DA/SPN Fanfic: Snake Demon (2/?)
Title: Snake Demon
Author: poestheblackcat
Rating: PG-13
Crossover: Dark Angel/Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Max/Alec-ish, Sam, Dean
Warning/Spoilers: Both Seasons of DA, up to Season 3 finale of SPN and parts of Season 4, may be AU in future chapters
Summary: Third in "Ghosts of the Past" stories. Minoan runes appear all over Alec's body. What do they mean and how are they connected to the Winchesters? And why is Alec Dean's clone?
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to their respective owners.
Snake Demon
Chapter 2
Alec thundered up the steps to Logan’s place. “Logie, we’re here!” he sang out as he threw open the rickety wooden door.
Max followed him through the door, rolling her eyes. “Hey Logan.”
Logan rolled his chair out from his computer station. “Oh hey, guys. What brings you here?”
“Ancient Minoan tattoos,” replied Alec matter-of-factly.
Logan looked at Max expectantly. “New ones? Well then, let’s see them.”
Max let out a very unladylike snort and pointed at Alec. “He’s the one who’s got them this time. And all over his body, not on just one area at a time like mine,” she divulged gleefully, looking more like a schoolgirl gossiping instead of the kickass genetically-revved-up supersoldier she really was.
Logan raised his eyebrows and turned to examine the scowling male X5 from behind his silver-rimmed glasses. “Alec?”
Alec made a face at Max. “You know, you are having way too much fun with this.” He pointed his index finger at her, emphasizing syllables with thrusts. “I didn’t make this much fun of you over yours. I’m the one who actually found the first one! So what’s the big deal?!” His ranting speech ended in a thundering whine and a pout. Yeah, real mature, Alec.
Max put her hands on her hips and scoffed. “ ‘Didn’t make too much fun’? Well, as I remember it-”
Logan interrupted. “Hey, guys? Not now. Not here, at least,” he said seriously, trying to bring the level of maturity back up. Really, the two of them reminded him of squabbling children in a playground sometimes. Cute, but in a pulling pigtails to say, “I like you” kind of way. This was serious business.
He turned to Alec. “Are the runes the same as the ones that showed up on Max?”
Alec shook his head. “No, they’re different. Wait, that’s not right. Some of them are the same, but they’re in different orders. Like words in sentences, I guess.” He shrugged.
Logan nodded. “Makes sense.” He gestured vaguely in the direction of Alec’s torso. “Take your shirt off. I need to see those marks,” he said absently as he stood rummage in his cabinet of electronics to look for his camera.
Alec raised an eyebrow and smirked. “I don’t swing that way, buddy, but I gotta say, that’s pretty kinky. Maybe Maxie wants to watch.”
Max punched him in the arm, hard, as he began pulling his shirt off. “Ow! What the hell was that for?”
“That’s gross. And don’t call me ‘Maxie’!” She ground out through clenched teeth. “It’s ‘Max’!”
“I want to take pictures,” Logan said mildly, pulling the silver digital camera out. He blinked as he thought over what he’d just said, and hurriedly rephrased his statement as Alec started to smirk again. “I meant, ‘I need to take pictures of the writing so I can translate the runes into English.’”
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Click.
Click. The electronic clicking coming from the camera after every picture was the only sound in the room. The current situation, Max’s ex-we’re-not-like-that-boyfriend taking photographs of the half-naked Alec, Max’s pretend current boyfriend, was a bit awkward for all of them. Logan cleared his throat. “So. When did they show up?”
Alec shrugged, relieved at the breaking of the silence. “I don’t know. Sometime during the night, I guess. Woke up this morning and there they were.”
“Hmm.” Logan glanced at Max then back at Alec. “So Max didn’t see them last night when-”
“No,” Max and Alec both said, the former indignantly and the latter wearily.
“I don’t…We didn’t spend last night together, okay?” Alec added as an explanation.
Logan looked up from adjusting the viewfinder. “So the two of you had a fight or something?” he dug, genuinely interested in the state of their relationship.
“No, we didn’t,” Max said tiredly. “Look, Logan, don’t do this, okay? Just…I’m with Alec now, and we’re fine.”
“The reason we weren’t together was that Joshua and I had a guys’ night in and Max had a gabfest with Cindy,” Alec improvised. “That’s all.”
“Oh,” Logan said, convinced. “I’m sorry. I really shouldn’t have pried. It’s none of my business.”
“Damn straight,” said Alec. “You done yet?”
Logan snapped another photo. “Almost. Can you move your right hand a little?”
Alec complied and looked down at the area where Logan was aiming the lens. He narrowed his eyes when he saw the design on the inner side of his wrist. It was different from the others, separate. It wasn’t a rune, exactly, but the shape of the black mark was familiar somehow. He knew he’d seen it somewhere before.
Click. Alec brought his hand up closer to his face so he could see the mark better. A man’s face, with bulls’ horns on it. He frowned. Where had he seen it? He rubbed it thoughtfully with his thumb.
A touch on his shoulder brought him back to reality. “Alec? What is it?” Max asked worriedly. “Does it hurt or something?” Logan was looking at him with concern showing in his face, too.
Alec shook his head. “No, it doesn’t feel like anything. It’s just that I’ve seen this somewhere before and I can’t remember when or where it was. It’s like it’s at the edge of my mind or something, just out of reach.”
“Lemme see.” Max pulled his hand towards her. “Nope,” she said as she examined the tattoo, running her fingers lightly across the face. His skin tingled when she touched it. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen it.” She let go. “It’s kinda ugly, though.”
Logan peered at Alec’s wrist. “What is it, a bull-man?” he asked.
Alec’s head snapped up. “Wait a minute. I know this. I know where I’ve seen this.” He gestured excitedly. “Dean’s pendant. He’s got a necklace with this weird gold thingy on it. It looked exactly like this.” He pointed at his wrist.
“Dean? Dean Winchester?” Max asked. “You sure?”
“Yeah,” Alec said indignantly. “You’re not the only one with photographic memory, you know.”
“Don’t get your silk boxers in a twist,” Max shot back. She sighed. “Do you think he’s got something to do with Sandeman and this whole breeding cult thing?”
“Well, Alec is cloned from the guy, so he’s connected somehow,” put in Logan.
Alec plopped himself down on Logan’s couch. He frowned. “Yeah, I guess.” His head fell back. “This sucks out loud,” he whined.
Logan sat down at his computer again and began transferring the pictures from the camera to his hard drive. “You know what? We should call and ask Dean about the necklace himself. I’ll need to translate these runes anyway, and I bet the Winchesters know someone who can do it faster than I can. It took me a week and you don’t want to know how many sources to just get the general gist of what Max’s runes said, so any help with these would be great.”
Max and Alec exchanged looks. “Okay,” Alec shrugged. “Couldn’t hurt to talk to them about it. Bet they’ve dealt with crazy cults before. Hey, maybe while we’re at it, they can even tell us how to get rid of the Familiars. Call ‘em up.”
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AN: Okay, now we have an opening for the Winchesters to appear. And guess where they are? In bed! Mwahaha. I’m evil to stop right now.
So the deal with this whole “connection” thing: I love Dean’s amulet and they’ve never really explained its significance to my satisfaction on the show, other than that Bobby gave it to Sam who gave it to Dean. But there’s more to the whole thing in my story. I’ve thought of a really interesting (or so I think) story intertwining the supernatural elements of both shows, so keep reading.
Chapter 3