Author's note: Well, here you are -- the plot bunny sibling Sam alluded to in her a/n for Chapter 2 of her fic (I think it's more like 'horribly deformed twin kept in a wicker basket who pops out and kills people occasionally', but there you go.) This started just because of the similarities in the names 'Sam Beckett' and 'Samantha Bridges'. Really. So Sam took on the serious crossover and I'm just weighing in with this little bit of insanity. Sam liked the idea (insisted is a better word) so I worked up a first chapter, namely these words you're reading here. Mary Sue? Oh, definitely. (Well, Garry Stu in my case.) But, maybe it'll be funny nonetheless. Our first Fanfic Leap episode takes place in Chapter 9 of my own story 'Blood Ties', since one would hope I would know the background of my own fic. (Future episodes may take place in the fics of whatever authors volunteer their fics to be a backdrop – email me if you're interested.) Review if you're interested; I'm not going to pursue this if it isn't funny. So here we go, with tongue tucked most firmly in cheek:

Theorizing that fanfic travel within her own fandom was possible, Dr. Samantha Bridges stepped into the Fanfic Leap Accelerator…

And vanished.

She awoke to find herself trapped in the fics, facing mirror images that were not her own, and driven by an unknown force to change the plot for the better.

Her only companion on this journey is Kurt, an observer from her own reality, who appears in the form of a hologram that only Sam can see and hear.

And so Dr. Bridges leaps from character to character, striving to set right what once went wrong, and hoping each time that the next Leap will be the Leap home…

The sensation of tingling and blue light embraced Samantha Bridges. For a moment she was able to catch a glimpse of Kurt holding the handlink, other Lecterphiles behind him at the controls of the computer. Then, everything was gone. She was floating in a sea of blue light. Whether it was just a moment or an eternity she could not tell.

Then, the tingling sensation returned, and Sam felt the crashing reunion of her body and the world. A world, anyway. But around her was not the machinery and computers of Project Fanfic Leap. Instead, she was on a bed. The walls were white, but this was pretty clearly a guest bedroom, nothing like the sterile corridors of the project. The project, where devoted Lecterphiles had worked to sunder the walls of reality, so that they might actually be able to enter the world of Dr. Lecter. Sam had been the chief scientist on the project.

For a moment, she grinned. She was here. She'd done it. But where was here? Which fic was this? Trying to sit up indicated that her arms were tied to the bed. Glancing down at herself indicated she was wearing a white cocktail dress.

Whoa, Sam thought. I try to leap into Dr. Lecter's world and somehow I'm a bondage prom date.

On the far wall was a mirror, and Sam was able to look into it. What she saw was spooky. A completely different face looked back at her. Blonde hair instead of red; delicate features. And a rather icky bloody bandage stuck on her forehead. Sam wrinkled her nose at the sight. She opened her mouth and worked her jaw; so did the mirror image. Yes, it was her, but not her own face. How odd.

Suddenly, a vast rectangle of light opened in the room, and Sam twisted over to look at it. Kurt stepped out of the rectangle of light and surveyed the room. In one hand, he held a Palm VII, which he tapped on occasionally. The rectangle closed behind him.

"There you are," he said. "Took us a while to get a lock on you."

"Great. Wanna untie me?" Sam asked.

Kurt shrugged. "Would if I could," he said apologetically, "but I'm a hologram." He waved his hand by the bedpost. His hand promptly passed through the post with no resistance at all. "I'm actually in the imaging chamber, and Saavik is transmitting this signal right to the mesons and neurons of your brain."

Sam blinked, but the communications method made sense as the only way to reach a Lecterphile once they had leaped into the world of the fics. "Saavik? So she's in Gooshie's role?"

Kurt frowned and pointed at her. "Ssshhh! Shhh!! Are you trying to get us sued? And no, I just told her I'd give her a 2-liter bottle of vanilla coke if she could figure it out, and she set on it like a starving wolf on a pork chop."

"Oh," Sam said. "I didn't know you could do that."

Kurt sighed. "Okay, I admit it. The imaging chamber's just a couple of webcams running off a five-year-old laptop."

"Well, if you can't untie me maybe you could tell me where I am."

He tapped on the handlink a few times. "Let's see…according to Effie, you've leaped into an FBI agent named Starling…,"

"Effie?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, FF.net. I'm hitting 'refresh' and reloading the page."

"Oh. So I leaped into Clarice. Makes sense."

"Not exactly," Kurt said.

The bedroom door opened, and a young woman entered. Sam blinked at her as she came over to the bed. In one hand, she held a doctor's bag. She looked sort of like Jodie Foster, Sam found herself thinking. Her sister or her cousin…or maybe her daughter. Her eyes were maroon, though. She, too, wore a cocktail dress : a black silk sheath, hose, and heels. She sat down on the bed and reached for the bandage. She walked directly through Kurt, whose image rippled as she passed through him. She betrayed no knowledge that he was there.

On her face was a look of concern mixed with a sardonic little half-smirk. Sam found herself thinking of Dr. Lecter in his cell. She noticed that the other woman's nails were flawlessly polished and suddenly found herself quite nervous.

"You're awake," the woman said. "You had me worried. I thought you had a fractured skull. Looks like just a concussion, though." Her voice was brisk and nursey.

"Okey dokey," Kurt said, banging the handlink with his hand. "Yep, definitely. You've leaped into Lisa Starling in the middle of Chapter 9 of my fic 'Blood Ties'…and that woman leaning over you is Susana Alvarez Lecter."

Sam let her head fall back on the pillow. She stared up at the serial killer leaning over her. "Oh boy."