Four Corners A Boston Public/Quantum Leap Crossover
He was not only a man again, he was Harry Senate, a man who Sam had thought was just shot down in a classroom by a creepy looking student. Sam went to the mirror and looked himself over again. He didnt look any different than yesterday when he saw Harry, as Lauren anyway. He didnt feel any different. Flashes of what happened flashed through his mind. Al in the back of the room, desperately trying to warn him. The student rising out of his seat, with gun in hand. The other students racing out of the room in utter fear and total disreguard for anyone elses safety, what if he had shot one of them? Harry turned when he thought he heard the water stop in the bathroom. He turned and saw the door opening. Lauren, he had completely forgotten about her. Lauren came over dressed in a towel and kissed "Harry" on the cheek.
"It's about time you got up, I was afraid I might have to hi-jack a school bus to get to work." She said giving him a hug. Sam had no idea what to do, he hugged her back tightly.
"I could have slept in? I think I just robbed you some face time with some of your favorite students." Sam said, trying to be the best "Harry" he could be.
He saw a light behind Lauren. Harry pulled Lauren close and hugged her again. He looked over his shoulder. Al had come in the room.
"Whaoh, tiger, should I come back at another time?" He asked giving a suggetive waggle to his eyebrows.
"No." Sam mouthed. "Lauren, would you like to get some stuff at your place today?"
"Sure. I left a dress there I wanted to wear on our date tonight." Lauren said.
"Date?" Sam asked.
"Your favorite band is in town, remember? Kevin got tickets for us both."
"Oh yeah, that." Sam said. The date must have been planned for that day, but due to what happened, it obviously didn't go as planned. "I can hardly wait."
"I'll go get dressed." Lauren said. "Don't leave without me." She teased.
"Wouldnt dream of it doll." Sam smiled.
"Oh please don't leave!" Al said smoking his cigar. "Please!" Al followed Lauren into another room. She closed the door, but since Al was a hologram he could walk right through it. "Oh mama." Sam could hear him saying.
"Al." Sam said.
"What did you say Harry?" Lauren called.
"Uh, Allll we are saying, lets give peace a chance." Sam sang out loud.
"Harry..." Lauren said looking out the door. "I like you a lot, but don't quit your day job."

After a minute or so Al reluctantly came out of the room. He sighed and looked at Al.
"There are times I wish I could change places with you." Al said. He thought. "We did once, though."
"I know." Sam whispered. He went to the sink and turned the water on. He got a glass. "Al, whats going on?"
"What do you mean?" Al asked.
"Do you feel a little de ja vu?"
"Its a little early for something like that isnt it?" Al asked. "Not that I'd mind..."
"No, no." Sam said. "Don't you feel like you've been here before? Don't you feel like this apartment is familiar?"
"Hmmm." Al said looking at his device. "According to this you leapt yesterday just after eight o'clock." He looked at it again. "Eight O'clock...today I mean."
"Wait." Sam said filling his glass. "If I leapt, I should be elsewhere. Why did I leap anyway? I failed. I got Harry, me, shot."
"Beats me." Al said. "Whoever is leaping you around, must think you need a second chance to get yesterday, today, right." He sighed. "This is way too much for me. A little confusing." He opened his portal back to the lab. "I will come back after I've had a little rest...a gallon of aspirin."
"Wait Al, when should I see you again?" Sam hissed as he heard Lauren finish.
"Meet me in the girls locker room." Al said.
"Why there?" Sam asked.
"Do you really have to ask?" Al said. "Morning gym class."
"I'm a guy again, Al, meet me in the guys locker room." Sam said as Al went through the portal.
"All right, spoil sport." Al said closing the portal door.
Sam sighed. Knowing Al, he would sneak into the girls lockeroom anyway.
"Are you ready Harry?" He heard a voice. "Geez, you havent even gotten dressed yet!" Lauren said exasperatedly. Sam looked down he was still in his boxer shorts.
"Oh, man, am I sorry." Sam said. Lauren shook her head. "Or at least I will be."
"Hurry up. We'll have to stop by my place later." Lauren said as she sat on the bed. Sam got a grey shirt and dark colored slacks out of the bureau. He tugged them on, and grabbed a tie out of the closet. Lauren got up and helped him with it. "We're gonna be late."
"Can't we be a little late?" Sam said teasingly. If they show up late for the class, he figured, then no one would get shot. He would leap, life would go on.
"Oh come on." Lauren said. "I have to give a test today. Let's go."
"All right." Sam sighed. "Would have been fun. Being truant and all."
"Maybe later." Lauren promised. "I got a feeling today is gonna be interesting." She went to the door. Sam slowly followed.
"You have no idea." Sam thought as he closed the door.

