Title: A Leap Through Time
Fandoms: Doctor Who / Quantum Leap
Paring: Prior to ‘Rose’ / After ‘Mirror Image’
Spoilers: Sam’s alone, The Time War
Sam had listened to unfamiliar words, such as ‘Daleks’, ‘Gallifrey’, and ‘Time Lords’, but he about came out of his skin when he heard the phrase ‘Time War’.
“If what you’re telling me is true, Doctor, how is it that you are here?”
The President had a valid point, and the Doctor knew it. “I’m brilliant and creative,” it was an honest, yet nowhere near a humble response, “Not to mention all the cross patching that I did to the TARDIS,” he thought to himself.
The President, a man with a stark look, and raven hair that was a counterpoint to his golden headwear, was nonplussed, “Be that as it may, Doctor, your reputation gives you a less than stellar level of believability.”
The Doctor leaned over and whispered something into the President’s ear. It took less than two seconds to say, but it got the effect that was needed. The President’s eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.
Mouth agape, the President asked, “Which regeneration are you?”
The Doctor began counting on his fingers. “Ninth,” he said after a minute of second guessing himself.
Again, the President’s face registered shock, “Ninth? That would put you approximately…” he trailed off as he did some calculations in his head.
“Roughly five hundred years ahead of you,” the Doctor finished his statement for him, “give or take a century.”
“I will address this matter immediately.” The President then looked to Sam, who was still nursing his glass of water, “I see you still have yet to warn your assistants about proper decorum.”
Shaken out of his reverie, Sam looked up, “Assistant?”
Everyone bowed as the President left the Great Hall.
The Doctor smiled, “This is fantastic! They’ll take care of everything!”
Sam stood up with the help of the woman who had knocked him over, “We need to talk, Doctor.”
“Yes, of course! We can talk about anything you like now.” He was giddy, almost jubilant.
The woman spoke up, “Doctor, you haven’t introduced your friend.”
The Doctor looked at her and did a double take, “Romana! How did you get out of E-Space?”
The Doctor blanched, “Oh right, never mind.”
He put a hand on each of their shoulders, “Romanadvoratrelundar, meet Doctor Samuel Beckett, of Earth.”
Romana looked at Sam, “Pleased to meet you, Samuel. Please forgive me…” she paused as something occurred to her, “Doctor, is this…”
“Doctor Beckett, it is an honor to meet you. I am so terribly sorry for before.”
Sam shook her outstretched hand, “It’s all right. My being here wasn’t exactly planned.”
“I’m sorry Romana, but Sam and I have to talk. Would you excuse us?”
“Yes, of course.”
The Doctor led Sam through the throng of the Great Hall. “Well, what do you think of my home planet?”
“The fashion sense is a bit weird, but it’s ok I guess.”
The Doctor grinned wide, “Yeah, it’s one of the things I rather miss.”
“Are we really on another planet? This isn’t earth in some far flung future, is it?”
“Yes, this is Gallifrey, home of the Time Lords – and most definitely not Earth.” The Doctor was still smiling, and he was thoroughly pleased with himself. “I didn’t think I would see it again.”
Something nagged at Sam’s gut. He couldn’t place it, but something was still wrong. It was almost as if there was something forgotten, and it was important. They had reached the TARDIS. The Doctor unlocked the door and ushered Sam inside.
“You do realize that if you change your own past, that you will change with it, right?”
“What of it?” The Doctor knelt under the console and started fiddling with some wires, “I honestly hope that happens. You have no idea what I’ve lived through.”
“Something’s wrong. I can feel it.”
“We passed through a barrier that is supposed to be unbreachable.” The Doctor explained, “When the Time War ended, everyone lost… everywhen.”
“Everywhen?” Sam looked at him, “Do you mean that the war ended with both sides unmade?”
The Doctor looked up. His face had fallen again, and he had a haunted look, “Yes.”
Sam sighed and looked away, “I’m just going to throw my doctorate out the window. There’s nothing that I’ve learned, neither from college or my leaping, that has even begun to approach what our being here means.”
“The fact that you were able to follow me at all is what troubles me.” There was a sparking fizzle from what he was working on, “Time and space is one thing, but you followed me to a place that technically doesn’t exist anymore.”
Sam looked at his hands and rubbed them together, “I can’t explain it. All I know is that I met myself on the way. He… or rather I, taught me how to follow you without killing myself.”
The Doctor stopped what he was doing and stood up. “You met yourself?”
“Yes. Why, is that a problem?”
“No, I just didn’t think that you were … oh never mind, it’s not important.” He ducked back under the console again.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m trying to reactivate the shields to the central column.”
“I thought I’d be nice and try to give you a lift back home.” He grinned, “No sense in you having to go through that again.”
“While I appreciate that, we still need to talk.”
“Well, we have all the time in the world now, so talk your heart out,” the Doctor said, without looking up.
Sam tried to think of something to say that would ease into the conversation. But, with everything that happened so far, the direct approach seemed best. “You need to forgive yourself.”
“What for? I’ve already seen to it that I wont have to do it.”
“Then why are we still here?”
“Because I can’t get this bloody thing to work.”
He sighed, “Doctor… if you were successful, then everything would have changed already. We wouldn’t even know each other.”
This made the Doctor pause. He just stared at the mess of wiring with a stunned look on his face. He stood up and was about to say something when the console beeped. He flipped a switch and turned the screen so he could look into it.
The face of the President appeared, “Doctor, you will be happy to know that we have confirmed your theory and have already begun fixing the problem.”
The Doctor’s brow furrowed, “What are you going to do?”
“We’ve already done it. We have sent a Time Lord to Skaro just before the Dalek’s came to power, with orders to either prevent their coming into being, find some inherent weakness that can be used, or…”
The Doctor closed his eyes into a wince, “…or affect their development so that they evolve into a less aggressive species,” he finished for him.
The President looked confused, “Well, yes.”
“Thank you,” the Doctor switched the channel off.
Sam looked at him, “What is it?”
“Oh nothin. I just fulfilled a time loop paradox, is all. The Time Lord they sent was me.”