From: Lenora McCoy Subject: "Quantum Leap: A New Leaper" (1/5) Date: Mon, 05 May 1997 22:35:00 -0700 Organization: Sprint Internet Passport Message-Id: <336EC304.51FD@technologist.com> "Quantum Leap: A Visit to A Weird Planet" by Lenora McCoy Boy, am I tired, thought the slightly stocky middle-aged actor as he finished the scene. As he closed his eyes and mentally counted off the "pop-out" seconds, he felt slightly dizzy. When he opened his eyes to walk off the set, suddenly there were no cameras, no Scott, not even the set of Jack Stone's house. Where the hell am I? thought Dean Stockwell as he contemplated the huge, cavernous white room. He stared up and saw a silver disk floating above him, looked down and saw one below his feet. "The Imaging Chamber?" Suddenly, a sultry female voice spoke to him, "Admiral, you are needed in the briefing room, immediately." Admiral? Oh, boy! Dean thought as he looked at the handlink and tried to figure out which button opened the Imaging Chamber door. He was happy to see the door open and Dennis walk through. "Admiral, may I have your handlink? It doesn't seem to be working." Dean wordlessly handed over then handlink, and Dennis held out another one. "Ziggy, activate the new handlink, please," he said. Dean almost jumped (but managed not too, thankfully) when the sultry voice answered, "Yes, Gooshie. I have already done so." The handlink in Dean's hand lit up and began to scroll messages towards the top. So that's how it's supposed to work! Dean thought, and that must be Gooshie. I must have switched places with the real Admiral Calavicci. Gooshie gave him a puzzled look, "Aren't you going to meet with Dr. Beeks about the current leap, Admiral?" Dean thought about that week's script, and what he was supposed to do. "Tell Dr. Beeks to wait a little while. I want to keep an eye on Sam. I'm a bit worried about him." Gooshie nodded, and Dean inwardly relaxed, happy that his story went unquestioned. "How long shall I tell her?" Dean thought about that, and looked at his watch, "Oh, a half hour should be fine." Gooshie nodded. Dean went to put the cigar he was holding into his mouth, and noticed it was unlit. He patted his pockets looking for a lighter, but didn't find one. "Need a light, Admiral?" Gooshie held up a Zippo lighter. "Sure, thanks." He lit his cigar, took a couple of satisfactory puffs, and gave the lighter back to Gooshie. "Shall I center you on Dr. Beckett?" Dean nodded. Gooshie, apparently satisfied, walked out, giving the handlink in his hand an odd look. It must be so much lighter than the real thing, and he probably notices. Oh, boy! What's happening on the set, with Al in my place? Dean thought. "Come on Dean! Scott can't stay frozen forever!" Al looked up in surprise. "Come on!" The man speaking was standing behind a movie camera. What happened to the Imaging Chamber? Where am I? he pondered as he stumbled past the man by the camera. "Sleepy?" A woman came to his elbow, "Let me help you to your trailer so you can lie down." She led him to a small motor home. He looked over the pictures on the walls -- obviously done by young children, probably this guy Dean's kids. Looking around the trailer, he saw golf clubs, a chess computer, and a TV with VCR. Lying on a tiny table was a script and a timetable. Examining the script, he saw that the show was called Quantum Leap and the episode they were filming was called "Dreams". A man named Dean Stockwell was playing Al Calavicci. "Hey -- they're filming the story of Project Quantum Leap, and they're doing the mission Sam is in right now!" He picked up the script and laid down on the bed to read it. Before he got the point in time where he had come here, he fell asleep. Dean puffed on his cigar, holding the handlink in his left hand, as he discreetly watched Sam stare at the door to the room where Janice DiCaro had been murdered. Good thing I read ahead in the script, or I'd be lost he thought, and as he kept an eye on Sam, he pondered the circumstances that had brought him here. Musta been that little bit of dizziness. While I was popping out on film, Al musta been popping out here and somehow we switched places. So now I gotta fake it and pretend I'm Al. Dean smirked, Yeah, act like a person whom I've been playing for nearly five years. Shouldn't be too hard. Now will Al be able to pull off acting on the show? Didn't we mention Al being in summer stock in some episode? Maybe he'll do okay after all. -----------------------------To be continued-------------------------- -- Lenora McCoy, confessed Obsessed Leaper, Al-coholic, and Dean-drooler AdmiralCalavicci@hotmail.com AdmiralAl@star-trek.com http://www.geocities.com/Area51/4401/ CalavicciQL@juno.com Author of "Quantum Kirk" and other stories (list and/or requests by e-mail)