Winslow High

Dana Poole was entering the school from a back entrance. She was about to open the door when she was knocked aside by a boy in dark clothes.
"Hey watch it, jackass." Dana muttered as she picked her books up. The boy gave her a withering look that actually scared her a bit. He then turned and went through the door, taking care not to hit his bag against the door. Dana shook her head and continued to pick up her things, completely ignoring that the bag the boy carried seemed to contain a gun.

Dana sat on the ground for a minute. She seemed to have the strangest feeling she had been there before. That same place and time. The same jerky kid. The same strange backpack. She shook her head. It can't be. Maybe someone should say something to someone. She mused as she got up.
"Hey, Dana, come on! We'll be late!" She heard one of her friends call to her.
"Coming!" Dana called. "Someone else must have seen that funny student. They'll talk to Guber and Harper. No skin off my nose."

8:00 A.M.

"I could use some coffee." Sam said as he tried to hold Laurens hand on the way in. She waved it away. "What? I said I was sorry I took so long." Lauren looked at him again. "What did I do?"
"If you gotta ask..." Lauren sighed.
"Should have I taken a shower?" He tried.
"I just really wanted you to see that dress." Lauren finally replied. "Thats all."
"We'll see it after school." Sam said. "If we're lucky, you won't have to wear it too long."
"Hmmm." Lauren said. "Intresting idea."
"How bout that coffee?" Sam asked.
"All right." Lauren said.
They passed in front of the office. Louisa came out of the door.
"Harry, Lauren. Glad I caught you." She said.
"Aww and we were so close to coffee!" Sam moaned.
"You can have coffee, after Steven talks to you." Louisa said. "He has something to tell you."
"All right." Sam said. "Lets go."

Stevens office

The whole spiel was familiar, Sam thought, except the roles were different.
"A transfer student is coming to the school." Steven said. "I'm putting him in Harrys class. I need you Lauren, to keep an eye on him." "Why?" Lauren asked. "I have a test today. The students worked very hard for this test today."
"I'll give the test." Steven said. "You wouldnt do anything but sit at your desk and made sure no one leapt up and left."
"Great." Lauren said.
"You havent said anything Harry." Steven said.
"I've always wanted Lauren in the same class as I." He said remembering what the real Harry said. "Todays your lucky day."
"I'm thrilled." Lauren scoffed. She was still miffed about being shuffled from class to class like a token on a game board.
"Me too." Steven said flatly. "Its almost time for your class. Louisa said you wanted coffee?"
"It'll have to wait, Harry, with it being so close to our time." Lauren said.
What Lauren said struck a chord with Harry. That IS my mission! To stop the shooting from happening. The way it seemed to be going, it might happen again. He had to stop it. He suddenly thought Stevens idea to put Lauren in the class with him and a potential psycho as a terrible plan.
Sam and Lauren left the classroom. Sam opened the office door. He could feel Scott Gubers gaze on him as he went through the door. A plan formed in Sams mind.
"I'll go to class." Sam said. "I think I left something in the car on the way in. Can you run get it?" He asked Lauren.
"Why?" Lauren asked.
"I have to be there. You're just an observer, you can be a few minutes later." Sam said.
"All right." Lauren said. Sam gave her the keys to Harrys car. "But I'll hurry back."
Before Sam could protest Lauren headed to one of the side exits and bounded down the stairs.
"Good. Laurens safe. Now to go to class. I sure I hope I know what I'm doing." He moaned.

