Time To Go Home

By Leanne Clugston

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Story Index

Part One:
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three

Theorising that one could time travel within his own lifetime, Doctor Samuel John Beckett stepped into the Quantum Leap Accelerator and vanished.

TIME TO GO HOME.

PART ONE

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

The words tore at Sam’s heart, he could barely hold himself up and ended up leaning on the door frame to keep from falling down. He could feel his eyes burning as he fought to stop tears from forming. He only hoped that he wouldn’t fail. That again, like he had before, he would be able to save Abagail Fuller’s life.

CHAPTER TWO

Pottersville hadn’t changed very much since Sam had last been there on that night in June 1966, at least it hadn’t changed much from what he remembered about it. Little Violet Aider’s body had been patiently waiting for 25 years for someone to find her, and now someone had. Leta Aider had come after Abagail with a vengeance, needing revenge, needing to somehow make her pay for what Leta felt was right, wanting Abagail to end up in the electrical chair for what Leta desperately believed she had done. But now Leta was dead, and had taken with her a truth that somehow Sam had been called back into Abagail’s life to try and discover.

Sam walked into the Sheriff’s office and sighed. His memories from the past leaps into Abagail’s life were sketchy, but he still held enough of his memory to make him feel wary. He sighed and glanced around for Beau Loman, Pottersville’s Sheriff.

"Oh here he is!" Beau smiled, extending a hand for Sam to shake. Another man stood behind him and Sam noticed that he has that cocky lawyer demeanour, and figured that he must be the lawyer that Leta had hired before her death. "Hey Stanton, how come I stayed so young and you got so old?" Beau joked.

"Good to see you again Beau." Sam smiled shaking the Sheriff’s hand.

"This is Denton Waters, he’s a special prosecutor for the state." Beau said, gesturing in the other man’s direction.

"Mr Waters." Sam said, as he shook the hand of his opponent.

"Mr Stanton. I understand you used to live in these parts." Waters replied.

"They moved away in ’66, right after that incident with the Takings boy getting lost." Beau answered for him.

"What incident was that?" Mr Waters asked.

"Oh, a couple of the townsfolk decided to talk the law into their own hands, they were going to string up Abagail." Beau replied.

"Is that so?" Mr Waters commented. Sam could see in his eyes and hear in his voice that Waters thought that this would be useful in his case against Abagail, and Sam couldn’t help but interrupt that line of thought.

"As I recall Leta Aider was one of the main instigators!" He informed Waters.

"Larry packed up his bags and his wife and kids and left damn near the next day." Beau continued.

No one was aware of Abagail’s presence until she began to speak, not even Sam.

"Mr Stanton said that he had no intentions of letting his family grow up in a town so backwards it was capable of lynching one of its own." She spoke softly, and she was wearing a standard blue jail dress, but she hadn’t changed in the years that Sam had missed. She was still the beautiful woman that he had fallen in love with and made love to, and when he saw her, he knew that this was going to be harder than what he had first thought. "I always admired you for that." She smiled at Sam and he tried his hardest to keep control of his feelings.

"Mrs. Kinman." He greeted her.

"There’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time..." Beau said.

"Still Fuller." Abagail interrupted, and it was almost as though she was ashamed of it.

"Yeah, well, Abagail never quite made it to the altar!" Beau said heartlessly.

"If you don’t mind," Abagail defended, "I would prefer to discuss my past with Mr Stanton myself!" She finished, glaring at Beau through hurt eyes.

"I thought he’d rather hear it from me than get an earful from the Potter Parish." Beau reasoned.

"I don’t think that Miss Fuller’s marital status has any relevance to the trial does it?" Sam asked, looking at Waters.

"Neither does my being here." Waters agreed, "I’m sure you two have a great deal to discuss before tomorrow."

"Starting with a continuance." Sam replied.

"I’m afraid that we’ve had two already, a third is out of the question."

Abagail looked a little lost and Sam politely offered to introduce Abagail to Denton Waters.

"Mr Waters and I have already met!" Abagail informed Sam, with just a touch of bitterness to her voice.

"I’ll need to see the rest of those files now. Oh, and make sure Mr Stanton has copies, we wouldn’t like him to declare a mistrial for lack of disclosure." Denton Waters added condescendingly as he walked away.

