Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Supernatural, Dark Angel or any of their characters.
This is set during season 5 of Supernatural and season 2 of Dark Angel.
I decided that the pulse did happen, but it only affected big cities like Seattle and New York the most. Other small cities and towns, while they were slightly affect, like having all there systems wiped, didn't fall apart like the bigger cities did. (I hope that makes sense).
(Dean and Sam are still wanted by the FBI, but the search for them has been put on hold while they get there cities working again).
Please enjoy :)
Chapter 1.
Utah, Layton.
Some crappy motel room.
(Alec/3rd person).
Feeling a slightly painful throbbing on the back of his head, Alec starts to wake up.
Hearing unfamiliar voices, he decides to fake unconsciousness to try and get an understanding of the situation and to try and remember what happened.
He remembered a bar and beating a bunch of suckers at pool, wiping them clean of their money.
He remembered trying to get as drunk as his transgenic genes would let him... And then seeing double, literally.
He remembered turning around and facing someone who look just like him... Another transgenic?
Alec decides to focus on the voices in the room.
"I don't get it Sammy. How the hell does this thing...guy, have my face if he's not a shape-shifter or a demon" a deep, frustrated voice says.
"I don't know Dean, but he passed the tests. That guy's not supernatural. He's normal" another voice says.
Alec catches himself before he sniggers. Normal...Ha! Yeah right. He's far from normal.
However, he back tracks on what the first one said. Shape-shifter? Demon? Great...He's been taken by some sort of cult thing.
Keeping up the sleeping charade, Alec trys to make himself aware of his surroundings.
He's lying down, most likely on a bed from the feeling of it. However he can feel that his wrists were bound with handcuffs...most likely to the head board.
It was sometime between early and mid-morning, so he's been out for a good 10ish hours.
From what he could tell, it was just him and the 2 other guys in the room, most likely a motel room from the slightly damp, moldy smell.
He hears a pair of feet move closer to him.
"Sam! What the hell are you doing" the voice, who must be Dean says.
"Look, he's human. While it's extremely weird that he looks just like you, but younger, he's still human" the Sam guy says has it feels like he's un-cuffing him, "He's probably going to wake up soon and he'll most likely freak out if when he wakes up, he's hand cuffed in a strange room with 2 strange guys".
After he feel's his hands being freed, Sam walks away and Alec decides to give it 10 or 15 minutes before 'waking up'.
... ... ...
(Sam and Dean/3rd person).
"Okay, so if we're going with the idea that this 'guy' is human... Why the hell does he have my face" Dean sighs.
"They are other, natural, reason as to why he looks like you" Sam says.
"Yeah, like?"
"Well I have to ideas. Neither of which your going to like".
Dean just gives Sam a look telling him to get on with it because he's losing his patience.
"He could be our brother-"
"Sam" Dean says sternly.
"Dean. Come on. Be realistic, we know dad wasn't a saint, or did you forget about Adam already".
"What's your other idea".
"Uh...well...We know Angels can time travel".
"Yeah, and?"
"And, what if this guy if from the future..."Sam said slowly.
"That doesn't explain why he looks like me".
"Well, actually it does. I mean, think about all the women you've been with. If he's from the future..." Sam trails off.
Dean thinks for a moment before understanding exactly what Sam was getting at.
"No"
"Dean-"
"No, freakin way is he my future kid".
"Why not? I mean, with our lives, stranger things have happened".
"Because...Because...I don't have a kid".
Sam just raises his eyebrows with a smirk on his face, "Dean... as you've pointed out. He look's just like you. Either he's dad's kid or he's you future kid".
"Sto-" Dean begins before getting cut of by a groan.
Both Sam and Dean whip their heads to the bed and watch the young man gingerly sit up.
Rubbing the back of his head the young man mutters, "Bloody hell".
"Hey, how are you feeling?" Sam asks.
"Like shit" the guy glared at Sam and Dean, "Where the hell am I, and who the hell are you?"
"I'm Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean. This is a motel room. We, uh... found you passed out close by and we thought we'd bring you in".
Sam added their last name to see if it the young man had a reaction to it, but he didn't.
... ... ...
(Alec/3rd person).
Alec had to admit, if it wasn't for the slight pause and stutter, it would have been a reasonable lie that would have tricked most people.
Unfortunately for these guys, he wasn't like most people. But he'd play along.
