A/N: There will be a lot of crazy in the next few chapters. so a few points.
*remember the timelines are spastic and completely off.
*this is all my makebelieve. suspend your disbelief.
*forgive the portal repetition. once you do one portal, they all get sort of old and redundant.
*I know I'm crazy, I don't know where all this story came from. Some from some of you and your ideas. Right now I'm mixing so many characters from so many places it's a bit... insane. (i know, redundant)
*I love your reviews and your ideas. However, if I don't know or watch the show, I probably won't write it. Sorry.
*I forgot to state that the lyrics in ch 8 are from the song Daddy's Little Girl from Al Martino. Old Song.
*In this chapter I add several fandoms. I think 7...

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Princeton-Plainsboro

"It's really cold in here," the blonde teenage girl piped in for the sixth or seventh time.

Wilson winced as House's grating voice responded snidely, "It's a morgue. Morgues are normally kept cold so the dead bodies don't stink."

"House," Cuddy sighed in a voice full of fatigue. She wasn't even supposed to be here. She'd only come in to pick up some papers from her desk and then she'd been planning to take Rachel to the zoo. She looked down at her sleeping daughter. "Leave the kid alone."

"We shouldn't even be here," the blonde muttered. "We should be at school… we shouldn't even be here… it's all because of Jenn…" she trailed off.

"Shut up," one of the boys looked up from where his head had been resting on his knees. "You shut up, Alice. This is not her fault, and she's not here to stick up for herself so just shut. Up."

One of the adults who'd come in with the group of teens moved over to the boy to comfort him. "It's going to be okay, Marco."

The teenagers and their chaperones had been returning to New York City from a field trip to Washington DC. They'd had to stop at the hospital when one of their students had been become ill. Their bus had ended up at Princeton-Plainsboro, and Jenny Garrison had to have an emergency appendectomy. They'd tried contacting her family, and gotten no response.
Weird things started happening around the hospital while the chaperones were discussing who would stay with Jenny and who would take the others back to New York. Mr. Dowd, their acting teacher, had gone out for a walk and come back with serious bite wounds; wounds he'd died from. Then the real nightmare began. Mr. Dowd had woken from the dead and started attacking others; doctors, nurses, visitors to the hospital, even his own students. Other people, people who looked savage like the teacher, had started ambling in from outside and begun attacking. The screaming had been horrible.
It was Dr. House and Dr. Hadley who'd gotten the group down to the morgue. Dr. House had said that with the steel doors it would be hard for anything to get through. So now there were fifteen of them in the morgue, and they could hear the moans and thumps from the things outside the doors.

"Everyone just needs to stay calm," Remy told the group. "We're not going to be here for much longer."

"Dr. Hadley's right," a black teen girl agreed from where she sat between a black teen boy and a Latino boy.
"I said the door was strong, not impenetrable," House snarked. He was scowling at his cell phone and ended up tossing it across the room.

Neal Caffrey looked up from where he tried to console Elizabeth Burke. Peter and Elizabeth had been at lunch, all of this craziness had started. Neal had been waiting for Mozzie, who'd never shown up. He had a bad idea that Mozzie wouldn't be showing up for anything anymore. Somehow he'd ended up in the same area and heard Elizabeth screaming. Neal had run as he'd heard her voice screaming Peter's name. Peter lay dead on the ground, one of those things ripping into his chest. Another had been running towards Elizabeth, so Neal had grabbed her hand and run. They'd managed to make it to her car and driven.

They'd tried stopping at June's, but hadn't stopped when they'd seen the older woman nibbling on the thigh of a downed jogger. They'd grabbed Satchmo, but they hadn't stayed at the Burke home because the streets had been infested with the undead. The three of them, he included the dog, had made it as far as New Jersey and this hospital before they ran out of gas. They'd gotten into the hospital just as everyone was heading for the morgue. "He's right. And I can imagine if you get enough of those things pushing against it then even steel doors don't last forever." Satchmo whined at the sound of scratching on the door.

Remy stood, ignoring both men for the moment. "Your name is Denise, right?" Remy asked the teenaged girl.

The black girl nodded. "Denise Dupree."

Remy then looked at the dark-haired woman, sitting with the man who'd spoken, and she spoke again, "What's your name?"

"Elizabeth, Elizabeth Burke," she managed.

"I'm Remy. Look, Dr. House may be an ass, but he and your friend are right, that door won't hold forever. However," she said, again ignoring House's mutterings of 'and your boss', looking back at Denise, "while we're waiting we could make the door stronger." Remy stood up from where she'd been sitting against the wall. "It shouldn't be much longer until they're here for us."

Denise nodded again. "Okay," she agreed, standing. "We could put those big filings cabinets in front of the doors."

