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  • Lover's Leap (Smallville/Quantum Leap crossover)

    Author: Phoenixnz
    Fandom: Smallville/Quantum Leap
    Genre: Slash
    Pairing: Complicated (but implied Clark/Lex)
    Rating: G
    Cast: Lex, Clark, Sam Beckett, Al Calavicci and cameos
    Summary: Sam leaps in to correct a mistake made by Clark and Lex. Craziness ensues

    Okay, so this is a complete crack fic, crossover with two of my favourite shows, Quantum Leap and of course, Smallville

    Part One of Two


    August 19, 2006, 1.57pm

    It was the same old story. Clark was once again accusing Lex of doing something heinous, and evil, and as usual, Lex was on the defensive. And frankly, he was sick of it. Clark was always accusing him of something, and okay, Lex wasn’t lily white, but come on!

    To top it off, Lana had moved into the mansion. Granted, she was pretty, but the only reason Lex really wanted anything to do with her was because she was Clark’s. Or she used to be. He knew Clark’s secret had come between them. And how long was Clark going to kid himself about that? Maybe Lex didn’t know everything but he knew a lot more than Clark thought he did.

    Lex fought a sneer as he looked at Clark, who had just come barging in, practically snorting like a bull after a red cape.

    “So what am I supposed to have done this time?” he asked, staying seated at his desk, his calm demeanour belying the anger he felt.

    “I can’t believe you put Lana in danger. Again.”

    Lex frowned at him. “What the hell are you talking about, Clark?”

    “I heard about your ‘kidnapping’,” the brunette said. “And somehow Lana got caught up in it.”

    Oh yes, Lex thought. Those two goons who had strapped him to a table in a warehouse, looking for the secret to how he’d got his powers when he’d been taken over by Zod. That kidnapping.

    “Clark, if I’d had a choice, I wouldn’t have ...”

    Suddenly, Clark staggered, almost as if he’d been exposed to the green meteor rock. Only this time he didn’t look sick, just kind of disoriented. Lex watched as he shook his shaggy head. What the hell was going on?

    August 19, 2006, 1.58pm

    Sam Beckett had been in a lot of strange situations during his time as a leaper, but this actually seemed kind of okay. Well, let’s see, he thought. He was in some kind of office. Huge stained glass windows, maybe a church? No. Quite a big room, fairly modern decor, but the walls looked to be some kind of stone. He looked quickly around. Was this his place?

    He saw a bald man getting up from a glass table, a small computer sitting in front of him. The bald man was dressed casually, although the clothing looked expensive. His face showed concern as he approached Sam.

    “Clark? You okay?”

    Sam stepped back as the bald man approached. Okay, his name was Clark. Clark what?

    “Uh, I’m fine,” he said.

    “Are you sure? You look a little out of it.”

    So would you if you’d just leaped from the 1960s to, hmm, I wonder what era this is, Sam thought. He knew he could leap in and out of his own lifetime, but when in the hell was this? Judging from the clothes, it wasn’t the eighties. Or disco seventies. Thank god for that, he thought. He looked down at himself, then back at the bald man and quickly compared notes. He didn't belong here. Not judging from the way he was dressed.

    “Um, I’m going to go,” he said, feeling very uncomfortable with the way the bald man was looking at him. Almost as if he was lunch. “Yeah. I’m going to ...” He continued backing away, then turned and went out the door. Question was, which way was out? Not everything came with exit signs.

    He stumbled around a little until he was confronted by a man in a suit. “Mr Kent? Are you lost?”

    “You know,” Sam said. “I just wanted to check, er ...”

    “I’ll get Benton to escort you out,” the man said. Obviously some kind of security.

    Sam found himself unceremoniously yet firmly escorted out of what he realised was some kind of castle. He groaned inwardly, thinking what kind of idiot would live in a castle in this day and age? Had he somehow leapt to England? No, he couldn’t have. The accents would have been different. And he was clearly in America, somewhere.

    He found himself wandering around, not even sure where he was going. Where was Al? Usually he’d shown up by now.

