AN: Takes place the school year after Reality Trip and in Season 1 for Sam and Al.

Chapter 1

Every leap I find myself trying to get my bearings, be it in a car or in a game but this is the first time I find myself under attack by something I can't even see!

"Kwan! Duck!" a blond haired teen called out, pulling at Sam's arm. The two dived under a table at a restaurant as something crashed overhead.

"What on earth is going on!?" Sam asked, holding onto his head as parts of the ceiling landed above them.

"Come here, Ghost boy," a metallic voice cried out before a couple of shots rang out.

"Catch me if you can, Robo-Cop!" a teen's voice laughed, before that of a raspberry only getting a growl from his opponent.

A whoosh of air raced past their hiding spot before a deafening silence took its place.

"I think it's safe," the blond haired teen said, leaning his head out to look around at the remains of the restaurant before pulling himself out. He turned back to Sam and asked, "You okay?"

"Yeah, I think so," Sam nodded, taking the teen's hand to help himself up to his feet.

The blond haired teen looked around, his letter jacket now dusted white from the ceiling plaster. "Shoot, with that ghost attack I've gone and lost Fentnerd."

Fentnerd? Sam raised an eyebrow at the name but didn't question it. He still didn't know where or when he was and nothing really was giving him a date. Maybe close to his own present, 1997? But he couldn't be sure. Letter jackets, that he noticed he was wearing himself, still exist so that wasn't going to get him anywhere. Or any when as it would be for him. "Wait! Ghost attack?!" what the teen said just progressing in his mind.

"Kwan, are you okay?" the teen asked him, looking at him with worry. "Maybe you got hit, come on. The ambulance should be outside by now." The blond took hold of Sam's arm and lead him out of, what he read to be called, the Nasty Burger.

Sam put his hand to his head, taking any excuse he could to figure out what on Earth was going on. And who could say that Kwan didn't get hit in the head before Sam leaped in. Sam looked around as they walked through the parking lot and towards the ambulance that was already there treating minor cuts and bruises from the fight.

"We'll be with you in a minute," an EM said as he cleaned a cut from a red haired overweight woman's arm.

The two waited for their turn as a couple passed by, heading towards the road. "I can't believe it, it was Danny Phantom!" the girl squealed.

"You do know he's a ghost. It's not like he can be with a human," the boy commented, almost as if this was a normal conversation for the two.

"You're such a spoil sport!" the girl declared, smacking his arm.

"Hey Sam, she's cute."

Sam jumped at the voice, getting a worried look from the blond holding him up on his feet.

"You alright?" the teen asked.

Sam glared at Al as the man smiled as if nothing could be done about it at the moment before saying, "Yeah, nothing."

"Next," The EM called as the woman left the ambulance's back set.

"I think he might've gotten hit in the head," the blond teen said, not leaving Sam's side yet.

"Can you tell me your name and birth date?" the EM asked, holding Sam's chin so that he could look the man in the eyes.

"You're name's Kwan Lee, born in October 14, 1990…" Al's voice fell as if something wasn't adding up.

"Kwan Lee. October 14, 1990," Sam relayed, wondering if he was seven years old here. He'd never had to be someone that young but it wouldn't surprise him.

The EM looked at the teen holding Sam up to confirm if his memory was alright as he dropped Sam's chin, getting a nod from the boy. The man looked back at Sam with a smile, "Well, your memory seems intact, no sign of a concussion, just be careful in the future, okay?"

"Thanks," Sam smiled, nodding his head before the blond lead Sam away with Al following behind, smacking the device in his hand as he almost bit off the end of his cigar in frustration.

"Hey, don't forget there's a party tonight, you coming?" the teen asked, smacking Sam's shoulder as they headed towards the street.

"Uh, sure," Sam nodded, confused as he followed the teen down the sidewalk.

"Star's parents would freak if they found out!" the teen laughed before waving as he went left at the sidewalk. "See you then man!"

"See you," Sam said, realizing he couldn't be seven. Not unless this was a small town that they let their kids run around with no worries. Sam turned towards the right and waited until they were out of earshot before asking, "Okay, Al, what the heck is going on here."

"Well, that was Dash Baxter, your best friend since kindergarten," Al said, reading the device.

"Thank you, a bit late, but needed," Sam nodded. "Now tell me when am I?"

"Well, it's…" Al's voice drifted off as he looked at the device in his hands. "You're not going to believe this, Sam."

"Try me, a ghost just attacked me, I'm born in '90, but yet allowed to walk around on my own," Sam pointed out.

"It's May 29, 2005," Al said.

Sam put his hands into his jean pockets and looked around. "Not much of a change for the future."

"My question is how are you in the future?" Al asked.

"The point of quantum leaping was to see if time travel was possible through-out the duration of one's life," Sam explained, getting a nod from his holographic friend as they walked through the early Sunday afternoon. "That includes the future until they die, so I'm still alive in 2005. My question is how am I going to leap?"

"Well, that's actually something Ziggy does know," Al said, looking at the device in his hands. "Don't ask me how. All he knows is you're here to stop Dash from getting into a fight tomorrow after school with a Daniel Fenton. Somehow that ends Dash paralyzed from the waist down and Daniel's life destroyed."

"And we know this how?" Sam asked, eyeing the man.

"I have no idea," Al shrugged as he pulled his cigar out of his mouth. "But Ziggy says there's a 80% chance that if this happens, Dash will become paralyzed. 20% that he'll end up killed."

"Killed? What is Daniel, like the hulk?" Sam asked, surprised as he walked up to a house that he just knew was his own. He paused in front of the doorway and turned to the man.

"No." Al turned his attention back to the device connecting him to Ziggy and smacked it on only for his frown to deepen. "He's got nothing on Daniel except where he lives and that he goes to school with you and Dash."

"Wait, you said his last name was Fenton?" Sam asked, trying to think through something.

"Yeah."

"Does Ziggy have anything about if he is bullied?" Sam asked.

"No, nothing about his school life," Al admitted, putting the cigar back to his lips only to pause. He pointed the cigar at his friend as the two's minds caught up. "But if Dash was bulling him than that would make sense. Tomorrow, Danny-boy just snaps."

"So I've gotta prevent them from fighting tomorrow," Sam nodded as he opened the door.

"Oh, and don't forget you have a jock party tonight," Al said with delight as he teleported from outside to inside as Sam walked in and shut the door behind himself.

"Don't remind me," Sam rolled, heading towards the steps.

"Don't remind you what, honey?" a female voice asked from the kitchen.

"Sorry, talking to myself," Sam called back.

"Well hurry up and get ready for your friend's birthday party," the voice called as Sam started up the stars.

"I don't think it's a birthday party, Sam," Al pointed out.

"I don't want to go," Sam growled low enough only Al could hear.

"Hey, if we could switch places I would in a heartbeat," Al laughed.