Sliders: Double Trouble (4 of 4)

by Nigel G. Mitchell

The new Rembrandts didn't seem surprised by the fact that they had materialized out of thin air. They wandered around the hotel room, watching TV, looking out the window, waiting in line for the bathroom, and pouring themselves glasses of beer. And more Rembrandts popped into existence. The formerly empty hotel room became crammed with duplicates of Rembrandt.

"Man," Rembrandt whispered. His eyes were almost perfect circles as he looked at Quinn. "What's goin' on, Q-Ball?"

"We're not sure," Quinn said. "But I'll explain in the cab. The slide's coming, and I don't think we wanna get stuck in this world for the next thirty years."

Sliders: Double Trouble (3 of 4)

by Nigel G. Mitchell

Wade said to Arturo, "So the thing about Lottery World is when--"

The waitress interrupted them with three plates of pancakes balanced on her arms. She set the dishes down in front of them. "Here you go. Three Fruity-Nutty Flapjacks. I'll get your 'to go' order in a second. Back in a jiffy."

As she walked away, Arturo picked up his knife and fork and began to cut into his pancakes. "Ah, now, Miss Welles, you are going to learn what noble heights the simple pancake can achieve."

Sliders: Double Trouble (2 of 4)

by Nigel G. Mitchell

They rode in silence for a few minutes before Rembrandt glanced back at the others. He let a mischievous grin spread across his face as he said, "Hey, uh, pops..."

"My name is not Pops," the driver growled.

"Yeah, whatever. Uh, you notice anything about this guy sittin' next to me?"

Wade jammed an elbow into his ribs, whispering, "Remmy! No!"

Sliders: Double Trouble (1 of 4)

by Nigel G. Mitchell

The following story takes place sometime between "As Time Goes By" and the third season premiere, "Double Cross."

The morning sun just began to cast a shimmering haze over Golden Gate Park when the wormhole formed. It seemed as if a gnarled oak tree collapsed on itself, turning into a circular blue hole in space. One by one, the Sliders popped out of it onto the grass. When all four of them were free, the wormhole closed again with a sucking noise.

Rembrandt staggered to his feet, clutching his stomach. Arturo yawned and stretched as Quinn stood, looking at the timer in his hand.

"How long we got in this world, Q-Ball?" Rembrandt asked.

Quinn looked down at the display, and closed his eyes. "One minute, eight seconds."

Sliders: No Smoking (3 of 3)

By Nigel G. Mitchell

The car pulled off the main road onto a gravel road that led into the perimeter of a warehouse overlooking San Francisco Bay. A sign above the broken doors read "Johnny-Kitty Cat Litter." Wade frowned as they drove up to the decaying hulk that lurked on the property.

"Are you sure he's here?" Wade asked from the passenger seat.

Rembrandt leaned forward from the backseat, his jaw bobbing on his gum as said, "Yeah, this don't look like no drug factory to me."

Wade's double drew the car up to the front door, then switched off the engine. A gun came out from under her seat, which she aimed at Wade and Rembrandt.

Sliders: No Smoking (2 of 3)

By Nigel G. Mitchell

Quinn and Arturo sat in rays of sunlight cast from a barred window in the interrogation room. Quinn traced circles on the table his hands rested on, about the only thing he could do with his wrists cuffed together.

Sliders: No Smoking (1 of 3)

by Nigel G. Mitchell

Based on the official chronology of "Sliders" rather than the Fox Network's airing chronology, the following story takes place sometime in the first season between the episodes "Eggheads" and "The King Is Back."

Rembrandt sat listening to the rumbling coming from all around him. He wiped away a trickle of sweat that ran down his cheek. The sweat instantly returned, joining the thin film that covered every inch of exposed skin on his body.

Finally, Rembrandt glanced over at Professor Arturo sitting beside him. "Sure is hot."

Professor Arturo glared at him over his shoulder. "Mister Brown, we are sitting on an active volcano. Of course it is hot."

Sliders: Bloodline (4 of 4)

by Nigel G. Mitchell

Wade looked from the woman to Mrs. Lynch. "What?"

Mrs. Lynch grabbed a hammer off the worktable. She swung it at Arturo's head. Before Arturo could react, he had been knocked across the room. He slid to the floor, his eyes rolling up into his head.

Mrs. Lynch wheeled on Wade while drawing a butcher knife out of her apron. "Don't move."

Wade stared at her, her eyes wide in horror.

Sliders: Bloodline (3 of 4)

by Nigel G. Mitchell

Wade burst out of the shop by Arturo's side, barely able to contain herself. When they got onto the street that Wade thrust a fist into the air. "Yes! We got him! We got him on tape!"

"What are you talking about, Miss Welles?" Arturo asked.

Wade pulled the tape recorder out of her coat and thrust it into his face. "We got a confession. It's all here. All we need to do is send it to the police."

Arturo shook his head. "I would hardly call that a confession."

Sliders: Bloodline (2 of 4)

by Nigel G. Mitchell

Wade bought the National Inquiry while the others rented a room at the Dominion Hotel. She read as she walked into their hotel room.

Rembrandt rubbed his hands together as he entered the room. "Yeah, this is more like it. Lot bigger room than when we stayed here last time."

Quinn shrugged off his jacket and hung it on a hook by the front door. "Okay, first order of business is finding out if we're home."