A/N: Hello All! So, my writer's block is still going strong for everything else, but this story is still writing itself practically. I have through chapter seven written. So... not normal for me, but I was hoping I could get some reader insight. As for the fandom I will add either chapter eight or nine. When making your choice keep in mind there might be romantic involvement between them and others in future. Here are the options:

a) House: Only four to five of the characters from House, and Wilson has to be one of them.
b) Criminal Minds: I'm good with this team plus Garcia.
c) NCIS: Gibbs will not die if you choose this fandom. (he's my own crush)
d)The men of USA... Michael Weston and Sam from Burn Notice, Sean Spencer and Gus, from Psych, and Peter Burke, Elizabeth and Neil Caffrey from White Collar.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

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Rachel's head whipped around to look at the pale blonde. Her lips were trembling, and her fingers were clutching the towel she'd used for her hair. "Quinn…"

"No, let me finish," she reached a pleading hand up. "You saved me today, and I've never done anything worth being saved for… I lied about this baby, I treated you and Finn and Puck, all of you, just horribly, but I'm not going to do that any more. I'm… if you want Finn and he wants you then I'll be happy for you," she whispered, the tears spilling over.

"Quinn!" Rachel admonished. She reached out and took Quinn's hand in her own and shook it to get the blonde's attention. "I can't hold you right now or I'll get you all dirty and gross again, but you listen to me right now! You're not the only one who's been horrible. Look at what I did before Sectionals? I was wretched! None of us has been innocent, not one, but now we get a fresh start. Maybe it's not what we wanted, and it's not a happy fresh start, because seriously, a zombie apocalypse? Ridiculous. But here we are. Puck has a fresh start, I have a fresh start. Our friends in Glee have a fresh start. This baby has a fresh start. You and Finn have your fresh start too. Good grief, even David Karofsky has a fresh start!"

That made Quinn laugh through her tears.

"God, Quinn, I hadn't even thought of that anyhow… right now I'm trying not to think. I'm just trying to get to the next part. I'm not sure if anyone else is thinking about the next part. For instance, Sarah has Noah, but what about Katie and Billie Pope? Where are their parents? Who's going to take care of them? We just left Lima, and Buffy said there was no one left… they couldn't all be dead, or zombies,.. so where did they go and how do we find them? And what the Hell happened? How did it spread so quickly? Is it just the U.S.?"

"I hadn't even thought of that," Quinn whispered.

"See, it's that kind of stuff that I can't stop thinking about, but I'm trying. I'm so tired."

"All done!"

The two girls looked over to see Sarah coming out of the bathroom clean and happy in her froggy pajamas. She crawled up onto the bed and started pulling on a pair of fuzzy, fuchsia non-slip socks.

"You sure are! I'd better get in there and get cleaned up so we can go eat," Rachel pasted a smile on her face. "I won't be long," she promised Quinn.

It hadn't taken long for Finn and Puck to shower. Now they both stood in the room they'd chosen to share together, and they stared out at the golf course, and the mountains beyond. They'd been given the room next door to Quinn, Rachel and Sarah, and Puck had instructed Sarah to knock on their door when they were ready to go eat.

"I always knew if the end of the world came you'd be standing next to me," Finn spoke softly.

"I'm surprised you'd want me here," Puck responded. It had been Finn who'd chosen to room with Puck.

"I thought it would kill me when I found out Quinn's baby was yours. For so many reasons. Quinn betraying me. You betraying me… and losing that little piece of life that I thought was an extension of me." Finn sighed. "I'll never understand why… why either of you did that, or how either of you could do it… but I love the both of you too much to let it destroy us all. So, while it rips my heart apart, and it does, it'll heal. You're my brother, and I can't turn my back on my brother. And Quinn… I loved her. And I love her. We'll just have to see where that goes."

"What about Berry?" Puck murmured. He had to swallow past the lump in his throat. He was forgiven, and he was pretty sure he didn't deserve to be forgiven.