"Thanks" Alec says getting rid of the glare.
"And you are?" his look alike asks, with a hard voice.
"Alec" he paused before saying, "Alec McDowell".
"How old are you?"
Alec raises his eyebrows at that question. Truthfully, he's not a hundred percent sure how old he is, as Manticore didn't really do birthdays. He knows he around 19 to 21 years old, but he can't get any closer then that.
"Why does that matter?" Alec asks.
"Just answer".
"How old are you?" Alec counters and smirks when Dean glares at him.
"Kid I swear-"
"I'm 19" Alec decides to go with the youngest option of age, in hopes that the younger he is the nicer these guys would act towards him, "and i'm not a kid".
"19?" Dean smirks at him before saying, "damn, you got a baby face".
Alec openly glares at him and Sam decides to step in.
"Dean... That's your face too. You insult his looks, your insulting yourself too".
"Shut up Sam" Dean's smirk is wiped clean off his face.
"Yeah, uh... Thanks for bringing that up" Alec says, continuing to play dumb, "Why do you look like me?"
"That's what we want to know" Dean says crossing his arms.
Alec had come to the decision while faking sleep earlier, that... Well, one; these guys were crazy with that demon and future travelling talk. And, two; that the one who looked like him, Dean, must not be a transgenic after all.
One reason why, is that Dean is older. Now while he could be from an older X-series, it's doubtful because he looks to old to even be from the X-1 series.
The other reason is that at no point was the topic of transgenic brought up by either of these men, bring Alec to the conclusion that they must not know about it. Which means it's highly un-likely that Dean is a transgenic.
Which leaves the only other option...
Alec had some how managed to stumble into his DNA donor.
Finding your DNA donor was literally a one in a million chance. Each of the X-5 series and the ones after them, had DNA donors, and Manitcore didn't just grab random peoples DNA.
They carefully selected the donors from around the world to find perfect donors to create soliders with.
Alec's DNA donor could have been from anywhere in the world, yet somehow he had managed to find him... And it wasn't even on purpose.
Alec must have spaced out, because suddenly Dean appears in his face in his face waving his hand.
He moves back, "dude? Ever heard of personal space?"
"Yeah, well it looked like you were just in space" Dean says moving back.
Covering up his spacing, Alec says sarcastically, "Well can you blame me? It's not every day you meet some random dick who looks like you".
"Seriously kid-" Dean starts.
"Once again, not a freakin kid" Alec growled.
"Yeah, and once again you have a baby face-".
"Need I remind you, my face seem's to be a lot like your face" Alec smirked.
"Which get's us back to what we want to know" stepping in Sam says, "why do you look like Dean? Your not a demon or a shapeshifter-"
"I'm sorry, did you say demon?...and shapeshifter?"Alec remember he was supposed to have been still knocked out so he plays along and pretend its the first he's heard of shapeshifters and demons, "Okay...so you two are clearly metal ward escapees".
"Just shut you mouth for two minutes kid" Dean says.
Sharing a glance at Dean, Sam decides to ask, "Your dad's name wouldn't happen to be John Winchester? Would it?"
Alec just raises an eyebrow at him, making Dean annoyed.
"Kid! Answer the damn question".
"Sorry, but I thought you wanted me to be quiet for two minutes?" Alec smirked.
"He really is you 10 years ago" Sam laughs, but covers it with a cough as Dean glares at him.
"Stop being a smart ass and answer the question. Who are your parents?"
"Not who you're thinking" Alec says.
"Who are we thinking?" Sam asks.
"I'm not your dad's kid or your kid" Alec looks at Dean.
"How did you-".
"I have really good hearing and I may have woken up a little earlier then you thought" Alec once again smirks.
"Okay, but still, who are your parents".
Alec shrugs, "Dunno, never really had any".
"Hold on. If you don't know who your parents are, then how do you know that i'm not your dad, or John's your dad?" Dean asks.
"Well, I ain't your kid cuz there's kind of an age issue. I seriously doubt you were getting it on when you were, what?, 10...11? And don't say time travel, or else i'm going to think your even more crazy then before".
"Trust me kid, in our line of work, time travel ain't that crazy" Dean says.
Shaking his head, Alec mutters, "I've been kidnapped by crazy people. Maxie will have a laugh when she hears this" standing up Alec says, "look i'll just be on my way".
"Alec, please just work with us for a second" Sam looks at Alec.
