A/N: So... it's me again. Um, So, I'm going to be introducing some female characters from a movie... not a great movie, but the characters are fun. I will only be using one male character from this movie. I will introduce the movie at the start of that chapter. Yes, that's right, now I'm picking and choosing characters at random...
so, last chapter I introduced seven new fandoms. Here they are: House MD, Fame (2009), White Collar, Burn Notice, Whip It!, Psych and The Fast and the Furious.

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Princeton-Plainsboro Entrance

A strange breeze began blowing through the entry of Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. In the corner, between two ferns and right next to the elevator, if someone were looking it would have appeared as if someone was ripping through reality, and tearing it away to reveal a glowing green opening about six and a half feet high and four and a half feet wide. As per council rule, Dawn had constructed the normal ten foot safety zone around her perfect portal, so when Rona and Vi stepped through, they were perfectly safe from the zombies bumping against the invisible force shield. Dawn and Willow had worked for weeks on the thing. It was perfect. It stopped anything and everything from entering the zone unless the portal caster allowed them. It also stopped projectiles. But what really made it perfect was that while nothing could get in, they could get out.

Rachel and Faith were the next two out, and the four slayers began slicing through zombies even as the hunters began their exit. Dawn and Kit entered the safety to see Sam and Oz working on the doors, Dean and Puck keeping them covered, and Jordy helping out the slayers. Hotchner and Morgan, who'd surprised Faith and insisted on coming when they'd gotten ready to go through the portal, were taking their time, taking aim, and firing into the heads of the zombies. And they were good shots.

"You didn't have to come," Hotch murmured to Morgan.

"Hotch, I have told you about a thousand times now, I got ya back. Like I told that Faith woman, you're my boy, and I ain't lettin' you out into this… whatever this is, without me comin' too."

They'd managed to kill the zombies in sight, and get the doors closed and fortified. The team worked through the clinic quickly and silently, and then made their way to the emergency room. Once the ground floor was cleared they headed back to the portal.

"Okay my little witches, where are our refugees?" Faith looked to the taller brunette and the petite violet haired girl.

"We've got two spots," Kit was the one to answer. "We've got a very small group on fourth floor, maybe in a room they've closed off, and then the larger mass is one level down, probably the morgue."

"Rock n' Roll," Faith grinned. "Vi, you stay with our girls here. Rona, Oz and Jordy, why don't you two go liberate the pharmacy, then work on bandages and shit like that. Once we got the people out we'll make a last run at equipment." She turned to face the hunters going with her and Rachel. "Do not shoot us. It will really piss me off. Aim for the heads of the zombies. That seems to do 'em in real nice. And don't get bit."

Rachel looked at Puck with worried eyes. "I wish you had stayed back," she whispered.

"Dude, I can handle myself," his tone showed he was offended.

"I don't mean that, Noah. I know you can handle yourself, but these things… if they get one bite in you're done and I… I don't think…"

"Berry… Rach… I promise you," he whispered, leaning closer. "I promise you, I will be fine. Plus I'm all decked out in leather; it'll be hard for one of those freaks to bite through this."

She ran her eyes up and down him. "You do look very badass."

Noah was pleased, and kissed her fiercely before breaking away and going back to stand near Dean and Sam.

"Ain't they cute, Sam," Dean said from his left.

"They're in lurv," Sam teased from his right.

"I will kick both your asses just to prove how badass I am if you don't shut up," Puck said in a pleasant voice as they started moving, Morgan and Hotch taking the rear.

Dean and Sam looked at each other. "Are you sure Dad never had any more kids, cuz I swear he's you all over again," Sam muttered.

Dean's grin slowly widened, "He could only wish to be this good-looking…"

"Hey, Hotch, you notice how that eye-patch guy looked a lot like Lynch?" Morgan tried to speak softly so as not to be heard by Faith.

"Someone looks like Boy-Toy?" the brunette smirked over her shoulder.

He sighed. "Yeah, this computer tech analyst, works for the Bureau… he's been seeing our friend, Garcia. And if that eye-patch guy, didn't have the eye patch, and Lynch were in, well, a lot better shape, they'd look a lot a like."

"Don't tell me you didn't notice that the man who went with Buffy to Miami looked like a younger version of James Baylor?"

Morgan's eyes widened. "That Miller guy… I don't think Baby Girl noticed though."

Faith looked interested. "So Xan Man and Gray have some Twinkies lurking around, huh?"

Surprisingly there were no zombies in the stairwells and the only reason that came to mind was the heavy doors. They made their way up to four, and once they were there Faith cracked open the door to sneak a peek at the hallway. The hospital itself was like a hexagon. There was a central hub and then six arms branching out from the hub.

