Sam Beckett (Quantum Leap) Sims 3 story
Hey fellow simmers and story writers! 😀 Oh boy! Are you in for a treat! (Lol! You know I had to... 😜 ) Having been a Quantum Leap fan for some time now (and lover of the great and talented ...
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The Signs
Continued...
Time continued to pass...a month actually, and in all that time Sam never felt better living in this peculiar world of Hidden Springs. Perhaps it was due to the fact that Al spoke to him again in a dream, worried that he didn't understand his previous "transmission," in which he was correct and told Sam that he couldn't speak to him this way again, but asked that he hang tight and wait for his arrival. Ziggy was finding ways to get him there, along with the help of many others on the project. That news felt like a great burden had been lifted off Sam's shoulders and he awaited Al's arrival with great anticipation. A big part of him though was trying desperately not to get his hopes up. Just in case. In the meantime he kept on living his new reality and making the best of each and every day.
One morning he was feeling so chipper that he stood by his mailbox, after checking the mail, and sang a tune. Little did he see that Evelyn was heading right in his direction with the morning paper.
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She giggled watching him waving his hands around and singing to himself. Upon her entering his view, Sam immediately stopped and cleared his throat.
"Who were you singing to Sam?" Evelyn asked, holding back a laugh.
https://s20.postimg.cc/4yelww66l/SB_Post_8_46.jpg
"No one," Sam responded casually. "Just myself."
Evelyn dropped the paper and turned to him. "It looks like you're feeling a lot better these days." She said with a smile. "I'm happy for you."
"Thanks kid," Sam said, going to her and giving her a light hug. "How are things going with you?"
"Oh..." Evelyn sighed. "Ok, I guess. I am living with my mom now, but...she works a lot so I never get to see her."
Patting her back sympathetically, Sam said, "I'm sorry. Do you have any brothers or sisters to keep you company?"
"A baby brother."
"Oh."
"Yeah, he's not much fun, but it's ok."
Sam nodded. "At least there's no more fighting."
"Yeah for sure! I'm thankful for that."
*******************
Not only was Sam's reputation of holding a medical degree proceeding him, but so was word of his musical abilities. He had been approached by a gal he met weeks earlier, Emma Simself, asking if he would teach her piano. She expressed that she was very familiar with the "top hand" and knew how to play a little, but wanted to learn how to play properly while mastering the "bottom hand" as well. Sam felt honored to help her and they currently hold lessons in his home twice a week.
https://s20.postimg.cc/5vzqdqjpp/SS_and_Sam_piano.jpg
It quickly became apparent that Emma had a natural talent when it came to music. Sam could very much relate to her and because they had so much in common they were fastly becoming friends. It was flattering that he could sense Emma's admiration for him and his talents.
https://s20.postimg.cc/4fo7vlgst/SS_and_Sam_Piano_2.jpg
He'd be lying if he didn't admire her talents as well, but even still...he wasn't in any hurry to jump back into a serious relationship. Not until he felt absolutely comfortable in sharing with that person who he really was and where he came from.
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One evening Sam attended a formal get together at Dr. Al Fahad's place. To say he was surprised to receive an invitation from her was an understatement. Maybe there was something she needed to discuss with him about Catarina Vanderburg or most likely she was just being friendly. Either way, Sam did the polite thing and accepted.
It was a mild party with not that many guests, but all who attended seemed to be enjoying themselves.
https://s20.postimg.cc/523tzema5/SB_Post_8_29.jpg
As the night wore on, Sam was in the kitchen having a drink and chatting with a Miss Anna Menon when the two heard a scream from the foyer.
"Oh my G** LAILA!!!"
Sam raced to the scene, followed by Anna, and found Betty Simovich crying over Laila's lifeless body on the floor. Immediately he fell down to Laila's side and took her hand. "Laila!?" he addressed, but she didn't stir. He checked her pulse from the neck and there was.........nothing. Disbelief shot through him as he checked again, this time with her wrist. Again...nothing. With his jaw dropped and eyes widened, Sam told the onlookers, "She's dead." There were gasps and murmurs. Sam continued to examine Laila's body to see if he could find a clue to her untimely death, but then suddenly...black smoke began rising from the floor beside her. Sam shot up onto his feet in a scare.
"What the H***!?" Sam cried.
Anna, startled at Sam's sudden jump and expression asked, "What!? What is it? Is she alive after all?"
"No! It's that black smoke on the floor!" Sam replied, pointing down. "You don't see it?"
Anna studied the floor and then looked at him like he was crazy. "There's no black smoke Sam...Are you alright?"
Oh boy...Sam thought. He ran a hand over his face, hoping he was just seeing things, but then shuddered in fright as he opened his eyes again. A dark, shadowy figure began emerging from the floor inside the smoke, carrying a scythe and face covered with a tattered hood. Sam held his hands over his mouth and exclaimed, "Oh G**" as a terrified and nauseating feeling washed over him. He didn't like the looks of this...
https://s20.postimg.cc/gfqdalwst/SB_Post_8_30.jpg
To be continued...