"What the hell's he doing with his face?" Alec asks Dean.
"That's his puppy-dog face" Dean smirks.
"Yea, well make him stop. It's weird" Alec heads for the door only to get blocked by Dean.
"Sit down kid" Dean glare at him.
"Look, I don't want to have to hurt you guys, even though you did knock me out and kidnap me, but I will if you don't move out of my way" Alec says before realizing he just let them know the he knew their story on how they found him was a lie and he knew the truth.
"What?" Sam says, "We didn't knock-"
"Dude, I was drunk, but not that drunk" Alec says, giving up some of the charade, "Now let me go or I will be forced to have to kick your asses".
Dean smirks, "I'm pretty sure last time, we kick your ass kid",
"Trust me, you only got the best of me, cuz I was plastered and tired. In my sober state you don't stand a chance".
"You think so tough guy" Dean raises his eyebrows.
"Oh, I know so".
Dean let's out a small laugh, "Just sit your ass down before I make you".
Sighing and shaking his head, "I said I didn't want to do this, but you leave me no choice".
Before Dean can understand what's happening, he's suddenly looking at the ceiling with the wind knocked out of him.
Dean starts to stand up only to get knocked down again, when Sam's body collides into him, sending them both to the ground, wheezing.
"I'm actually really sorry about this...but it's for your own good and safety" Alec sighs as he bends down next to Sam and Dean and reaches his hands out to the pressure points on their necks, "but, think of this as karma and pay back. Plus, at least I did wack you over the head to knock you out".
Black dots swarm both brother's vision, till total darkness took over.
The next thing either of them remember, is waking up on the floor, with stiff necks and empty wallets...
2 Weeks Earlier...
Washington, Seattle (Max just broke Alec out of jail for Ben's murders.
Max's apartment.
(Alec/3rd person).
"So the thing that's got me worried is I can't exactly use "Well, I was locked up in a secret government facility" as my alibi" Alec says.
"Guess not" Max sighs.
"Hey, maybe Logan could pull one of his little, uh..." Alec pauses as he remembers Max's phone call from Crash, "Oh my God- -Logan. Is he all right?
"He's fine. Joshua came through".
Relaxing, Alec say, "Oh, good. Logan could use a little canine plasma to loosen him up".
Max gives him an un-amused look, while making coffee.
"Just kidding, Max. Come on, you know I love Logan. I mean, not the way you love him, it's just...well, he's okay. Right?"
Max nods uncomfortably.
"...So what's the problem?"
"I'm not going to see him anymore".
"Any more this week?"
"Ever. I can't risk it. And I don't want to hear an 'I told you so'."
"No, I wasn't going to".
"Coffee?" Max says changing the subject.
"Yeah, sure" Alec pauses before continuing "listen, since we're already knee-deep in painful subjects...tell me about him. About Ben".
Smiling sadly Max says, "when we were kids, back at Manticore, he always wanted answers for everything. You know? Why we were there, what was outside. So he would make up these fantastic stories to explain things. Somehow it made us feel...loved. Like we weren't all alone".
"Sounds like a nice kid. What went wrong?"
"After we escaped, it was like there were too many things in this world he didn't have answers for".
Max pauses, lost in thought.
"I don't know. He just...lost it".
Max turns to get a couple of coffee mugs, then stares into space.
"Hey, you okay?" Alec asks.
"I'm fine".
She sits down. Alec rounds the island counter to stand next to her.
"Max, what is it?"
"...We were in the woods. He was hurt. Manticore was closing in on us. He didn't want to go back there".
"Reindoctrination. Or worse".
"...I killed him" Max says quietly, causing Alec to look at her in surprise, "he asked me to, so I did... And then I ran. I saved myself. And I just left his body there for them to take away".
Tears run down Max's cheeks. Alec puts an arm around her shoulders and kisses the top of her hair.
"Max, I'm sorry".
... ... ...
Max and Alec walk out of Max's apartment building together.
"You better lay low until we get this whole mistaken-identity thing sorted out" Max says.
"Yeah...Or maybe I should just leave Seattle for a while".
Max raises an eyebrow, "Leave?"
"Just for a while, till things cool off" Alec says, "Hell, maybe i'll make a few appearances around the country, and get White off your back for a while".
Max rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
"Well, thanks for saving my butt, again. Must be hard, huh? Having me around? Some guy with Ben's face, making you think about things you'd rather forget?"
