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Star Wars / Quantum Leap (PG-13)
Title: The Chosen One by Sohna
Pairing: Gen; Anakin/Padmé
Length: 33,000 words
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Websites: Sohna's FFN Profile; KingdomsPress
Why this must be read:
Star Wars crossovers are few and far between, and good ones are even rarer. This one is particularly well-written. Sam Beckett, against all possibility, leaps into the body of Anakin Skywalker shortly after the start of Revenge of the Sith. He is bewildered as to how he apparently leaped far into the future, or as Al tells him, far into the past. He also does not know about the Force, and is completely lost.
Anakin, needless to say, does not react well to being taken from his life, especially just after he has a nightmare of his pregnant wife dying in childbirth. Eventually Al convinces him to assist Sam in his mission, and things begin to get really interesting.
What follows is a well-told tale of how Sam attempts to stop Anakin's fall to the Dark Side. The characterizations are all excellent, and the writing is top notch. Many feel that the fic ends somewhat abruptly, but it does finish the story. The alert reader can easily fill in the details left untold.
I also recommend all of Sohna's other SW fics. All are likewise excellent.
* * *
"Ziggy's developed an over-active imagination."
"What does that mean? I'm in the future; I know that. How far? Where?"
"Well, that’s just it," said Al.
"What?"
"According to Ziggy, you’re not in the future at all - you’re in the past."
"I can't be in the past," Sam declared, waving his prosthetic hand meaningfully in front of him.
"Did that thing come with a full line of attachments?" his friend quipped, putting the cigar between his teeth and then removing it. "Ziggy says you're several million years in the past."
"Several MILLION?"
"You heard it."
"That's ridiculous!"
"Well."
Sam thought a moment, his mind racing. The project hadn't been designed to take him outside the boundaries of his own lifetime, but it had done so spectacularly at least once before, regardless. Still, a link had been found to account for it, but the distance in time had been measured in thousands, not millions of years. If Ziggy was right, it would mean that civilization had existed far longer than was believed -- but it would also mean that no link of the kind they'd previously found could possibly exist. He looked up.
"Where am I, Al?" he asked. "According to Ziggy?"
"You don’t want to know."
"Al."
"In another galaxy." Al looked down at some notes he held in his hand and read the Messier number.
Could it be true, Sam wondered? His mind tried to correlate the time elapsed with the distance in light years, seeing if that would somehow work out - but it didn't. And, he thought, even if it had, it would only have worked one-way. But he realized it didn't matter; not in any practical sense of solving the problem he'd been brought here to solve.
"Ziggy wouldn't be able to help anyway," he told Sam. "Either for a past that long ago and far away or for the future. There's no way to get to any records for either."
"True," his friend admitted.
"You're going to have to ask him," Sam said.
"Him?" Al asked, then realized who Sam meant. "HIM him?" He scowled. "That would be a very bad idea."
"Why?" Sam asked, not liking Al's tone. Considering Anakin's condition when he'd been plopped into his body, he suspected the other man had been hysterical right after the jump, but surely he should have settled down some by now. And an explanation of what was going on (along with a request for help) should calm him too. But Al should know that. "It's not like he isn't accustomed to being around high-tech equipment," Sam added, flourishing the arm again.
"Seeing that thing takes one black mark off my weirdometer," Al told him. "But it doesn't keep the needle from being pegged. We're damned lucky he was missing that arm, or there might not have been anything left of us here."
"What are you talking about?"
"He's some kind of psychic," Al informed him. "Like a poltergeist. He throws things around with his mind; no one could get near him. He’s fast, too, like he knows what's coming before it happens. If he hadn't stopped to stare at his hand -- the one he's not supposed to have -- we might have completely lost control of the situation. He tore up the room pretty thoroughly -- we finally had to use the tranquilizing gas we installed last year. Trust me, it'll be better if he sleeps through the whole thing."
The Chosen One
Pairing: Gen; Anakin/Padmé
Length: 33,000 words
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Websites: Sohna's FFN Profile; KingdomsPress
Why this must be read:
Star Wars crossovers are few and far between, and good ones are even rarer. This one is particularly well-written. Sam Beckett, against all possibility, leaps into the body of Anakin Skywalker shortly after the start of Revenge of the Sith. He is bewildered as to how he apparently leaped far into the future, or as Al tells him, far into the past. He also does not know about the Force, and is completely lost.
Anakin, needless to say, does not react well to being taken from his life, especially just after he has a nightmare of his pregnant wife dying in childbirth. Eventually Al convinces him to assist Sam in his mission, and things begin to get really interesting.
What follows is a well-told tale of how Sam attempts to stop Anakin's fall to the Dark Side. The characterizations are all excellent, and the writing is top notch. Many feel that the fic ends somewhat abruptly, but it does finish the story. The alert reader can easily fill in the details left untold.
I also recommend all of Sohna's other SW fics. All are likewise excellent.
* * *
"Ziggy's developed an over-active imagination."
"What does that mean? I'm in the future; I know that. How far? Where?"
"Well, that’s just it," said Al.
"What?"
"According to Ziggy, you’re not in the future at all - you’re in the past."
"I can't be in the past," Sam declared, waving his prosthetic hand meaningfully in front of him.
"Did that thing come with a full line of attachments?" his friend quipped, putting the cigar between his teeth and then removing it. "Ziggy says you're several million years in the past."
"Several MILLION?"
"You heard it."
"That's ridiculous!"
"Well."
Sam thought a moment, his mind racing. The project hadn't been designed to take him outside the boundaries of his own lifetime, but it had done so spectacularly at least once before, regardless. Still, a link had been found to account for it, but the distance in time had been measured in thousands, not millions of years. If Ziggy was right, it would mean that civilization had existed far longer than was believed -- but it would also mean that no link of the kind they'd previously found could possibly exist. He looked up.
"Where am I, Al?" he asked. "According to Ziggy?"
"You don’t want to know."
"Al."
"In another galaxy." Al looked down at some notes he held in his hand and read the Messier number.
Could it be true, Sam wondered? His mind tried to correlate the time elapsed with the distance in light years, seeing if that would somehow work out - but it didn't. And, he thought, even if it had, it would only have worked one-way. But he realized it didn't matter; not in any practical sense of solving the problem he'd been brought here to solve.
"Ziggy wouldn't be able to help anyway," he told Sam. "Either for a past that long ago and far away or for the future. There's no way to get to any records for either."
"True," his friend admitted.
"You're going to have to ask him," Sam said.
"Him?" Al asked, then realized who Sam meant. "HIM him?" He scowled. "That would be a very bad idea."
"Why?" Sam asked, not liking Al's tone. Considering Anakin's condition when he'd been plopped into his body, he suspected the other man had been hysterical right after the jump, but surely he should have settled down some by now. And an explanation of what was going on (along with a request for help) should calm him too. But Al should know that. "It's not like he isn't accustomed to being around high-tech equipment," Sam added, flourishing the arm again.
"Seeing that thing takes one black mark off my weirdometer," Al told him. "But it doesn't keep the needle from being pegged. We're damned lucky he was missing that arm, or there might not have been anything left of us here."
"What are you talking about?"
"He's some kind of psychic," Al informed him. "Like a poltergeist. He throws things around with his mind; no one could get near him. He’s fast, too, like he knows what's coming before it happens. If he hadn't stopped to stare at his hand -- the one he's not supposed to have -- we might have completely lost control of the situation. He tore up the room pretty thoroughly -- we finally had to use the tranquilizing gas we installed last year. Trust me, it'll be better if he sleeps through the whole thing."
The Chosen One