A Unique Point of View By: Christina Campbell Chapter 7 "Miss Thorton, what is wrong? That seemed like a happy ending." Strangely, the words that St. John had meant to be comforting made her start crying. She shook her head and closed her eyes. Knowing that this was beyond his ability to mend, St. John went in search of Verbena Beeks. "What can I do for you?" she asked as he walked into her office. "Miss Thorton is currently sitting on the Imaging Chamber floor, crying." Verbena blinked. "What happened? Was it something with the Leap?" St. John shrugged. "As far as I could tell, the Leap ended well. After it was over, I said something and she reacted as if she had expected me to be someone else." "Did she recognize you?" "I believe so, but I also think that it was my presence in the Imaging Chamber that brought on this storm of weeping." Verbena frowned. "That sounds rather serious. I'll go talk to her." "Thank you, Dr. Beeks." ----- Rachel sat up as Verbena came in. "He's gone, 'Bena." Verbena blinked. [Where did she get _that_ nickname. I've never gone by 'Bena!] "Who? Dr. Beckett?" Rachel shook her head. "Al." "Who is Al?" "Admiral Albert Calavicci, Project Administrator, Observer, and Sam's best friend." [And since when did she call Dr. Beckett 'Sam?'] "I hate to break it to you, but I've never heard of him. No, wait. He was a part of two or three Leaps, and I remember thinking it odd that we kept running in to him. Of course, he wasn't an Admiral on any of the Leaps." "He was here, 'Bena. Not more than five minutes ago. Would you do me a favor and ask Ziggy to run a check on him? I'd like to know where he ended up if it wasn't here." "Ziggy?" Rachel put her face into her hands. "I meant Alpha. Al named her Ziggy, long before Sam Leapt. Just go, 'Bena." "Why don't you come and run the check yourself?" Rachel shook her head vigorously. "I'm not leaving the IC." [IC? I've never heard her abbreviate that before, either.] "We'll talk about that when I get that information from Alpha." Rachel just nodded. "Could you also bring me a blanket to cry into and some tissues for my nose?" "Of course." ----- "Verbena, what's, like, wrong with Rachel?" "I've got the basics of it. She says that a man named Al Calavicci is supposed to be the Observer, and because of something Dr. Beckett did last Leap, Dr. Beckett never met him. Supposedly, they were best friends. St. John has come out of the Imaging Chamber and claimed that the things here were different than when he went in, but never anything this drastic." Tina thought for a second. "Wasn't Al Calavicci, like, a Leapee sometime last year?" "Yes he was, and not only that, but Alpha has identified him as the prisoner in Maggie Dawson's last photograph." "We've, you know, intersected this guy's life a lot." "Dr. Beeks?" Alpha's voice interrupted. "I believe that this last Leap also intersected his life. According to St. John's report, Dr. Beckett was talking to Beth Calavicci, and told her that her husband was still alive in Vietnam. She would have remarried before he got back, but now she waited for him. I have the information that Miss Thorton requested. Does she want a handlink or a printed version?" "Let's give her a handlink so she can ask you any further questions directly." ----- Note: No, I haven't forgotten M.I.A. Sam would never have met Beth on that Leap if Al hadn't been convinced that Sam was there to keep them together. ----- Rachel was sitting against the wall, appearing much calmer, when Verbena came in with the handlink, a blanket, and a box of tissues. Rachel took the handlink, punching buttons and assessing the information. "Dear God, 'Bena. They actually overlapped on the StarBright Project for _three months._" Verbena shook her head. "I know that Dr. Beckett never mentioned an Al Calavicci to me." Rachel put the handlink down and leaned her head back against the wall with her eyes closed. "They never met, 'Bena. They have been partners for the last five years, and friends since StarBright, and _they never met._" She seemed almost as angry as she was sad. "God, how could you do such a thing to them. Al shouldn't have to have only one of the two people that meant the most to him. Sam was only trying to say 'thank you' in the only way he really could." The tears had started again, but quieter this time. "How could you do this?" Verbena automatically sat down and put her arms around Rachel, holding her as she cried into the blanket. ----- Al blinked as he abruptly realized that he was in the kitchen of a house that he didn't recognize. [What happened? Did I Leap? Change places with Sam again?] "Al, honey? Is the soup ready yet?" He took in a sharp breath as he