    June 27, 2001, 1830 hours

    Al was preoccupied. Dealing with a very angry, yet very confused young man in the holographic guise of Sam Beckett. Apparently, this young man thought he’d been kidnapped by someone called Brainiac, whatever the hell that was. And this was feeling kind of hinkie, Al thought.

    “Look, I’m trying to help you out here, kid,” he said. “Just tell me what I need to know.”

    “Where’s Brainiac?” the kid kept asking.

    “I don’t know who or what Brainiac is.”

    The kid kept touching his clothes, examining them, as if he was like something out of a comic book. Al did like wearing garish clothing, well it wasn’t garish to him, but he remembered a little kid once calling his shirt ‘yucky’.

    “Hey, back off,” Al said. “Come on kid. We can’t get you back until we figure out what’s going on. So just tell me your name.”

    The kid just stared at him stubbornly and crossed his arms. Al sighed. This was going to be one of ‘those’ leaps. He could tell.

    August 19, 2006, 2.14pm

    Sam didn’t know what made him start running. But when he stopped running he realised he was in big trouble. From out of nowhere, he’d put on this burst of speed, but it was like nothing he’d ever seen or felt. It was ... well, there was no other word for it. Inhuman. He’d managed to see enough to guess he was in rural Kansas. At least, he had been before he’d started running. Now he was in ... hell, he didn’t know where he was. “Toto, I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore,” he murmured, looking at the city streets. People were looking at him oddly too.

    Now Sam had leapt around a lot of different eras of history. But this didn’t look like anything he’d seen. Okay, the cars weren’t flying around, but he could tell that this was the future. Which was going to seriously complicate things. How was it possible that he’d leapt into his own future? Well, okay, maybe not exactly his future, but the future nonetheless.

    Idiot, he told himself. He’d leapt into his own great-grandfather, so he supposed it wasn’t a complete impossibility that he’d arrived in the future. He glanced around and saw a newspaper bin for the New York Times. Okay, New York. Now how in the hell did he get back to Kansas? And where exactly in Kansas was he supposed to be?

    Sam dug in the pockets of the baggy jeans he was wearing. Loose change. He needed loose change. Ah, a quarter. He glanced at the bin. Nope, he needed a bit more than that. He kept digging, feeling what seemed to be a squashed candy bar. It was sticky. Yuck, he thought. Obviously he was in the body of a kid.

    Ahh, found enough change to get a paper. He put the money in the slot and grabbed a paper, quickly reading the date as he continued walking along the street. August, 2006. Now he was getting somewhere. All he needed to do was figure out his new identity.

    In the business section, he saw a photograph of the bald man. ‘Lex Luthor’, the caption said. The bald man was obviously very wealthy and he was promising funds to help people rebuild after ‘Dark Thursday’, whatever that was. But that answered another question. And as he read, Sam’s questions were further answered. Luthor lived in Smallville. Great. He had to get back to Smallville.

    So Sam did exactly what he’d done before. He ran.

    June 27, 2001, 1845 hours

    “So, if you’re not Brainiac, who are you?”

    “You may find this hard to believe, but you’re in a research facility,” Al said.

    The kid stumbled back, clearly startled. He looked around, as if he was looking for some kind of escape route. Al put his hands out, trying to reassure the kid.

    “Hey, it’s okay. No-one’s here to hurt you. We just need you to help us, okay?”

    “Help you do what?”

    “Look, my friend is out there and he needs to know what he’s up against. Just tell me what you remember.”

    “Um, I was in Lex’s office.”

    “Lex?”

    “Lex Luthor. We were friends, well, we’re not now.”

    “Okay, that’s a start. So, why don’t you tell me your name?”

    “Clark. Clark Kent.”

    “Where are you from, Clark?”

    Clark looked at this funny older man. Compared to him the man was, well, kind of short. Short for a guy anyway. But he seemed okay, although his taste in shirts left a lot to be desired. Then again, Clark was the king of plaid, so he supposed he shouldn’t judge.

    “Smallville.”

    “What year?”

    Clark cocked an eyebrow and stared at the man. “What?”

    Al sighed, then smiled. “Kid, I’m going to level with you, okay? You seem like you’re a pretty smart kid, so I think you’ll get me. This research facility is called Project Quantum Leap. It’s a time travel experiment. My friend, Sam and I, we had this theory that a man could travel within his own lifetime.”

