Title: Ghost Leap

Author: Mary

Rating: PG

Summary : GAMM/Quantum Leap Crossover

Captain Gregg and Carolyn Muir are having a few problems. Can Sam Beckett and Albert Calivicci save the Day? Oh Boy!

Disclaimer: The characters from 'The Ghost and Mrs. Muir ' belong to 20th Century Fox and David Gerber productions. Sam Beckett, Albert Calavicci and the other Quantum Leap characters belong to Universal Television and Donald Bellisario. I accept that. I like to think of them as 'mine,' but I know they aren't – I'm only 'borrowing' them for the purpose of telling this story. No infringement is intended, no profit made, and they will be returned unharmed from whence they came.

"All other characters, plots, storylines and development of GAMM characters belong to the author and may not be used or changed without express written permission.

No infringement is suggested or intended by the mention of any song titles, movie titles, musical groups, brand names, or real-life actors' names or public figures in this story, and my thanks to the lyrical talents of Charlap and Leigh for "I Won't Grow Up."

I would like to give my heartfelt thanks to Kathy for being my editor on this project. For letting me bounce ideas off her ten times a day, for not getting impatient with me, and for telling me it was a story worth pursuing. I don't think I would have finished this fan-fic without her encouragement. Thank-you again, Kathy!

One paragraph of explanation, for continuity and time-lines sake. This story starts toward the end of the last TV season of Quantum Leap, but before the last televised QL episode, 'Mirror Image,' and in Ghost and Mrs. Muir time, March 13, 1970, the night the GAMM TV window was closed.

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Theorizing that one could time-travel within his own lifetime, Dr. Sam Beckett stepped into the Quantum Leap accelerator . . . and vanished. He awoke 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, Dr. 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.

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Ghost Leap

Prologue

Dr. Sam Beckett was floating in a void . . . somewhere in a field of blue light . . . Without sensation and feeling . . . with no weight, no smell, no taste . . . an existence without body . . . without an anchor. Then he hit solid ground again. He had materialized on the balcony of a house facing the sea. There was a sailing ship's wheel mounted over at one end, and a beautiful blonde woman was looking at him with love in her eyes.

"Thank-you again for everything you did tonight, Captain." She smiled at him and continued. "Suggesting the renewal of vows service, my pearls . . . everything was so beautiful! I can't imagine a better anniversary dinner." She gave him a loving look.

Wedding service? Pearls? "Uhh . . . your-welcome." He stared at her. So we're married? he thought.

She walked through the French doors into the master bedroom. He followed her — past the telescope and binnacle by the window, and he looked around at the distinctly masculine room with strategically placed feminine touches here and there and noted the manual typewriter on the desk and stacks of papers surrounding it.

"Well, goodnight again, Captain Gregg . . ."

"Uhh . . . okay . . ." He looked at the bed.

"Well? Aren't you going now?"

"To . . . where?" He looked at the bed again.

"To the widow's-walk maybe?"

"Widow's-walk?"

"You know — " she said, pointing upwards, "Up there? On the roof?"

"Uhh . . . yeah . . . " His voice trailed off as he tried to think of what to say next.

"You are behaving very strangely all of a sudden, Captain Gregg." She gave him a quizzical look. "You're normally on night-watch by now . . ."

"Night-watch?"

"Yes. Night-watch. What you've done every night possible — in the two years that I've known you anyway!"

"Well," he replied, looking at the bed again and then at the woman. "I suppose I should get some sleep first — "

"Sleep!? What's all this about sleep? Ghosts don't sleep!"

"Oh Boy . . .