A/N: Hey to all. So, you've obviously all started to see other fandoms. And they're going to continue. Because I'm a masochist. I'm also working on a few other stories for updating or at least, trying to.
I wanted to warn you though that my timelines for all stories are probably not on target, so... if you're a nitpicker you are now warned. :-)
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"It's time to go. Head to the front of the store. Stay with one of us at all times, if you have a weapon, aim for the head. Our look out has reported a small break in one of the doors, so some zombies are coming in. Let's make this quick," Buffy briefed the room and moved to pick up Emily Prentiss. She was trying to project a confident aura, but she knew now that there was a hole it would only get bigger. "Do not let them bite you. We have hunters and slayers with us. If one of those creatures comes near you, just do everything in your power to avoid their teeth, we will come for you. When you get to the others in our group you will see a glowing green doorway, do not freak out, go through the doorway. It leads to safety." Even as she lifted the other woman, an older gentleman with dark hair, and a goatee was scowling at her. "I'm much stronger than I look, and I can carry her and run at the same time for a long time… Trust me?" she asked.

He nodded abruptly and they all began leaving the room.

The guys were hurrying the other survivors to the portal, while the slayers were fighting the few zombies trickling in through the hole they'd created. Rachel turned from her father's body to see Burt Hummel still lying where he'd been. He'd been so quiet, and everyone was so busy trying to evacuate or fight the creatures they'd forgotten he needed help.

"It's time to go Mr. Hummel," she told him over the gunfire and sounds of battle in the outer area.

"You guys go. I'll just slow you down," he grimaced.

"That's not going to happen, Sir," she told him, her tone matter of fact, tears still drying on her face. "I'm not going to go back and tell Kurt we left his father behind to die when there was something that I could do about it."

Burt looked at the pretty teen, decked out in leather, blood and grime drying on her, tears running down her face from having to see her last parent breathe his last breath, and then having to shoot him to make sure he didn't come back to try to eat them all. "My leg's been shot, and it's broken. I can't walk," he told her.

"Then you are very lucky, Sir, because slayers are strong, and I am a slayer," she said, holding her chin up, her voice only quivering slightly. Rachel leaned in, scooping the man up in a brides' cradle and began moving towards the portal. "Now, all you have to do is shoot the zombies, and don't hit our friends."

She'd just gotten him through the doorway when Dean came sliding up with a flat loading cart. "I figured we could put ol' Burt here on this push cart thing and wheel him through the portal. That way if you have to fight you won't have your hands full," he told her, extremely pleased with plan.

"That is a rather industrious idea, Dean," Rachel exclaimed, quickly lowering Burt to the cart. Then she and Dean began pushing the cart and hurrying towards the others and the portal.

The small gap the creatures had made in the doorway of the store had widened with the pressure of the undead pushing against it, and there were more zombies moving towards them as they all ran towards Dawn. Nora and Caridad had run forward, trying to keep a clear path for the others, and now, while the slayers moved up to engage, the hunters fell back to shoot. Dean continued to push as Burt fired upon the flesh eating monsters, but Rachel broke away pulling her gun and the sword Buffy had given her when they'd been gearing up. She fired a few rounds, but then the beasts were too close, and so she spun into battle, slamming a booted foot into a chest, and then swinging around to take its head.
Even as they fought, the slayers inched closer to the portal, guarding the rear and following behind so they could enter and close it as soon as possible. Rachel thought she was holding her own and doing well, but then she'd have a moment to breathe and she'd see Faith or Buffy in the middle of three zombies, the older slayers making it look like an intricate dance.

Finally, all of the survivors were through, and the slayers converged on the portal, Dawn slipping in at the same time as Buffy.

The portal room was in complete chaos by the time the last of the team came through. There were boxes of shoes everywhere, parents were reuniting with their children, and there were two stretchers which the doctors, Dr. Stroud and Dr. Vincent, were trying to get Emily and Burt on. Russell Fabray wasn't reuniting with his child, he was shouting at her.

"You! This is all your fault. We would have been at home…safe, but no, your mother wanted to see you perform. Because of you those things killed her. Because of you my Judy's dead!"

Quinn was very pale and tears rolled down her face. "Daddy, please…"

"How dare you talk to her like that," Carole Hudson whispered furiously from where she stood near her son.

Finn was talking at the same time, "Don't you talk to her like that!" Others were also jumping to Quinn's defense in a general outcry.

"You should've been the one dead! Not Judy, you," her father's voice was cold. "You should've never been born; you're nothing but a disgrace."