"Yeah. That's probably why I'm such a bitch to you sometimes" Max admits.
Alec looks to the ground "maybe".
After pausing Alec looks back up and puts an arm around Max.
"Or, you know, maybe 'cause I'm such a pain in the ass sometimes" Alec grins.
Max smiles and lets out a small laugh. Alec starts to walk away.
"Be careful".
Looking over his shoulder, Alec says "Always".
13 Days Later (1 Day Before)...
Utah, Layton.
Some bar.
(Alec/3rd person).
Alec was sat down at the bar spending some of the money he won from the games of pool he had played earlier.
He had already put enough a way for a motel, so he decided to put the rest of it to good use.
Now, while transgenic's have a much higher tolerance for things like alcohol, Alec had already drunk enough to have killed his liver twice over, if he was normal.
But as he was not normal, he was only just starting to feel the alcohol kick in.
Plus it didn't help that, while, once again, transgeneics didn't need as much sleep as ordinaries, Alec was defiantly lacking in sleep.
While he could normally handle a lack of sleep thanks to his genes, there was only so long that even a transgenic could last before sleep exhaustion caught up to them... And Alec was reaching his limit.
Turns out it was harder getting out of Seattle then he thought it would have been, and getting them off his tail had also been surprisingly harder then he thought it would have been.
Then there where the dreams and thoughts that plagued his mind since Max had told him about his psycho twin.
Now he could totally understand why Manticore had thrown him into psy-ops for 6 months.
But still, even though Manticore had given him the all clear... He couldn't stop himself from wondering if maybe... Maybe the crazy gene was in him and it was just waiting to be triggered...
Alec hadn't felt his mind race this much for along time, and because he was tired, he couldn't even think it all through properly.
...That's probably why he didn't notice that for the past hour, 2 pairs of eyes had been watching him, and just ordered another drink.
... ... ...
(Sam and Dean/3rd person).
"I'm just saying Dean, I doubt very much that it's a shapeshifter considering he looks younger then you do" Sam says in a hushed tone.
"Then how do you explain why that thing has my face" Dean says, barely taking his eye's off the young man that shared his face.
"I don't know" Sam sighs.
They had finished a hunt Arizona and were making their way back to Bobby's. Having been on the road for a while they had decide to stop in this town fo the night. Dean being Dean, decided he need a drink and more cash...and maybe some pretty legs...
...Only for all of those things to go out of the window pretty soon after they had stepped into the bar, as across the room they spotted Dean...or, well, a younger Dean.
"I hate it when things steal my face. I mean, I get that i'm a handsome guy, but the only time i want to see my face, is in the mirror. Not on some other things body".
Sam sighs and shakes his head.
Dean bumps his arm, "I think it's leaving".
Sam looks to see the... Whatever the hell it is, standing up from the bar stool it had been sat on and sling on a jacket.
Dean nods his head slightly and Sam get's the message: wait for it outside, then get it.
Getting up themselves, Sam and Dean exit quickly.
... ... ...
(Alec/3rd person).
Figuring he should leave while he still had some parts of his brain sober and working, and while he still had some cash, Alec stands up and throws on his jacket.
He stumbles slightly on his first few steps before regaining himself.
Thanks to his high drinking tolerance and his super genes, his half drunken state will be gone with in an hour or two... Hopefully he could find a motel quickly and be able to get to sleep before all the alcohol wears off.
Walking out the door, Alec hears the crunching of foot steps behind him, but his drunk brain doesn't let him register that the foot steps he hears are right behind him.
"Hey, handsome" he hears from behind.
Even in his half drunk state, Alec cockily thinks it's him the voice is talking too.
Turing around Alec suddenly wonders just how drunk he is, as he comes face to face with himself.
However, before he can think about exactly what the hell is going on, he feels a sudden, sharp pain on the back of his head and he feels himself fall face first , as his vision goes black.
I hope you enjoyed this first chapter.
Other chapters after this may not be quite as long as this one, I just really wanted to set the story. Also the next chapter, and the chapters after it, won't jump back and forth like this one did. They will be more straight forward.
While I know the story is set in season 5 of supernatural, I haven't decided where exactly it will fit in just yet.
Anyway, like I said, I hope you like this story. It would be nice if you could please favorite and just take a minute to review.
Thanks for reading :)