I do not own Quantum Leap or Dungeons and Dragons, but I would like to. Anyone got 12 million dollars I can keep?

Alfred Callivichi

She watched Quantum Leap with her family. Just her luck to slowly fall in love with another guy…and one with such a dirty mind, too!

But DungeonMaster didn't mind, so long as he was allowed to have others. And Al soon showed up. Once he got to know her, he felt as if Beth had faded away. He loved Beth still—that would never change—but suddenly he thought that maybe, somehow, he had gotten a second chance.

And Anita was thrilled. Al was magnificent—she could tell as he started to fall for her, as the perversity quickly fell off, replaced by tender, sincere moments. She fell in love quickly, and the two soon slept together, though as Anita was still only eleven, nothing happened. Al would have worried about the age difference if Anita had not explained that she, indeed, was a Nafar, and as such, aged as a Nafar did.

In the world where both existed, she was over a thousand. But she aged—as all Nafar would—in one hundred years as a human would in one.

So nothing impeded them. Again, she proposed, as with the DungeonMaster, and he agreed.

She moved to another apartment, and she was married with both Al and DungeonMaster simultaneously. They exchanged vows, and Anita, unable to see in their world clearly enough to make or buy a dress, wore her own black dress—it was the only one she owned, but she looked beautiful enough. By now, she was twelve in her world, but twelve hundred in theirs. Her smile had brightened but darkness, the two noticed, entered one day. It left, though, and they thought that was the end.

The marriage was simple, quiet—the three of them and a judge. No need for ceremony. No need for a big hurry. Plus, Anita barely knew anyone in the world where she was married. Nothing could stop her smile.

She didn't understand when she saw Al, talking to Sam about second chances in love—or, more so, the lack thereof. She cried when he finally lost Beth for good, simply from hearing the tears choking his voice. Al sat under her so she could be in his lap—the knowledge of it was close enough for her, and she knew what it would be like. Images, he felt, were as close as she could get.

When she heard what he said, he knew he had lost her.

"I've lost him…" Anita thought.

The episode was over, Al was gone, and she had to go to bed alone. It was cold by herself, and she didn't feel safe without his arms around her. Not anymore.

"You think you don't get another chance. That's fine!" Anita yelled. "So I'm just another wife to be used and thrown away!"

Al shook his head, tears in his eyes, thinking, "Oh, please! Please don't do this to me again, oh God! Stop! I beg of you! Leave her with me—I can't lose her, too!"

"It's not like that!" he tried to tell her, but she snorted.

"Isn't it?" she said softly. "Go. Just…go."

He left, and Anita saw how sadly he did so. "God," she thought. "God, if you're up there, if you're watching this, please, help me! Don't let me lose him! I can't live like that! I lose them every time I can't see them, every time they catch me into an embrace I can't feel! Don't put me through this hell!"

When she woke, there were three roses on her bed, in that world, with a note telling her to show up the next day on the canal path, if she wanted him back. Anita lay back down and slept soundly.

But the next day, it rained. And she was kept indoors like a sick child. She sent out a message, hoping to get to him. "Please! Please, Al, if you can hear me, give me just one more day!"

And then she left the next day, and when she approached the site the not had specified, she saw nothing. She sat on the grass, her heart breaking slowly.

Footsteps approached. Footsteps, though, that she could not hear. They were too heavy, too far apart to be DungeonMaster.

Grass crunched slightly as someone sat next to her. An arm was put around her shoulders. Anita's head snapped up, but she didn't dare look behind her.

"I love you, you know," Al said.

Anita had to choke back a relieved sob as she said, "I love you, too."

They sat in silence for long minutes before Anita stood, turning and holding her hand out to Al. They both stood, and they went home, Anita's face finally peaceful.

It stayed that way for a few months.

A/N: So the chapters are in chronological order. The more recent ones are probably the most detailed. And this will not be just D&D and QL, but I'll publish it under crossovers for D&D and whatever other things I mix in with it. I will do this, of course, as every new chapter is revealed. So I hope you guys like it.