Remy was nodding now and she helped Elizabeth stand. The three moved over to the cabinets.

"I think those are bolted down," Wilson started to tell the women, but didn't finish as he heard the bolts break and the three petite ladies moved the cabinets in front of the steel door with what seemed like no problem. He looked at House who was staring at the ladies with interest.

The dark-haired man looked at Elizabeth as if he'd never seen her before.

"Well," House started. "Looks like someone's been eating their Wheaties."

Wellington Arms

Both groups had left, and the people left behind went back to moving shoe boxes out of the room and into one of the large ballrooms that had been set up for just that purpose. Kurt had gone with his father to the makeshift hospital, but the rest of the glee club was present.

Mitch Jones, Mercedes father, had been speaking with Will, and Will called the group together. "Hey guys," he murmured to the weary bunch. "Mr. Jones just filled me in on the rescue."

Tina was weeping quietly where she stood next to Artie, and Artie, though not crying, was extremely pale with red rimmed eyes. Finn and Puck's mothers had taken the teens aside to explain why their parents hadn't come through the portal. Tina's mother had died in the crash, and zombies had gotten her father. Artie's father had died trying to save Artie's mother from the monsters; neither one surviving.

Mercedes was holding onto her father tightly. Her mother had also not made it out of the bus crash, and it ripped at her heart, but she felt fortunate to at least have her father while some didn't even have that.

"We all lost a lot in the last few days," Will spoke softly to the teens he thought of as his kids.

"It must've hurt Rachel that her dads weren't with the group," Mercedes found herself feeling sorry for the normally annoying brunette. And she was surprised; normally the other girl's fathers went to every competition.

"That's the thing, Mercedes," Will began as he rubbed the back of his neck trying to find words to tell them the things he'd been told. He hadn't been sure he should, but after seeing Rachel, and speaking with Emma, he'd known he needed to.

"Perhaps if someone who was there explained it?" Emma interjected quietly, and Mitch nodded in agreement.

"The Berrys were on the bus," Mitch Jones told them gruffly. "Leroy was attacked while trying to save Hiram… those things began to drag Hiram away and one of the FBI agents had to shoot him… so he wouldn't suffer." Mitch could see the horror dawning on the children's faces. "Leroy was still alive when Rachel and the others got to us, but just barely, he was dying quick."

"Oh God," Quinn whispered clutching Finn.

"Oh Rachel," Finn was shaking his head.

"Ms. Summers explained that if we got bit we'd turn into one of those creatures… Leroy, he got bitten a lot," Mitch's tone was grim. "Rachel stayed with her Daddy to the end, singing to him, and holding him. Then she took care of things to make sure he couldn't come back and hurt one of us."

"She had to shoot… her father?" Artie asked with a trembling voice. He couldn't imagine doing that. He didn't know if he'd have been able to.

"She did," Will was still speaking softly. "I know you guys don't always get along, and that Rachel can be very… abrasive, but I was hoping that you would be easier on her for the next few days at least…"

"Mr. Schue, I think if anything, this whole situation has taught us to get past our stupid differences," Mercedes began.

"Rachel's our friend," Mike Chang interrupted. "She's our team mate and we got her back."

"You guys never fail to amaze me," Will looked at them all proudly. "I'm always so honored when I get to call you my kids. I hope you all know that."

With that, Tina burst out sobbing, and Will moved up hugging her to him. "My Mom…. My Dad…"

"I know, I know, I'm so sorry, Tina," he murmured. "I'm so sorry. We're all here for you." As he held her Emma brushed her hand down Tina's hair. It was uncharacteristic of her, touching someone else like that, but it felt right in this situation. "If you need anything I'm here, and Emma's here." He leaned back to meet her eyes. "We are here for you, for any reason. Do you understand?"

Tina nodded. "Yes, thank you Mr. Schue."

"That goes for all of you," he said to all the glee kids, his eyes finally resting on Artie.

DELANO HOTEL, MIAMI

"Is that a gun?"

"Yes."

"Does it have bullets?"

"Yes."

"Have you killeded anyone with it?"

Michael Weston looked over at the little redheaded boy questioning Sam as the older man stared out the hotel window at the zombies below.

"Riley, honey, why don't you come over here and stop bugging the nice man?" the child's mother called the precocious child off his interrogation. "Honestly, he usually doesn't talk this much."

The small group had holed up in the top floor conference room of the luxury hotel. It had been Michael, Fiona, Sam and Michael's mother, Maddie. Fi had gotten too close to the creatures and one had grabbed her. Michael and Sam had been busy fighting off dozens of the things, and suddenly the petite brunette teenager, and the lovely blonde, cocoa-skinned woman had skated, yes skated, into the fray, pulling Fi out of the danger. They'd brought Sam and Michael's group upstairs to a hotel room they'd taken over, and had introduced themselves as Bliss and Rosemary. They were roller derby girls, who along with their friend Maggie, another roller derby girl, had gotten who they could out of their small town in Texas. Unfortunately, it wasn't a big group, and they'd lost some on the way.

