Disclaimer: I do not own Dark Angel, Supernatural, or any of their starring characters (or, unfortunately their cars), no matter how yummy and amazing they are.

Some things that need to be said BEFORE the story takes place:
-- the Supernatural timeline has been bumped up to match the Dark Angel timeline.
-- Dean and Alec are NOT the same person.
-- I'm pretending & asking you to pretend with me that more than 10 years has gone by since Max's first escape at the beginning of the series. 17 years to be exact.
-- I have assumed (since I am unable to find proof elsewhere) that Alec and Max were the same age, if not Alec a wee bit older, say a few months.
-- In case I've just confused you, Dean and Alec will both be 27, Sam is 23, and Max is 26, but only a few months younger than Alec. Which, following the pattern, means that Logan is 39.
-- I think that's enough for necessary-to-knows. If I think of anymore, I'll edit them in or put them above my next chapters.

"Alec!" Max said, exasperated, while staring at the man who frustrated her more than anyone these days. She was straddling her bicycle, messenger bag strapped onto her back, waiting impatiently and ready to go.

Alec was taking his precious time in front of his locker. He was tossing his hair this way and that, and taking his hand to smooth out the bumps. At Max's call, he looked over, coolly, as if he had all the time in the world. "Oh come on! Don't get your panties in a bunch." he said, a bit bemused. Upon seeing the look on Max's face, he became slightly more serious, "Honestly Max, you're always in a hurry. Can't you relax now and then?" He said, shutting his locker and starting to put his backpack on.

Normal, for once agreeing with Max, was standing behind his counter, shouting, "Bip bip bip!!" at them all, and handing out packages. "Alec. Max. Got TWO hot runs in your hands and yet you remain. What does it take to get you freaks out of my sight?"

Max, ignoring Normal, looked at Alec like a cow looks at an oncoming train, as if the answer should be obvious. "Alec. You are the one who wanted to do this as a partner-run. Not me. I could just leave your ass here, but no, I'm nice like that and waited for you. I have to stop by Logan's on the way back and if you waste anymore time I won't be able to!" She said, and pushed her bike towards the door, utterly frustrated with him.

Alec smiled, let out a chuckle, and shook his head. Mounting his bike, he exited the building as well. "Are you always so charming, Maxie, or is today my lucky day?" he asked, getting his pace up to match hers.

Max stopped her bike to look at him, "Alec I am not in the mood for your bullshit right now!" she said, slamming him up against the dumpster they happened to stop next to. "And for the last time, don't call me Maxie." her voice slowed and accented every syllable. "It's Max."

Throwing his hands up in surrender, Alec looked at her as she got on her bike and began to ride away, "Okay. Fine. You'd better not be like this the whole trip." He said. 'A visit to Logan always cheers her up…' he thought and rode after her.

Ignoring him, she pedaled slightly slower to allow him to catch up. "Why'd you want to come with me, anyways? It's not like you don't know how to get there yourself." she said, changing the subject.

They pedaled down the street, busy with people hurriedly making their way to work, side by side in silence. "Well, you see…" He began, not really knowing how to word this that would hurt his self-image the least, "Remember those Andy dealers I had trouble with before?" Max gave him a 'you've got to be kidding me' look, and Alec continued, "Well, turns out they moved their dealings… across town… to the same neighborhood we're headed to. Besides, why not go together? Our deliveries are only like a mile apart, this way it gives us someone to talk to, right?" he said, getting his nonchalant persona back.

"So far all this partner run has done for me is raise my blood pressure a few notches!" She shouted over the roar of traffic they rode next to. She looked over at him and nodded upward, indicating a turn towards their right up ahead. "Shortcut up that way." she said, nicer than before, and trying to stop being angry at Alec.

The pair rode in silence for the couple hundred yards before the alleyway Max was indicating. He slowed down to allow her to go first. "Max? You sure you want to go this way? It's kind of shady down here isn't it?" he asked, wondering why she wanted to go this way so badly.

"Yes, it's faster, and it's not very long, what could possibly happen? Especially with us being revved up?" she asked, confused, "If you hadn't taken so long, I wouldn't be having to take this shortcut to get to Logan's on time." she said bitterly and loudly as a loud car drove by. "Come on." she said and got off her bike to walk it around a dumpster and over a trash bag.

Alec looked behind him towards the street as the loud car drove by. It was an ancient modeled black who-knows-what that sounded horribly like it needed a new muffler. He paused for a moment, as the person in the passenger seat was staring at him like he just saw Lizard-Man sticking to a building. Upon seeing the look on his face, and hearing the car start to slow down, Alec hurried up.

"Max? Max… did Manticore suddenly begin recruiting younger people with more medieval rides, or do I have something on my face?" he asked, once he caught up with her on the other side of the dumpster.

"What are you rambling on about? No one's after us, Manticore's gone!" she paused and listened. The loud car was near, but it wasn't running. Whoever was driving it had stopped. "Come on, there' probably just looking for a hook up." she said, referring to the Andy dealers Alec was afraid of that were around here somewhere. "Let's just go." she said, starting to get a bit creeped out at the alleyway's ominous sounds and shadowy corners.

Alec and Max walked their bikes through in silence, listening intently on the sound around them. It wasn't the shortest short cut, as Alec had assumed, and it took them a good 5 minutes to maneuver their bikes around all the junk and smelly bags of… god knows what. Finally, they were within sight of the intersecting street, and the path in front of them was fairly clear. Just as they were in mid-movement to mount their bikes, Alec wiped old gum off his shoe, and they stepped onto the cracked pavement of the next street.

At that exact moment, several things happened. For one, they were both slammed roughly against the brick building behind them. For another, they both had hands clamped over their mouths, and guns against their sides. For yet another thing to coincide with this unfortunate moment, they were both thinking the exact same thought: 'How the hell did anyone manage to sneak up on us… and what do they want?'


Alright!! My beginning to my first crossover fic! Lemme know what you think, seriously!