Sam looked at him as he left, and had an instant dislike for him. Not only did he dislike him for his condescending nature, but the suggestion that he was making that the only way that Sam was going to get Abagail off on this trial was through lack of disclosure and a mistrial.

"Stanton." Beau said, snapping Sam back into reality. "Why don’t you go in and use my office. Take as much time as you want to. Jim-Bob’s going to be outside and the file’s on the desk." Beau told him and walked away.

There was a nervous moment when Sam and Abagail stood opposite each other, neither of them quite knowing what to say. Abagail moved inside the office breaking the pause and Sam closed the door.

"I’m very glad that you came Mr Stanton." She told him as he turned to face her.

"I never should have left!" Sam said, the words coming from his heart. Being so close to her and yet so far away made Sam nervous. He could feel his palms begin to sweat, and his mouth begin to get dry.

"There aren’t any hotels in town so I told Marie that you’d be staying at the house." Abagail said, beginning to pace the office.

"Yes thank you, she told me." Sam was stumbling over his words.

Abagail lifted an envelope out of her pocket. "Ah, could you take these home for me, they’re just a bunch of bills, but ah, right now, they kinda seem unimportant." She asked.

He looked down at the envelopes in her hand and took them off her. In doing so their hands touched against each others softly for just a few seconds. She still feels the same, Sam thought, her skin is still so soft. He looked at her and for a moment he was overwhelmed by his emotions, so much so that he had to look away and think of something else. "Sorry about what happened with you and Will." He said, looking deep into her eyes again.

"Oh."

"Do you mind telling me...?" Sam asked cautiously.

"There’s not much to tell!" Abagail shrugged and laughed nervously. "But, ah, one minute we were very much in love and getting married, and the next he was moving out west to write a book." She said, and as she spoke she turned away from him, to sit on the chair that was behind her.

Sam felt sorrow, something inside, despite all logic and common sense, was telling him that it was his fault. He fought to lose that feeling. "And I hear that he’s doing real well." Abagail added, regret filling her voice. "What else do you want to know Mr Stanton?" She asked.

All at once a thousand thoughts flooded into his head, but as Larry Stanton, he could ask her none of them. He thumbed through the file that Beau had left on his desk for him. And he let himself ignore her question.

"I’m going to stretch 15 hours into three weeks to get ready for your trial." He told her.

"Should I be afraid Mr Stanton?" She asked him nervously.

Yes! His heart told her, I am! "Only if you’re guilty." He told her.

"I didn’t kill Leta Aider!" She replied, looking up at him from where she sat. "Do you believe me?" She asked, and Sam could see in her eyes that although she was calm outside, she was as nervous as hell inside.

"Yes I do." He told her and attempted a weak smile. She looked at him like a lost child would, and he couldn’t do anything about it. He swallowed hard and perched himself on the edge of Beau’s desk.

"Now, do you want to tell me what happened?" He asked her.

She looked away, considering where she should begin her story, instinctively her hand moved up to her lips, touching them very softly, and for a minute, Sam had to shut his eyes and gain control of himself.

"Well, it was a little after three o’clock on Tuesday. I’d just been to the market to get a few things and ah..." Abagail swallowed and breathed deeply before continuing. "I came straight home and I went to the kitchen to put the groceries away... And then I saw Leta."

"Where there any signs of a struggle?" Sam asked.

"The while place was a mess." Abagail answered.

"So you phoned the police?"

"No... No, I didn’t I..." Abagail folded her arms around her body, as though to block out the chill that the memory caused. "I was just standing there, looking at Leta in all that blood." She shifted nervously in her seat. "Then Beau Loman showed up and said that he had gotten a call from someone saying that they’d heard a woman screaming."

"And your first attorney wanted you to plead self defence?"

"I didn’t kill her." Abagail told him again.

Sam was getting frustrated. He got up and began to pace around the office, thinking better on his feet.

"Now, Denton Waters was approached prior to the death of Leta Aider to come up with a case against you for the murder of Violet and of her father, Bart Aider." Sam said trying to get the facts straight in his head.

"I know, they’re supposed to exhume Bart’s body tomorrow." Abagail told him.

