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.

Boo-yah, it's finally here, the cross-over. Enjoy, and tip me with a review…please?

Mia waited until dark before she decided it was safe enough to make her move. She decided to visit Max first. Max was known to be unpredictable and a wild card, but right now, she was the easier to get, and then she could focus all of her attention on Alec.

She also knew that on some level, Alec had kind of accepted that he had feelings for Max; therefore, it would take Max longer to come to her senses. It only made sense to give her a head start.

Mia was surprised to find her asleep. Max was infamous for having shark DNA, sleeping as little as one hour a day for weeks on end. When she was close enough, she spied tear stains on her cheeks. Max had cried her self until she fell asleep.

Mia needed eye contact though, if she was going to be able to make the connection strong enough for the trance she was looking for. She readied herself, and then jutted her hip into the side of the bed. Max woke with a start, gasping softly. Mia eyes bore into hers, not giving Max a chance to think about anything.

Mia watched as her eyes glossed over, before rolling back into her head. She slumped back against the bed, head hitting the wall with a slight bump. Mia winced. She gently helped Max into a more comfortable position and covered her up.

Mia straightened and brushed imaginary dust off her hands. She smirked with pride and satisfaction; that was a heck of a lot easier than she had thought.

The light streaming in from the hall broke with shadows. Her eyes darted to the door, and got the shock of her life when she saw Alec heading straight for the room. He hadn't noticed her yet, he was brooding almost angrily. She knew she had no time to leave, so she glanced around frantically and quickly found her hiding spot just as Alec entered the room. Mia watched, curious beyond belief. What was Alec doing in Max's room if they were in the middle of WW III.

She decided to watch for just a little bit, totally not eavesdropping. Then she would put him under too. It wasn't like she had to hunt him down now.

Alec was mad. He was supposed to be mad at Max, or hell, even Logan, but instead he was mad at himself.

For some reason Alec just couldn't bring himself to leave without seeing her one more time. He really shouldn't want to see her at all. Max may not have realized it, but she had hurt him, bad.

So here he was, lurking in the hall of the hospital, right outside Max's door.

He inhaled deeply, and entered Max's room. It was dark in there, which he expected, but he didn't count on Max being asleep. He was both surprised and relieved.

He walked up to her bed, his face not showing any emotion. He stopped three feet from her bed and pulled up a chair-the chair, the chair he had sat in faithfully by her side. He had to smirk at the irony of the whole thing. He had been so patient, fought so hard to keep from losing Max, but now he was willing to leave her.

His eyes landed on her face. She looked so vulnerable and innocent when she was asleep, although you could tell by the way her eyebrows were creased that she was still troubled in her dreams. She flipped over and mumbled his name, frustrated.

Alec stilled, wondering if she really was awake. When she didn't open her eyes, he let out his breath and realized how screwed up their relationship would be; they even fought each other in their sleep.

Maybe they just weren't meant to be.

He brushed his hand across her forehead with a sigh. Something startled him from behind. He turned his head, and only had time to catch a glimpse of a pair of hypnotic eyes mere inches from his own, before everything slowed. His vision was being replaced with black, and he was vaguely aware that he was falling forward in his chair. His head landed with a little bounce right on top of Max's stomach. The last thing he saw was Max's face, before the blackness closed in.

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Before he opened his eyes, he knew something was off. The air in Max's hospital room was dry and warm; here, it was cool and damp, either late night or early morning. It also smelled a little rank, like rotting flesh.

His eyes shot open, taking in his surroundings quickly. He was in an alley. It was dark and covered in potholes. The potholes had filled when it rained and they now reflected the light coming from a bar at the end. He was at a dead end, entrapped in brick walls. The only way was forward.

He wondered momentarily if he had lost his mind, before he gave a careless shrug. He decided that if he was going insane like brother Ben, then he might as well humor his self.

He started towards the bar. As he got closer, he realized that he wasn't in Seattle. He had been to all the Seattle bars, and he didn't recognize this one at all. Since transgenics have photographic memory, he deduced that this was not his home town.

He walked in. It was crowded and sparsely lit. There was music playing, a pulsating beat that he could feel vibrating deep in his chest. The tables were full of hard, rugged looking customers, mostly guys. He sat in a bar stool at the counter, which he was surprised to find was almost completely empty. He caught the eye of the bartender.

"What'll it be boy?" she asked in a bored but stern voice.

Alec was taken aback for a second. Usually waitresses flirted like mad with him, old and young ones alike. She scowled at his hesitation.

"I'll be back when you grow some balls," she started to turn dismissively.

"I can assure you that I am not lacking in that area at all," she gave a snort.

"Whatever you say pretty boy."