recognized the voice, and a second later the woman, who came through the kitchen door. He responded almost automatically. "Not yet. It'll only be another--" He looked down at the timer in his hands. "Two minutes." Beth leaned up and kissed him. "I'll get the girls, then." He nodded, and turned to trying to figure out which soup it was that he was preparing. [How I got here can wait until _after_ dinner.] ----- St. John picked up the phone in his office. "St. John." "May I speak to Rachel Thorton, please." St. John frowned. He'd never heard this voice before. "Sir, who are you and how did you get this number." "My name is Admiral Albert Calavicci, and I remembered this number from when it called my office. I couldn't remember Rachel's extension, so I dialed this one. May I please speak to her?" "Just a second." ----- The intercom in the IC activated. "Rachel, there's a phone call for you." She frowned. "Who is it?" "He says that he's Admiral Calavicci." She gaped for a minute. " 'Bena, could you..." Verbena smiled at her. "Sure. I'll be back in a little bit." "St. John, please put him through on the intercom." "Rachel?" The voice was familiar. "Al. And before you ask, I remember. How much can you remember?" "It's fading by the minute. I figured that I'd better call before the phone number slipped my mind entirely. What's going on down there?" She smiled at the ceiling. "Al, I'm dealing with Edward St. John the Fifth and a computer named Alpha." "That makes sense. The project as it would be without me. But why am I _not_ there?" "That was my first question, too. Ziggy--Alpha--turned up that you and Sam didn't meet while the two of you were at StarBright. Your first meeting involved you being very drunk, and in this time-line, you never had a drinking problem." "A simple chance meeting that never happened." "Exactly. How much of the new time-line do you remember?" "Not enough. Ziggy got anything?" Rachel moved to the handlink and started pushing buttons. "Well, you have four daughters..." ----- That night, Verbena and St. John tried to talk Rachel into going to bed. "No. The only way that you will get me out of this IC is to sedate me." Verbena blinked. "You know I won't do that." "Thank you." St. John looked curious. "Miss Thorton, why do wish to stay?" "I have to keep the memories. When Sam Leaps back in, he'll need someone who remembers Al. 'Joy shared is doubled, and sorrow shared is halved.' We can share our sorrow at Al's loss, and our joy that he has happiness." "And if he also does not remember Al?" "He'll remember Al. This kind of thing has happened before. That's how I remember you. Al was a Leapee once, back when he was an ensign. Do you remember that?" "Yes. Go on." "In the middle of the Leap the chances of Al getting killed went up to 100%. Immediately following that, Sam didn't recognize you." St. John looked at her, astonished. "That's right, but how did you know?" "If I haven't told you yet, I'm not going to tell you now. The point is that from Sam's point of view, Al had been reading off percentages '98, 99' and then he heard you say '100.' But he still remembered Al, not you. I also think that his chances of remembering are good because _Al_ still remembers." St. John still looked doubtful, so Rachel gave up. "Look, I'll bet you the right to Observe next Leap that the first two things out of his mouth when he's free to talk to you are 'Who are you?' and 'Where is Al?', not necessarily in that order." She seemed to consider as St. John simply raised an eyebrow. "That way, if he doesn't remember my way, I'll not be getting between the partnership that _you_ have formed with him. If he _does_ remember my way, he needs someone who understands the loss to be with him for the Leap." St. John considered this for a second. "It is fair, both to us and to him. I'll take your bet, and I'll see that you get something to sleep on and something to read." She smiled, the first real one they had seen since Dr. Beckett had last Leaped out. "Thank you. That would be very kind." Verbena still looked concerned. "Rachel, you can't live in here for the rest of your life!" Rachel nodded. "I'll go back to my room after the next Leap, or at the start of the next Leap if he doesn't remember Al. The only reason I don't want to leave is because I don't want to forget and leave Sam with no idea of what happened to Al." Verbena looked at her sternly. "I'll hold you to that." "I expect you to." ----- Sam looked around as the blue light of the Leap faded. [Surroundings: a study/library--one door. Apparel: a man's (thank God!). People: none in the immediate vicinity.] For once, he wasn't in a hectic or embarrassing position at the start of