    Clark nodded, not really getting it, thinking this guy was totally nuts. But then, he’d already seen his reflection, and it wasn’t himself staring back, so he figured he’d just better go with it.

    “Anyway, Sam has leaped into you, and you’ve kind of switched bodies with him.”

    Clark frowned. Was that even possible? Given his alien origins? But he let Al go on.

    “Sam and I thought that there was this force, like, I don’t know, God, or something, directing Sam’s leaps so he can put right what once went wrong. And it’s possible that something you did affected your future. Can you think what that would be?”

    Clark sighed, then thought for a moment. His brain was a little fuzzy, but from what he could remember, he was talking to Lex about Lana. For some reason, Lana had been kidnapped, along with Lex after Dark Thursday. He started to tell Al about it all.

    August 19, 2006, 3.30pm

    Sam stood in the middle of the street in what appeared to be downtown Smallville. Across the street was a cafe, called the Talon. He started to cross when he heard the blare of a car horn. He looked to his left. A silver Porsche. The bald man, Luthor, was driving. He frowned at Sam, who realised he was standing in the middle of the road. Sam moved back, letting Luthor park his car and he waited on the pavement as Luthor got out, taking off his sunglasses.

    “Clark, you disappeared on me. You okay?”

    “I’m fine, Mr Luthor,” Sam said.

    Luthor frowned. “Look, Clark, I know we’re not friends anymore, but why so formal?”

    “Sorry, Lex. I’m just having a really bad day.”

    “That’s for sure,” a voice said behind him. Sam looked around, delighted to see Al with the handlink.

    “Oh boy, am I glad to see you,” he said.

    “Sorry, Clark. Did you say something?”

    “Um, no, Lex. I was just thinking, um, of getting a coffee.”

    “Then, why don’t I join you? So we can finish that conversation.”

    Sam nodded. “Right. Okay.” He nodded his head for Al to follow, and he walked with Lex across the street.

    Before they could sit down at a table, Sam spotted the bathroom.

    “Um, I need to, er ...”

    “Oh, Sam, not the head again! You know I hate going in there!”

    Sam looked at the hologram of his friend and gestured toward the bathroom.

    “Fine, Clark. Why don’t I order for us? The usual, right?”

    “Er, yeah. Thanks, um, Lex.” He quickly went off to the bathroom, checking the room was clear.

    “Okay, what’s going on Al?”

    “Well, your name is Clark Kent and you’re in Smallville, Kansas.”

    “I figured that much. Who’s this Lex?”

    “Lex Luthor. He’s the billionaire owner of Luthorcorp and your former best friend.”

    “So why aren’t they friends?”

    “Well, apparently Lex has been involved in some questionable research concerning this stuff that Clark calls Kryptonite. Don’t ask me why. He won’t tell me. But he did let that much slip.”

    “What took you so long?”

    “Well, the kid’s kind of paranoid. And he thought he’d been abducted by someone called Brainiac.”

    “Brainiac? What kind of name is that?”

    “No idea. Anyway, he was apparently in the middle of an argument with Lex about a girl called Lana, who is Clark’s ex-girlfriend. She’s moved on to bigger and better.”

    “Lex.”

    “Somehow Lex got kidnapped, and she got taken along with him by these two goons. Lex ended up getting shot. I think Clark knows a little more than he’s telling.”

    “Yeah, there’s something strange about this kid.” Sam was looking at his reflection in the mirror. The kid was tall, around six foot three or four, with a thick mop of curly black hair and big green eyes. The kid could have been a model, he was so gorgeous.

    “In what way, Sam?”

    Sam snickered, then looked at Al. “Because I somehow ended up in New York, in less time than it takes to brew coffee.”

    “What? How?”

    “I don’t know. But this kid can run extremely fast. He ...”

    The door opened and Lex came in. “Hey, Clark, everything okay? You seem to be taking an awful long ...”

    Sam suddenly found himself really looking at Lex. The guy was slender in build, but he was extremely good-looking. So good-looking that Sam began to get that uncomfortable feeling.