Harrys class was called the Dungeon. He could see that the "other" day he was there. Sam quickly looked through his lessons plans. Sure enough there was the plans for the day on his desk. He recalled him talking to the class about how drinks affected the history of america. Specifically how drinks caused small battles and lead to the american revolution. He sighed. A whole hour on this? Surely he had something else to talk about. He would have to play it by ear, he supposed. The class filed in. Everyone started to take their seats as second bell rang. Sam looked up and saw the mysterious transfer student taking his seat. He was the one who shot the gun yesterday. How can he expose him without causing another catatrophe like yesterday? Sam rubbed his chin. A diversion would have to be in order, plus throwing Harrys so called lesson for today out the window.
"So anyone heard any good jokes?" Sam asked. The class looked at him silently. "Guess I'll stick to my day job. I'm gonna do something today. Since we're in different times then when I used to go to school, I thought I might teach you a little self defense today."
"Like Harper taught that geeky student?" One girl asked. He had no idea what she meant, but everyone else did.
"Exactly." Sam replied.
"But didnt he get his ass in trouble for that?" Another replied.
"Yeah, but he's still here." The first girl said.
"Okay." Sam said. "Let's start with a simple frisking."
The class went "ooooh."
"You can frisk me, Mr Senate. I aint wearing a bra today." A full figured gal in the front of the class called out.
"I'm sure I'm not the only one who noticed that today." Sam said. "Okay, you." He picked a student who sat in front of the student in black. It was a hispanic male.
"Fine, just don't get too fresh with me, I aint like that." He said getting up. The student in back of him seemed to fidget a little bit. Sam quickly glanced at him them slowly patted the pockets down of the other student he had before him.
"All right, you're done." Sam said.
"Thats it?" He said. "Man, there are cops that are more thorough than you."
"What makes you think I was looking for something?" Sam asked he moved down the aisle. He passed the student in black. He finally couldnt take anymore and popped out of his seat. He pulled his gun at pointed it at Sam. "Don't move!" He shouted.
"No one move!" Sam said, making sure no one bolted from the room like last time.
"I'm not loco, ese!" The hispanic student said.
"I want to get out of here!" The student said.
"Whats your name?" Sam asked.
"My name don't matter."
"Whats your name?" Sam asked again. "There is no way we can't be civilized about this."
"Piss on your civilized!" He said. "I want a car, and some money. I want to get out of here. Once I'm gone I want no cops following me! You hear me?" He said with his hand shaking. Sam inched forward, it could go off at any minute with the way it was shaking. "Don't come any closer. I'm warning you." He said clicking the hammer back. "I WILL use this!!!"
The door shut behind him. "Harry I couldnt find what you wanted." Lauren said. "But I got your lunch." She froze when she saw the man with the gun. Remembering the encounter with the student during the lockdown of the school. She could feel her breath escaping her body. She couldnt speak. She squeaked.
"I told you, don't make me use this!" He said aiming the gun at Lauren. Her eyes widened. He had to make a move now, Same knew. If he didn't the student would gladly blow Lauren away with no regrets.
Sam tackled the student from behind. He raised the gun hand up in the air. The student, startled by Sams actions, pulled the trigger. The gun fired. The students, seeing that "Harry" had somewhat had the student in his grip, ran out the door. The bullet hit one of the track lighting over his class room. It shattered and broke. Glass rained down over a section of now empty desks. Sam pushed the student forward. The action knocked the gun out of his hand. It slid under a desk. Sam brought the student to the floor and put a knee in his back.
"I didn't want to use that either." Sam said as the student squirmed. Scott and a couple of security guards came in and acquired the student. He was cuffed and led to the door. The guards brought him out. Scott stayed behind. Sam picked the gun up.
"Are you two all right?" Scott asked.
"We're fine." Lauren said. "Just another day, right?"
Scott nodded. He went to the door.
Sam had the gun. Lauren looked at him. "Be careful with that. It could still have bullets in it." Lauren said as she approached him.
"Great." Sam said. He decided to put the safety on. He held it in front of him. He looked for the safety as he marveled about it. Then he thought for a second, "Why havent I leapt yet?" He asked himself. He then returned to the gun, and flicked what he thought was the safety. The gun went off. The sound of it shocked Sam. It was a loud pop, but louder since it was closer to his ears. He had closed his eyes automatically when he felt it go off. He then opened his eyes. He heard something he didn't want to hear. He looked at Lauren. She had a stunned expression on her face. She looked down at her blouse. There was a large spot of blood in the middle of her chest, and it was getting larger. Scott came back into the room.
"Oh my god." Sam said. He had hit the wrong lever on it and the gun had gone off. He dropped the gun and went to Lauren as she fell to the ground. He caught her.
"Oh my god." Sam said. "I am so sorry. I had no idea."
"It's okay, Harry." She said. "I'm not really hurt. We can still go dancing tonight."
"We'll go dancing." Sam said. "We'll dance forever and ever, even after our tired get to tired to stand on." He said feeling tears coming to his eyes. He hadnt known Lauren long, but he was already feeling her loss.
"I'll put you on my dance card." Lauren said. "You better honor it..." Her voice died. She could no longer talk. She gurgled a little bit, some blood now appearing on her lips. Sam wiped her lips free of the blood. He lightly kissed her as he felt himself leaping. Sam was soon gone and Harry was back in his place. Harry looked at Lauren. Tears quickly came to his face as he finally understood what happened. "Goodbye Lauren." He whispered. He brought her closer to him and held her tight. "Goodbye."

Monday April 23, 2001

Sam completed his leap. He was lying down in bed. He got up and briefly ran his hands over his body. He was a man again. He looked up in the mirror. A familiar visage looked at him. He wasnt the same person, but it was the same day. A new place greeted him. But as he looked at a calender on the wall, he realized what happened.
"Oh boy...now what?..." He asked.

to be continued...