a Leap. Then a young girl ran in, yelling "Daddy, Daddy! Lisa stole my hair brush!" She stopped. "Who are you?" An older girl, probably eight or so, followed her in. "That's Daddy, silly! And I didn't steal your hairbrush. You lost it." Sam rolled his eyes. "Oh, boy! Lisa, if you did steal the hairbrush, then give it back." He kept going over the top of her protest of innocence. "If you didn't, then help your sister find it again." He knelt down and looked the younger girl in the eye. "And I'd like to talk to you for a second." He glanced at Lisa. "Alone." Lisa's brows creased, but she flounced out of the room. The younger girl looked at him worriedly. "Hi, I'm Sam, and I'm an angel. I'm taking your Daddy's place for a little while. Your Daddy is in a safe place, not heaven, but safe. I need to be here to change something that's going to go wrong. Everyone else thinks I look like your Daddy, so I'm going to have to ask you to keep my secret." "How do I know you're telling the truth?" A voice spoke up behind him. "Samuel, we need to talk." Sam stood up and spun around, staring at the strange man. [Where's Al?] "Not now. Right now I need your help to convince this little girl that I'm an angel and that her Daddy's safe." The man looked down at the little girl. "Hello, April. I'm Edward St. John. I help Samuel to fix things. He can't prove to you that he's an angel because he can't to do things that your Daddy couldn't do. I, however, can. Here, try to take my hand." 'Edward' stretched out his hand to the little girl. She tried to grab it, and, of course, couldn't. Her eyes went wide. 'Edward' smiled at the girl gently. "Only Samuel and you can see me at all." "Why can I see you?" The little girl--April?--looked a little awed. Sam stepped in. "Because you're a special little girl. Can you keep our secret, and call me Daddy where other people can hear?" She nodded and Sam smiled. "Now, why don't you go help your sister find your hairbrush." April smiled at him and left the room. Sam carefully closed the door and spun to face Edward. "Who are you, and where is Al?" A short laugh came from the other side of the living room wall, and a vaguely familiar woman stepped through it. "Told you." 'Edward' got a rueful smile on his face, and gave her the handlink. He nodded cordially to Sam, then left as she opened the IC door for him. Sam turned to her with one raised eyebrow. "That was Edward St. John the V, and I'm Rachel Thorton. I've Observed before, though I'd be surprised if you remember it. Al...is a long story. Do you want that or your current situation first?" "A short summary will do, then I'd like to know what happened to Al." She consulted the handlink. "OK. You are John Faring, it is Friday, August 5, 1966, and you're in Virginia. You have two daughters, Lisa and April. Your wife passed away two years ago, and you've been struggling to raise them on your own." Sam nodded. "And Al?" She closed her eyes. "What do you remember of your last Leap?" Sam's forehead creased as he tried to remember. Then it hit him. "Beth!" Rachel nodded. "Beth. She and Al are living in San Diego." "San Diego!?" Her voice got rough, and Sam suddenly realized just how hard this was for her. "San Diego," she confirmed. "As in, not at the Project. In this time-line, Al is not, and never was, a part of Project Quantum Leap. I'm the only one that remembers him, and only because I was in the IC when you Leaped out." A tear rolled down her cheek. "Oh, God. I thought that I was done crying about this." There were tears in Sam's eyes, too. "Is he happy?" She smiled, sadly. "Yeah. He's been married to Beth for the last 39 years, and has four daughters. Near as I can figure, their birth dates coincide with his marriages in the other time-line." That brought a small--very small--chuckle to Sam's lips. "Figures. What exactly changed that stopped him from being at the Project?" Rachel looked down and bit her lip. "Do you remember your first meeting in the original time-line?" Sam struggled to pull it out of the holes in his mind. "The vending machine and the hammer?" She nodded. "He was at Star Bright with you for three months, but he had a wife and..." she checked the handlink. "...three kids at the time. He never developed the drinking habit, so he wasn't banging on a vending machine while four-fifths drunk." She gathered herself. "Sam, you never met him." Rachel struggled to say it levelly. Sam's eyes suddenly filled with horror, and he sat down abruptly on John's couch. "Never...met him?" He tried to imagine five years of Leaping without Al...and couldn't. Rachel rubbed her eyes, then reached out. A chair abruptly came into Sam's view as she pulled it over