hey everyone! last night was a blast. we all had lots of fun at Beth's house watching QL episodes, munching, and chatting. (Thanks Beth for hosting). I just discovered that there are written seasons of QL online to read that begins season 6 and goes up to season 14. That's right. Season 14. Kinda how Joss did Buffy Season 8 in comic format. But this isn't a comic. It's called "Quantum Leap: The Virtual Seasons" The link is below. Then click on "Archives". Then choose the season and then click on the link "Read it online" Apparently, it's supposed to pick up in 1993 right after season 5 ends. There are "18 stories" for season 6, and so on. You can even print it out. Here's a sample. The 1st episode is about 40 pages long. 262 "episodes" in all. (Not counting the 5 dvd seasons) Enjoy.
http://www.quantumleap-alsplace.com/virtualseasons/main/main.htmlhere's a tiny sample:
Prelude:
Within the five years since Dr. Samuel Beckett had leaped into the chaotic world of time travel, he was never quite certain where he might end up. He had leaped into so many different people, and so many situations with so many things to put right, it was a shock to leap into a scenario where he knew what had to be done. In fact, he knew even prior to the leap what he wanted to do; he hadn’t expected the God-like entity in his last leap to grant his wish.
Sam had suspected that the bartender in the establishment called Al’s Place in his last leap to be the one responsible for leaping him around. In the past five years Sam and his guide from his own time, Admiral Albert Calavicci, had dubbed the invisible entity ‘God, Fate or Whoever’, never placing a face to the power. This bartender had seemed too familiar with Sam and his travels, and knew that Sam wouldn’t leap home until he fixed the life of his guide and friend.
It was from Al’s Place that he leaped yet again into the house of Beth Calavicci. She was slow dancing with the shadows of her dark home to the song Georgia, tears streaming down her face as she thought of her husband Al, whom she finally believed to be dead as a prisoner of war in Vietnam. Sam could feel the sadness in the room, and took a hesitant step towards her from the shadows.
"Beth?" he called softly.
She turned, surprised, to see Sam standing in her living room. She brought her hand to her chest to control her pounding heart. "Who are you? How.. how did you get in here?" She glanced at the door then back to him, instinctively knowing he wasn’t there to hurt her.
Sam did not move any closer, and calmed her with his voice. "I’m not going to harm you. I’m here to help you. Help you and Al."
"Al?" she questioned, her heart soaring at the sound of his name. "You’re a friend of Al’s?"
His voice shook with emotion as he replied. "Yeah, I’m a friend of Al’s," and he knew that she trusted him by her smile and grateful sigh. "Think we can sit?" She nodded, unable to speak, and motioned to the couch where they sat at opposite ends. He faced her and said, "I’m going to tell you a story, Beth. A story with a happy ending but only if you believe me."
"And if I don’t?" Beth asked softly, wanting to hear a happy ending.
"You will, I swear you will," he whispered. His voice was still wavering with emotion. "But instead of starting with once upon a time, let’s start with a happy ending." His eyes were shiny with happy tears as he said, "Al’s alive and he's coming home."
The memory of what happened next was incomplete to him now, but he did recall comforting her as she cried healing tears of relief and happiness. He remembered feeling rare inner peace just before the familiar tingling of an impending leap.
PART ONE
Once more he felt the sensation of falling in the blue twilight between leaps. This thrilling, sweet feeling was the familiar precursor to entering another life, and Sam relaxed into the fall waiting to see where he landed. This time, however, the wonderful feeling twisted him into and agonizing convulsion when it changed to feel as if someone had plunged a knife into his stomach. The ripping feeling tore upwards through his chest, and he opened his mouth to scream as the pain tore deeply through his soul. The pain was intense and unrelenting, causing Sam to retreat in his mind to a corner, any corner, that would provide even the slightest relief. He felt himself mentally curl up into a ball.
Then just as quickly as it began, the pain ceased. Unfortunately for Sam, as he felt himself gasp at the sudden relief, he materialized into a body that was mid-step going down a staircase. Surprised, the soul of Sam stayed in its corner as the host tumbled down the stairs. He didn’t particularly care what happened next as long as the pain didn’t return.
