AN: I love Dark Angel and Supernatural, especially since Jensen Ackles is/was in both. (Just had to announce that over the World Wide Web). I also love crossover fanfiction of the two shows, but good ones are rare, and a thing that really bugs me is that most of them don't factor in the time difference (2019-2021 and 2005-2008, respectively). If you haven't seen both seasons of DA or up to the season 3 finale of SPN, don't read this unless you want some pretty big spoilers. If you don't mind that, all you really have to know in order to not be confused is that Jensen Ackles played Max's Transgenic serial killer brother Ben (X5-493) in Season 1 of DA and came back as his clone Alec (X5-494) in Season 2. He then went on to play demon hunter Dean in SPN a few years later.

Sam and Dean don't appear until the end of Chapter 3, so keep reading.

This is my first really serious fanfic so please be nice! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own anything!! Not even the DVDs for either show. I had to borrow them. :(

Ghosts of the Past

Chapter 1

Seattle, Washington

March 2022

Alec crept past the musty wooden crates checking left and right, all of his Transgenic senses fully alert. He hoped he hadn't been followed into the abandoned warehouse by the "bad guys" he'd just ripped off. His heightened sight and hearing told him he hadn't, and as for smell, he couldn't detect anything but fertilizer, eww, but Alec just couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched.

As he snuck around a corner, he caught a flurry of movement out of the corner of his eye. Whirling around into a fighting stance, he stared in confusion at what he saw. But only for a moment. Then he chuckled and shook his head at himself for being so paranoid, for in front of him was a mirror and the movement he had seen was himself reflected in it.

But then if it was only his reflection, then what had put all his senses on edge—what the hell!

Flickering behind him in the mirror was another version of himself; a paler and transparent version of himself.

Alec quickly turned to see if the image was real. The other him looked at him with sad eyes. Alec stared and gasped. His breath blew out in a puff of white.

'Holy shit!' he thought, 'I'm going crazy, crazy like Ben. No, no, I can't be. Manticore made sure it wasn't genetic… didn't they? Wait a minute, maybe it is Ben. No, hell no. He's dead. Ghost maybe? But ghosts aren't real, I'm just seeing things. Shit, that's bad too…why is it so cold…'

"N-no. Who are you?" he stuttered. "What are you? Are you real?"

The ghost tilted its head as if listening for something. It frowned and opened its mouth to speak. "I'm a soldier," it said, "And I have to kill you."

Its voice was eerily calm and quiet but its face was troubled. Alec looked into its eyes and saw a look there that he had felt on himself before. A look of utter despair and loneliness. But Alec also saw within the hazel-green depths something he himself had never experienced. He saw the insanity driving this being on as it—he—moved towards him.

'Oh shit! He's going to kill me. I don't want to die, especially at hands of a psycho killer ghost who looks like me…only less handsome.'

Alec backed away but tripped over something in his haste and as the ghost—Ben?—charged towards him, his hand brushed against something smooth and cold that clattered when he touched it. A pipe. He grabbed it and swung just as the ghost reached out its hand—

—and disappeared in a wisp of smoke.

Alec let out a shuddering breath. 'Whoa. What. The hell. Was. That.' He kept a firm hold on the rusty pipe just in case the ghost—'huh, a ghost'—came back.

It was warmer now, he noticed. 'I guess I better head home, maybe get my head checked out. No. Drink first. Make that plural. Drinks. Yeah, that sounds good.'

Alec crept cautiously out of the building and hightailed it back to Terminal City.

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