"I don't know. She's truly special, and I care for her a lot. I know people were mad that she told me, but you just can't understand how much I appreciated her telling me. No matter what her reasons were. I do care about her a lot… I guess that's something else we'll have to see."

Both boys were silent for a few moments before Puck spoke again. "That baby… even if she's biologically mine… she is a part of you… we're brothers and that makes her a part of you."

Finn pulled Puck into a fierce hug, but neither boy would admit that they had tears in their eyes. The knock on the door broke them apart and they started laughing and making noise. "About time, I'm starving!" Finn practically yelled.

Dinner was served in another large room, much like the room they'd entered from the portal. This one was set up with large round tables, and several young women and a young, blonde man had brought out large platters setting them up on long tables along the side of the room buffet style. The two groups seemed to be running together smoothly, and there was soft laughter coming from several tables.

There had been a small hiccup when Kurt had almost gone off on the thin, wiry blonde guy with delicately pointy features. But Xander had explained that Andrew, the blonde guy, was just explaining the dish Kurt was looking at, he was NOT in any way calling Kurt a name. Finn had held Kurt back while Xander had hold of Andrew and now both tetchy young men were on opposite sides of the room.

Everyone stayed seated once dinner was done and Buffy indicated for a tall, well-built man to take the floor. "My name is Riley Finn," he began. "Up until seventy two hours ago I was a Captain in the United States Army. I was in Special Ops, heading up a special project titled Project Bane. Our mission was to exterminate certain hostile entities. We were a unit of six and we were very good at our job. Seventy two hours ago our targets disappeared. We came back to HQ trying to find out what happened. There was a skeleton crew. Everyone else had been called back to Washington. One sentence made it on the computers before the systems were terminated. Complete Quarantine. Operation Angelspawn had breached security."

"Figures, you military boys would screw things up," Ken Tanaka's voice was filled with sarcasm.

"Maybe you should let Finn finish," a young good looking man snapped at the coach.

"Thank you, Dean," Riley continued. "Overall we know very little about the project. Whoever was in charge of Angelspawn had a web based computer virus set to destroy all information if it went FUBAR. With our two projects were completely separate, and Angelspawn being a joint effort between several countries and NATO, this meant that unfortunately we came in blind."

"Graham Miller, I was second in command to Finn," Graham had stood and paced forward. "Three of our unit was infected before even knew something was happening. I am quite willing to admit that the only reason we are here, alive, is thanks to these people; Buffy, Willow, Xander, Dawn, All of them."

Riley took the floor again. "The information we have been able to uncover, thanks to our hackers, is this. The infection spreads quickly. Those infected will infect others with their bite. If they scratch you it hurts like a mother, but it does not infect. We think it's in the saliva, but we're not running experiments so that's just a guess. They're not exactly dead, but there is no cure and the only way to kill them is extensive damage to the brain. Removing their heads, a shot to their heads, you get the idea. They aren't thinking creatures, but they're fast, and they can smell one of us, or maybe it's just that they can sense us, our life signs, from so far away. Point is they know where to go. And all they seem to desire is to eat. And they want to eat flesh."

"What were your hostiles that disappeared?" Will asked.

"Yes! And you said you'd tell us… who you are… and someone said the word 'slayer' earlier…" Rachel spoke softly, something very unlike her normal demanding attitude.

Buffy smiled, "I did tell you that, Rachel. You, Brittany, me… we are slayers." She let that sit for a moment before continuing. "It sounds so ominous but it's really not. It's actually a very important thing… something I didn't always understand. And now that you're with us you'll have plenty of time to learn. We'll show you, teach you. For so long there was only one slayer at a time, called when they were young, fighting alone sometimes dying young and alone, but then I was called and we changed everything. We had to or the world would have fallen, and as bad as it is right now, that would have been worse. Slayers, you and me, we had our own prophecy…" Buffy had moved closer to Rachel and Brittany, and both girls watched her with rapt attention. "Our prophecy said: "Into each generation a Slayer is born: one girl in all the world, a chosen one. She alone will wield the strength and skill to fight the vampires, demons, and the forces of darkness; to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their numbers. She is the Slayer. All of those nightmare creatures… they were all real."

