A Quantum Leap fanfiction, A Leap In Anger, by Rob Morris, Rob4654@webtv.net, featuring characters created by Belasarius Productions and Marvel Comics Part 5- Interview with the Interviewer Part5-1 About 7 hours before Sam Beckett became calm enough to change back from his transformation into the Hulk, and about 9 hours before he would marvel at the sight of his "leapee" using Al's handlink to guide him through a minefield of an interview, the leapee, David Banner, was recovering from-well, everything. As always, the Hulk managed to come between him and happiness. The creature's presence in David's body drew Sam away from helping avert his 1st wife's death. Sam was in agony, the agony of one who did not know how to handle the changes-hell, David himself didn't know to handle them, after better than a decade. Causing Sam pain meant distance between him and his newfound friends at the project. He had actually yelled at a supreme technological marvel he never thought to see realized, and alienated that new friend as well. He was fated, apparently, to destroy the project. Ziggy's probability scans said so, a situation nearly impossible to avoid. A statistical certainty was, by definition, a statistical impossiblity. But if it were possible, Ziggy could calculate it and the Hulk would accomplish it. Wrecking everything was the creature's forte'-it was something he got from David. In the midst of this maudlin thought, David almost felt Al approach. He then remembered fate's final blow: Determined reporter Jack McGee now knew, once and for all, that he was the Hulk. Sam hadn't meant anything; He just didn't know the rules: Stay off the desert roads, with its crazy drivers; If you sense the change, run-no witnesses; Above all else, convince Mcgee he was mistaken-the desert, a lookalike, whatever was neccesary to send him chasing Sasquatch in another city. But, David added, speaking aloud for the first time in 12 hours, "I was tired of running, anyway". When he returned, his life would be a disaster. Media attention, possible imprisonment-possible---dissection. But the running stopped-just like for Kimble. Only he had a new love, the true murderer punished, and his good name. David would have none of that. But at least people would be calling him by his real name. David B. would stand for David Banner, and nothing else. He saw a nervous Al standing right in front of him, "Doctor Banner, are you all right?" Al knew he wasn't, and felt somewhat responsible for it. David, though, was feeling somewhat better, and he did not blame Al or Sam-or even the Hulk. He knew it would all catch up to him eventually. "My life, Al" he began; "I compared it to a burning building. But now the fire's out and nothing is left to burn. In a way I'm glad, though. After being here, with all you good people, I doubt I could have gone back to it without cracking." Al held a digital notepad, shaking it back and forth, then finally deciding he had better speak on it. "David, about that not cracking and having nothing left to burn, I think you had better prepare yourself. This is good news, but it isn't pretty." The look on Al's face should have prepared him, but in fact, nothing could have. Beyond yelling, beyond anger, beyond outrage, David's face muscles shifted a thousand times in a minute. He felt the Hulk stirring within him, but it was almost as though the creature merely wanted to peer over his shoulder at the unbelievable findings the notepad showed. As though, it, too, wanted to stop running, and go away forever. Used properly, they both knew, the information contained in this report might do just that. "It wasn't me, Al! These years, I thought somehow I did it! But the fire wasn't my fault! Wasn't the Hulk's! Not even the strain on the equipment from the experiments". Al had to hold David up, for he was close to sobbing. The scientist straightened up, looked straight at Al, and said "You have to let me talk to Sam! I have to let him know how to turn the tables on Mcgee!" Al took out his handlink, and pressed it into David's hands. " Sam wanted this, anyway. You already possess enough of Sam's neurons and mesons, etc., to talk with him from the projection chamber. Just be careful, okay? I wouldn't want to lose two good people if your proximity should trigger..weeeell..anything." David appreciated the compliment. "It won't, Al, and thanks." David was delighted to learn that he had not lost his friends at the project. He even apologized to Verbeena for ignoring her invitation to dinner while in his funk. He made sure she knew it was his own history that made him gun-shy, and she tried to understand and came very close to doing so. In the end, though, David's dillema remained his own. One last stop, to make sure of another friend's motives. "Ziggy, you are aware of what I will do with this information, aren't you?" "I am fully aware, David. I am not above making this individual suffer, no matter how things have changed". David stood back. "That's not all, I hope." "It is hardly all, David. Your burning building is gone. This information will enable you to move to a new house, meet a better class of people, get in touch with your family again." Ziggy's lights blinked, " Because of you, I will never approach an equation the same way again. You are my friend, David. And I am, to the best of my ability, my passionate friend, giving you your life back". "I'll make good use of it, I swear" "I know this," Ziggy said as David left, then quietly, "So do I rescue two friends...Goodbye, David".