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.

Alec decided he should get a look around. He shook his head with distaste when a voice popped into his head, echoing a training tac from Manticore. It made him uncomfortable knowing that even though Manticore was out, he would never fully be able to escape it. His scowl deepened as he realized that his body had automatically listened to the voice.

He was learning the unkown territory, searching for dangers, scoping out escape routes.

He paused as he came across a man. It would have looked like he was merely taking a quick nap, slumped against the cold brick if it weren't for the brain matter splayed out on the wall, painting out his death in red evidence.

Ouch.

He gave a shake, hoping to clear the image, but every blessing comes with a curse. He really didn't want his photographic memory right now.

He squatted down in front of the unfortunate man. From the front you couldn't see that half his head was gone, only a small red hole the size of a quarter, right between the eyes, indicated something was lethally wrong.

"Well buddy, you know what they say," he said conversationally, eyes flicking down. He pulled some pictures out of the front pocket and started leafing through them, "Better you than me-"

Alec paused, disgusted by the snapshots of the abused girls.

"-or anyone. Sick bastard. Whoever popped you did the world a favor."

He carelessly threw the pictures down, unable to look through them all when he saw a little girl who had familiar doe-eyes. He resumed his search fruitfully, producing a wallet and some dull colored paper.

Casually he began to peruse the wallet.

"Credit cards, stamps,-" his jaw clenched as he tossed aside the condoms. He continued without speaking, trying to keep his temper in check. He came across what he was looking for, though his face remained unchanged. He pulled it out.

"John Rice. Male. Blue eyes. Blah, blah..." his voice drifted off. He almost tossed it aside, but something about the expiration date caught his eye. He stared at it a bit with round eyes.

"2119?!!"

AAAAAAAAAAA

Ten minutes later Alec was still staring at the card, oblivious to the grotesque cadaver not even three feet from him. But as motionless as he was physically, his mental side was going one hundred miles a minute.

A loud shout made him panic. He plastered an innocent look on and was in the zone. He turned, ready to talk his way out of being caught in such a compromising way, but no one was there.

He realized his transgenic hearing had had picked it up from inside the bar. His breath escaped in a puff of relief. Turning back around, he threw the ID down, ignoring it for the moment. The colored paper that he had put aside before, he now realized was the future US currency.

"Well, you weren't mugged...I wonder which one of your female friends finally taught you a lesson."

A quiet gasp came from somewhere behind him. This time he spun around quickly, not bothering to plaster on a smile. Her outline was silhouetted in the doorway, the bright lights catching her platinum hair, creating an cherub like haze around her head.

He was stunned for a minute, unable to speak or move, then the door swung shut. The bright light was cut off, allowing him to finally see the expression of mild horror on her face. She put a hand over her mouth and looked down, squeezing her eyes tightly shut.

He knew he should walk over and try to comfort her, but he couldn't. He was completely thrown out and could not get over how vulnerable Max looked right now. It was so totally out of character that he was in a mild state of shock that even the century-off date couldn't achieve. The fact that he was in the future had only put his mind in hyper-drive, analyzing and meticulously sorting out little snippets of information trying to solve what had happened. That was definitely not shock, it was Manticore training kicking in, giving him a cool head to go about his dilemma and deal with it. But this, the Max look-alike standing in front of him, trying not to scream, had swiped his mind entirely, leaving him utterly blank.

Well, shit.

AAAAAAAA\\

The sun was blaring and bright, almost like a physical blow to her eyes, as she had stepped out of the hotel room past Sam. Now, her eyes had adjusted somewhat, but you could only handle so much when your eyes are accustomed to 364 rainy days a year. While her transgenic retinas were rather useful as they had immediately shifted to accommodate the blinding light, but they were fully retracted and she still felt a headache coming on.

Lush greenery surrounded her on all sides like a protective blanket. It was even so cheesy as to have birds chirping in the gentle breeze that was tickling through.

Max snorted, but on the inside she was in awe. The US really was a land of "milk and honey". It was a nice change. The people were friendly, the air was fresher, the sky bluer- yes, no matter how cliché, the grass was definitely greener.

A small wave of dizziness passed over her and she slowed her walking, taking in big breaths. Never one to waste a moment, no matter how incapacitated, she started cataloging her injuries. Belatedly, she realized that maybe she had done this backwards and should have done this the minute she was conscious. It could have caused a more serious problem than just having to slow down for a second. Those men might well have called the police, and she would have had to fight her way out. For all she knew, she could be bleeding internally with multiple severed nerves. But she had been overwhelmed when she woke up and couldn't really find it in her self to actually feel all the guilty. Besides, after she completed her check-up, she knew it wasn't serious. All she had was severe cases of road rash, and while they hurt like hell and made it look like she just stepped out of a horror movie, they didn't hinder her in any way. She figured the only reason she was still passing out was due to a mixture of the blood loss and bouncing her head off of that Dean guy's car.

She began walking again, opting not to think too hard about anything until she reached her baby. It would calm her down and give her a clear head to see something familiar. Something familiar that didn't act any different now than it did in the past. And this may be stretching it, but something that recognized her.

She smiled sardonically, laughing at how upset she really was about this whole ordeal if she was talking about her motorcycle remembering who she was, because yes, she sometimes gave Alec hell if he made fun of her for calling it her baby, but she didn't really believe it was capable of doing anything but go fast.

She shrugged her shoulders, wincing a bit as her raw skin rubbed against her leather jacket. She opted to just take it off since it was unbearably hot anyway. Jacket hanging gracefully from two fingers, she felt the sun warm her bare skin up that showed through her tank-top. It felt much better now that the suffocating black was off and she actually got goosebumps.

This was bliss. With a little bit of a bounce in her step and her troubling thoughts in the back of her mind, she focused only on enjoying the moment and making it back to her baby.

A thought crossed her mind. With a mischievous smirk she strayed from the road, getting quickly lost in the green scenery.

Max didn't recall ever using her transgenic abilities just for the heck of it. They only came out when she was in training or a life or death situation. But as she blurred through the trees, she couldn't remember ever feeling so alive. It was simply exhilarating, and she felt a bubble of laughter spree from deep inside her before she could stop it, but she didn't care. Heck, she was half tempted to do a Tarzan in order to release all this carefree energy. She felt it would float her away.

She recognized a tree that she saw before she crashed, so she headed back to the road. Almost perfectly, she noticed that this was exactly where she had wrecked. She could see the skid marks from where Dean had slammed on the breaks, the scrapes where her bike had slid, and even the brown rusty trace of a blood trail where her momentum had dragged her body across the pavement.

All that, and not a bike in sight.

Her bubble of happiness burst.

Her eyes widened in a pleading panic, "No, no, no, NO!" she started out in a whisper, but as her panic turned to frustration, she was yelling.

She stared stupidly at the spot where the majority of bright green fluids pooled. It should be right there. She didn't even care that she probably had a cracked radiator.

Idly she wondered if people were as crooked in the past as they are in the future, because if the evidence of the fluids was anything to go by, and the radiator was the only thing broken, then it was still rideable. For a short time, anyway, if they were smart and didn't let it overheat. For their own sake, she hoped the theif didn't do that. Because when, not if, when she caught up with them and found out they had blown her engine, there would be hell to pay.

Of course, there was a small chance that Sam and Dean had it towed for her when she was out. A small flicker of hope came to life, and she held onto it desperately.

It made sense to check with Sam and Dean first before they left the hotel...

She froze, eyes widening.

This time, when she ran, she didn't get that sense of flying, just the feeling that she couldn't go fast enough.