My efforts to write this story has placed me in a position where like all fans we may have had similar ideas on how certain situations may be played out. Any similarities between past stories and mine are purely coincidental. I have in no way intended to offend anyone with my story line, simply attempting to add another dimension to the already well established characters. Feed back is more than welcome.
copyright. 1998
by Kerri B.
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Part 1 "Reflections"
According to the clock on the dresser it was 4:20am. By his calculations he'd managed a grand total of two and half hours sleep.
Perhaps that's all the previous night had been. The natural progression of a relationship forged in the shadows of their commitment to what now was the projects ultimate objective. To bring Doctor Sam Beckett home. Just as with Verbena and her mystery lover Sam had brought them all together. - Great, he was making excuses for himself again. It was becoming an all too frequent habit of his to blame Sam for everything that didn't turn out the way he planned. Sam was responsible in part for the cards, that on occasions they were dealt, but he and everyone else were accountable for how they played the hand. He hadn't planned last night, but when it had become apparent during the course of the evening his feelings toward her had steadily changed from mild attraction to undeniable amorous adoration. He hadn't tried 'real' hard to stop it's ensuing conclusion either.
Truthfully Al had known from the moment he’d walked supported by Beeks and Tina down the ramp from the imagining chamber, that the simo-leap with Sam had left him with more than just the mother of all headaches and a bunch of clouded memories. Until now he hadn’t believed refusing to address the new feelings when they had first surfaced was a mistake. At the time it had been his only viable option. They, mixed with guilt for what Sam's actions had cost him. The undeniable relief for his own survival and more guilt for feeling the reprieve had been more than enough to deal with. Asking Verbena for help was never going to be high on his agenda of favorite pastimes. That would always remain ranked right up there with his yearly psychical, budget reports and having teeth pulled and he had decided it wasn’t really necessary. They were simply a post leap residual effect, similar to what he had experienced during the leap and they would disappear.
"That’s what I came down here to find out."
"And I can't let you go, not when you've just come back to me."
"It isn't fair Sam, it just isn't fair."
Sounds close by, others muffled and faint through a closed door.
" Please don't leave me again, I don't think I can stand it if you left me again."
"Sam." The tall figure turned to face her, smiling. "Is everything okay?" she asked.