crossoverfic | Quantum Leap/ MacGyver

So, I got the First season of MacGyver and the first two seasons of Quantum Leap for Christmas, so naturally, I HAD to slash them in a crossover story!

It's not Beta-ed so bear with me!

Title: As long as it's the RIGHT man
Author: Mefzilla
Fandoms: Quantum Leap/ MacGyver
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, some Het but not much
Pairings: Sam Beckett(in various bodies)/ MacGyver/ set up characters for Sam to leap into.
Characters: Sam Beckett, MacGyver, a few original characters
Summary: MacGyver always knew that he was straight, but he wouldn't be opposed to being with a man... if it were the Right man. Has he found the right one? Will Sam find out some things about himself as well?

Here is Chapter One of

Chapter 1

“My first kiss was with a feisty red head; Samantha took my breath away on that playground. I was seven and she was nine. Ever since then I’ve always had a thing for older women… and red heads. And now that she was in my arms again, she still took my breath away.

“Somehow, the 20-degree mountain air didn’t seem that cold as I stood there in Sam’s arms. Maybe it was the closeness of two heavy parkas, or maybe it was just Sam, but everything seemed to be just right.

* * *

Sam pulled MacGyver closer as their kiss deepened.

MacGyver, being the consummate Boy Scout, broke off the kiss first. “You did it, Sam” He looked into her bright green eyes. “All the way up the mountain.” They were still the same green eyes he remembered from Winston Elementary.

“And halfway back down before the storm hit” She added.

Mac acknowledged this with a shrug. “But you made it to the summit”

This, she acknowledged with a shrug.

Mac had not wanted anyone quite as much as he wanted her right now. He remembered back to the High School Prom six years before and the back seat of his Dodge Dart. He still remembered the scent of her and the feel of her soft skin. But, he wasn’t a teenager any more. As much as he wanted to take her right now on this mountaintop, he knew he had responsibilities. And besides, their relationship had ended for a reason and he couldn’t let himself forget the reason why. He still had his hands on her slim waist, the space between his mouth and hers was negligible, and she breached it quickly, resuming where they had left off. He felt his hands sliding up beneath her heavy coat, as if they were acting of their own accord, but then he stopped himself. Again, he broke off the kiss.

“The chopper’s coming for us” he motioned with his head, his eyes still focused on the beautiful redhead in front of him.

“When will I see you again?” She looked longingly at him.

“We didn’t work before, we won’t work now” Mac said to Sam as her green eyes bore into his.

The Helicopter came into view above the tree line.

“I know.” Was all she said before she ran over to the chopper waiting for them. Mac followed after a moment.

The flight back to civilization was quiet. Sam did not look at Mac the entire time. He felt his heart breaking all over again.

* * *
Back at home; Mac sat morosely contemplating the basketball in his hand. Halfheartedly he tossed it at the basket, which he missed. Absently he watched it ricochet off the wall and bounce harmlessly off of the couch.

For the thousandth time today, he wondered why he had broken it off with Sam, and for the thousandth time, he remembered the fighting and the jealousy and the deepest pain of all… John Bellridner. The day that Mac saw Sam kissing John was the day that his world stopped. What really got him was that they weren’t even trying to hide it. It was right in front of the cafeteria where everyone could see. Mac had ended it after that, even though she begged him to take her back. That was three days after the prom. Three days after both of them had lost their virginity together. She said that she was scared that they were moving too fast and that’s why she made out with John, but Mac couldn’t take the betrayal. He thought that she was “The One”, and so had given himself to her.

Mac leaned forward in his chair and put his head in his hands. Rocking gently back and forth, he briefly considered becoming gay, just to avoid the heartbreak of women. Then it occurred to him that if he went that route, then some guy would just break his heart the same way.

“Better to keep my distance from all woman kind” he muttered “and man kind” he added with a chuckle at his own joke. Mac hadn’t ever really, REALLY considered being with a man, but like most people, his sexuality lay on the spectrum somewhere in the middle between gay and straight. He was straight, but he wouldn’t be completely opposed to one night, if it were the right man.

There had been more than a few women in Macs life since Samantha, but he had always kept them at arms length, never letting them get close enough to hurt him the way Sam had, and yet he always compared each woman to Sam. He compared them physically, sexually and emotionally. He compared personalities and in the end, none of the women measured up.

* * *

This last encounter with Sam on the mountaintop took Mac a year to fully get over and in that time, he had had one encounter with a man. He was a soft-spoken young Egyptian archaeologist named Jordan Asar. His delicate features and coffee colored Mediterranean skin left Mac breathless. Like he had always thought, “Not opposed as long as it was with the right man.” Well, Jordan had been the right man, so Mac went with it when Jordan made shy advances toward him. The things Mac learned in that tent, he will never forget, and those things had left him a little closer to the gay side of the spectrum.

He knew he would never forget how Jordan’s kisses felt as they trailed from his mouth down his neck, to his chest all the way down to his jeans. He remembered the young archaeologist’s skilled hands trying to unbutton Mac’s jeans faster, how he groaned when the Egyptian took him into his well-shaped mouth and how he just wanted to fuck him. He remembered pulling the shirt off of the young man to reveal a nearly hairless chest; this almost sent him over the edge. The thought that this was a man did not enter into his mind, he just pulled him up to a standing position and roughly kissed his mouth, thrusting his tongue into Asar’s mouth as he franticly undid his khaki pants and reached in to find the treasure within. The darker man was longer than Mac was, but not as big. The blonde relished the feeling of his throbbing member in his hand as he gently slid his hand up and down his shaft. Gently turning the doctor, and lowering him to a kneeling position, MacGyver pulled The younger man’s pants all the way down and using the lube that Jordan had provided he began to ease himself into him, reaching around and jacking him off while he rhythmically fucked him from behind. It didn’t take much, just five minutes and they were both done. Mac lay, exhausted across the coffee colored back the other man as they collapsed into a heap on the floor of the tent. Mac would always cherish this experience and he knew that if he ever met Jordan Asar again, then he would have to find a way to get the slim, dark skinned, beautiful, archaeologist alone.