He turned to look at her. "Abagail..." He said softly as he moved back round the desk to her, "didn’t you know that no matter how much evidence that they got together to bring you to trial that they couldn’t because the crimes were committed when you were a minor?" She asked her.

She leaned forward to talk to him. "I remember that day that Violet disappeared so clear, and yet sometimes I feel, well everyone else was so sure, maybe I remembered what I wanted, maybe..."

Sam looked at Abagail, and again his emotions got too much for him. He wanted to hold her, to tell her that she wasn’t crazy, that she didn’t kill anyone, but he also wanted more than that, with Abagail he always wanted more, and knowing that he couldn’t, he lost his self control. His heart began to pound and his throat began to close over. He got up and walked back round the desk, attempting to use it as a mental barrier between himself and Abagail as well as a physical one.

"Are you alright?!" She asked with deep concern. And when he looked round and replied, his soul called out to her and for a moment she saw the real soul that lay behind the eyes, the soul that she had seen in Will Kinman that night before their wedding, the soul that loved her with all its heart.

"Ahh..." She laughed nervously and backed away. "Strange... It was just for a moment you..." and her face was suddenly serious as though her heart understood who was there, even if she didn’t. "It was just... in your eyes..."

Sam looked away and changed the subject. "I don’t believe that you killed Violet, otherwise I wouldn’t be here..." Abagail sat back down, suddenly bought back to reality with a slap. "Who discovered Violet’s remains?" Sam asked, trying desperately to keep calm and keep control.

"The restoration crew. They were tearing down the old well, one of the workmen dropped his watch or something, and went down to get it and found the skeleton... Funny the games that Fate plays."

"I imagine that was enough to get Leta Aider started again."

"Oh, she never stopped." Abagail told him wearily. "Not really... I mean, all she needed was Violet’s locket and the case would be complete!"

"Abagail, I need you to remember everything about the day that Violet disappeared. And about Bart and about Leta."

"Why?" Abagail asked sadly.

"Because I need to know everything about your past, good or bad." Sam told her. "Why don’t we start with Violet?" He suggested.

Abagail sighed wearily.

"Well. I can’t really say that we were friends, Violet and I." Abagail began as she got up and started to walk around the room. "I guess we were rivals. She, ah, she used to tease me all the time. And that day... That day she’d been taunting me about a little gold locket that I’d been saving up for but couldn’t afford, And just to spite me she bought it. She kept pushing it in my face, telling me that my family was poor and that we were crazy, so I hit her. She laughed harder, so I hit her harder. Her nose started bleeding on her sweater and she started crying, but I just kept hitting her and hitting her, it was like I couldn’t stop! When I finally did stop, she ran off and said she was gonna tell her mother... I didn’t like Violet!" Abagail smiled that way you do when you remember something silly from your past. "But I didn’t kill her." She said, her smile fading, her sadness returning. "I didn’t kill her." She told him again. "I didn’t kill her." She repeated again, tears beginning to fall from her eyes, and instinctively her hand went up to her lips again in nervousness. Sam walked up to her slowly, and she turned towards him. He placed his arms around her, holding her close, comforting her, and his emotions became controllable. He would be able to get through this leap now.

When she was calm again, she continued to talk to him for another three hours. She told him all about Violet and her father Bart, and how she had been present when they died. She talked about her grandmother and her mother, and the more storied from her past he heard, the more Sam remembered about what had happened the two previous times that he had been in Abagail’s life. Somehow, through his Swiss-Cheesed brain, everything was crystal clear, as though they had only occurred yesterday.

When Sam walked into Abagail’s house, it was silent, with no sign of Marie coming to greet him. He was weary and needed to sit down, relax for an hour and have something to eat. He was shocked to see a child on the stairs.

"Are you going to save her? Are you going to save my Mommy?" She asked.

Sam was tired and not thinking straight when he spoke. "Abagail?"

"Abagail’s my mother." The girl told him.

"Your mother? But she said that Will..."

"Mary Beth said that you can’t help her." She began to cry, "Mary Beth said that the judge was going to take her to jail and that they were..."