    “Um, I’ll be out in a sec, Lex,” he said, trying to remember that this kid was probably still a teenager. But the way Lex was looking at him, he could swear the guy was giving him the same look that he thought he was giving him. He’d seen lust before, and the older man definitely had that look about him. Oh my god, he thought. Lex was gay! And judging from the way this kid’s body was reacting, so was Clark!

    Sam had had this problem before, when he’d leapt into a couple of other characters. He’d somehow absorbed part of their personalities. But this one obviously came with a whole series of side effects. Sam’s eyes began to grow hot. He blinked rapidly, noticing to his relief that Lex had left. But the burning sensation in his eyes was getting worse. Another part of his anatomy was showing clear signs of his emotions as well. Suddenly, Sam saw the wall was on fire.

    Al was staring at him in shock. It was like the fire had come from his eyes, straight through the hologram to the wall.

    “Sam?”

    Sam looked around in panic, then took off the plaid shirt and wrapped it around his hands, going to pat the fire out. It was out quickly. Sam looked at Al, then at his hands, which were completely unmarked, even though the fire had been pretty hot. He looked at Al again.

    “Oh boy!” they said simultaneously.

  • #2
    Part Two of Two

    August 19, 2006, 3.45pm

    There was no avoiding Lex. Sam went back out and sat down at the table with the bald billionaire, trying to keep his emotions under control. He had a lot of self-analysing to do to try and figure this kid out, but he would have to try and figure Lex out as well. Sound him out about how he felt about the kid.

    Sam wasn’t gay, but he wasn’t homophobic either. He realised he would have to tread carefully. He had been in a lot of awkward situations before, especially when he’d leapt into a woman. But leaping into a kid who was not only gay, but with special abilities was going to take a whole different approach.

    “Sorry about that Lex,” Sam said.

    “You just looked kind of upset. Is it about Lana? Look, what happened, I never meant for Lana to get involved in that. You have to believe me.”

    Sam looked at him. The bald man seemed to be sincere. He nodded.

    “I believe you, Lex.”

    Lex looked almost surprised, but he covered it up quickly.

    “Great. Clark, I really hope we can put the last year behind us and find some common ground. I think there is something about our friendship that we can salvage. I’m willing to try if you are.”

    Sam thought for a moment. He wondered if that was what Clark wanted. Al had returned to their time to try and sound the kid out about his feelings for Lex.

    “Just friends, Lex?” Sam asked.

    Lex’s expression was guarded.

    “Of course,” he said, with a little quirk of his mouth. “Why?”

    “Oh nothing.” Sam picked up the mug and sipped the coffee, trying not to grimace at the overly sweet taste. This kid obviously ate a lot of sugar. Although, at a guess, Sam would imagine that the kid needed a lot of energy if he could run from Kansas to New York in minutes.

    “What’s going on Clark? You’re acting stranger than normal.”

    Sam didn’t get a chance to answer. A girl came in, around the same age as Clark. She was brunette, pretty, very slender, with almond shaped brown eyes. She seemed startled to see the two of them together.

    “Lex. Clark. What are you two doing here?”

    Lex smirked at the girl. “Lana. We were just having a friendly discussion.”

    Lana looked as if she didn’t believe him. Sam regarded the girl with interest. Al had told him that Clark had mentioned the girl a few times. She’d been his girlfriend and now she was living with Lex. Judging from the looks exchanged between the billionaire and the girl, the relationship hadn’t evolved much beyond kissing. But the feelings were definitely one-sided. Lex didn’t look at her as if he was in love with her.

    Sam had the impression that this girl was needy. Like she latched on to the closest sympathetic body as long as they would listen to her troubles. She had obviously had to deal with something difficult in her life, but had never really put it behind her. And she would never do that as long as she had someone like Lex or Clark in her life. She was obviously used to men chasing her, and she used her problems to her advantage. It was selfish, he thought. Clark was well rid of her. He needed someone who was more his equal. Someone strong, obviously. And he guessed that person was Lex.

    Sam couldn’t do much until Al got back. He had to figure out a way to get these two boys together, but he had to know for sure what Clark really felt. It was patently obvious how Lex felt by the looks he kept giving Sam. But there were clearly some issues between them, and Sam was sure Clark’s abilities had something to do with it.

