Quantum Leap: The Rich and the Famous
Disclaimer: don't own Quantum Leap and I wish I owned Westlife, Anto and Paul.
Sam woke up and heard someone banging on door, he rolled over and tried to go back to sleep but the banging continued and this time an Irish voice called
"Triggs, you had better get out of that pit"
Sam had no idea who or what triggs was but he had better get out bed and soon Sam had one hell of a headache. The door opened and someone walked over to Sam
"Triggs come up get up" The person did not look very happy. Finally realising that he must be triggs he slowly sat up and looked around him, he was in a hotel room that was clean with a few clothes scatted around the room, he finally looked up at the person calling his name he was short with black hair and bags under his eyes.
"Get up washed and dressed you have 10 minutes, if I have to come here again I will kill you" the person said Sam watched him go he couldn't tell if the guy was joking he hoped so.
Sam got up and walked into the bathroom and looked at the mirror. He had short black hair and hazel/green eyes and was around 5/9 in height.
"Sam! We found you! Took longer than usual" Al said cheerily
"What took you so long?" Sam asked washing his face
"Well…you jumped way into the future you in the year 2004" Al said
"What? That's impossible" Sam said shocked
"You're here aren't you? Anyway facts. Your name is Shane Steven Filan, you are 25 years old and you were born in Ireland, you are married to Gillian Walsh. You are in a band called Westlife your band mates are Kian Egan, Mark Feehily and Nicky Byrne. Your nickname is Triggs, but you don't get called that very often" Al informed Sam who looked shocked
"A band? Do I play drums or something?" Sam asked
"No think of the Osmonds" Al said
"I'd rather not" Sam said
"You have to sing Sam, your lead singer" Sam looked slightly sick
"Shay! You ready yet? Anto having kittens, Shay come on at least put some clean clothes on" a blonde haired man roughly the Sam age Shane was supposed to be was looking bright and cheerful
"OK" Sam said not sure what else to say
"Good party last night wasn't it?" The blonde asked
"Yeah" Sam said that explained the headache
"Looking forward to the show tonight?"
"What show?" Sam asked confused
"The show? 10 thousand fans screaming their heads off?" the blonde said trying to make Shane remember
"Oh yeah right, I remember" Sam said, he had to sing in front of 10 thousand people to night? No way, forget it.
"See you downstairs" The blonde said leaving
"Who was that?" Sam asked
"Nicky, you and him are best friends" Al said
"I can't sing"
"You can't, Shane can" Al said and with that left Sam alone to dress.
Sam walked in to the eating area was called over by Nicky to a roped of area, where the rest of the band were
"Ah, Anto please" the youngest of the group begged. Sam recognised Anto he was the man that was calling him Triggs, he looked if possible even worse than when Sam had last saw him.
"No Mark we are leaving in 5 seconds" Anto said tiredly
"I can sleep in 3" Mark said
"Mark you not in my good books this morning, so don't even try it. Everyone here? Everyone ate? Except Shane? Good let's roll" Anto said standing up, the rest of the band followed suit with sighs and groans.
"Slave driver" Nicky grinned. The rest of the boys bust into laughter and Anto threw his hands in the air with mock frustration.
"Go slaves, you have a long day ahead and tea breaks" Anto joked, the boys laughed.
Sam watched them they seemed to really get along and he had to pretend to get along with them without them realising something is wrong, he needed Al to come through on this one and keep him on step ahead of the boys.