Sam held out his hand for the young girl to take. "Come here." He said soothingly. "Nobody’s going to hurt your mother." He told her as they both sat down on the stairs, Sam sitting a little lower so that he was on eye level with Abagail's daughter.

"But Mary Beth said that they were gonna..." She sobbed.

"I don’t care what Mary Beth said. I’m not about to let anybody hurt your mother."

The little girl stopped crying blinked her beautiful eyes and asked, "You mean that?"

"With all my heart." He smiled broadly at her. "You know that I came from... very far away to help your mother, and I don’t think that I’d have been brought here, if I couldn’t do the job... So why don't you dry those pretty eyes, and lets not worry about this a bit okay?" He smiled again, handing her his handkerchief. He smiled at her as she dried her eyes, she was so like Abagail it was unnerving, so unnerving that when she asked him his name, he told her his own.

"Sam... Ah, Larry Stanton. What’s yours?" He asked her as he heard the Imaging Chamber door open and close.

"Sammie-Jo." She smiled back at him.

"I’m very glad you’re here Mr Sam Larry Stanton. Very glad!" She told him. He smiled back, blushing slightly.

"Ah Sam, Ziggy says you’re not here just to save Abagail, you’re here to save Sammie-Jo." Sam looked at his friend who was deadly serious, his arms stiffly at his sides. "There’s a 91.9 percent chance that Sammie-Jo Fuller is your daughter."

Sam blinked and swallowed, trying hard to take in what his friend was telling him. He looked again at Abagail’s daughter, his daughter, as she smiled sweetly at him, and in his heart, he knew she was his. "According to Ziggy she has an IQ of 194, so she must get her brains from her father." Al told him tapping on the handlink to bring up the information. Sam rose to his feet and walked away from the stairs, still trying to let the news sink in. Al continued telling him about Sammie-Jo. "But the tragedy in all of this is that she’s so traumatised b the death of her mother that she drops out... She’s living alone in Mobil right now, she writes computer manuals for some rinky dink little company."

"No." Sam lamented for his daughter’s future.

"No what?" She asked turning to him. In his shock he had forgotten that she was still there with him. He turned to her quickly and smiled. "No way am I going to get busted for keeping a ten year old kid up so late!" He told her, walking back over to where she still sat on the stairs and crouching down to her eye level.

"I’m not ten I’m eleven." She smiled. "And you’re not keeping me up. I’m waiting for Marie to wake up so we can go." Sammie-Jo told him.

"Where are you going?" He asked absently, scared that if he lost sight of her she would disappear. Feeling guilty for all the time that he had missed being with her, and not wanting to lose any more of it.

"Ah, well, you know I think it’s kinda creepy…"

"Just to Marie’s."

"... You know, for a kid to stay in a place, you know where dead people were!"

"I’m staying with her ‘til Mommy comes home."

The sound of yawning came from the lounge and Sam turned to see Marie walking towards them. "Lordy!" She yawned. "We’re all going to turn into pumpkins! I’ve got to get you home child!" Marie said, stretching out her arms as Sammie-Jo walked into them. "I see you’ve met our Sammie-Jo... Smartest little girl in the whole parish!" She told him proudly. "I’ve put up some chicken and rice for you, Mr Stanton, in the Kitchen. Do you want me to warm it?" She asked.

"You’d better get her home, huh?" Sam replied.

"Sammie-Jo why don’t you run on into the kitchen and..." Marie said, pushing the child in the direction of the kitchen.

"No!" Sammie-Jo cried. "No, I can’t go in there, please don’t make me go in there..." She begged, sobbing. Al and Sam both looked distressed, both wanted to do so much to take her fear away and help her with hugs and kisses, like any other child. Al couldn’t because he was a hologram, and Sam couldn’t, because to her he was just Larry Stanton the lawyer who would help her mother, not the father that he longed to be, and that only served to make things worse for Sam. Al looked at Sam and knew what his friend was feeling, knew that all he wanted to do was be her father, treat her like any other father would his daughter, but he couldn’t. Instead he was left to stand there feeling useless and totally empty.

"Oh, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I don’t know what I was thinking about, baby!" Marie said her voice full of regret as she hugged Sammie-Jo. "Your Marie is just getting old and forgetful! Now I’ll get you out of here, and into a nice warm bed!" Marie smiled at her as she led her towards the door.