    June 27, 2001, 1959 hours.

    “Look, kid, it’s obvious you’re not from around here. So why don’t you tell me so we can figure out what to do next.”


    “What do you mean, I’m not from around here?” Clark said.

    Al shook his head and sighed. This kid was obviously used to lying, but there was no need to be obtuse.

    “Kid, Sam and I know about your abilities. The speed, the heat vision? Is there anything else we should know about?”

    “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Clark said stubbornly.

    Al groaned. Obstinate little, okay, not little, but you get the picture. He felt like beating his head against the table.

    “Kid, you want to get back to your own time, you gotta help us out. You mentioned something about Kryptonite.”

    Clark closed his eyes and Al knew what he was thinking. He was inwardly berating himself for letting that slip. But he still refused to tell Al what he needed to know.



    August 19, 2006, 5.30pm


    Sam sat in the Talon, still trying to figure out where he lived, when a blonde girl came in.

    “Clark? Hello, Earth to Clark?” She was waving a hand in front of his face and suddenly he could see bones. Okay, something else he’d learned about this kid.

    He broke out of the x-ray vision and looked up at her.

    “Oh, hi, um ...”

    She frowned at him. “What? Did you swallow kryptonite or something? You’re acting weird.”

    “Huh?”

    “Clark, wake up. What’s with you? Shouldn’t you be milking the cows by now?”

    “Cows, milking, I live on a farm.”

    “Yeah. You know, where your Mom will be waiting for you to finish your chores and ...”

    Sam frowned at her. “Sorry. I’ve been a little distracted.”

    “Yeah, no kidding. So what is it? Mooning over Lana again? Or is it Lex?”

    Sam balked. “Lex? Why would I be ...”

    “Oh come on, Clark. This is me, your best friend, remember? How long have we known each other?”

    “Um ...”

    “It’s been obvious to me for years and you’re the one with the x-ray vision. You’re in love with him.”

    In love, yeah. Okay. Wait. She knew about Clark’s powers? Good. That might help.

    Another brunette walked in and stopped by the table.

    “Oh hey Lois.”

    Lois stood there, arms folded over her chest. “Chloe, next time your boyfriend stays over, tell him to bring his own toothbrush.”

    Chloe winced. “Sorry about that Lois.”

    “Yeah sure.” She stalked off, still not happy. Chloe turned back to Sam.

    “So, where were we? Oh yeah, you mooning over Lex. Look, I know you guys aren’t friends anymore, so I think it’s about time you moved on. He obviously has.”

    “Chloe, I don’t think it’s that simple.”

    “Clark,” she sighed. “You lost Lana, and Lex. Forget about them. They’re welcome to each other.”

    Sam sighed. He realised he couldn’t just drill Chloe. Not without her getting suspicious that something was up. He chanced to glance up and saw Al.

    “I better go Chloe. The cows won’t wait.”

    “Yeah. Okay Clark.” She was still frowning at him like he’d suddenly developed tentacles or something.

    Sam left the Talon.

    “See if you can find an address on these Kents,” he said.

    Al grinned. “No problem. They live in Hickory Lane.” He showed Sam the handlink, giving Sam directions to the farm.

    “What did you get from Clark?”

    “Nothing. He’s still refusing to tell me about his powers.”

    “Yeah, well I found something else. He can see through things.”

    “Like how?”

    “X-ray vision.” Sam was suddenly giddy. “Al, this kid is amazing. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

    “Yeah, well I’ve been running some data through Ziggy and he says that a lot of weird stuff has been happening since 1989.”

    “What happened in 1989?”

    “The town was hit by the world’s biggest meteor shower. And ever since then the inhabitants have developed these strange abilities.”

    “Strange how?”

    “Like, telekinesis, shape-shifting.”

    “Sounds like a bad sci-fi novel.”

    “Yeah, well Ziggy managed to dig up some research done by scientists working for one Lionel Luthor, and they theorised that green meteor rocks were responsible for it. Like they were causing some kind of mutation.”

    “Is that what you think this kid is?”

