Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 13:09:21 -0600 (MDT) From: "Katherine R. Freymuth" Subject: Slide Before You Leap - Part 12 Message-ID: Slide Before You Leap A Quantum Leap/ Sliders Crossover by Kat Freymuth Part 12 Rembrandt and Wade stood back and watched as Sam, Quinn, and Professor Arturo chattered together about the science of quantum physics. "Look at those guys," Wade commented, sitting on one of the couches away from the three scientists. "I used to feel left out when Quinn and the Professor did this but with three of them at it..." "I sympathize, girl," Rembrandt told him. "Too bad we don't have something to occupy _our_ time with." Wade looked at the door. "They won't even let us out of this room without Adm. Calavicci's permission." She looked towards Quinn and the others. "Hey," she told Rembrandt. "Take a look. I think they're on to something." Sure enough, Quinn (the only one whose face Wade and Rembrandt could see) had a wide smile and bright eyes which indicated he was excited about something. Wade stood up and walked over to them, Rembrandt following. "What's up, guys?" Wade asked. "Well," Quinn told her. "I think we've figured out how to find the window to our own world." That brought smiles to Rembrandt's and Wade's faces. "We need to run a few experiments to find the correct window," Arturo added. "And in order to do that, we must re-locate." "I'll arrange for us to get a lab for us to work in," Sam told them. "If I can." "I thought that this was your project here," Rembrandt commented. "Can't you just take a lab?" Sam smiled. "Not when there's guests." He stood up. "In the meantime, I suggest you all get some sleep. I'm sure you've had a long day." He went over to the door and opened it. "Dr. Beckett?" the soldier on guard asked upon seeing Sam. "We've finished for now, Corporal," Sam told him. "I believe Adm. Calavicci has arranged some quarters for our guests. Would you escort them to their quarters?" "Yes, sir," the corporal replied. He made a nod to another guard just a few feet away and turned to the Sliders. "If you would just follow me, gentlemen. Ma'am." The Sliders obeyed, being followed in turn by the second guard while Sam went down the corridor in the opposite direction. *********************************** "Gaddamit!" Al exclaimed after slamming down the receiver on his office phone. He slumped into his chair in frustration. "I knew it!" he exclaimed to himself. He huffed, leaning himself on his desk. *Bringing those four here was a mistake*, he thought. *Now, how am I going to explain them to Senator Harlow and Senator Weitzman? I can't keep them locked in their quarters for an entire week! What if they don't have that long until they have to slide? What it they have to slide and they slide into a reality in which Project Quantum Leap never happened? They'd slide right into solid rock!* He exhaled and rubbed his face. *Geez, I can't believe I'm actually believing all this sliding stuff!* Al stood up from his desk. *Whether they really are "sliding" or not, Sam ahs to be warned. We have to do something about them and NOW!* He looked up at the ceiling. "Alpha," he spoke to the intercom to the hybrid-co0mputer on the tenth level. "Yes. Admiral. Cala. Vicci.," the computer replied choppily. Al sighed. He hated his name being split in two like that. He hoped Sam could give the thing a personality soon. "Where's Dr. Beckett?" "Doctor. Beckett. Has. Left. Staff. Lounge. Two. A. He . Is. Current. Ly. On. Level. Five. In. The. Corri. Dor." Al raised his eyebrows. "And the guests?" "The. Guests. Are. In. Their. Quart. Ers." Al walked out into the corridor. Just as the computer had told him, Sam was in the corridor, about to enter his office. "Sam?" Al called out, walking towards him. Sam turned and smiled. "We're really making some great progress, Al. I just need a lab we can work in. I'm sure we'll find an answer. I can get them home, Al!" Al sighed. "Sam, we have to talk." Sam opened his office door. "If you're worried about security, don't be. I haven't told them a thing about the project." He walked into the office. Al followed. "Sam, we have a serious problem here," Al emphasized. "Like what?" Al slipped his hands into his trouser's pockets and looked at Sam carefully. "I've just got a call from the committee," he told him. "They're not sure that you can prove your theories." "This isn't new, Al," Sam told him. "Congress has been on me for months about this." "Not like this," Al told him firmly. The tone in Al's voice caught Sam's attention. He sat down behind his desk. "What is it?" "Senators Weitzman and Harlow are coming to the Complex for an inspection," Al said quietly but strongly. "Tomorrow morning." Sam sat up quickly. "Tomorrow morning? What time?" "Eight-thirty." "What?" Sam questioned. "Can't you get them to come later?" Al glared at him. "And raise their suspicions? Besides, what could I say to them? 'Sorry, Senators, we can't have you here right now. We have four unauthorized persons here and we don't want you to see them?' Sam, we're talking about the Project here! If they have ANY suspicions, they'll close us down! Permanently!" Sam exhaled. He sat back in his chair in frustration. "I guess you were right. This was a bad idea." "A little late for that now," Al told him sarcastically. "What are you going to do, Sam? They're your responsibility." Sam sighed. "If only I had more time," he muttered. Al couldn't help but smile. "Funny thing for a would-be time traveller to say." He paused, remembering. "Speaking of which, Max wants to see you. I mean _our_ Max. Says he thinks he has a solution to Alpha's ego." Sam's eyes widened. He stood up and headed for the office door. "Let's go then." ------------------------------------ Part 13 coming up soon. Kat Freymuth "Tibby, when Sam wakes up, tell him...." "Her, her, her." "Him, him, HIM!" Al and Tibby, "Shock Theatre"