Disclaimer: Don't own Max, Alec, or any of the other people created by James Cameron and the powers that be who own Dark Angel. Tegan, the rest of the Armstrong family, and anything having to do with them is, however, mine.

AN: This is my first Dark Angel fanfic. I've been reading them for awhile and started thinking about what would happen if I combined the Dark Angel universe with one I've had in my head for a long time. This will probably be more than one story. For now, I'll let you read.

Prologue

As the transgenics raised their flag in Terminal City, a young woman rode rapidly down a wooded road outside of Seattle on a motorcycle. She grinned when she saw a van parked on the side of the road, the tall young man it belonged to leaning against it and smoking.

"Trouble?" he called out.

"Nah," she said, pulling up in front of the van and turning the motorcycle off. "Stopped for news on Seattle. Some interesting shit's going on. I'll tell you about it on the way. Oh, and there's a checkpoint up ahead about ten miles."

He sighed as she walked over to him. "Why does this part of the country have a billion checkpoints? It's not like it's more important."

Taking one last drag, he flicked the cigarette onto the road in front of her. With a roll of her eyes, she grinded it under one boot heel.

"Let's get the motorcycle all secure in the van and get going. I'm so sick of these fucking woods and, as much as I love the death out of you, I'd like some interaction with other people."

"Ditto, buddy. Ditto," she said, running over to the bike and pushing it towards the back of the van.

The others had long since left the top of the building. Only Max and Alex remained. Alec sat at the base of the flag pole, looking out at Seattle while Max continued to stare at the flag, her thoughts consuming her.

Alec looked up at her, a grin spreading across his face. "Whatcha thinking about, Maxie? You look pretty absorbed."

She looked down at him in surprise. "Huh?"

"Wow, you were REALLY absorbed in your thoughts huh?"

"Oh, yeah, I guess. I have this feeling. Somebody's coming."

"Now? Like at Jam Pony? They're gonna attack?" he asked, quickly jumping up.

"No, not now but soon and I don't really know. All I know is that somebody's coming."

"Real useful there, Max."

She sighed. "I'm gonna go get some food. You coming?"

"I'll be down later. Oh, and by the way, I would just like you to know that I am completely heartbroken that you have gotten back together with Logan without even informing me, the man you were in a pseudo-relationship with."

Rolling her eyes, Max gave him the finger. "You're an ass," she told him, turning to leave.

"If anybody asks where I am you tell them I'm up here brooding over the loss of my bitch of a girlfriend!" he yelled at her departing back. When she'd left, he chuckled a little then looked out over the city once again, absently wondering who would be coming to Terminal City.