"In my dream, the man with the yellow eyes and weird forehead," Rachel gasped.

"Seriously, that guy had some nasty acne or something," Brittany gagged.

"Vampire…" Buffy shared.

"This is bullshit," Ken stood angrily. "What kind of crap are you tryin' to pull, Lady?"

"The targets that Riley and Graham's unit hunted, vampires and hostile demons," Buffy added. "I would if I could show you one… In the past that's what we'd have done. We'd have taken you out to a cemetery at night and you'd have seen a vampire rise, and then we'd have dusted it together. But it's just as Riley and Graham said, they're gone… all of them. Even the peaceful demons; those we considered allies. However, even without seeing our normal enemy, you can feel your gifts; the strength, the speed, the need for less sleep, the slayer dreams…"

The black girl, Rona, from the roof spoke, "The burning in your gut when evil is nearby."

"The tingle letting you know one of your sisters is there… you'll heal faster too," this came from Nora, the girl with the ebony pixie cut.

"And you'll have the ability to use any weapon you come into contact with… which is a whole big ball of fun," the girl Buffy had identified as Faith smiled leisurely. Then she turned to Tanaka. "You're a trip, man. You traveled here by portal, escaped flesh eating zombies, but can't accept vampires?" she asked in an amused voice.

"How about witches?" a voice called out from the table Buffy had eaten at. Everyone looked to see another redhead; this one's hair was long to her mid back, and she was a few years older than the other, closer to Buffy's age. She was petite and lovely, and she stood smoothly. "Do you believe in those?"

"No," he told her defiantly. "I don't actually."

She gave him a half smile, and turned her attention to the other newcomers. "You'd all better get ready to start believing in a lot of stuff you didn't believe in before. For as much bad is going on outside, we are very fortunate. Yesterday, our first rescue was at a hospital. We have two doctors, a nurse and two EMTs. We're also fortunate that we've been spending time rehabbing this place for the last two months. There are plenty of rooms with beds. Right now we're in a good position. We've got a section marked off for an infirmary for any injuries. It's even better since it looks like we have three expectant mothers with us now." She gave Quinn a warm smile.

Buffy approached her best friend. "This is Willow. She's the one who found you for us... and even now she and our other witches are searching for more survivors."

"If you don't wish to stay with us, then you can certainly let us know where you wish to go and I will make that happen," the redhead told them. "We're at the Wellington Arms in Denver Colorado. We have phones if you would like to try to call anyone. You've probably found that your cellphones haven't been working since this whole thing began. Again you can attribute that to the government. Once Angelspawn breached, they clamped down hard."

"What's keeping them... those... things out of this place?" Puck asked as he stood.

"That's a great question... Puck, Right?" Xander took over. "When this hotel was built there was a golf course built with it. There's a moat, or water hazard that runs in a U shape, like a horseshoe really, around the sides and back of the building. Then in front there's a sixteen foot wrought iron gate with slab moorings. For some reason those… creatures do not like the water. And any time they start getting piled too high at the fence we burn 'em down."

"In a few days we'll be going on a raid at a mall to stock up on more necessities," Buffy shared. "You can take more time getting to know everyone, ask questions, we will answer all of them. If you don't want to stay that's fine, but if you're going to, it's not a free ride. We all work here. We all pitch in, and hopefully, as we bring more people here, we'll need to expand..." She started to walk away and stopped, looking at everyone once more. "You are not prisoners here. We brought you here for safety only. As Willow said, if there is somewhere else you wish to go we will make sure you get there."

