A/N: So it's been a LONG time since I worked on this fanfic (just over three years since the last chapter was uploaded), or any fanfic. I'm not much of a fan fic writer these days, having moved on to my own fiction. But I've recently been missing working on this fanfic and got to thinking I never did get around to finishing it. I hated that, as this is probably one of my favorite fan fics of my own.
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Disorientation passing, Sam checked his surroundings. Seeing a living room around him and a couch below him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"So, what do you think, Daddy?" a voice asked, causing Sam to jump slightly. A young girl, around fifteen, Sam guessed, walked in. A bright yellow dress stopped just above her knees.

"Oh, uh," Sam stuttered. "It looks lovely, honey." He smiled.

"Great! So you really mean I can wear this to the dance? You don't mind?"

Great. Did he? Rather, did her actual father care? Sam supposed it didn't really matter right then. Besides, it wasn't that bad at all. Wouldn't it be nice if saying yes to this dress was all he was here for?

Like clockwork, a horizontal rectangle appeared, as if the fabric of reality had been cut, in the middle of the living room. Al hurriedly stepped out.

"Sam, grab Ashley and get down on the floor!"

Of course it wasn't.

"Why?"

"Because I want to wear! Why do you think?" Ashley asked.

"Just do it! Right now!" Al screamed.

Understanding the frantic terror in his best friend's voice, Sam did just that. Almost leaping off the couch and rushing over, grabbing Ashley, she yelped in shock as Sam brought her to the floor with him.

"Daddy! God, what are you doing? If you don't want me to wear it, there's no need to tackle-"

A hail of bullets crashed through the walls and windows, shattering everything in a barrage of glass and wood. The car outside screeched off. Ashley began screaming and crying while Sam held her closer, doing his best to shield her and keep her calm.

"What's happening?" Sam shouted.

While Sam and his leapee's daughter huddled terrified on the floor, Al let go a breath of relief. They were safe.

"That was a drive-by shooting! Local gang members. Records said it was a case of mistaken identity. Only this mistake cost the man you leaped into and his daughter their lives."

Sam went to his feet. "Ashley, stay down! I've got to go after them!"

Al threw his hands in the air in a 'halt' motion.

"No, you don't. Her father will need to be here to comfort her," Al said. He stared down at Ashley, momentarily watching her sob in fear. Cigar in hand, he motioned in the direction they drove off. "You don't have to worry about those thugs. They still get arrested in a few days and convicted. Only this time it's for attempted murder."

Going back and cradling Ashley in his arms, a blue light surrounded Sam.