Title: Interference Patterns
Author's LJ/DWJ: none known
Categories: Crossover
Warnings: none
Author's Webpage/Fic list:  BT's Fanfiction
Why this should be read:

This is one of the best (if not the best) Quantum Leap crossovers out there.  It's a good story where everyone is in character, there's a reason for the leap, and it's perfectly paced to keep you intrigued.  I love the use of detail from both shows to meld the two universes together.  And the dueling security clearances are perfectly handled.


Blue light shot through him, catapulted him into a new world, and dissipated outward. For an instant he was a mote of awareness with no name, no identity, no purpose, until light and being released him into a new life.

He found his balance and opened his eyes, but the light hadn't dissipated. It floated in a gleaming circle in front of him: meters and meters of rippling light, trapped but not tamed. He gaped, and whispered, "Oh, boy."

There were people around him. They expected him to do something.

He didn't know what.

Two of the people were walking up a ramp toward the circle of dangerous blue light as if it were a morning stroll. One of them looked back, directly at him. "Coming, Danny? We don't have all day!"

*My name is Danny. I hope.* That could answer some important questions right away, but not all of them.

A large, solid figure beside him said, "I will follow you."

"Uh, okay." It was the best opening cue Sam had had in a long time. He walked up the ramp and stared at the beckoning circle. Light. Blue light. His tattered memory belatedly recognized a concept: *blue-shifted* light. How? Was he moving? Was it? Was he supposed to step into it?

The two people ahead of him had done it. They were wearing backpacks and so was he. They'd gone into the light, but they expected to do something on the other side. He was here for a reason. He was always wherever he was for a reason. All right...

The light beckoned and swallowed him up and spat him out on stone steps leading down to a patchily grown-over clearing that was deserted except for the two people and some nondescript vegetation. Sam Beckett landed hard, bumped down three hard stages, and lay dazed.

Eventually he noticed a concerned presence hovering over him. "Daniel?" said a female voice. He squinted up at a blurry figure until careful fingers pushed something onto his face that hooked over his ears. "It's a good thing you didn't break these."

He gaped up through the glasses at a remarkably pretty face and pixie-cut blond hair. "Thanks." What else was there to say?

Interference Patterns