Author's Note: Okay, so I know Dark Angel is long canceled, but this idea has been floating around in my head, and I've decided to finally write it out. It takes place a few weeks after The Berrisford Agenda, so Max and Logan never had those twelve hours to be together or any of that. Okay, hope you enjoy and please review!


He emptied another shot glass. It still wasn't enough to get him drunk, after who knew how many shots. Thoughts of Rachel kept on creeping into his mind.

"Ginger ale," a tired voice said next to him.

He looked in the direction of the voice. "You sound like you could use some of this," Alec said, raising his newly refilled shot glass and giving her a charming smile.

The girl turned to him. Alec supposed she was Chinese or Japanese, or perhaps both. Her straight dark brown hair fell about three inches below her shoulders. Alec was mesmerized with her dark purple highlights when the lights hit her head just right. Something made him want her, badly.

She smirked. "No thanks," she replied indifferently.

Alec could tell she didn't want to hook up, but he always enjoys a challenge. "So, you don't look familiar. Are you new to our lovely city?" he asked, trying to start some pleasant small talk with this very pretty girl.

"Yeah," she said, sipping her ginger ale.

"Where are you from?" Alec asked. This girl wasn't giving him much to work with.

"Los Angeles," she replied, draining the last of her ginger ale. There was no point in sticking around, she wasn't going to go home with this guy. Albeit he was attractive. "Nice to meet you," she added, while paying for her drink and leaving.

Alec could not believe what just happened. He had actually been snubbed by a girl. Never in his entire four months out of Manticore had he been rejected that badly. Actually, he had never been rejected at all.

He shook it off as best he could. Just then he spotted a very slutty-looking red-head eyeing him. He smiled at her. Maybe it wouldn't be such a fruitless night after all.


It was another boring day at Jam Pony for Normal. Packages, packages, and even more packages. If any of his good for nothing workers could move his or her ass and actually deliver them...what was he paying them for anyways?

A female voice broke his internal rant. "Excuse me sir, but do you have any job openings?"

Normal quickly looked up. Great, another kid looking for work, he thought. It was true, she didn't look a day over twenty.

"What's you name?" Normal asked grumpily.

"Kris Mariko," the girl replied eagerly.

"Any previous delivery jobs?" Normal asked.

The girl hesitated. "No, sir, but I try hard at all that I do," she stated thoughtfully.

Normal had not received that much respect from someone since Sam left. He sure missed Sam...

"Alright, we'll give it a shot," Normal said.

Just then, Alec walked by.

"Hey, Golden Boy," Normal yelled. Alec turned quickly. He already had a package in his hand that he was going to deliver, what more could Normal want? Then he saw her, the girl from The Crash, the one who snubbed him.

She recognized him as well and smirked. So long as he didn't hit on her, everything would be fine. He was nice to look at anyways, had those classic model looks.

"Hi," Alec greeted her lamely.

"Hey," Kris replied.

"Uh, you two know each other?" Normal asked uncomfortably. Sure he was Normal, but even he could sense the tension between the two.

"No," they replied in unison.

"Right. Anyway, Alec, I want you to show Kris how our fine business establishment functions. Kris, pay close attention, I'm handing you over to the finest there is," Normal said, beaming at Alec.

Alec straightened his back and stood proudly, basking in Normal's compliment.

Kris tried her best not to scoff. "Yes, sir," she said, in the most respectful tone she could muster.

The formality with which she spoke to Normal made Alec think she might be an X5 he never met. But when he scanned the back of her neck quickly, he saw no barcode. He sighed in relief, having Max around was enough X5 for him.


"And then you make sure they sign at the line to show that you really did deliver the package. If you don't, you have to come back to the house and..." Alec's voice trailed off as he remembered what happened when he and Max didn't get the signature from Rachel's father.

Kris looked at him attentively, wonder when he was planning on completing the sentence. When he didn't, she asked "And...?"

Alec snapped out of his trance. "Uh, and that can be a pain in the ass."

"Oh, okay, right," Kris replied. She sensed that there was more to it than that, but she wasn't going to press him.

"I think that's it, " Alec said. "You now know all there is to know about delivering packages thanks to yours truly," he puffed up his chest as he said this.

Kris smirked. This guy was arrogant, but she sensed something underneath the facade.

"Thanks for teaching me, I appreciate it," she said.

"Anytime," Alec replied, grinning at her.

For an instant she was transfixed by his beautiful smile, but she scolded herself immediately. She wasn't going to get involved, no matter how tempting it was.

"So, why did you move here from L.A.?" Alec asked, trying to make polite conversation.

"There was nothing of worth there anymore," she replied cryptically.

"You know you picked a hell of a city to move to," Alec said as they walked through an ally filled with Seattle's homeless.

"Everywhere is broken. The only thing different about each city is what you leave behind," Kris replied softly.

"What did you leave in L.A.?" Alec asked.

Kris looked at him strangely, a mixture of sadness and thoughtfulness on her face.

Alec feared he stepped over the line. It seemed like an appropriate question to ask, but he was never sure how to converse with a female. Flirting or having sex with them was so much easier.

"You don't have to say anything. Sorry to pry," Alec said. He sympathized with whatever this girl was going through or running from; it reminded him of himself.

Kris didn't understand why she couldn't reply to Alec's simple question. What did she leave in L.A.? Her heart, her soul, her purpose of living- she mentally shrugged at the melodramatic list. But there was truth behind it, she'd admit that much.

She couldn't tell if she could trust Alec. Just the other day it was obvious he wanted to get in her pants, and now he was acting incredibly thoughtful towards her. Maybe he was using a different approach to get into her pants.

As they reentered Jam Pony, a beautiful girl approached Alec with an annoyed expression on her face.

"Alec, why there hell do you let Sketchy bet with you over pool? You know he's throwing his money away cuz there's no way he can win. You're stealing from him," the girl said to him.

"Relax, Max. It's not stealing when he willingly gives me the money after he loses. And it's not like you don't steal from those idiotic guys who think they can beat you," Alec replied, turning to situation around on Max.

"I'm not taking the money away from a friend," Max retorted. Just then she realized that there was a person next to Alec. "Oh, hi, I'm Max," Max said, extending her hand to this other girl.

"Kris," Kris said.

Kris seemed nice enough in Max's opinion. "My friends and I are gonna be at The Crash later tonight. Wanna come?" Max asked Kris.

"Um, sure, that sounds cool," Kris replied.

"Alright. Gotta blaze. Packages to deliver," Max said, leaving Alec and Kris alone.

Alec shook her head. "Geez, her morals are so messed up," he mumbled.

"She your girlfriend?" Kris asked casually. That would have sucked since Alec was flirting with her the other night.

"Huh? Max? Oh, God no. More like my moral beacon," Alec replied sarcastically.

Kris laughed. She has a nice laugh, Alec thought.