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thecrazyalaskanAl smoked to relax, plain and simple. Okay, probably not so simple. Although the Oxford dictionary had the broad definition, the Al Calavicci dictionary had multiple definitions including but not limited to the end of a long day or a job well done, or when he was irritated, impatient or worried. Given that Ziggy, temperamental million-dollar piece of junk that she was, couldn't get a solid lock on Sam, he was easily all three.
He looked up at the sky, at the dark storm clouds brewing overhead. The sky in New Mexico, Al mused as he puffed thoughtfully on his cigar, was very different from the sky in New York. Unbroken by buildings, for one thing. The openness made it easy for a man to get lost in thought, as he was now. It was only when he realized that he was getting down to the end of his second cigar that he came back to the present.
They had Sam somewhat pinned down—early 1960s, eastern seaboard. If the numbers were any fuzzier, they'd be someone's pet. Al frowned and tapped the ash off the end of his cigar. A light wind kicked up and carried the ash and some of the sand away. Al could practically hear Sam's voice behind him, chastising—Al, you need to quit that.
Quit what? was always Al's dutiful response.
Those, Sam would reply, indicating the cigars, be it the one in Al's hand or the packet he kept in his inner jacket pocket. It's a bad habit and you know it. You're going to smoke yourself to death. Then he'd get that flicker of a sad look in his eyes, and Al knew what the rest of the sentence was: Like my dad did.
I'll think about it, Sammy. He always promised, but he never did.
Another thoughtful puff. Now, instead of settling his frayed nerves, the tobacco made him feel… melancholy. He had to worry about Sam (it was too ingrained in him to not do it now), and yeah, it was a bad habit he needed to cut back on, but until Ziggy got her shit together, this was the only thing keeping him from going to find Sam himself.
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Title: 100 – Relaxation / Bad Habits
Author: TheCrazyAlaskan
Fandom / Setting: Quantum Leap (c.f. The Boogieman, 03 x 05)
Characters / Pairings: Al Calavicci, implied Sam Beckett x Al Calavicci
Rating: T
Genre: General
Holy. Fucking. Shit. This episode scared the shit out of me. :noes: Y'know how you'll watch a scary movie through your fingers? Yeah, that was me. Just looking up the references for it scare the fuck out of me because (here there be spoilers) it's kinda hard to not be scared shitless watching or thinking about the Devil taking Al's shape and trying to fucking kill Sam. (/spoilers) I can see why so many QL fans think this episode is cursed.
That out of the way… Fluffy happy fill? What the fuck is that? This turned out surprisingly sad. And I finished it surprisingly quickly. I actually like it.
Al, Sam, Quantum Leap © Donald Bellisario
He looked up at the sky, at the dark storm clouds brewing overhead. The sky in New Mexico, Al mused as he puffed thoughtfully on his cigar, was very different from the sky in New York. Unbroken by buildings, for one thing. The openness made it easy for a man to get lost in thought, as he was now. It was only when he realized that he was getting down to the end of his second cigar that he came back to the present.
They had Sam somewhat pinned down—early 1960s, eastern seaboard. If the numbers were any fuzzier, they'd be someone's pet. Al frowned and tapped the ash off the end of his cigar. A light wind kicked up and carried the ash and some of the sand away. Al could practically hear Sam's voice behind him, chastising—Al, you need to quit that.
Quit what? was always Al's dutiful response.
Those, Sam would reply, indicating the cigars, be it the one in Al's hand or the packet he kept in his inner jacket pocket. It's a bad habit and you know it. You're going to smoke yourself to death. Then he'd get that flicker of a sad look in his eyes, and Al knew what the rest of the sentence was: Like my dad did.
I'll think about it, Sammy. He always promised, but he never did.
Another thoughtful puff. Now, instead of settling his frayed nerves, the tobacco made him feel… melancholy. He had to worry about Sam (it was too ingrained in him to not do it now), and yeah, it was a bad habit he needed to cut back on, but until Ziggy got her shit together, this was the only thing keeping him from going to find Sam himself.
-.-.-.-
Title: 100 – Relaxation / Bad Habits
Author: TheCrazyAlaskan
Fandom / Setting: Quantum Leap (c.f. The Boogieman, 03 x 05)
Characters / Pairings: Al Calavicci, implied Sam Beckett x Al Calavicci
Rating: T
Genre: General
Holy. Fucking. Shit. This episode scared the shit out of me. :noes: Y'know how you'll watch a scary movie through your fingers? Yeah, that was me. Just looking up the references for it scare the fuck out of me because (here there be spoilers) it's kinda hard to not be scared shitless watching or thinking about the Devil taking Al's shape and trying to fucking kill Sam. (/spoilers) I can see why so many QL fans think this episode is cursed.
That out of the way… Fluffy happy fill? What the fuck is that? This turned out surprisingly sad. And I finished it surprisingly quickly. I actually like it.
Al, Sam, Quantum Leap © Donald Bellisario
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Date: 2011-12-14 02:19 am (UTC)dlfhgsdkhusiertkesrhykushrksertgjgbmdfnbgkuhgkJHKSBFJHDSGFHJSDBgfsdhgjmsbDgjhdsbmgbDSf,j
Oh my God this is perfect. Oh my God. I think I'm in love with it. Yes. Yes I'm definitely in love with it. And we will be wed in less than an hour in Vegas by an Elvis impersonator.
Mr. & Mrs. Fic have left the building.
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Date: 2011-12-14 04:33 am (UTC)Ahh so that's where you disappeared to. Awesome. Be sure to toss the bouquet my way, mmmkay? Thank you-- I'm glad you love it. <3
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Date: 2011-12-14 02:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-12-14 04:47 am (UTC)