A/N- Wow I was not sure about this but if you want more I am more than happy to keep it going. I apologise for any inaccuracies in this chapter, factual or storyline based. Please correct me if you see any! I also apologise if I hurt anyone's head with this, I know when I went back and read it I had no idea what I was talking about. I hope it tells you a little bit more about where this story is going.

This is going to be Sam and Jack eventually. I mean what else do I write lol! Yes Pete will be mentioned but so will MANY other characters...and I will not let the fact I want to marry Peter, Michael and David DeLuise get in the wayof this...much! As I said I am not to upset about Sam getting another boyfriend, I just hate what TPTB have done to her character in regards to him. ANYWAY

Please do not sue me MGM I promise to put the toys back just the way I found em!

Shanks-Away!

CaptainDoctor.

Something wasn't right. She could feel it. The pain Sam had felt no longer ran through her body, in fact she felt great. Something wasn't right.

"Hello?" She called out. She was in a plain white room, no doors or windows visible and she could not hear or smell anything. It was white. Sam felt the slight increase in her pulse as she became more and more uneasy with her situation. Her mind started going through all the possibilities.

'Ok,' she thought out loud '1, I'm dead, and this is some sort of limbo. 2, I'm hallucinating, I am in the infirmary and this is some fever-induced dillusion. 3, I'm dreaming. Well it could be worse, could be standing in front of a crowd naked.' She thought, a small grin crossing her face.

"You are neither of those things." A voice said.

"Hello!" Sam called out.

"Hello Samantha." The voice said again.

"What the hell is going on?" She asked the voice. "Who are you?"

"All will be revealed in good time, but I assure you, you are very much alive, and you are safe here. You are in no danger." The voice told her. For some reason Sam felt compelled to believe it.

"So I'm alive?" Sam asked.

"Yes Samantha, but you are very sick. Nothing a good rest, and of course, your doctors won't cure." The voice told her.

"But I feel fine." Sam argued.

"You may feel fine but you are in fact ill. You are being treated as we speak." Voice said.

"Then how am I here?" Sam asked.

"You are not here in the physical sense of the word. More your essence is."

"My essence? Right ok, well I would like to go home then if that's all the same. I prefer my essence to be with my body, makes it easier to do...well everything." Sam replied.

"Samantha, you would not be here if you did not desire it." The voice told her.

"I do not desire to be here, I don't even know where here is. And who are you for that matter?"

"You always were too curious." The voice told her with a small laugh.

"Well can you tell me anything?" Sam asked in annoyance.

"Well in your language, this is the space time continuum...All that is predestined to occur and events that take place originate from here."

"WHAT?" Sam asked in a voice of disbelief.

"We are the makers of all that shall be."

"That's impossible. Things do not originate from here, things evolve, grow, need certain conditions..."

"Samantha! Let me put it in a way that may be clearer to you. We are similar to what you would call a data base, of every living and inanimate object. The path of a person, animal, or a simple garden flower is all stored here."

"This is unbelievable." Sam said shaking her head.

"Indeed it is a hard concept to grasp."

"Our idea of the continuum is something a little different to this. It has never been described as a white room in theories. It is space..." Sam was at a loss for words.

" A misconception, which your people will later learn the truth about." The voice said.

"So let me get this straight, you keep track of the timeline of EVERYTHING...so you have planned what I am going to do when I am faced with a decision. What if there are multiple outcomes for the decisions someone makes?"

"They are planned as well. Alternate realities I believe you are referring to. The are worked here as well."

"How?" Sam asked. "How is possible to control the millions of worlds from one area."

"Well Samantha. It is not as you think. They operate from here as well. Everything is essentially the same being, it just depends on which choice your physical manifestation makes that determines how many realities you cross into. You are in many Samantha, like most. However there are some things that simply exist in a handful of realities." The voice told her.

"Wow. This is a lot to take in. But that explains why there is an effect when two...manifestations emerge in the same reality. It should not happen at all, there should be no cross-overs. That would also so mean that a choice I make could create a reality...everything up to that point would be exactly the same until that scenario came to pass. Hang on...you said my essence is here. How can it be if my essence is in every world? Why do I have only my memory." Sam was trying to wrap her mind around the concept.

"You are correct on all counts Samantha. The effect of failure of the physical manifestation when they cross into another reality is something we hate to inflict on someone. But an essence is not capable of maintaining two manifestations on the one 'path' it is simply against the natural order. We were forced to begin this infliction when what you call the quantum mirror was created. It was to serve as a warning. We took no pleasure in the suffering of those who travelled through the mirror but we could not run the risk of someone crossing into a world in which they existed and perishing before their time."

"Kind of like a failsafe. I guess our curiosity is a downfall." Sam said.

"Indeed. But how else are you to learn. Believe it or not my people were once the same."

"So my memory?" Sam asked again.

"Close your eyes." The voice told her.

Sam shut her eyes and was instantly flooded with a thousand images. Places and faces she had never seen but some how knew. Memories of things she had never done but somehow she had.

"WHOA!" Sam said, her eyes flying open.

"You see? The knowledge is there, we protect you from it. The mind would not be capable of holding so much."

"So I know the memories of this reality because..."

"It is this physical manifestation that has allowed you to come here."

"Right. So would this be happening to any other versions of me?"

"No. But that has no bearing."

"Right." Sam said trying to contain her confusion.

"It is ok to be somewhat un-eased Samantha, your mind is very young." The voice said.

"Out of curiosity how old are you? How old is the mirror?" Sam asked.

"Older than your mind is capable of comprehending Samantha."

"Try me." Sam said.

"Very well. The race you call The Ancients, they were here long ago yes?"

"Yeah...Millions of years ago."

"How do you believe the first of them came to be?"

"Well...we don't know. We just assumed they were the first form of being to evolve from cell matter. Then afterwards other species, animal, plant humanoid all evolved. The Ancients ascended and we are the second run of the humanoid evolution. We don't know if any other beings have ascended of run their course and started again. But this is all speculation. We have no proof." Sam said.

"Well Samantha, you are close. I will not go into detail, but I will inform you that you are not the second time that the "humanoid", as you call it, form as come to pass."

"We're not?" Sam asked in a mix of sadness and confusion.

"No, you are in fact, the third."