Theorizing that one could time travel within his own lifetime, Doctor Sam Beckett stepped into the Quantum Leap accelerator and vanished... He woke to find himself trapped in the past, facing mirror images that were not his own, and driven by an unknown force to change history for the better. His only guide on this journey is Al, an observer from his own time, who appears in the form of a hologram that only Sam can see and hear. And so Doctor Beckett finds himself leaping from life to life, striving to put right what once went wrong, and hoping each time that his next leap will be the leap home…
Dr. Sam Beckett has been leaping for years now. He's been inserted in hundreds of lives. And there are times he likes to think that he's done some good. The main problem with leaping though, his memories are scrambled each time he is pulled from one life to another. He knows he's been leaping, but remembering the details is beyond him. This time he finds his eyes are closed, he's on a very comfortable bed. He feels the bed shift as though someone is getting off of it. For a moment, he keeps his eyes closed, relishing being comfortable for once.
"Lero, you need to take a shower and get ready, we have about an hour and a half before the herd meets with Twilight." A gravelly but feminine voice purrs. He opens his eyes and sees the door to the bedroom close. He takes a moment to assess his surroundings. A quick look tells him that it's a moderately upscale home. The woodwork is excellent, the furnishings are of obvious very high quality. He turns his head, damn, the bed is huge. With plenty of pillows. Then something grabs his attention, a feather, a long, purple feather. I don't hear any birds, but purple is an unusual color for a bird feather. He looks at the feather for a long time, then sets it back on the bed. A pretty big bed for a couple, he thinks as he stands up. Opening the first door he came to gets him access to what is apparently a master bathroom. He looks at the toilet, that is oddly shaped, he muses as he takes care of the typical morning business. A quick look around shows an absence of toilet paper, but he is relieved to find a bidet.
"How odd." He muses as he steps into the shower. In moments the hot water is washing over him. Ahh, plenty of water pressure, something to be relished. He closes his eyes for a long moment as the water pulsates into his muscles. He hears the door open, causing him to freeze.
"Hey, Fingers, Rainbow sent me to get you to hustle, we need to get moving." another feminine voice calls.
After several long seconds, "Lero, you okay?"
Sam thinks furiously for a moment, finally he calls out, "I'm fine, I'll be out in a minute."
He hears a rich chuckle from the other side of the shower curtain, "You sure you don't want me to hop in there with you? Make sure you are washing everywhere you are supposed to?"
Sam's eyes widen, what the hell? He's able to stammer, "Uh, no. I've got it." He reaches for the soap and starts washing, noticing the smell of the soap, wow. It's very nice, it smells like oatmeal. He relishes the shower for as long as he dares. Finally, he reluctantly shuts down the water, reaching out blindly he finds a thick towel and starts to dry off. Finally exiting the shower, he wipes off the mirror, time to see what he looks like.
A new face greets him, someone in his late twenties, with red hair and a neatly trimmed goatee. The hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and braided into the hair is a cyan feather, just like the one on the bed, except for the color. Sam shakes his head and looks at the various personal care products. In moments he finds a tooth brush and spies the familiar shape of a tube of tooth paste. He squeezes some onto the brush and inserts it into his mouth.
Then he immediately spits it out. Looking at the label. "Oats and mint? That's not a flavor combination I'm used to." He stares at the tooth paste for a long moment, then shrugs his shoulders, "When in Rome." He squirts a bit more of the paste onto the brush and brushes his teeth quickly, and then grabs a cup to wash out the very unusual flavor. Sam then takes a moment to look at the products. He picks up a bottle, "Mr. Mane's Mane and Tail leave in conditioner?" He picks up a second bottle, and then a third. Is everything here a horse pun?
"Oh man, you would not believe the trouble Ziggy has had finding you." A familiar voice calls out. Sam whirls around to see his companion, Al Calavicci, walking through the wall and stopping right next to Sam.
"Al, where the hell am I?"
Al starts tapping the comlink, after a few seconds he hits the side of it. And then he reads the display. "I'll have to get back to you on that. We didn't get much out of the guy you are switched with, other than his name. He passed out from the stress of the leap." He taps the comlink again, "One Bellerophon "Lero" Michaelides. That is such an odd name, so I looked it up. In Greek mythology, Bellerphon Michaelides rode Pegasus. Some guy had one hell of a sense of humor when naming his kid."
"Wait wait wait, Al, you are saying you have no clue where I am? Or when?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying, Sam." Al says apologetically, spreading his arms.
A knock at the door to the bathroom, "Hey Lero, you getting out soon?" It was the first voice this morning.
Sam freezes for a moment, "I'll be out in a minute."
They both hear a chuckle from the other side of the door, "Ya want me to help you dry off big guy?"
Sam checks to make sure the door is locked, it was. But how did the other woman get in? He shakes his head, "I'll be fine, I'll be out in a few minutes, let me get dressed."
Again, a chuckle from the other side of the door, "Oh, Lero, you and your nudity taboo."
Sam turns to Al, "You need to find out as much as you can about this Lero, get him awake, get him talking. If Ziggy can't find me, that means I'm somewhere out of the database. Which is impossible, because the database starts on the day of my birth up until the present. There have to be some clues for Ziggy to find. But, I have to ask, Al. If Ziggy couldn't find me, how are you here?"
Al looks at the comlink for a long while, "We were able to zoom in on your life signs, it was really weird, the signal is getting scrambled, but you are shining through. Maybe I should look around, get Gooshie to center me in various areas around here, get some idea of where we are."
Sam shakes his head as he finishes using the towel to dry off, "No, Just wake up this Lero and get him to tell us everything he knows, then we can track down what year this is, and exactly where this place is."
Al huffs and presses a button on the comlink, "Fine, I'll be back as soon as I can," He says as the door to the imaging chamber opens and he steps through. The bright light of the door disappears and Sam opens the door to the bedroom. Peeking his head out, he sees that the room is empty. He quickly dresses from the clothes in the dresser. A simple jeans and t-shirt setup. Sam walks to the door and opens it. Coming face to face with a four foot tall pony, cyan in color with a shocking rainbow hued mane. The pony rears back on her hind legs and puts her hooves on his shoulders, kissing him softly.
She pulls back, "Funny joke, big guy, but you need to get into the tux that Rarity made you." She lands back on all fours and trots to the closet, pulling out an outfit on a hangar and turning around with a smile, "This one, remember?"
Sam finally recovers from his shock, "Ohhh boy."