Fi had died from her wounds and it had been Michael who had shot her between the eyes when she'd sat up snarling and snapping. Bliss and Shania's uncle, Brad, had fallen backwards, getting away and broken his arm. That's when the group had moved to the very top of the hotel and its conference room with sky-lights. Once there they'd met up with a small group of five from California who'd taken cover. The new people had been armed, well, three of them had been, but it had been the unarmed shorter man who'd called truce.

He'd introduced himself as Sean, and his group members as his father, Henry, his best friend, Gus, and his friends and coworkers, Juliet and Lassiter. They had been in Miami for a seminar when Hell had taken over and the last call home that had gone through had produced a lot of screaming and crying. Henry and Lassiter, first name Carlton, were injured, and Michael had startled everyone when he'd drawn down on them until he'd seen their injuries were not due to zombie bites. Once he'd put his weapon away, and explained that the bite seemed to spread the infection, the group was more understanding.

Bliss watched Riley move over to Maggie, and pulled her little sister, Shania, closer. Every time she shut her eyes she either saw those things eating her parents or she saw the dream she'd had with the blonde woman telling her they were coming for her. The blonde woman and the brunette woman made Bliss feel safe. They knew where these new feelings were coming from. They understood her. They could explain it all to her, and they would when they came to get her; when they came to get everyone.

"We're not going to be able to stay here much longer," Michael told them all. He had shut down all emotion, simply going into survival mode. As a spy, he knew it would be smarter if it were just himself, Sam and his mother, but he also knew he couldn't leave these people, the injured men, the women and children, behind to fend for themselves… even if the teenaged Bliss could pick up the back end of a Buick and slam it into oncoming zombies.

Bliss knew she should keep her mouth shut, but she didn't. "We won't have to. They're coming for us. Soon."

"Don't lose it on us now, Bliss," Pash, her best friend, spoke softly.

Corbi, who would normally be cursing Bliss out right about now, didn't say a word. Bliss was pretty sure that's because she was still in shock from them having to run over Corbi's undead boyfriend. "I'm not losing it, Pash. I'm not the same as I was. Neither are you if you would just pay attention to your body," Bliss muttered. Pash wasn't the same as her, but there was definitely something different. "We didn't make it all the way here from Texas just to die."

Juliet looked over from where she sat near her partner, Lassiter. "You're right. We need to make sure we don't accidentally injure anyone coming to help us though." Her eyes were on Michael.

He rolled his. "If, big if, someone comes to get us out of here, I will certainly not shoot them."

Strangely enough she didn't look like she believed him.

Lobby, Delano Hotel, Miami

A strange crackling filled the air, and in a corner of the room in front of a wall of art, a small circle of black began to expand into a shimmering pool of blue. It formed a doorway, and a petite young woman with an ebony pixie cut, and a Hispanic girl with her hair pulled back in a long braid, stepped cautiously out with swords drawn. Nora and Caridad took a look around their new location.

There was a ten foot safety radius around any portal one of the Council witches conjured, so there were no zombies in the immediate area, but they were milling around, and it was easy to see why. Someone had left the double doors wide open.
Buffy and Brittany were the next two through, followed quickly by the five hunters accompanying them, and the two witches who would remain in the ten foot safety net. The slayers moved into action immediately, clearing the lobby with ease, the hunters moving to the doors to shut them and make sure they stayed that way.

Buffy looked to Willow with one raised eyebrow. "They're at the very top," her best friend told her.

"Brittany, stay with the witches, Nora, with me. Caridad go with Graham, Stephenie, Gunn and Connor for supplies. Xander, with me?" she asked her other best friend.

"Wouldn't have it any other way, Buff," he smiled and the three headed towards the elevator.

Top of Delano Hotel, Miami

The creatures were breaking through the stairwell door. There were too many of them, and it was a wooden door. Just as the door broke, and zombies entered, not as many as they'd thought, the elevator dinged and three people entered.
Sam and Michael drew their weapons immediately, and took aim, firing on the undead monsters. The man in the elevator took a knee, keeping the door open with his body, and firing up and into the foreheads of the creatures. The two women though, they didn't use firearms. They had blades, and they spun through the mass of bodies like they were nothing. Michael was almost scared to shoot, worried about hitting.

"Don't worry, they know how to avoid your bullets," Sean shouted out, and then looked really surprised.