:no_mouth:
Edit: fix the story. :)
Continued...
Time continued to pass...a month actually, and in all that time Sam never felt better living in this peculiar world of Hidden Springs. Perhaps it was due to the fact that Al spoke to him again in a dream, worried that he didn't understand his previous "transmission," in which he was correct and told Sam that he couldn't speak to him this way again, but asked that he hang tight and wait for his arrival. Ziggy was finding ways to get him there, along with the help of many others on the project. That news felt like a great burden had been lifted off Sam's shoulders and he awaited Al's arrival with great anticipation. A big part of him though was trying desperately not to get his hopes up. Just in case. In the meantime he kept on living his new reality and making the best of each and every day.
One morning he was feeling so chipper that he stood by his mailbox, after checking the mail, and sang a tune. Little did he see that Evelyn was heading right in his direction with the morning paper.
https://s20.postimg.cc/ds5idzt59/SB_Post_8_45.jpg
She giggled watching him waving his hands around and singing to himself. Upon her entering his view, Sam immediately stopped and cleared his throat.
"Who were you singing to Sam?" Evelyn asked, holding back a laugh.
https://s20.postimg.cc/4yelww66l/SB_Post_8_46.jpg
"No one," Sam responded casually. "Just myself."
Evelyn dropped the paper and turned to him. "It looks like you're feeling a lot better these days." She said with a smile. "I'm happy for you."
"Thanks kid," Sam said, going to her and giving her a light hug. "How are things going with you?"
"Oh..." Evelyn sighed. "Ok, I guess. I am living with my mom now, but...she works a lot so I never get to see her."
Patting her back sympathetically, Sam said, "I'm sorry. Do you have any brothers or sisters to keep you company?"
"A baby brother."
"Oh."
"Yeah, he's not much fun, but it's ok."
Sam nodded. "At least there's no more fighting."
"Yeah for sure! I'm thankful for that."
*******************
Not only was Sam's reputation of holding a medical degree proceeding him, but so was word of his musical abilities. He had been approached by a gal he met weeks earlier, Emma Simself, asking if he would teach her piano. She expressed that she was very familiar with the "top hand" and knew how to play a little, but wanted to learn how to play properly while mastering the "bottom hand" as well. Sam felt honored to help her and they currently hold lessons in his home twice a week.
https://s20.postimg.cc/5vzqdqjpp/SS_and_Sam_piano.jpg
It quickly became apparent that Emma had a natural talent when it came to music. Sam could very much relate to her and because they had so much in common they were fastly becoming friends. It was flattering that he could sense Emma's admiration for him and his talents.
https://s20.postimg.cc/4fo7vlgst/SS_and_Sam_Piano_2.jpg
He'd be lying if he didn't admire her talents as well, but even still...he wasn't in any hurry to jump back into a serious relationship. Not until he felt absolutely comfortable in sharing with that person who he really was and where he came from.
******************
One evening Sam attended a formal get together at Dr. Al Fahad's place. To say he was surprised to receive an invitation from her was an understatement. Maybe there was something she needed to discuss with him about Catarina Vanderburg or most likely she was just being friendly. Either way, Sam did the polite thing and accepted.
It was a mild party with not that many guests, but all who attended seemed to be enjoying themselves.
https://s20.postimg.cc/523tzema5/SB_Post_8_29.jpg
As the night wore on, Sam was in the kitchen having a drink and chatting with a Miss Anna Menon when the two heard a scream from the foyer.
"Oh my G** LAILA!!!"
Sam raced to the scene, followed by Anna, and found Betty Simovich crying over Laila's lifeless body on the floor. Immediately he fell down to Laila's side and took her hand. "Laila!?" he addressed, but she didn't stir. He checked her pulse from the neck and there was.........nothing. Disbelief shot through him as he checked again, this time with her wrist. Again...nothing. With his jaw dropped and eyes widened, Sam told the onlookers, "She's dead." There were gasps and murmurs. Sam continued to examine Laila's body to see if he could find a clue to her untimely death, but then suddenly...black smoke began rising from the floor beside her. Sam shot up onto his feet in a scare.
"What the H***!?" Sam cried.
Anna, startled at Sam's sudden jump and expression asked, "What!? What is it? Is she alive after all?"
"No! It's that black smoke on the floor!" Sam replied, pointing down. "You don't see it?"
Anna studied the floor and then looked at him like he was crazy. "There's no black smoke Sam...Are you alright?"
Oh boy...Sam thought. He ran a hand over his face, hoping he was just seeing things, but then shuddered in fright as he opened his eyes again. A dark, shadowy figure began emerging from the floor inside the smoke, carrying a scythe and face covered with a tattered hood. Sam held his hands over his mouth and exclaimed, "Oh G**" as a terrified and nauseating feeling washed over him. He didn't like the looks of this...
https://s20.postimg.cc/gfqdalwst/SB_Post_8_30.jpg
To be continued...
:no_mouth:
Edit: fix the story. :)
