Disclaimer: I own none of these characters (sadly...)- I just like to play with them.
Author's note: I wrote this not only 'cause I think Brad Dourif's sweet,but think Grima needs a chance-if only to save his soul.
A Leap For Grima -by sammyjo3
The cool blue light slowly faded, along with the sense of rightness.Sam Beckett once again opened his eyes to confusion."Oh, boy-either I've been sick,or it was one hell of a party!"He hurt everywhere,especially his left shoulder.He hadn't felt pain like that since Elk Ridge played-wait a minute.Either something was wrong with his vision,or he was on his knees-Sam groaned."or,"he thought," I've leapt into a child again."He felt suddenly dizzy.The iron grey sky seemed to spin.Just as the ground rushed up to meet him,he felt hands grasp his shoulders and a strained voice yelled in his ear,"Mr. Frodo! Mr. Frodo sir! Can you hear me? It's me, your Sam !" Frodo? Sam? As the darkness claimed him,he caught a quick glimpse of small,furry feet-his."Ohhh, boy,"he whispered, and passed out.
Stallion's Gate, N.M.-2001
It had been one helluva night.Things with Tina had been going great,Weismann hadn't been on their backs for at least a month, and the cherry on this little sundae was Ziggy's announcement that she may have finally found a way to bring his friend home. Yep, all was right in Al Calavicci's little world.Until he stepped into the Control room. Gooshie, Tina, Dona and Beeks looked at him at the same time-and they looked damn worried."Holy hell,"he thought."What now?" Gooshie nervously cleared his throat."Uh, Admiral? You're not going to beleave this..."
Dr. Verbeena Beeks filled Al in as best she could on the way to the waiting room."He says his name is-yes, I know how this sounds-Frodo Baggins, and he seems to think this is a place called the Blessed Realm.He keeps asking for his friends." Al wished he had a cigar. Passionately."Oooo-kay,so someone's been to too many of those Renny- faire thingies. What'll we do about-" "No," Beeks cut in."We've run all of the standard tests,and a few that weren't. Al, whoever he is,he's as sane as you or I. As she swiped her key card through the lock she said," Al, we've got to be real careful on this one. Whoever we're dealing with, this leap has Ziggy acting damn strange. Just- watch what you say." They entered the room and Al looked down at his sleeping friend. No, not Sam- at Sam's body. This was getting just too damn hard. Each time, he kept expecting Sam to open his eyes and yell 'April Fools' or something. Or that this had all been a bad dream; that they were back at Star Bright, during his drinking days. If only. "Oh, hello," a mellow voice said."Have I been ill again? Gandalf said the poison would never quite leave me. Tell me- how do my friends fare? For my thoughts seem scattered..." He sank back down on the pillow. "how much do you remember- uh- Frodo?" asked Al. "We were on the Road to Hobbiton. Much had gone awry in the Shire and Merry, Pippin, Sam and myself, having parted from Gandalf, were on our way to set things to rights. I began to feel ill. Then I saw a great blue light, and was here." Beeks took Al aside and said quietly, "I'll try to get something concrete from him. It's time you talk with Gooshie and the others." Al left, tossing a "Catch ya later " over his shoulder. He couldn't figure why everyone had such a case of the heebie-jeebies. Just another nut, right? What if he wasn't ? Talk to Gooshie? Screw that. Al furiously jabbed at his handlink. "Ziggy? Center me on Sam, Pronto!" Ziggy's sultry voice came back with the one thing Al most definitely did not want to hear." I am unable to comply, Admiral, as you would know if you had spoken to Gooshie. They are waiting for you in the Control room." Al swore under his breath. How could a computer sound pouty? "Ziggy, why can't you find Sam?" "Twice before Dr. Beckett has leaped beyond the established parameters of the project, and it appears that once again this is the case."
Author's note: I wrote this not only 'cause I think Brad Dourif's sweet,but think Grima needs a chance-if only to save his soul.
A Leap For Grima -by sammyjo3
The cool blue light slowly faded, along with the sense of rightness.Sam Beckett once again opened his eyes to confusion."Oh, boy-either I've been sick,or it was one hell of a party!"He hurt everywhere,especially his left shoulder.He hadn't felt pain like that since Elk Ridge played-wait a minute.Either something was wrong with his vision,or he was on his knees-Sam groaned."or,"he thought," I've leapt into a child again."He felt suddenly dizzy.The iron grey sky seemed to spin.Just as the ground rushed up to meet him,he felt hands grasp his shoulders and a strained voice yelled in his ear,"Mr. Frodo! Mr. Frodo sir! Can you hear me? It's me, your Sam !" Frodo? Sam? As the darkness claimed him,he caught a quick glimpse of small,furry feet-his."Ohhh, boy,"he whispered, and passed out.
Stallion's Gate, N.M.-2001
It had been one helluva night.Things with Tina had been going great,Weismann hadn't been on their backs for at least a month, and the cherry on this little sundae was Ziggy's announcement that she may have finally found a way to bring his friend home. Yep, all was right in Al Calavicci's little world.Until he stepped into the Control room. Gooshie, Tina, Dona and Beeks looked at him at the same time-and they looked damn worried."Holy hell,"he thought."What now?" Gooshie nervously cleared his throat."Uh, Admiral? You're not going to beleave this..."
Dr. Verbeena Beeks filled Al in as best she could on the way to the waiting room."He says his name is-yes, I know how this sounds-Frodo Baggins, and he seems to think this is a place called the Blessed Realm.He keeps asking for his friends." Al wished he had a cigar. Passionately."Oooo-kay,so someone's been to too many of those Renny- faire thingies. What'll we do about-" "No," Beeks cut in."We've run all of the standard tests,and a few that weren't. Al, whoever he is,he's as sane as you or I. As she swiped her key card through the lock she said," Al, we've got to be real careful on this one. Whoever we're dealing with, this leap has Ziggy acting damn strange. Just- watch what you say." They entered the room and Al looked down at his sleeping friend. No, not Sam- at Sam's body. This was getting just too damn hard. Each time, he kept expecting Sam to open his eyes and yell 'April Fools' or something. Or that this had all been a bad dream; that they were back at Star Bright, during his drinking days. If only. "Oh, hello," a mellow voice said."Have I been ill again? Gandalf said the poison would never quite leave me. Tell me- how do my friends fare? For my thoughts seem scattered..." He sank back down on the pillow. "how much do you remember- uh- Frodo?" asked Al. "We were on the Road to Hobbiton. Much had gone awry in the Shire and Merry, Pippin, Sam and myself, having parted from Gandalf, were on our way to set things to rights. I began to feel ill. Then I saw a great blue light, and was here." Beeks took Al aside and said quietly, "I'll try to get something concrete from him. It's time you talk with Gooshie and the others." Al left, tossing a "Catch ya later " over his shoulder. He couldn't figure why everyone had such a case of the heebie-jeebies. Just another nut, right? What if he wasn't ? Talk to Gooshie? Screw that. Al furiously jabbed at his handlink. "Ziggy? Center me on Sam, Pronto!" Ziggy's sultry voice came back with the one thing Al most definitely did not want to hear." I am unable to comply, Admiral, as you would know if you had spoken to Gooshie. They are waiting for you in the Control room." Al swore under his breath. How could a computer sound pouty? "Ziggy, why can't you find Sam?" "Twice before Dr. Beckett has leaped beyond the established parameters of the project, and it appears that once again this is the case."