    Al shrugged. “I don’t know, but Ziggy doesn’t seem to think so. He says it’s unusual for these meteor mutants, for want of a better term, to have more than one ability. And this kid’s got those in spades.”

    Sam sighed. “Yeah. And that still doesn’t solve why I’m here.”

    “Well, you leaped in to Lex’s mansion. Maybe it’s something to do with Lex.”

    Sam sent his friend a withering look. “It has everything to do with Lex.”

    “You have a theory?”

    “The kid’s in love with him. Even his friend Chloe says it. And I think it’s reciprocated.”

    “But this Lex is dating Lana, you know, Clark’s ex-girlfriend.”

    “I don’t think he’s as enamoured with her as he wants Clark to believe. We have to figure out how to get these two together.”

    “Can you handle this?”

    “As long as I don’t have to have sex with him,” Sam smiled wryly, “I think I’ll cope.”

    Al blanched as if the thought of having sex with a guy was unpalatable.

    “At last,” Sam smirked. “Something sexual he’s not into.”

    “Hey, I’m a happily married man,” Al said with a grin. Sam knew him too well. Just because he’d been married to Beth for over thirty years, it didn’t mean he still couldn’t think dirty thoughts.

    Sam shook his head, laughing. Then he sobered.

    “I think Clark’s abilities are the thing that’s getting in the way. Talk to him again.”

    “The kid’s stubborn.”

    “You mean to tell me you can’t talk the kid into telling you his life story? Losing your touch Al Calavicci?”

    “I haven’t met the guy yet I couldn’t persuade,” Al grinned. “Convinced you to let me on board this project, didn’t I?”

    “I must have been out of my mind,” Sam groaned. “You’ve got your orders Admiral.”

    Al sent him a mock salute and pressed a key on the handlink before opening the imaging chamber and disappearing through the white band of light.

    Sam made his way to the Kent Farm, relishing the smell of the farm which reminded him so much of home.

    “Clark?”

    A red-haired woman came out of the yellow farmhouse, holding a tea-towel in her hands. She had to be Clark’s mother. She was pretty, aged somewhere in her late forties.

    “You’re late. Hurry with your chores honey. Dinner’s almost ready.”

    “Okay, mom.”

    When Sam saw what was waiting for him, he wondered if he should try using the kid’s superspeed. He hadn’t learned to control it yet, but there was no way he’d get done in time for dinner. This was obviously a farm that relied on Clark’s abilities. He didn’t see any other farm hands around.

    The superspeed worked well, although it took some getting used to. Sam found himself grinning as he went in and washed up for dinner.

    “What’s so funny?” Clark’s mother asked. She was at the stove, finishing up.

    “Oh, just something Chloe told me,” he lied. He set the table. Mrs Kent turned and looked at him.

    “Honey, would you get the pot roast for me?”

    Sam looked quickly around for a pot holder and grabbed the tea-towel off the counter. Clark’s mother gave him an odd look, but said nothing. They sat down at the table to eat. Sam ate quickly, still trying to figure out what to do about Lex and Clark.

    “Clark, you just inhaled that,” the redhead told him, frowning.

    “Sorry mom,” he said. “Just hungry I guess.” Sam in fact had eaten probably three times what he would normally eat, but the woman didn’t seem to think that was unusual. This kid must eat a lot, he thought.

    “Well, don’t forget there’s pie in the oven,” she said.

    “Pie?” he looked up at her, smacking his lips. He could get used to this. He wondered if he could perhaps delay things on this leap a little, just so he could enjoy the home cooking.

    June 27, 2001, 2049 hours.


    Al rubbed his hand over his face. Ziggy was having a meltdown and he was getting nowhere with Clark. So much for being persuasive, he thought.

    “Why don’t you just tell Lex the truth?” he asked.

    “Because I don’t trust Lex. He’s done ...”

    “What exactly has he done?”

    Clark pressed his lips together. Al wanted to shake him, but he didn’t know what damage he’d do to Sam’s body. Two years ago, at least by their time, for one brief moment, Sam had returned to the project, but he’d leapt out again, only for his personality to be replaced by the next person in trouble. Al had never really believed Sam’s story that it wasn’t some unknown deity leaping him around in time, but Sam himself. If that was true, then why did Sam not want to come home? Donna, Sam’s wife, was heartbroken that Sam had gone again, even though she knew he was doing it for the greater good. Over the years, Sam had reunited families, saved others from premature deaths, saved souls. And according to him, he had saved Al’s marriage. Of course, Al didn’t remember that, so he only had Sam’s word for it.