to her and sat on it wearily. "Yeah. I've been going over and over that for the last three days--that's how long you were in transit--and I still haven't quite grasped it. The truly horrid thing is that you probably did meet him sometime in those three months, but not in a way that left an impression on either of you." She put her hand over her eyes and sighed. Sam and Rachel grieved together in silence for a time, then there was a knock on the door. Sam abruptly pulled himself together and into the roll of 'Daddy' and called "Come in!" Rachel stood up, still looking sad, but ready to Observe. The door opened and Lisa walked in. "How do I look, Daddy?" Sam cast a quick glance at Rachel then looked Lisa over. Rachel consulted the handlink. "Um, she's going shopping with a friend of hers, Julie Slater. The friend's mother is chaperoning. They should be here to pick her up in about ten minutes." "You look great." Lisa smiled at him and left. April came in as Lisa was leaving, and looked at Rachel questioningly. Rachel cast a quick glance at Sam, then approached the girl. "Edward got called to do another job, so I'm going to be helping Sam instead of him. My name is Rachel." "Hello, Rachel. Can I touch _you_?" Rachel shook her head. "No. I'm not really here." Then Rachel grinned mischievously at April. "Watch this." Rachel walked straight through the wall next to the door, then back into the room from the hall. April's jaw dropped. "That's really neat!" "Isn't it though?" Rachel's smile was matched by the girl's. ----- "So, why am I here?" Rachel punched at the handlink. "Ummm... Lisa dies this Sunday. She is going across the street to a friend's house, and gets hit by a car." Rachel grimaced. "Ziggy--Alpha--_Ziggy_ gives it a 95% chance that that's what you're here to stop." Sam glanced at her. "Alpha?" Rachel looked up at him. "Al named her Ziggy," she reminded him. Sam closed his eyes. "I'd forgotten." All of a sudden, Rachel lost her temper. "It's just not fair! It's not fair that Al could have only one of the two of you: his best friend or his true love." Sam shot her a puzzled look. Even in loss, his brain wouldn't stop. "I know why I'm upset, but this seems to be hitting _you_ rather hard." She stared at Sam, but she didn't calm down. "Sam, I _like_ him. He's outrageous and unrestrained and has this quirky sense of humor that lightens up the whole project. I respect him, and you, and know a lot about what your relationship is like. I _understood_ him, in a way that few do. I can weather his sudden temper without becoming scared of him. And, no, I'm not, and never have been, in love with him. He belongs with Beth." "That was a bit more information than I expected, but thank you." She inclined her head in a jerky motion. "My pleasure." ----- Two days later, Sam glanced at Rachel as he held Lisa back from running out into the street. A car passed by where she would have been. He let her go then, oblivious to her indignant glare. She ran off across the street to a friend's house. Rachel smiled at him. "That's it Sam. She grows up now, goes to college, and--get this--actually works at Star Bright for a while. She is currently married with two children." "Why haven't I Leaped?" Rachel thought for a second. "April?" Sam smiled. "Of course." They went back in the house, finding April in her room. "Hi, Sam!" "Hi, April. Rachel and I wanted to say good-bye." "You're leaving?" "Yes. It's time for us to move on to the next job. Someone else needs our help now. I wanted you to know that your Daddy won't know what happened during the last few days and to ask you not to tell him that I took his place." "Why not?" "Angels try to work in secret. Too many people don't believe in us." "OK, Sam. I won't tell." "Good girl." He stood back up and looked at Rachel. She inclined her head slightly and then said, "I'll see you on the other side, Observer or not." He nodded, and Leaped. ----- Rachel sighed as she left the IC for the first time in a week. She tossed the handlink to Tina and went down to the cafeteria without saying a word. Tina watched her leave, then called Verbena. The object of Tina's concern stared at her food. She wasn't really eating, just playing with it. She half-heartedly stabbed a carrot slice. "Rachel?" It was an unfamiliar female voice. "Is something wrong?" Rachel quirked an eyebrow and looked up at the woman, then froze. A man was standing behind the woman with an expression of concern on his face. Rachel dropped her fork, and only the man's quick action stopped it from falling to the floor. "Al!?" ***************** Feedback requested! What do you think of my story? Christina C. christina.l.campbell@vanderbilt.edu