DISCLAIMER: I don't own Dark Angel, Supernatural, or Sin City

AN: For those who haven't seen Supernatural or Sin City, Dean Winchester is a hunter of the paranormal played by Jensen Ackles, or Alec. Natalie is a dancer at a bar played by Jessica Alba, or Max.

Max didn't know how long she had been swimming in this blackness. All she knew was that it was safe, warm, and a whole hell of a lot better than her real life – especially when he would talk to her.

She couldn't understand him, and she didn't know who he was, but he made her feel…

Well, to be honest, Max wasn't sure how he made her feel- it hurt to think that hard. But she did know that she liked the particular feeling that he provoked.

She was sure she hadn't felt it before. Happiness, joy, hope…peace? Maybe a mixture of all those.

There was one emotion she refused to name: Love.

For how could she love someone until she knew them?

No Max refused to say she was in love with this unnamable person she referred to as he.

So she just bid her time, enjoying the feelings she felt when he was around.

Sometimes other people would come, but they were just a distant thought, like the breeze. Unexpected pleasure, but always drifting on, far, far away. They came, and they went, and she didn't give them anymore thought than she would the wind.

And it was like that until he came back, her sun, something that always brightened her day.

She was only sad when he was gone. The others didn't really affect her. She could live on and thrive without the wind, but she would wither and wilt without her sun.

That's all that mattered in Max's head. Her sun.

Sometimes he would be upset, and she wanted desperately to comfort him, but every time she would venture even a smidgen out of her peaceful mind, she was thwarted with memories of and awful and pain-filled life.

She would close the door violently, and be smothered in the darkness once again, until her sun brightened it up.

She had wondered how long it would go on like this. Was she always going to stay here, hiding from herself? Afraid to face her life.

Max knew that to get out of here she would have to face all those memories because deep down she accepted that to go back, she would have to remember who she was.

Thoughts like this plagued her until one day. Her sun came as usual, but there was something terribly wrong. He sounded so upset. Her felt so bad that she did something drastic.

She tentatively opened her barrier.

Immediately she was bombarded with memories, thoughts. Some were just still pictures, while others were more like movie clips.

The ones of kids were mostly black and white: training on mats, holding her breath under water, stories of the high place.

Voices echoed around in her head as she watched her childhood horrors play out.

We're wolves in sheep's clothing.

Stay out of his way Maxie, or he'll come for you too.

X5-599, I've got a heart for you.

Max just barely managed to close them off. It was just too painful.

She listened desperately to hear his voice.

"I guess I have to go now…"

What? She didn't want her sun to go away. The darkness she hadn't minded before, started closing in on her.

"I love you Maxie."

She felt something warm on her lips.

Suddenly, she didn't care if she had no clue who her sun was, she was in love with him.

That's right Max Guevera was in love damn-it! And nothing was going to stand in her way now.

She glared at her barrier defiantly, knowing what was lurking on the other side, but not caring one bit.

Bring it on bitch!

Max was immediately engulfed and swept away in her memories; her sun left her thoughts completely. She had to face these by herself.

It was excruciating. Every pain, every thought, every feeling she had ever experienced was now bombarding through her.

In a matter of seconds she had relived her whole life. She remembered Zack. She remembered Ben. She remembered Lydecker, Normal, Sketchy, Mole, Joshua, Cindy, Logan…and she remembered Alec.

She remembered everything.

Even why she was here.

It was suddenly over, and she felt she could take a breath for the first time.

She inhaled, but gagged on something in her throat. She coughed and sputtered, trying to breathe, but she was choking.

In her panic, she vaguely heard someone approach her bed, but they hesitated as if unsure.

I'm choking, damn it, get your ass in gear.

The tube-like thing was removed from her throat and she gasped, catching her breath.

When she had it under control, she opened her eyes for the first time in…a while.

Logan?

She was upset. He was her sunshine.

He had his hand on her cheek and was looking at her with this gleam in his eye that she couldn't quite place.

Max broke the stare when she glared at something that was beeping crazily. She realized that it was her heart monitor.

Logan looked at it too, and without moving the hand that was on her face, flipped it off. He turned around and faced her again.

After she got over her initial disappointment, she found that she was able to place the gleam that was in his eye, and it both scared and disgusted her.

Lust.

How could he be thinking about that in a time like this?

Something was off here. She couldn't quite place it, but Logan was offering no help. He seemed content to keep his hand on her cheek and let her figure it out herself.

The virus!

Max's eyes widened and she threw his hand away from her.

"Are you out of your mind?" she croaked weakly. "Why the hell'd you do that?"

She studied him, waiting to see the inevitable bumps that would appear, the deadly sign to his demise, but nothing.

He was just grinning.

She watched him for another minute before she opened her mouth to ask.

Logan beat her to it though, "I found the cure."

Max felt immediate relief, and then, "You ass! You could've told me that before I had the nervous breakdown!!"

Logan held up his hands in a placating gesture, but Max didn't want to be calmed down, "NO! you know what, I just woke up from a coma, and you have the nerve-"

She broke off mid-rant as something fell from her arms and landed on the bed. She looked at it, silently.

"Y-you got me a teddy bear?" Logan was quiet. When she went to look at him she noticed something from the corner of her eye.

She turned to it. What she saw there finally brought the tears out that she had been holding back since the teddy bear.

"How did you know my favorite was white daisies?"

Logan just stayed silent. Not really lying, but knowingly letting her assume that he had. It seemed to make her happy anyway.

Max leaned forward and pulled him into a hug, which he obliged to happily.

He looked up and thought he saw Alec standing in the door, but he convinced himself that it was just his conscious playing tricks on him.

Max leaned back, breaking the hug. She suddenly realized where Logan's misplaced lust had come from. Of course he would feel that; he had touched her for the first time in two years.

She may not want sex right now, but she figured that Logan had every right to feel that way. He was a guy, after all.

"So…" Max said breaking the silence, "Where is everybody?"

Logan answered automatically; too busy staring at her face, "I don't know. I just got here."

Max stiffened imperceptibly, "Where were they yesterday?"

"Max, I just got back from Russia today," he explained with a slight, but condescending tone.

Did I just make him up? I know he was here longer than that.

Logan seemed to realize her troubled thoughts, "Something wrong?"

"No, it's just- …never mind," she shook her head.

Max blurted out her next sentence before she could stop herself, "Where's Alec?"

Max closed her eyes. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Every 'stupid' was accompanied with a mental smack to the forehead.

Logan stiffened, "Uh…I'm sure I can find him for you."

"No, no," Max hastened to assure, "I'm sure if he'll drop by eventually…if he cares, that is," she muttered.

Logan nodded, but he heard what she had mumbled. He cares more than you know.

Logan heard from Mia that he had been here everyday. He even spent the night sometimes, falling asleep in the hard plastic chair, with his head next to Max on her bed.

He glanced guiltily at the bear and flowers that he claimed he had given her.

He cares a lot more than you know.

You see that, ladies and gentleman? It's known as many names: Logan Cale…Eyes Only…Roller Boy (chuckles)…but right now, I'm calling it: That stupid manipulating git!!

Okay I gotta go to bed now (gotta get up early) so that's probably it for tonight (unless something really inspiring hits me while I'm in the shower), but you know the deal, review if you love me! Uh, or hate me, I guess…although I wouldn't like reading flames as much as compliments.