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A Lions quantum leap

Summary:

Simba finds himself in bodies that are not his own to make right what once went wrong.
Hoping each time that his next leap, will be his leap home.
On his journey he got help from Al, a hologram that only he can see and hear.

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A Lions Quantum Leap

A Lion King / Quantum Leap Fan fiction

The glistening white Light was slowly fading all around Simba as he tried to orientate himself.

He wasn't quite sure what had happened. Any moment before the white light fading felt fuzzy and unstable.
"Alright Sam, I think this one..." Said an unknown voice from outside Simba's point of view.
A point of view that slowly revealed savanna plains. Savanna plains that he did not recognise.
"Oh, this isn't good." Said the voice.
Simba began looking around until his eyes were met with a curious sight. A mostly hairless ape, covered in bizarre foreign looking furs.
"And here's to the fact that I am not really here." Said the ape, noticing Simba but not addressing him.
"What is going on here?" Simba asked in bemusement.
The ape seemed preoccupied with the rectangle in his paws that was emitting strange sounds as he fiddled with it.
"That is a good question." The Ape mumbled.
Simba began walking towards the ape. "Who are you?" Simba's voice became more insistent.
The ape looked up from his rectangle and actually looked at Simba. "Ok, since I just got new orders and those orders include you, I might as well start at the beginning.
A nun once said that thats a very good place to start." The ape sighed.
"What are you talking about? Answer me!" Simba became annoyed enough that he pounced at the ape only to pass right through him.
"That would be your first lesson in interacting with me." Said the ape as he turned around to face Simba who was getting up after having fallen flat on his face.
"My name Albert, Al for short. I am kind of a ..." Al looked at his rectangle again. "...spirit to help guide lost wanderers back to their home."
Simba froze in terror. "Wait! Am I dead? Did I die?" He asked, hoping that Al would tell him otherwise.
"Oh, no, no. You misunderstand. You are still alive. Your spirit just got seperated from your body." Al explained.
"Ok, thank the great kings. I could not forgive myself if I left Nala, Kiara and ..." Simba hesitated.
"K..." He wanted to say the name of his second child, but he felt unsure.
"K..." He said again, still unable to actually say it.
"I had two cubs... I think. It's so blurry." He said failing to remember both of them clearly and only getting Kiaras name instantly.
"Oh, thats a side effect of the ...the leap. The leap that your spirit took out of your body." Al explained.
"Ok, how so?" Simba asked, looking at Al.
"It's a bit too complicated to explain in simple terms but with every decision you make in your life another version of you in another world makes a different decision.
When you leaped all of these versions became one in this body that you now have." Al tried to make Simba understand.
"What?" Simba asked in confusion.
"Ok, let's say..." Al said while fiddling with the rectangle again. "...that you decided to hunt down a Zebra for dinner. At the very same time in a world that is just like your own, there is a version of you that decided to get Warthog instead." Al said.
Simba recoiled at that example.
"I don't eat Warthogs. One of my best friends is a warthog." He protested.
"Well, that wasn't really the point." Sighed Al as he scratched his chin."Ok, I think I know how to tell you this. Your memory is currently a bit like Swiss cheese." Al said while raising both his eyebrows.
"What's Swiss cheese?" Asked Simba, still none the wiser.
"Your memory is full of holes like... like ...like ..." All tried to think of a fitting metaphor.
"Like a termite hill?" Suggested Simba.
"Yes!" Exclaimed Al with a wide smile while pointing at Simba." Excactly. You have all these memories, but they aren't as clear as they should be."
"That's why I am here. I will help you as much as I can to get you back into your respective body or bodies rather and in doing so get your memories back on track."
"Ok, that does sound good." Said Simba with a tad more enthusiasm. "What do I need to do?" He asked.
"That's the problem. Normally when we help spirits with this sort of problem we got some information on the spirit because they are other apes like me, but you are a first on the feline front." Al explained.
"All we got right now is the previous owner of this body in our ...spirit realm." Al said.
"Ok, and who is that?" Asked Simba.
"A lion cub named Nala. I think you mentioned her before." Al said.
"Yeah. Of course, I know her, but she isn't a cub." Argued Simba.
"That's another thing I forgot to mention. Your spirit is not just in another body but also another time." Al added.
Another voice, female in nature chimed in much to Simba's and Al's surprise.
"Are you playing pretend again, sweetie?" Asked who Simba quickly identified as, Sarafina, Nalas mother.
The Lioness was walking straight towards him.
"Oh. There are two more things you won't like about all of this." Al said dryly.
"That would be?" Simba asked, still not getting what was about to happen as Sarafina seemed to somehow tower over him now.
"Only you can see and hear me and you are currently in the body of a cub and not a full-grown lion." He quickly explained.
Sarafina smiled at Simba. "I think you got a bit dirty. I think it's time for a bath."
Before Simba could even fathom the idea of protest, he was lifted off the ground by the scruff of his neck.
"I see that you're in good hands...or rather a good maw for now, so I'll be right back with more information in a moment." With that a bright white rectangle appeared behind Al into which the ape stepped.
The glowing rectangle and Al were gone before Simba could utter a single sound of surprise.
Sarafina carried Simba towards a small hill as the lioness happened to step passed a puddle of water.
Looking at mirrored image in said puddle, Simba found that the reflection he saw was not his own but indeed that of his future wife, Nala as a cub.
"Oh boy." He muttered for lack of a better reaction.