He glared, but ignored it, "You just surprised me. Usually the female species swoon at me."

She rolled her eyes, "Boy, but you have one heck of an ego."

He frowned, remembering a certain someone who had told him those things. It was a little more believing when he heard it coming from an impartial stranger who held no grudges against him for being Manticore's star soldier.

"I didn't mean it to be arrogant. It just caught me off guard. You actually remind me of a friend of mine, Original Cindy. She's not afraid to tell it to me like it is. It's kind of refreshing."

She gave him a calculating look, sizing him up. Alec held her stare boldly, refusing to give in and look away. She must have found what she was looking because she the smallest flash of smile grace her face, before she looked around at where she was and returned her face into it's emotionless mask.

"You gotta name, kid?"

Alec scowled at her, "Alec, and quit calling me kid. I'm not much younger than you."

She looked at him for a long moment, "Maybe age-wise, but you're not from around here. I can tell. You have this innocence to you that no one else does, except maybe Nancy. Even there, she's still seen a lot more than you have."

Alec snorted rudely, but the waiter didn't change her statement or even look like she wanted to take it back.

"Listen, lady," he emphasized, mockingly, "You have no right to make any assumptions like that – besides, I've probably been through more of a hell than you can imagine."

She just held his gaze.

Alec rolled his eyes, but let it go, "I'll have a scotch."

"Name's Daisy," she turned and poured his drink. She smirked slightly, "Here you go big boy, one…scotch."

The way she said it made it come out mockingly, like it was some sort of pansy martini…which led to him bragging about how he could hold his liquor than anyone here.

Daisy smiled at him in a way that clearly said 'Bull-shit' but she said, "I'm sure you could."

Alec sighed. "Give me the best you got."

She shrugged her shoulders and called out, "Marv!"

The floor vibrated slightly as the footsteps drew closer. Alec visibly gulped. As he turned to take in this goliath of a man, he was grabbed by the throat and hauled out of his stool roughly.

A deep voice growled, "This boy botherin' you?"

Daisy smiled, as if this whole thing was amusing, "No Marv, down boy."

There was a slight pause where Alec was sure Marv was glaring at her, before he was dropped back onto his stool. He gulped in breaths of air, while the two continued on talking as if nothing had happened. It seemed like Daisy was making sure that Marv understood Alec was a friend and didn't need a beating.

"You shitting me? This boy thinks he can take me on?" Marv, whom Alec was referring to as the giant, turned his attention on him.

He cleared his throat and spoke in a hoarse voice, "I'm not a boy," the giant rolled his eyes at this, but Alec, who was getting used to this, continued, "And I could take four of you on."

Transgenics don't get drunk anyway.

Daisy and the giant Marv shared a conspiring smile. Daisy pulled out some old beat up bottle.

Alec's eyebrows disappeared into his hairline, "What's that?"

"Homebrew. Made it myself. It's the only thing strong enough to get Marv here even the slightest of a buzz."

Marv gave him a slap on the back, "We can water it down to make it fair-"

"No need," Alec stopped him and nodded at Daisy. She poured the shots and the game started.

Ten minutes later and eight shots later, Alec, Marv, and Daisy were all carrying on as if they had been friends for years.

"I have to say Alec," Daisy had stopped calling him Alec after he downed the first three shots, one right after the other, "No one has ever come close to Marv, let alone beat his record."

Marv grinned, "You're alright kid."

Marv didn't. But Alec was not about to correct him. This man was truly a god. He had as many shots as Alec had, but wasn't the slightest bit intoxicated. Alec wisely decided Marv was not a man to mess with.

They decided that it was a tie, and ended idly drinking and talking. So far, Alec had deducted that this was, indeed, not Seattle, and he also was slightly suspicious that it wasn't even the same year.

When the conversation stopped, Alec took the moment to once again glance at the empty bar counter.

"How come no one's drinking?"

Daisy looked at him funny, "They are."

"I mean, why aren't they at the counter?"

"Nancy's here tonight," she said knowingly, as if that clarified everything.

"Uh…Nancy?"

Marv nodded towards the back of the bar where there was a crowd of men gathered around a stage.

Understanding flitted across Alec's face as he took in the performer. She had leather chaps, a diamond studded bra, and long bleach blonde hair…hot- no, perfect body. She swayed and moved with the beat while working the rope like a goddess. He felt himself drooling along with all the other male onlookers until she spun around.

His breath caught and all he could do was stare, open-mouthed.

"Max!?"

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The last thing she remembered was being in her hospital bed – not fully dressed, and riding her baby, which was supposedly crashed.

Max almost wrecked it again, so great was her joy that it was back to its perfect condition. She had to pull over and stop until she calmed down.