"You know, she’s probably right, if you, you know, put on some nice pyjamas and get into a big warm bed, and have a good night’s sleep!" Sam wanted so much to say more, to do more for her, but he knew that it would have seemed out of place. But somehow, it was enough for Sammie-Jo.

"Will I see you tomorrow Mr Stanton?" She asked him.

"Sammie-Jo, I don’t want you anywhere near that courthouse!" Marie told her.

"I’ll be here everyday after five o’clock." He told her.

"And I could come and see you?" She asked him sniffing back another tear.

"I’ll be sad if you don’t!"

"Goodnight" She said to him as Marie led her towards the door.

When the door had closed after them, it was only then Sam spoke to Al. "I have a daughter, Al!" He said in shock. Al said nothing. For what can you say to a man whose daughter will never know him as her father, and who can’t do a single thing to take any of her hurt away.

CHAPTER THREE

Now there were two people who Sam had to save. Abagail, and their eleven year old daughter Sammie-Jo. And even though Leta Aider was dead, from her grave she held the key to Sam’s success.

Sam and Abagail sat nervously before the judge and jury in the court room. Al was pacing up and down eager for the whole messy situation to be over.

"Mr Stanton, would you care to address the jury?" The judge asked.

As Sam rose to his feet Al started on his plea for the defence. "Ah yes, well firstly, there is no evidence that Abagail killed either Violet or her father!"

"First of all," Sam began, walking round the defence table to stand beside his invisible companion, "I would like to clear up some of the clutter that Mr Waters has thrown in your way about this trial." Sam began to pace up and down in front of the jury while giving them his opening remarks. "We are here for one reason, and one reason only. To determine the guilt or innocence of Abagail Fuller with regards to the murder of Leta Aider."

As he spoke, unknown to Abagail and himself, Sammie-Jo crept into the public gallery to watch the days proceedings.

"Now since Mr Waters brought this up," Sam continued, "I feel I must remind you all that it has never been proven that Abagail Fuller committed murder. It has never been proven that Abagail Fuller took the lives of Violet or her father. Now that fact haunted Leta Aider. It haunted her because she desperately needed someone to blame for the loss of her family was taken from her, but I do know that my client, Abagail Fuller was not responsible."

"She had no motive to kill Leta!" Al told them.

"And because she is innocent..." Sam continued.

"And even if she did, she wouldn’t be responsibly because she was just a minor!" Al reasoned.

"...Since she did not kill Violet or Bart, she would have no reason to murder Leta...No motive to murder Leta Aider. Now Mr Waters omitted the fact that by statute the state of Louisiana cannot convict a minor of a felony, that’s if she committed a felony, which she did not! Why would this woman jeopardise her life and the life of her daughter. The answer is she would not."

"Yeh, they’re barking up the wrong oak!" Al agreed.

"There is a murderer and a killer," Sam went on, "a killer who came into Abagail’s kitchen and for whatever reason took the life of Leta Aider. A crime was committed but not by this woman." Sam said gesturing towards Abagail. "Now, you, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, have a very difficult task ahead of you here..." Denton Waters watched Sam closely as he delivered his remarks. Adopting a slight air of intrigue over Sam’s comments.

"... You have to throw out the gossip, and the rumours and the lies that have followed Abagail Fuller for the past 25 years and listen only to the facts, and using that knowledge and that knowledge only, you must determine the guilt or innocence of Abagail Fuller." Sam paused for a brief second, his emotions starting to overwhelm him as he considered what could happen to his daughter if she lost her mother. "You must determine her fate." He said as he looked at Abagail. "And the future of her daughter and everyone else who loves her." Sam wanted to tell Abagail that it had been him, not Will that night who had loved her so completely, tell her that he was here again now to be with her. To do anything to save her. To be the man who would slay tigers for her. But he couldn’t.

Al approached his friend scrutinising his expression. "Sam are you okay?" He asked. Unable to reply Sam continued his speech, telling the jury that he would do his utmost to present the facts to them as he saw them, telling them that Denton Waters would be doing the sam; telling them that it was up to them to determine the truth. Sam’s throat began to close over again, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Sam?" Al asked him, as Sam tried to breathe deeply, trying to calm himself in an attempt to regain his composure. He leaned against the table. Both Abagail and Sammie-Jo watched him with concern. Al tapped on the handlink trying to get some sort of information out of Ziggy on the situation.

