Enterprise Leaped
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Author's Notes: Okay, I couldn't resist. I had to be the first to jump on the obvious. But, hey, at
least it's VERY short. And no, I'm NOT finishing this. *laughing*

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Sam blinked at the bright lights. He'd just lept, and instinctively, he
fought the fog of disorientation off. Where was he? What was he doing?
Who was he? Experienced after years of leaping from life to life, from
time to time, within the span of his own lifetime, he quickly looked around,
searching for clues to his identity and to the time and the place.

He was on the bridge of a starship ... ? That much was instantly clear.
He stood in front of a captain's chair, surrounded by several humans --
and a Vulcan, that had to be a Vulcan, his swiss-cheesed mind had no
problems identifying the chick with the pointy ears as Vulcan. A
starship. A starfleet starship. But which one?

He sat down heavily down in the captain's chair. He glanced down at
himself: lycra jumpsuit, form fitting. Some sort of military insignia on
his collar. Captain's insignia, and early on in Starfleet History, some
hole in his brain coughed up. How did he know that? Oh, yeah, his
roommate in college had been fanatically fascinated by Starfleet.

"Captain, the photon phase inducers are aligned. I await your order."
The vulcan was female, and Al, now standing behind her, was obviously
ogling her behind. He ignored Al, even when Al made the Vulcan
split finger sign right behind the woman's head, like devil's

Vulcan. His mind might have been swiss cheese, but that flat tone was
unmistakable. Definitely Vulcan.

Sam Becket planted both hands on the arms of the captain's chair, looked
right at the cameras and the bright lights and the Paramound TV crew
beyond the set, and in a tone of perfect flat disbelief, said, "Oh boy."