Before anyone else could say a word, Willow stepped forward, the air around her practically crackling. "You will not talk to this girl in that manner while in this place, do you understand? This is a safe haven."

"I'll say whatever the hell I want to about her… I'm just telling the truth. I personally want nothing to do with her, or her bastard child," he sneered.

"I am about two seconds from punching this guy through the roof," Connor snapped.

"I think we're about to see Darth Willow," Xander murmured, stepping forward to move towards his oldest friend.

Already he could see her red hair bleeding into black, and slowly she blinked pure black eyes at the cruel, hypocritical man. Very slowly he lifted into the air, and a strange whimpering noise came from the back of his throat. She looked at him for several more seconds before speaking. "Bored now." Then she turned and began to walk away. Russell fell to the ground.

"You people are evil," he hissed. "You're aligned with the Devil! I want to leave here. I demand that someone takes me to my home immediately!"

"No, Daddy, if you go there, you'll be all alone, you'll die!" Quinn cried.

"Don't you talk to me!" he roared at the frail girl. "Take me home! I demand it!"

Willow turned slightly, looking at Buffy. Buffy nodded. Willow then looked at Giles who also nodded. She looked at Russell. "Done." In a flash he was gone. There were loud gasps all over the room, as well as several weapons being drawn. Willow turned towards the weapons, her head cocked to the side. "I do not like guns," she stated plainly. "Put them away before I make them go bye bye."

Although hesitant, after a nod from Buffy, Hotch gave the signal,, and though not quite comfortable with the idea, the agents did as ordered.

"Mr. Fabray is quite safe, or as safe as he can be in his own home. It's where he chose to be, and we do not hold people against their will. No matter what circumstances there are. I'll keep an eye on him," she assured Quinn briefly. "Now, as much as I would love to continue on that line of conversation, there are other matters we need to discuss."
Buffy strode forward meeting Willow, Xander and Giles in the middle. It didn't take long for Faith, Dean and Riley to join them. "What's going on Willow?"

"Is he going to be okay? He's going to be okay right?" Kurt questioned the nurse, Amanda, as she strapped his injured father to the gurney.

"I'm so glad you're okay, Kurt," Burt was close to tears seeing his son alive and healthy. "Rachel told me you were, but seeing is very different than hearing."

"I was so worried about you, Dad," Kurt's voice wobbled. "The phones weren't working, and we had no idea where anyone was… How did you get shot?"

"Looters. They shot me and they shot Agent Prentiss. Heck, I thought I was gonna die there, but your friend, she wouldn't let me give up."

"Rachel?" Kurt was sort of surprised, and then maybe a little ashamed. "We haven't always been exactly friends, more like competitors."

"Yeah, well, I'm sure they wouldn't have forgotten me, but she's the one who picked me up and carried me…"

Tina, whose parents were not among the rescued joined them. "I guess neither my parents nor Rachel's got out of Lima."

"Rachel's parents were on the bus with us," Burt told the kids.

Puck tried to maneuver around his mother and sister to move to Rachel's side. A wave of relief had rushed over him upon seeing his mother, and it had overwhelmed him to know she felt the same on seeing him and Sarah. But now he was worried about Rachel. She stood silent and pale, alone and he wanted to find out what had happened while she'd been out there. It was easy to see she'd fought zombies, but there was a lot of blood on her. As he moved he heard Burt Hummel telling Kurt that Rachel had saved him.. that explained some of the blood. He winced as he realized neither of her fathers was in the milling parents. He knew how worried she was. She probably hadn't taken that well at all. To get all that way, have all those hopes, and have them bottom out. Her attention was completely focused on the Scooby gang.

"There are groups popping up. I'm positive it's tied to Tina's vision. There are slayers, witches and healers, Buffy," Willow explained. She was talking to her friends, but everyone could hear.

"Healers?" Giles was gobsmacked.

"I know," Willow nodded. "I don't think I've ever really met a true healer, but that's what it's telling me. Even a few psychics... and another seer."

"Where are they, Wills?" Xander asked.

"A hospital in New Jersey, a hotel in Miami, and a warehouse in Washington DC."

Puck made it to Rachel's side and reached down, grasping her very cold hand in his own. She looked up at him from haunted eyes, before turning her attention back to the others. He frowned now, knowing something had gone very wrong, and that pissed him off because if he'd been there he'd have been able to take care of her. They hadn't let him go and now she was upset. His scowl deepened. He felt movement to his right and saw Dean Winchester approach and stand on the other side of Rachel silently.

"Slayers in each group?" Buffy asked.

