Time Falls Away

Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel or Supernatural, I am merely using some characters to write some fan-fiction.

A/N: I know it has taken me a while to update, but hey my little friend called writer's block decided it was time to torment me. Don't ya just hate when that happens?

The Things we do for Love

"452, nice to see you again" drawled the blonde man dressed in a midnight black suit.

Max did not look impressed to say the very least, she wore a full on scowl. You could make out the tension her small shoulders held, if you looked closely. Her straightened rim-rod stance unfalteringly said something else. Something like she wasn't going to back down, like she would be damned if she show any fear. She was good, even threatening.

It just didn't seem that she was that type of girl, the one in for the damseling.

"Wish I could say the same to you" she mused bitterly.

Satisfied by her stubbornness the man in the suit signalled for something with the flick of a wrist. Moments later about five people stepped out from the shadows. The alley was dark, wet and murky. If you listened hard enough you could probably hear rats squeaking, or maybe that was just what it seemed.

The blond pulled his gun out of his jacket; it looked like a glock 9mm, but who was really noticing. Placidly he leaned against the side of a black Cadillac Escalade. He was clearly full of himself, the way he brashly swatted the wrinkles out of his tailored dress coat and the way he crossed his arms over his chest with that high sense of self. You could see all these bits in his stingy attitude.

Max uneasily shifted her weight to the other side. The man didn't seem to notice. He did though.

"You sure about this 452? Are you really willing to sacrifice yourself for him, that pathetic waste? Not that I'm about to let you back out but ..." Max's expression softened for a moment, she seemed edgy, but she was good at hiding it.

The sound of the evidently empty cartridge from the man's gun hitting the slick pavement and the click of a new one being inserted was deafening. Its echo seemed to bounce off the walls of the passageway. It was eerie.

"Yeah, but first…" she responded irritated. The man gave a twisted grin in response.

"You want to see Lover-boy is up and at em', yeah got that part" Max's frown deepened more, if it was humanly possible. Deceitfully her head still held high, and her expressions seemed to be erased and replaced by a clean slated mask, giving away nothing.

A red-haired woman, who had been not a meter from where the tart man stood, approached her resolutely. She stiffened visibly as the muscular woman began patting her down. Undoubtedly searching for any credible weapons, on the petite dark haired woman, indignantly she pulled away and in her militating voice rasped "she's clean." Max lips pursed in distain, she could've told them that.

"Good" the man in the suit replies while raising his shiny black handgun. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this." The last thing he feels is the sound of the bullet being shot, it rang through the echoing alley making his blood drain. Well that and then the cold hard wood floor sticking to his damp cheek.

Sam opens his eyes and breaths heavily for a moment.

Absent mindedly he sits up and reaches for the blue ballpoint and notepad on the bedside table. Blinking the dim fog lit glaze from his eyes he began scribbling down everything he can remember. Dark alley, dark alley, wooden crates, agents? Mafia? Street lamp…that's when he remembered the flickering yellow light hanging from the back door… it said… what did it say? Pub… something pub… what pub? Crow Pub…Black Crow Pub! Yeah that's it…

Slowly on wobbly knees Sam gets up off the floor to pull his jeans over his boxer shorts, and a shirt over his bare chest. He then padded over to the bar where he grabbed a glass beer mug and poured himself some cold water. Achingly he rubbed his temples. The visions, they weren't getting any less excruciating.

He swallowed a few mouthfuls of the cold drink. Nauseated he stopped and poured the rest down the sink. It had nothing to do with the water.

His bare feet pattered across the floor and to the doorway of the room that Dean lie. His lips quirked into a weak smirk as his eyes flicked back to a sleeping Jo huddled in a chair only a couple feet away from the bed. How typical.

Just as quiet as ever he crept to the room he had been bunked up in. Slumped on the bed against the headboard he grabbed his laptop and began typing away in search of a 'Black Crow Pub'. It didn't take him long to find it. New York City, last place he had expected to find her.

Over the past few days he found nothing, absolutely nothing on her. To make matters worse she was at the wheel of Dean's car, the car he would be killed for the moment his arsonist of a brother woke up. Ellen had given him a set of keys to her pickup, an old chev.

She also gave the whole spiel about how he shouldn't have trusted the girl cuz she's got a sugared persona or something like that. Her first response after he had explained what had happened was an amused laugh. Her deep throated hoot caught him off guard. She told him how stupid he was to trust that little conniving girl. Of course Sam hadn't mentioned the whole tease part. She and Jo would never let him live that down.

Brashly Sam scribbled down the address, grabbed his gear, and stormed for the front door. He had to find her before something bad happened. If she got hurt, Dean might kill him. And that… well, that would just not be pleasant.

I have been here for a few days now, in New York that is. God I hate it here, now I realize why I stuck to Seattle. Too many people, with their uptight suits, with their briefcases, their ignorance to how easy it would be for someone to hold a gun to them and take nearly everything they own. It is pathetic.

You know something else that is pathetic? The bastard blackmailing him, well us I suppose; first Alec now me. I still can't believe that Alec was messing with my shit anyways. I mean what's with that? He can help me without my knowing it, but he won't even stop by for a quick 'hello, how have you been for the past five years Max? Oh, that bad huh?'

What an idiot.

