#dynamic [al calavicci.]

[starringvincentprice]

made tshirts for al and sam quantum leap fans

[moonshadowed]

Sam’s sitting in a coffee shop in the middle of anywhere for what felt like the fiftieth time. He’s not sure exactly when or where he is, but it feels like somewhere and somewhen a little closer to home. If he closes his eyes and thinks real hard, he can almost pretend that it is, at least for a minute. 

That is, except for Al over his shoulder, leaning up against the counter in a bad leisure suit and looking bored. Very bored. 

He sighs, leaning his head on his hand, enjoying the rare moment of relaxation. He can’t think of the last time he just sat and watched people go by without having to put on the performance of his life or saving somebody else’s.

A pale form weaves between the tables, silver eyes lowered, hair falling around her shoulders. He straightens.

“Al?” Sam murmurs. “Al, there’s nobody else from the project here, is there? Just you and me?”

“What?” Al repeats, crossing his legs. “Of course not, Sam, you’ve cornered the market on crazy. Now shut up and eat.” 

He finds himself standing.

“Wha—Sam!” Al yelps, indignant. “Sam, get back here!”

“I gotta talk to her, Al. I’ve seen her before.” 

“Sam, we’ve talked about this. If you’re thinkin’ about hookin’ up with one ‘a your old girlfriends—“ 

“No, I mean, I’ve seen her leaping before.”

“Porca puttana, Sam,” Al moans, smacking his palm to his forehead before raking his hand down his face. 

He doesn’t stop to listen, instead following @fateprotected​ until she comes to a stop on one of the side streets. He looks at her, getting the sense, somehow, that she sees him. Really him, not whatever poor guy’s body he’s managed to hotwire this time. Though, he hasn’t looked in a mirror yet. Maybe he somehow managed to leap into himself.

“Who are you?” Sam asks, voice soft and eyes searching hers, one hand reaching out to touch her, but stopping in midair as if he’s afraid. Maybe he is, a little. “Why are you following me? How are you following me?”