"Yes."

"So they'll have had the dreams and they'll know we're coming," Faith added to the conversation. At least that's how it had begun with Shen, Shahara and Nora. They'd had the dreams, and then, when the rescue party arrived, the original slayers knew exactly who the new slayers were.

"One would hope." Xander murmured. "We need to get groups together to go get these people."

"Agreed," Giles nodded. "Obviously we won't be able to send out as large a group that went out this past time, but still… and a hospital, think of the supplies."

"No, you're right," Buffy agreed. "We need to go get these people. And maybe the hospital group could be a little bigger, to bring supplies back."

Rachel took a step forward, her hand still in Puck's much larger one. "I'll go."

Dean stepped closer to her. "Maybe you should sit this one out," he spoke softly. "Especially after this last one."

Puck frowned, it sounded as if something had happened that he didn't know about. If it had to do with Berry he wanted to know about it. He had trusted these people to take care of her.

Her hand tightened its hold on Puck's as she responded. "No, I want to go. Besides, with Ms. Prentiss injured and Ms. Jareau still not quite feeling up to snuff, you're going to need all of your available slayers. I am obviously not injured and I think I more than adequately showed my capability in battling the infected creatures in the last mission."

Buffy looked at the teen with critical eyes. She nodded sharply. "The only slayers not going are Shen, Shahara, JJ and Emily. Dean, get your guys together, we're going to be breaking down into two groups, and whoever comes back first will pull the last group. Will, we'll need you in one of the groups for portal duty."

"I'm there."

"Team One, four slayers," Faith called out. "Rona, Vi, Rachel, and myself. Hunters. Sam, Dean, Oz, Jordy…"

Puck cut her off. "I want to go with Team One."

"We haven't tried you on weapons yet," Dean stated.

"I don't give a crap. I can use nun chucks, I can shoot a pistol and a rifle, and I beat the shit out of half the football and hockey team at McKinley high school. Ask anybody," Puck's tone hardened at the end. "If you need me to shoot something then give me a gun and point me to the roof."

Dean looked at Puck for another minute before looking back to Faith, "He's on our team."

"Alright. Puck's on our team."

"I can go," Hotch stepped forward. "I can obviously shoot a firearm, and I'm uninjured. I also know how to handle myself on a mission, and around those things. One of my team is injured, and if we're all going to survive then we definitely need medical supplies."

Faith and Buffy looked at each for a moment, before Faith turned to Hotch, "You're with me, Stud. Two witches, Dawn, and Kit."

Buffy started, "Team Two, slayers, Nora, Caridad, Brittany and me. Xander, Graham, Gunn, Connor and Stephenie. Two witches, Willow and Andrew. Everyone take fifteen to get restocked on ammo. We leave in fifteen."

"Buffy, if you need me to go out again I can," Riley had approached.

"No, Riley. You shouldn't have even gone out this last time. You're strictly for training now. Unless it's an emergency. Steph's tough. Even if she's not a slayer she was a marine and she was a cop before this stuff happened. Hells, she pinned Gunn the other day."

"I know, I just feel like I'm…"

"It's all fine, Riley. Now, I need to go get more ammunition."

"What happened out there, Berry?"

Rachel looked at Noah. It hadn't taken long to get the replacement clips for her weapon. "I can't talk about this right now, Noah. Right now I need to stay focused on the situation at hand. Please?" Then she leaned up, kissing him softly.

Noah watched her walk away, over to Faith to listen to the older girl giving some advice.

"She doesn't want to breakdown."

Noah looked to see Dean beside him. "What?"

"If she talks about what happened, she'll breakdown, and she knows if she breaks down she'll be useless for the rest of the day. She's focusing on anything and everything else until she's alone and has time to breakdown."

"What happened, man?"

For a moment Noah wasn't sure if Dean was going to tell him. "Her father was there. He told her that her other father was killed by those things. Then she found out he was dying, pretty much already dead… it was like he was just waiting for her to get there. As if that wasn't bad enough, he died from bite wounds so he had to be taken out with a bullet to the brain, and your girl, she chose to do it herself." Dean met Noah's eyes. "Rachel, your girl? She's a strong one. Tonight, when we get home, she's going to wait until no one's looking and she's going to try to crawl away to deal with her wounds on her own. I expect you'll take care of her?"

"Dude, you didn't even have to ask," Noah's tone was offended. "I'm gonna take care of Berry… she's mine."

Dean looked at Puck for a moment before nodding. "Just makin' sure. Let's go. We got people to save."
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