    “He’s just ... look, you just have to understand. It’s complicated.”

    “How much more complicated can it be when you’re in love with the guy?”

    Clark stared at Al, eyes as wide as saucers.

    “How did you ... I mean, I’m not.”

    It was far too late for denial. And Clark knew it. “Look, it doesn’t matter anyway. Lex is with Lana now. It’s too late.”

    Al looked at him steadily. “No, it’s not. Sam can help you. He thinks your Lex feels the same way.”

    Clark looked hopeful. “He does?”

    Al nodded. “And kid, let me tell you something. When something feels that good, that powerful, you can’t let it go. Otherwise, you’ll go through the rest of your life wondering what if.”

    “I don’t get it. Why are you and this Sam trying to help me?”

    “Because that’s what he does kid. He’s sort of a time-travelling Lone Ranger.”

    Clark frowned, puzzled at the reference.

    “Oh, okay,” Al said. “I guess in your time it’s something different. Um, do you have, I don’t know, things like comics?”

    “Yeah. Lex is into this one called Warrior Angel.”

    “Well, think of Sam as Warrior Angel. Only he travels through time. Get it?”

    “Yeah. I get it.” Wow. This was either some weird dream he was having, or Jor-El was causing some kind of hallucination. But then again, maybe it wasn’t. He’d seen a lot of weird things since coming to Earth. Meteor freaks, witches. Time travel wasn’t that difficult to believe.

    August 20, 2006, 10.30am

    Sam figured there was no time like the present. Despite his thoughts last night about staying in this reality, he knew the sooner he got the job done, the sooner he could correct the timeline and be on to the next one. Leaping was lonely at times, but he did feel like he was doing good. And he knew Clark would want to return to his friends sooner rather than later.

    The research he’d managed to do on Lex Luthor showed that the billionaire was into some pretty dodgy things. Maybe losing his friendship with Clark had caused that. He’d certainly thrown himself into his work since early last year, when Sam believed the friendship had finally been severed. He gathered from what he’d read on Clark’s computer that things had been deteriorating since Clark had learned Lex had slept with a lot of women. It had obviously been some kind of ploy to get Clark’s attention, but it had backfired badly when Lex had been accused of murder.

    As he walked along the road toward the mansion, where he planned to have it out with Lex, he looked up happily to see Al.

    “You look deep in thought there, Sam.”

    “Just trying to figure where things went wrong for these two.”

    “Well, I think I might have got through to the kid. Now, we just have to get them together.”

    “Easier said than done. Lex is likely to be prickly.”

    He told Al about reading through Clark’s journal. Clark hadn’t revealed anything about his origins on it though he had said he was adopted. Nothing about his powers was mentioned at all, which was actually pretty smart thinking. God only knew how many ways there were to hack into a computer, and since Clark’s friend Chloe was an expert, Clark had figured she might hack into his journal as well.

    “Has he told you?”

    Al shook his head. “He’s a real stubborn kid. But I think I convinced him that telling Lex the truth about himself would probably help his case in the long run.”

    “Yeah.”

    They had reached the mansion. Sam took a deep breath and went in, finding his way to Lex’s office. Which was easy, since he’d mastered the x-ray vision, and he’d seen Lex’s skeleton.

    “Lex, we need to talk.”

    “Come to accuse me of something else, Clark?” he said, immediately on the defensive.

    “No. I’ve come to correct something. A huge mistake is about to be made and I can’t leave here until I fix things.”

    Lex frowned, obviously still trying to work out the reason for his former friend’s strange behaviour.

    “Clark, I really don’t have time for games.”

    “This isn’t a game Lex. You and Lana, it isn’t right.”

    “You lost her all by yourself, Clark. You can’t just come in here and tell me ...”

    “I love you,” Sam blurted, hoping his discomfort didn’t show on his face. Telling another man he loved him was definitely among the weirdest things he’d ever done on his leaps.

