A/N: Well, here we are. While I've been reading for about five years now, I'm a new kid on the block writing-wise, so I'd appericiate any input (Trade secrets, etc.) I can get.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it ain't mine - whichshould beeveything here.
Quantum Leap: Restoration
Prologue: "Let's start with the happy ending."
April 3, 1969" . . . Al's alive . . . and he's coming home." A beautific smile broke across Beth's face, joy and thanks shining in her eyes. Fighting off his own tears, Dr. Sam Beckett looked away from the woman before him, only to see a picture – a much younger version – of an old friend he would probably never have, now.
He felt a tingle of static run down his neck, and knew – instinct or habit? – that he was about to Leap. He half-thought that he should get up, at least try to get out of Beth's line of sight before he dissolved into the blue, but he couldn't tear his gaze away. As he felt the tingle strengthen and spread throughout his body, Sam watched electric blue light envelope the image. "G'bye, Al," he whispered through a tight throat.
A tear escaped and fell as Dr. Sam Beckett vanished into thin air with a flash of blue-white light.
For the first time in his memory, Sam was cognizant of the Leap between lives. Instead of a flash of blue taking him from one world into another, he floated in it, his mind a peaceful blank. A vague grief clung to him, and he wished he could go home . . . then wondered, in this body-less mind, if he had a home to go to. The ripple effect that Al-the-Bartender had spoken of had probably nixed any interest in Quantum Leap, assuming the new-made Sam Beckett had still thought it up and not used it to create a comic book, or something.
His peace gone and distress burrowing in that line of thought, Sam sighed and made a silent demand, I wanna go home.
A new prickling told him his Leap was about to end, and he prepared himself to be disoriented and lost in whatever would be thrown at him. The prickling sharpened, but the light didn't lessen, and Sam didn't get any sense of gravity pulling him into his new position. The prickling became stabs, perforating and splitting him into pieces. Instinct had him fight it, and the pain intensified.
His soul screamed.
A/N: I'm already stuck on Chapter Three, so I'm gonna be slow on posting new stuff - one a week if I can manage it. Anyone interested in playing Beta?