When she had calmed she got back on and drove to the nearest town. When she had read the name she became worried.

Blackwater Ridge. Lost Creek, Colorado.

She pulled into the first place she saw, which was a small gas station. It was kind of run down which Max was used to. What she wasn't used to was gas at 3.69 a gallon. In Seattle it was about 8.15 a gallon.

Unnerved, Max parked her baby and practically ran into the gas station. She wasn't sure why, but she let out a deep breath when she saw that there was an old man running the register.

For a second, she thought that maybe she was the only one left on Earth.

He smiled at her, "Ello liddel lady, wha kin I git ya?"

"Ya, that sign out there said this was…" she gestured with his hands to continue.

He beamed proudly, "Marty's Gas, fam'ly owned since 1968-"

"Not that," she interrupted impatiently, "I mean, is this really Lost Creek, Colorado?"

"Sure is, yunggin…why dya ask?"

Max thought quickly, "I thought I was lost, but I guess I'm not anymore." She smiled brilliantly, dazzling the poor old man silly.

"Well, dats right good news der. Don't want our yunggins getting lost on us oldfolk."

Max turned around and took her first look at the store. She thought her mouth was going to hit the ground. She was sure she heard a hallelujah chorus.

Stacked neatly, rows upon heavenly rows, was- well, everything. Potato chips, beef jerky, candy, pop, toothpaste?

This store was just like the stories she heard about before the Pulse. Everything stocked. Everything full. Everything clean.

She seemed to float her way down the aisles.

She suddenly stopped when something caught her eye.

No, it couldn't possibly be-

But it was, sitting right there for her taking. As a matter of fact there were many of them. Max hurriedly grabbed one and raced up to the desk. She slammed it down, scaring the old man out of his reading, and dug frantically around in her pockets. She found two tens and hoped it would cover it. She shoved it at him before she grabbed her purchase back up and shucked the wrapper right there in the store.

The man watched on, amused.

She sniffed its heavenly scent, eyes rolling back into her head in pleasure. She took a tentative bite and groaned.

She had only had a Snicker once in her life. It was right after the Pulse, when she had escaped. She had been in her first store, and didn't have any money, which according to Manticore was how you got stuff. She had waited until the clerk was turned before she swiped it and ran. It was literally heaven.

She finished her bar, licking her fingers clean.

The man cleared his throat, "Your change."

Max's eyes became huge, "Uh…I think you counted wrong."

He was giving her back 19.25. There was no way a Snicker could cost 75 cents. The one she had stole was almost 25 dollars. They didn't make them anymore, all the factories quit working and had been abandoned.

"Yunggin, I may be a lotta things, but daft isn't one of em," He grabbed her hand and placed the change in it. She was frozen for a moment before she nearly blurred down the aisles, filling her arms with as many goods as she could hold.

When she approached the counter again, she couldn't even see to walk. The old man had chuckled warmly.

"Where you from yunggin? You act like you never seen a chocolate bar in your life."

She gave him a strange look, "I don't get out much."

Something was off here. Everything was too cheap. She looked around the store for clues.

"Can I get a newspaper too?"

"Sure thing." He placed the paper on top of her mountain of junk food. He rang it up and she paid.

She walked over to her baby, and stalled by finding somewhere to store three bags of junk food on her baby. She was surprised they all fit in the trunk under her seat.

When Max could stall no longer, she took out the paper, and read the date.

2007?!

She read a few articles, understanding the low prices were from a Pulse-free world, \ before tossing it. She mounted her bike in a daze, the sun shining down on her mockingly happy.

It roared to life and she took off.

She had absolutely no idea what to do. Was she dreaming?

How did she end up in 2007, and why?

She heard horns blaring. She looked up and noticed that she had drifted into the next lane, a semi was coming, and there was a car right next to her. In less than a second she calculated her choices: take a semi head on…or hit the car next to her.

She leaned over fast and sharp, head bouncing off the driver window of the car that had finally noticed her presence. The car jerked right and made room for her to drive down the middle. She just barely fit fully touching the black car next to her, while brushing against the semi as it drove past. When it was past, Max's adrenaline wore off. Her head pulsated and she had just enough time to curse mentally before she slumped forward, dizzy. Her bike lost speed, but fell to the side, throwing her from it as it did violent jumps before skidding to an abrupt stop. Max felt blood flowing from her body as she faded out of consciousness.

When she woke, she heard voices talking in a worried tone.

When she opened her eyes she saw she was lying in front of, if she was right, a black Impala.

She didn't have long to admire the rare classic before she recognized one of the voices.

She spun her head around to face two startled men, "Alec?"

Sorry, I've been busy with school and work, but hey- another chapter down. Review please.