* * *

Nine years passed, and Mac thought about his last encounter with Sam less and less. Even his encounter with Jordan eventually faded until his thoughts of him became an occasional restless dream.

One day, however, things changed as they often do, when Sam’s, Jordan’s and his path were all destined to cross once again, in the most remarkable way.

* * *

Clutching his favorite basketball, MacGyver sat poised on the edge of his couch, in front of his TV as he watched with excitement as the ball was passed from player to player. He held his breath as the last seconds of the game ticked down. With five seconds left to go, Mac’s phone range.

Eyes still on the television, he half moved his body towards the phone, but paused as a pass was made. He scowled, as the phone insistently rang for the fourth time… Two seconds to go, and a fowl. Mac practically danced between the TV and the phone, the TV eventually winning out as the machine picked up.

He muttered under his breath as he sat back down in front of the TV, fondling his own basketball. The clock resumed for the last two seconds and then it was all over. Letting his breath out, Mac threw his ball at the net and headed for the machine. He played the message back, listening to Pete’s voice.

“Mac, I know the games on, but this is urgent… pick up the phone. Mac? Oh for…” MacGyver smiled as he heard the frustration in Pete’s voice. “Call me back”

Mac picked up the phone and dialed. “Pete! What’s happening?”

“It’s urgent, Mac.” Pete didn’t let MacGyver get a word in before continuing. “We have a hostage situation at an archaeological dig in Cancun.”

“What happened?” all thought of the game out of his head.

“A group of extremists are demanding all archaeological work stop. They claim that the Mayan ruins are to be left as they are, and are not to be disturbed. “ Pete paused “this would be something that the Mexican government would be willing to negotiate on, except the extremists have taken all of the workers hostage and are threatening to kill everyone unless the government agrees to stop all work for good.” Pete sighed. “They’ve already killed two students from the University of Mexico. The thing is, Mac.” Pete paused. “One of the students is an old friend of yours.”

MacGyver’s heart jumped… “Who?”

“Samantha Barns”

Mac felt like throwing up. “I’m on my way, Pete.”

* * *

Samantha sat on the ground next to three other students from the university of Mexico. How did this happen? One moment she was on a volunteer dig, in a course offered through the University, and the next minute, she was watching two classmates being murdered. She was numb.

Closing her eyes, she tried to focus her energies. “If only Mac were here” she wished silently. That was when it happened. It was as if someone had… bumped her out of her body. It was the strangest sensation. Suddenly, she was surrounded by cool dry air conditioning, not the hot, steamy jungle of Mexico. Was she insane? Opening her eyes, she looked around to find herself in a white room. Uncontrollably her body started shaking and there was this sound… a wailing. It took a moment to realize that it was her making the sound, but the voice was far to deep to be hers. Panic began to set in. She jumped up off of the bed that she had been laying in and immediately stumbled. She was far too tall. She tripped over her big feet. Looking down at her body she screamed again in a low tenor. She looked down to see the body of a fit male in a white leotard. She let herself fall to the floor, shaking in terror. Suddenly she felt several pairs of hands helping her up and back on to the bed. Looking around at the faces, she saw two men, one small with incredibly bad breath and the other one, slightly taller with the flashiest silver shirt she had ever seen.

“Hey now, you’re okay.” Flashy shirt said. “Can you tell me your name?”

She looked from one to the other, then back to the first. “Where am I” She managed to stammer out.

“You’re okay, you’re in a top secret installation, called the Quantum Leap Project.”

Sam looked at Flashy shirt. “If it’s top secret, then why did you just tell me what it is?”

Bad breath answered “because you won’t remember anything once you’ve gone back.”

“Oh” was all that Sam could manage.

“Can you tell us your name?” Flashy tried again.

“S… Sam.” She stammered.

Flashy looked at Stinky with a shocked expression, then back at her. “Sam?” his face split into an ear-to-ear grin. “Sam is it you?”

“Uh… yeah” She felt like she missed the joke.

Flashy looked at her closely. “Doctor Samuel Becket?”

“No, Samantha… uh… Samantha Student” She felt the panic crawling up from the pit of her stomach and threatening to choke her. “No, Not Student.” She began hyperventilating “Samantha… uh…” She swallowed, trying to push the fear back down. Who was she? She couldn’t remember her last name. She looked helplessly at flashy, tears starting, making it even harder to breathe.

Flashy spoke calmly and softly to her. “Nothing to worry about, it happens to a lot of people. It’ll come to you.” He squeezed her shoulder, making her feel slightly better.

Sam took a deep breath and then said “Barns. Samantha Barns.” She breathed deeply again. “I’m a student.”

“It’s nice to meet you Samantha Barns,” Flashy said with a comforting smile.

She looked at the two men. “Who are you?
Flashy spoke up. Clearly he was the one in charge here. “I’m Admiral Albert Calavicci and this is Gushie” Al paused “But you can call me Al”

* * *

The other University Students sat next to Sam and waited, contemplating their lives. Suddenly, Sam jerked, sat up straighter, looked around and said “Oh Boy”.