Disclaimer: I don't presume to own Dark Angel, I could never have the genius to come up with it, or the stupidity to cancel it. I DO own my original characters.

"Hot run, Sector three!" The brown package flew gracefully through the air. It hit the floor with a thud and a smash of glass breaking.

Normal's eyes snapped to the messenger, gaping wide with shock.

Alec stood on the ramp, huddled next to his bike with his hands in the air shielding his face. "Normal!" he yelled. "Watch where you're throwing those damn things!"

All the other messengers in the building sent Alec similar looks of shock and puzzlement. The package had not come within five feet of him during its entire arc of flight. Original Cindy was the first to break the silence, "Boy, you trippin'," she said, gingerly picking up the wounded package and placing it on the dispatch desk from which it had been thrown. She picked up another package and walked her bike around Alec and out the door.

Alec shot Normal a sheepish, lopsided grin. "I've had a rough couple of days," he offered by way of explanation.

"Whatever," Normal muttered, holding up another package to Alec, but not throwing it.

It was at this moment that Max chose to return from her latest delivery - with Alec and his bike still planted firmly in the center of the ramp.

She slammed on her brakes and her bike skidded sideways, catching on a dent in the ramp and flipping her onto the floor. Alec tried to catch her, but her momentum pulled him down as well, spilling the two messengers and their bikes in a tangled mess on the concrete.

When the dust settled, Alec sighed. "Will it never end?"

Max, naturally, smacked him on the side of the head from her position half under him. "Bad enough it's not over - now you're dragging me into it!"

"Gee Max, I'm sorry, I'll re-arrange my pain schedule to avoid you next time."

Max flashed him a grin. "Promise?"

"Shut up," Alec muttered.

Max frowned. "That's my line."

"Someday this freak show will be over, and there won't be any more lines," Alec snapped.

Gradually, they could hear laughter building up among the bystanders. "Hey guys!" Sketchy said. They turned their heads toward him, only to meet the flash of his camera.

"Hey!" Max yelled, attempting to rise up from the floor and smash the camera to little, tiny bits. This was easier said than done, however, and she made little progress. She did, however, manage to elbow Alec in the chest. "Sorry, sorry - SKETCHY! GET OVER HERE SO I CAN KILL YOU!" she yelled.

For some unfathomable reason, Sketchy refused to follow orders.

Max growled with frustration. "Alec, get off of me!"

Alec grinned mischievously down at her. "What if I won't?"

Max glared at him. "I'll just have to kiss you too, then, won't I?"

It was Alec's turn to frown. "Kiss me?"

"No!"

"Huh?"

"Screw it," Max muttered. She reached up and wrapped her arms around Alec's neck, pulling him to her and kissing him fiercely.

The other package fell from Normal's fingers and hit the floor. But that was okay; even if the packages were getting more punishment, perhaps Alec's luck was changing.

End. And I'm sure it's about time. ;)

Thanks to all my reviewers and supporters along the way, you guys are great! And I'm sorry this little ending bit took soooo loooooooong... Really I am... But I hope you did enjoy!