Summary; When a mission goes wrong Alec and Max end up in Dean and Sam's time. With that, Max meets up with Dean and Sam and Alec meets up with Sin City's Nancy who knows Dean and Sam. Now several things must be accomplished before things can get back to normal. What they don't know is Alec and Max's mission is about to collide head first with Dean and Sam's for a possible deadly out come, one more twist. Max's feline DNA is getting the best of her when another Heat cycle begins. Many twist and turns, some expected some not.

I own nothing in this story by some of the other characters not mention in Supernatural, Sin City, or Dark Angel.

"Hey!" A loud booming voice clogged her ears as she grasped her eyes closed for another minute. "Ma'am, ma'am, are you okay?" There's that loud voice again. It takes her a minute to realize who it is, or at least who it sounds like. Her head already spinning to the point she's afraid to open her eyes. It's wrong...a X5 shouldn't feel like this. Not unless she's been drugged, again.

"Get the first aid kit, she's lost a lot of blood." She gave a harsh sound from the back of her throat, only then able to focus on the fact her head wasn't the only thing that was in pain. Her arms, legs, stomach, pretty much everything was aching in a way she never thought possible. "Ma'am you really need to turn over, I know you're awake now."

Son of a bitch, of course he'd know she was awake. Why was he stating it? She might be in pain but she wasn't stupid. "Oh shut up, Alec!" the first words out of her mouth followed by drops of blood, turning over she realized she was laying on a hot black top of a parking lot. This wasn't where she was supposed to be...this wasn't where she was before.

"Whose Alec?" At first the question startled her, causing her to move to quickly to turn around and face whatever man was talking to her. "Liar," was the first thing she thought and the next word out of her mouth as she looked up at him. It was Alec all right. "Here" a guy said, handing him a white box. She didn't know him. She didn't recognize him.

"Who are you?" Her next sentence, the guy looked a little shocked about the question. Or maybe it wasn't the question, looking over at the man who was claiming he wasn't Alec his face was in shock as well. Sitting up she eyed the two carefully. "Nancy...?"

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Where the hell am I? That was the first question in the X5's brain. He was outside a bar..some bar, he knew that. He could tell that, he was familiar with the smells of alcohol that would pass through his nose every time the door opened into it. Unlike his X5 partner, he hadn't been knocked out, or at least, not to his knowledge. He remembered most of what had happened. Though explaining it would be the tricky part.

While he figured out what the hell had happened and where exactly he was, he might as well have something to drink. His full near perfect lips were cracking, having spent hours in a blistering sun before finally landing here, where ever here was.

Taking a deep breath he stepped forward and shoved open the door he'd been staring at for quite awhile now. The place was interesting, interesting being the only word he could find to explain it. He recognized no one, not at first anyway. Within seconds a waitress was already taking his order. Scotch, like always was his drink, she was a flirty waitress, but not like he was use to. Seems maybe she was just out for a money tip, which didn't happen to be his usual style for tipping, but he'd leave her one.

After sitting down for a minute, maybe two his eyes shot to the front of the room to the dancer working a rope like no one he'd ever seen. Chaps, diamond studded bra, not a bad costume until the girl turned around. An immediate urge to run up on stage and cover her overwhelmed the X5, not that he didn't like the show. He'd take the show, especially from her, but all the other men were drooling over her, literally. They'd never know what they'd be in for, he didn't even know why she was doing it.

"Max..." the word escaped his mouth in a disappointed whisper as another waitress was bringing his drink to him. His eyes must've shown his true desires, though whether it was to protect her or his love for her he wasn't sure, but the waitress must've been. "Left her once now you're already wanting her back, Tom cat?" Tom Cat..no one called him that.

His eyes shot up to the waitress, his eyebrow arching high as he gave her a questionable stare. "Huh?"..a sound, not even a true word was all he could manage up as his eyes darted back and forth, The waitress took a seat in front of him, nodding her head to Max...the dancer. "Nancy was hurt when you left, 'far as anyone is concerned you used her, hurt her, and now you probably don't got more then a minute before one of these men realize who you are and pound you for what you did to her...of course, you know the deal. Pounding would be a loose term."

"Look miss, I don't know who you think I am, but I haven't been here before. And that girl -- woman, on stage isn't a Nancy. She's a Max."

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Max stood up, trying to get rid of the dizzy feeling that ended up with her right back on the ground, ripping another hole in her already seriously messed up jeans. She looked at her hands after she rubbed her head, a leathery feeling that could only be one thing...her biker gloves. Looking around quickly, she couldn't find her ninja anywhere with in sight. Looking back up at the two men gawking at her, she tried to stand up again, this time the younger, but taller of the two helping her up, even steadying her. "I'm not Nancy and you need to stop fucking around with me, Alec. I'm not in the mood." She glared at the man staring at her in amazement, then at the other who was letting her steady herself on his shoulder. (Which happened to be a stretch, even for the 5'7 X5) "And once again, who the hell are you?"

The older one (Alec, as far as she was concerned.) was getting on the defensive, a look on his face that would clearly state to anyone he was getting frustrated, even pissed. "Okay, if you're not Nancy who the fuck are you"
"Don't pull that shit Alec. I know you're pissed at me but you gotta' let it go sometime, Pretty boy." Big mistake.

His eyes flashed dangerous to the point the man helping her held out his hand as he stepped rapidly towards her. "Dean, back off, man. She's obviously had an accident, her memory might be off right now. Chill." Letting out a snort like a bull, Dean Obliged. Taking a step back and a large breath with it. "Dean, you're name is Dean?" she raised an eyebrow, finally deciding to play along. If Alec had pay someone good money to make good on his little pretend world, she wasn't going to mess it up. She owed him and she knew it.

"Yeah, mind informing me of your name, sweetheart?" He was being sarcastic, at least with the sweetheart part. His nostrils were flaring, his eyes narrowed at her and only her. She'd let him have his little game, but she wasn't changing for any man, at least not this one. "Max," she said weakly.

Dean exchanged a highly pissed look at the other man (she had yet to hear his name). Then back at her, raising a finger to the man holding her up, he gave her an I-know-all look and nodded to him. "That's Sam. You know him"
"I don't"
"You do, Nancy."