"Sean," Gus hissed, "did you happen to forget that you're not really psychic?"

"Gus, I," he sputtered, "I don't know what's going on, but I know that they know what they're doing, they know how to avoid the bullets!"

There were only a few of the zombies left and the blonde, there was a long-haired blonde and a pixie cut ebony, had kicked the knee out of one dropping him. She lifted him up from the ground, and Michael took the shot, shooting it between its eyes. She smirked, doing a little spin taking its head with her nifty red, scythe-like blade.

All the monsters were dead, the two petite girls and the elevator man moving towards them. The blonde put a finger to her ear for moment and smiled. "Got 'em, Wills. Everyone looks okay for the most part, but we do have some injured. Looks like three. How're the numbers down there?" She seemed to get the answer she wanted, and turned her attention back to the group.

She had sheathed her blade somewhere, and now stood with her hands out as if she meant no harm. "We thought you all might like to get the heck out of this place," she said as she moved.

"Where in the hell did you come from?" Sam was flabbergasted. "I think I'm hallucinating, Mike. This is what happens when I don't drink enough."

"We came from Colorado. We have a base set up there currently. Not sure how long it'll work, but for now it seems to do okay," she told him as honestly as she could. "I'm Buffy Summers. These are my friends; Nora and Xander. The rest are downstairs waiting for us, and picking up what supplies we can. And then we have some at home."

Bliss had taken a small step forward as Buffy spoke, her heart in her throat. She'd known she wasn't going crazy, but seeing the other woman, hearing her voice in real life and not a dream… it was relief.

Buffy turned to Bliss. "Hello, Bliss." She opened her arms, and Bliss rushed into them sobbing. "It's all right. I know this is horrible. I know this is the worst thing in the world. But you're still alive, and we're here for you."

Buffy looked over Bliss towards the men. "You don't have to come with us, if it's not what you want to do, but we'd like you to, and we have more than enough room. And we have medical."

"Well of course we're going to go with you, aren't we, Michael?" the older woman with white hair said looking at the attractive man who'd shot quite a few zombies. "I mean, it's not like we're going to stay here and take our chances alone."

Michael was used to going it alone, of course that was before the world went to shit; when he still had contacts he could depend on. Now it seemed he didn't have to worry about getting unburned, he didn't have to worry about Gilroy, and he didn't have to worry about any one else of that nature. Now he just had to survive. "If you're sure you've got the room, we'll go with you. But can you explain what it was you came in... we didn't hear or see any vehicles arrive."

Before Buffy could speak again the elevator dinged and a teenaged blonde and young Hispanic woman exited. Buffy looked to her people. "Nora, Caridad and Brittany, we have three injuries we need to get back to the portal." She turned back to Michael, smiling, "Everyone, follow me. I'll let Wills explain the portal." The women began lifting the injured gently.

Once they'd reached the lobby, the slayers began motioning the refugees through the portal. When it was just the slayers, hunters, Willow, Sam and Michael, Willow's head turned towards the doors leading to the street.

"Buffy," her voice was anxious. "There are people out there, one's a slayer!"

"Shit," the blonde murmured. There were a lot of zombies out there. "Any idea where, Wills?"

"Approaching fast," the redhead murmured, her head tilting. "They need to know to stop here. I'll try to lead the slayer…"

Buffy looked to her slayers. "Let's go give them a sign. Xander, cover us, but if it looks bad, fall back."

The four slayers moved forward, the men and one female with firearms pushing in behind, and once the women slipped outside, and began slicing and dicing with their bladed weapons, the people the blonde had designated 'hunter' began firing. Michael and Sam joined them.

It wasn't long before the engine of a fast moving vehicle could be heard. The girls had managed to avoid bite marks, only receiving claw marks, and Nora had received a laceration from being slammed into the ripped door of a truck. A bright red Honda Civic came tearing around the corner, sliding into several of the undead. Between the slayers, the hunters' guns, and the vehicle, there were only a few stragglers, but larger groups could be seen in the distance.

"Come on," Buffy yelled at the idling vehicle.

Four people, one female and three males, piled out of the car and ran for the hotel entrance. Everyone slipped back inside the hotel, and Xander slammed the doors shut, he and Gunn once again securing it.

"All right. Glad you could make it," Buffy told the four newcomers; a large bald man, olive complexion with chocolate eyes, a woman similar in appearance to the man with long ebony hair, a tall lanky but muscular blonde man with bright blue eyes, and a large, scruffy man with brown hair and green eyes. "Now, please hold all questions, head to the redhead, and through the nice portal, and we're heading to safety."

Though the men looked at her with both suspicion and disbelief, the woman who'd been talking about a petite blonde saving them, walked through without any fear, and the men followed her with a put upon sigh.
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