Sam practically collapsed back into his seat beside Abagail, thanking the jury for listening. "Are you alright?" She asked him with grave concern. "Are you alright?" She repeated.

"Sam I don’t like the way you look here!" Al told him as he began to tap on the handlink. "What’s going on?" he asked.

Sam was pulling on the collar of his shirt, Abagail trying to help him, the courtroom aghast at the goings on.

"I’m alright." Sam gasped trying to reassure both Al and Abagail.

"I just need a moment..." He continued.

"Sam there’s a problem in the Waiting Room... Ah, tell them... Tell them you need a break!" Al told him before punching the keys on the handlink and disappearing. Sam glanced at where his friend had been.

"Your Honour, if I could just have a m-moment please?" Sam requested.

"The court will take a 20 minute recess before we begin the prosecution’s first witness." The Judge announced before banging his hammer.

Sam found Larry Stanton’s nitro pills in his briefcase and took them, and they managed to take the pain in his chest away long enough for Sam to get through the first day of witnesses in Abagail’s murder trial.

Sam had listened as Denton Waters had presented to the court a variety of experts and a ton of evidence. Evidence which included the knife which had been used to kill Leta Aider, the knife with Abagail’s finger prints on it, as well as Leta’s. Sheriff Beau Loman recalling how he found Abagail standing over Leta’s body, adding in his memories of the deaths of Leta’s husband and child, Bart and Violet.

When the court was over for the day, it left Sam with one person to face. The other life affected by this trial. His daughter, Sammie-Jo.

Sam arrived back at Abagail’s house to find Sammie-Jo sitting on the settee, off in a daydream, humming to herself. He handed his jacket and briefcase to Marie and walked over to her.

"Sammie-Jo?" He called to her, but she didn’t move or stop humming. "Sammie-Jo are you alright?"

"Brigadoon..." She replied.

"What?" Sam smiled.

"I was just remembering..." She told him as he kneeled behind the settee to be on a level beside her.

"See when I read a book the pages, they stay like pictures in my mind, whenever I wanna I can just go back and remember it all over again." She told him.

"You’ve got a photographic memory." Sam replied.

"Sometimes..." Sammie-Jo answered as if it was something she was used to hiding.

"I’ve got a photographic memory." Sam told her, smiling at the fact he had something in common with his daughter, as he moved round to sit beside her.

"Brigadoon... Brigadoon..." Sam said replaying the story in his own mind. "That was one of my favourite stories too."

"Mine too!" Said Sammie-Jo excited. "My grandmamma says she likes it when the old reverend asks God for a miracle and he makes Brigadoon disappear for a hundred years."

Sam watched his daughter’s face light up as she talked to him about her favourite part, which happened to be where the town was called back early.

"Do you believe in miracles Mr Stanton?" Sammie-Jo asked as Sam smiled at her with pride.

"Miracles?" He asked her.

"That someone, if they really loved somebody, could go back in time and be part of their lives?"

Sam smiled warmly. If only you knew, he thought. "Well if that’s a miracle, then yes, I believe in miracles."

"I wanna go back in time someday." Sammie-Jo told him. "I wanna meet my daddy. I wanna tell him..." Sammie-Jo stopped, embarrassed to finish what she was going to say.

"Tell him what?" Sam asked, longing to hear what Sammie-Jo would say, if only she knew.

"Just that I love him... but he knows... My grandma Phyllis says he knows and she knows everything!" Sam’s smile rapidly faded. He remembered Sammie-Jo’s grandmamma, he remembered Laura Fuller. Suddenly things began to come together in Sam’s mind.

"Sammie-Jo Fuller, I love you, and I want you to know that everything’s going to be okay!" He said, kissed her on the forehead, and got up.

"Where you going?" Sammie-Jo asked him.

"I’m going to tell your grandmamma that it’s okay to remember!" He told her. She smiled at him as she watched him leave.

TO BE CONTINUED...