    Lex looked stunned. “What?”

    “You ... you heard,” Sam said. “And I think you feel the same way. You don’t care about Lana. Not like that anyway.”

    “You don’t know what I feel.”

    “I’ve seen the way you look at me,” Sam said softly, trying not to let the awkwardness show. Then again, that probably worked in Clark’s favour as Lex’s expression softened. “I’m not stupid. And I’m trying to tell you that I ... I love you.”

    “Sam, I think you did it. Ziggy says the odds are going up.”

    Lex stepped away from his desk, reaching for Sam.

    “Really, Clark? Because if this is some kind of joke, I ...” He seemed uncertain. And it struck Sam as odd that a man who appeared to be as powerful as Lex Luthor could be uncertain.

    “It’s no joke.”

    Sam closed his eyes as Lex’s lips closed on his. And suddenly there was nothing but empty space as he leaped out.

    August 20, 2006, 10.45am

    Clark felt the warmth of Lex’s lips on his and it was like all his Christmases had come at once. He embraced his friend. He was home. And he knew without a doubt that the mistake had been corrected. Finally, everything was as it should be.

    THE END

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    • #3
      OMG! I loved Quantum Leap when it was on TV and I don't think I ever missed an episode! That was great!! This story was perfect. There's not a thing I would change (except ...... maybe I would have put Clark with Chloe together, BUT everyone knows I'm a Chlark fan and I'm a little biased on that).

      Outstanding job Leanne!!

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      • #4
        *Claps* Brava, Leanne! This was really funny.

        Sam had the impression that this girl was needy. Like she latched on to the closest sympathetic body as long as they would listen to her troubles. She had obviously had to deal with something difficult in her life, but had never really put it behind her. And she would never do that as long as she had someone like Lex or Clark in her life. She was obviously used to men chasing her, and she used her problems to her advantage. It was selfish, he thought. Clark was well rid of her.

        GOLD! I love the way Sam completely sussed Lana out from a 20-second analysis!

        “Um, I’m going to go,” he said, feeling very uncomfortable with the way the bald man was looking at him. Almost as if he was lunch.

        Hee! :-D And the heat vision going off was priceless!

        Nicely done, babes. I loved it!

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        • #5
          Great fanfic!

          I love Quantum Leap, and it's great to see another person write a fanfic that combines two great shows. I have written one here a few years back.
          Forum for posting fan fiction that is primarily plot-driven and doesn't concentrate on any one particular romantic pairing or friendship. Also called "Episodal fic" because it's more like an episode. It can include mentions of different friendships o


          Great job!

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          • #6
            Originally posted by BabyDee
            *Claps* Brava, Leanne! This was really funny.

            GOLD! I love the way Sam completely sussed Lana out from a 20-second analysis!

            Hee! :-D And the heat vision going off was priceless!

            Nicely done, babes. I loved it!
            I agree with everything you said. Especially about Lana. And he figured her out right away. I loved that part.

            And the heat vision going off. It absolutely was priceless. I loved it too.

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            • #7
              Never seen Quantum leap but that didn't stop me from enjoying the story.

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              • #8
                Originally posted by FanofTom
                Never seen Quantum leap but that didn't stop me from enjoying the story.
                Quantum Leap was one of my favourite shows and I just couldn't resist doing a Smallvillian take on it. I'm glad you enjoyed the story even if you haven't seen the show.

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                • #9
                  Originally posted by phoenixnz
                  Quantum Leap was one of my favourite shows and I just couldn't resist doing a Smallvillian take on it. I'm glad you enjoyed the story even if you haven't seen the show.
                  Absolutely loved the show as a kid. Introduced it to my daughter this year through Hulu and Netflix binge watching. Wanted to bump this up so others will read it. Don't need to be a fan of the show to enjoy this one shot.

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                  • #10
                    Originally posted by tua33915
                    Absolutely loved the show as a kid. Introduced it to my daughter this year through Hulu and Netflix binge watching. Wanted to bump this up so others will read it. Don't need to be a fan of the show to enjoy this one shot.
                    I still love the show - the concept was so original.

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