Everyone began to wearily stand, knowing that soon, at least for the night, they'd be able to get some sleep.

Will rubbed his hands over his face wearily. Emma had stayed close to him, and even now she leaned into him. He loved having her close to him, and he could easily admit it the thought of something happening to her terrified him. The blonde, Buffy, moved up to him with the one-eyed man.

"Xander Harris," the man introduced himself, sticking his hand out to shake.

"Will Schuester, and this is Emma Pillsbury." Will was surprised when Emma shook both of their hands. "I want to thank you… thank you so much for coming for us. You saved us, not only me and Emma, but my kids, the Glee kids, and the little ones we rescued from the school bus." Will blushed as he realized he was rambling a little.

"We've been trying to save people for a long time," Xander smiled softly.

"I have to admit when Brittany started saying how you were coming, I thought she'd lost her mind," Will shared.

"Slayers share a strong connection when they're called. We were looking for survivors either way," Buffy spoke. "And we're going to continue looking."

"We'll help in any way we can," Emma offered. "We aren't the types to just sit around and do nothing."

"Emma's right. We want to do all we can," Will agreed. "And I'm going to start by apologizing for Ken's attitude."

Buffy nodded towards where Tanaka leaned against the wall scowling, "That the big guy? Don't worry about it. We've seen worse. I'm a little surprised you're so accepting."

"Hard to be anything but when you've been the past two days running from zombies, watched a fifteen year old girl rip someone's head off, and then traveled from Ohio to Colorado in the space of two minutes via a glowing green portal that another teenage girl made," Will stated bluntly. Emma nodded a bit faintly.

Xander hid a smile and looked to Buffy, "Oh, I think we're all going to get along just fine."

Rachel followed along with the others as they walked. Obviously putting food in their bellies had helped everyone because even though they were still tense and sad, there was more laughter now. Halfway back upstairs they ran into Dave Karofsky and his little brother Tommy. He stood tall and pale, with his hands in his pockets, and the guys moved in front of the girls immediately.

"Hey, Tommy!" Sarah called out.

"Hey, Sarah!"

Dave nodded slowly at the group, meeting the eyes of both Finn and Puck. He cleared his throat before speaking, "I was wondering if I could talk to you all for a minute?"

"Sarah, why don't you and Tommy go push the button for the elevator? Wait for us, okay?" Puck nudged his sister.

Sarah nodded slowly, and the two children moved off. "Jake, Scott and I were talking… look, we know that if it was any other day we'd all be at each other's throats. We'd be throwing slushees, or tossin' Hummel in the dumpster, or Abrams' in the port-a-potty, but that was stupid and… we just…"

Rachel stepped up and around the guys standing between her and Karofsky, earning a small growl from Puck and sound of exasperation from Finn. "Truce?" she offered the hockey player, and held her small hand out.

His shoulders relaxed, and he almost looked surprised to see her hand engulfed in his much larger one, as if he never realized how small she was. "Truce."

Then Rachel leaned in, while keeping a hold of his hand, and making sure to squeeze it just a little bit. "Now listen up, I'm more than willing to let bygones be bygones, this is the end of the world after all. However, if you or either of your sports field focused cronies come near me or my Glee friends with anything but the noblest of intentions I will personally break you into small pieces from the toes up and feed you bit by bit to the flesheaters at the gates while you watch. Any questions?" she asked, giving him a dazzling smile.

"N-n-no," he stuttered.

"Excellent." She turned on her heel and headed past him towards where the two younger kids were waiting.

Everyone was silent for a moment. "Um, am I the only one who thought that was like, smokin' hot?" Matt asked.

"She can do it you know," Quinn smirked at Karofsky as they all moved to follow Rachel. "You should have seen her rip Sylvester's head off." Quinn rubbed her belly and had to admit, it did feel kind of good hearing the small almost whimper sound come from the large boy's throat. Who would have thought being friends with Rachel Berry would be so fun?
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