A/N: Hi people. This is my first story for Family Ties and Spin City, and though I'm a huge Michael J Fox fan, I don't know everything about all the characters of all the series he's played in, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes. I'm also only a beginning writer, and English is not my first language, so there might be a few mistakes when it comes to grammatica.

This also really is a Family Ties – Spin City crossover, even though the first chapter may not look like it. Constructive criticism is very much appreciated, flames are not. Enjoy!

Nikki, Stacey and James were running. Not for sports, or for fun, but for their lives.

They had been trying to convince a rather violent gang of motor-people to move their 'headquarters' to a place where not quite as much people lived as at their current location, when James had accidentally insulted one of them. As it turned out, the guy hadn't liked that very much. The way to their cars had been blocked, so now they were running.

Even though there lived rather a lot people in this neighbourhood, right now the streets were deserted. Everyone had heard the noise the motors of the gang made, and had locked themselves in. There wasn't a single car parked on the street either, because everyone knew it wouldn't last long anyway.

So there was no-one to help James, Stacy and Nikki. The only way they'd managed to evade the people chasing them was by running through small alleyways where the motors couldn't get. But they were hopelessly lost, and the gangsters knew every single inch of the neighbourhood.

"That way!" Nikki yelled.

"No, it's a dead end! That way!" Stacy yelled back.

"I can't keep this up much longer…" James complained.

"This is all your fault, so just keep running!" Stacy shouted over her shoulder to James, who was trailing behind. Suddenly, she saw a possible escape.

"Over there, quick! I'm sure these people won't mind if we borrow their car." She halted next to the grey vehicle.

"Are you crazy? We can't steal a car!" James protested.

"Were borrowing it. Besides, would you rather get shot?" Nikki asked him.

"No… but it's probably locked anyways."

Stacy tried the door. It was one of those weird doors that open upwards, and it was open.

"Quick, get in!" She pushed James in the car, Nikki following behind. Then Stacy crawled in herself.

Whoever was the owner of the car had used the backseats to build some kind of scientific machine, by the looks of it. But Stacy really couldn't care less right now, she had other things on her mind – like staying alive. Nikki and James could, however, because the two of them sat cramped on the passenger seat, uncomfortably close.

The noise of the motors was getting dangerously loud, and just before they came around the corner, Stacy fired up the engine and hit the gas.

"Stacy, quicker!" Nikky shouted.

"They're closing in!" This came from James, who was looking through the rear window.

Stacy got the car to go faster and faster, until it hit 88 miles an hour – then there suddenly was a flash of white light, and when they could see the outside world again, it had changed – not at all where they had been a minute ago…