He hasn't changed a bit. Still being the same jerk that walked into my cell years ago. Still getting himself caught in stupid shit, still making me save his ass.

You know I didn't even give him permission to crawl under my skin. Worst part about it is that once he gets there he doesn't leave you alone. Ever. I mean look at me, I am a shining illustration of how gallingly stuck on you he can really get.

As much as I hate to admit it, I would do anything to get Alec better... anything at all. Which would be why I am willing to make a deal with the devil right about now; why I'd even consider going to the dark side like I am right now. The plan is to track down White before he gets my ass and see what I can get out of him. The arrogant former-agent didn't even bother to give me a number to get a hold of him. Just told me I'd be meeting him in New York and we'd cut a deal, can I say creepy much?

So here I am sitting in a raunchy hotel room, blankly staring at the… whatever the hell it is that I'm watching. Watching the tube was so much more fun with Alec. He was too stupid to figure out that I only watched it because I was with him. I was too stupid to realize why I succumbed to begin with.

-Flashback-

"Ma-axie" came a low throaty, sing-songy voice, Max groans. She tries to block out the voice with a pillow, hoping that it will either shut it up or smother her into a deep sleep.

"Al-lec" she mumbles into the pillow.

"Ma-axie" comes his annoying voice for the second time. He seems a little hyper; she hopes he didn't get into the caffeine again.

"What do you want?" she grouches swinging the pillow in his general direction he easily pulls it away from her grasp and sets it beneath his chin.

"Hello to you too sunshine" he drawls lazily. She swore she could hear him smile as he said it.

She rolls her eyes hoping he will hear that too "What do you want Alec?" she growls and finally flips over to face him. He is lying on his stomach, leaning forward on his forearms, halfway off the bed, grinning at her innocently.

She freezes "What did you do this time?" her voice comes out seriously, but he caught the playful undertone. He always made a ruckus when he knew he was gonna get it. He always sweetened his tone when he was ready to be reprimanded.

"Nothing, geez Maxie, have a little faith in a guy huh?" She continued watching him with a suspicious look. "Actually, you know, now that you're awake, I sorta thought you would wanna come out to the living room with me and watch movies."

"Since when do we have a TV" she stops momentarily. "Wait, I don't wanna hear it." Her finger came up to his lips before he had a chance to open them. Must have stolen it, Brain's place was purged months ago. She could swear he whined about his TV nonstop for a month. She didn't notice how he had stopped breathing at her overlooked action.

"Soo… you're coming then?" he asks eagerly. She swears he could be jumping up and down, he's just that wound up. Far too happy for her at this hour.

She ignores him and continues with her belligerent end of the banter "Why the hell are waking me up at…" she glances at the alarm clock "three o' clock? Alec you're waking me at three o' clock?" she whimpered with a small pout shaping over her lips.

"Well you're always complaining about not having anyone to hang out with that shark DNA…" he says in a noble voice. Max didn't think so, that was quite obvious by the irate expression she wore.

"Well sure I have shark DNA, but Alec, I Still Need Sleep" she gripes and snatches the pillow back only to stick her face in it mumbling something along the lines of "now I'll never get back to sleep."

"So, does that mean you're coming?" he asks ingenuously. Max half-heartedly lifts her head and sighs deeply, the corner's of her lips just itching to twist into a wry grin.

"What kind of movies did ya get?" he smirks and hops up without warning disappearing off to one of their three rooms. There was a bedroom, bathroom, and a living room which also functioned as a small kitchen space. Well not so much kitchen more so booze and junk food stash.

She rolls off the bed and lands in a mess of blankets on the floor. By the time she makes it to the living room he is tampering with some wires. Max is still bundled in her blanket and plops in a couch her and Alec had jacked off a black market truck. Which it in itself was a very, very long excruciating story.

They of course were bunked together to keep the pretense of the relationship everyone, more specifically Logan, had thought they held. If Max hadn't been denying herself at the time, it might have been real.

Finally finished with the wiring Alec sat at the opposite side of the couch wiggling around trying to get comfortable before hitting the play button on the remote. Max watched amused by his antics. As he got comfy, got off the couch, rearranged the couch, pulled off his sweater, sat on the couch… He finally settled at Max's condescending look and hit the play button.

Halfway into the movie he began sneaking her covers. He thought she didn't notice, but she did. Amused she watched him; it was a good idea, the movie thing. She was getting cold, and he was clearly commendable…With that she crawled over beside him and rearranged herself so that her back leaned into his chest. Max smirked up at him as he gaped trying to grasp what she had done. He began opening his mouth to talk again when she whispered "Shh, this is a good part."

It hadn't taken very long for Max to fall asleep after this. Unknown to her, even to the very day, his attention had turned to her for the rest of the night. She woke up in his arms the next morning. He was still sleeping with an arm protectively wrapped around her middle. His breath tickled her ear. The TV was still on, until she pried the remote from his fingers and turned it off.

She pretended to be asleep enveloped in everything Alec. His smell, his touch, his arms… It was probably the first time she realized that she cared about him. Loved him? In his dreams, she loved Logan. But cared? More than she would like to admit.

I shake my head from my trip down memory lane, at the sound of fist rapping on my door. This must be it, that bastard White must have some pretty good guys out there looking for me. This is quicker than I anticipated, I'm not sure if I want to do this anymore.

But then there is Alec… and I know I just have to.