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Leap to the Stars, a Quantum Leap and Stargate: SG-1 crossover ...

LEAP TO THE STARS

By Lorraine Anderson

Sam Beckett was falling into a puddle.

No.

He was walking into a puddle. A bright white puddle, contained in a large circle with Egyptian glyphs. He stopped and looked around. He had companions, three of them, one female and two males. They were all dressed in military fatigues, and all were armed. He, himself, carried a gun. "What the…" A sudden realization snapped his attention back at the puddle. "A wormhole event horizon."

The female looked at him, crease lines between her eyes. "Sir?"

"Jack? You okay?"

A blonde-haired man came up beside him, looking into his face. He saw the wormhole reflected in his glasses, then he saw the man had no rank. Civilian, he thought. He realized the man was waiting for an answer. "Um, yeah."

"Is there something wrong, people?" A loud voice over an intercom. Sam looked around to spot a bald man… a general, he thought… in a control room behind glass.

"No, sir," Sam said automatically. He faced the water again.

The fourth companion, a large black man, turned slightly toward him, long enough for Sam to see a gold tattoo on his forehead, then entered the event horizon. The blonde woman was right behind him.

"Oh, boy," Sam muttered, as the other man guided him into the event horizon, fully expecting to be torn apart. He disintegrated –

- and ended stepping out the other side, chilled. He shivered, then looked around. They were outdoors. Some sort of coniferous trees lined the clearing around the circle. A round device was in front of them… a control panel? He looked up to see two moons in the sky. Both seemed to be around the same size of Earth's moon. "The tidal forces must be spectacular," he muttered.

"Jack?"

"Yes..." Sam caught the name patch on the man's fatigues. "… Jackson?"

Jackson still looked worried. "Are you sure you're all right?"

"Indeed," said the black man. "O'Neill looks pale."

Sam looked at the name patch. Ok, he wasn't going to try to pronounce that one. The event horizon collapsed behind him, and he turned involuntarily. "Um…," he stuttered. "We're not alone." He lowered the gun that he was still carrying to the ground.

Behind the circle was an army of men, most pointing loaded bows, swords, and other unknown weapons on them.

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"Jack?

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