They exited the stairwell, and headed for the first arm. There were a few zombies milling about and easily taken out before they even came close to arm's reach. It was the fourth arm that they found the room where two doctors had locked themselves in with a patient.

Faith knocked on the glass softly, and couldn't help the chuckle when both men jumped a foot. The good-looking black doctor came towards the glass looking frantic. "Run," he yelled, his voice muffled by the glass. "You're in danger… There are zombies behind you!" He was pointing behind them, but Morgan and Hotch were already firing into the two creatures ambling their way.

"Yeah," she agreed lifting one eyebrow. "We got that. You guys wanna come with us?"

The black doctor, his name tag said Dr. Foreman, had blinked at her in shock for a moment before he started talking to a good looking blonde doctor, whose nametag said Dr. Chase. The two men slid open the door. "We have a patient in a coma," Dr. Chase announced in an Australian accent.

"Is she intubated?" Hotch asked.

"No" Dr. Chase responded. "She's not on any machine except monitors for heartbeat and to make sure she's breathing."

"Excellent." Faith clapped her hands together. "Show me little miss, and we'll carry her down to our peeps, and then we'll head for the others in the morgue."

"There are others," Dr. Foreman asked.

"Yep. Don't know who or how many, but we're showing a group." Faith made her way over to the patient and then stopped once she got a good look. "No fuckin' way."

"Do you… excuse me, but do you know who this is?" Dr. Chase asked, moving towards her.

"Holy shit," Faith muttered. "Actually. Yes. I do. We thought… we were told…" Faith moved forward, abruptly stopping her words. She began gently disconnecting the wires from the lovely comatose woman. Tears were in the normally tough slayer's eyes as she turned around, carrying her new burden with ease, muttering soothing words as she glided. "I gotcha. We're gonna take good care of ya now… we looked for so long… before the Riots, after too… those bastards… "

The group, having moved the two doctors and Faith carrying the patient to the middle, Rachel and Dean in front, moved back to the stairwell and began descending.

They got back to the hospital entry and the rest of the group was there waiting for them. Dawn and Oz stood at attention almost immediately upon seeing the lead slayer.

"Oh my Goddess," Dawn gasped, stumbling forward a little.

"Not possible…" Oz trailed off.

"What does your nose tell ya?" Faith asked intensely, and he just started nodding slowly.

Faith lowered the woman to the ground, and Dawn and Oz moved forward to encircle her. "Queen C," Oz murmured.

"Cordelia Chase, our Cordy is alive." Dawn was crying, but she wiped her eyes and then reached out grabbing Cordy's limp hand in her own. Cordy shot up into a sitting position, gasping for air, her eyes wide open. She relaxed slightly, panting for breath and then began to cry, the other three wrapping their arms around her.

"How did they do that?" Chase was flummoxed. The woman had been in their care at the hospital for the last six months, never waking up, and no one knew who she was. Every time it went to the state to get her out of the hospital and into a group home something would happen and she would stay.

"Oz, you take her through to Giles," Faith murmured. "Take her through and stay there with her. We're gonna get the rest of these people."

He didn't speak, just nodding once before lifting the still weeping Cordy into his arms and stepping through the portal.
Faith stood shakily, taking a moment to compose herself. She and Queen C hadn't necessarily been friends, but these days… well, these days she was always glad to see a face she recognized still alive; especially one of the good guys. She turned to the group. "Let's go save those people holed up downstairs."

The morgue had gone silent again after the three women had fortified the door. Even House was keeping his own counsel. Out in the hall they began to hear different noises. Not just the shuffling of undead moving back and forth, but a clanging, and then several shots rang out causing everyone in the room to jump where they sat.

The three women who'd moved the filing cabinets stood and began moving the damned the things.

"How do you know there aren't killers out there? Yes, let's make it easier to come kill us all," House sniped petulantly, ignoring Thirteen's rolling of her eyes.

The door swung outward, revealing two, petite and shapely brunettes, and five armed men. The elder of the two brunettes, yet still young, perhaps in her early to mid twenties, and encased in tight leather, stepped forward. "Hey. Bet you all are ready ta get outta this dump, huh?"

Elizabeth stepped forward, "You, I dreamt of you… and the blonde…"

"You sure did. I'm Faith. The blonde is Buffy. You'll meet her soon. And you're Elizabeth. Three of ya in this group; slayers at least." She looked from Elizabeth to Remy and Denise.

Rachel looked at the group and spoke, her voice a bit anxious, "Anyone get bitten?"

"So that was what caused everyone to go from Thou Shalt Love Thy Neighbor, to Thou Shalt Love Thy Neighbor for lunch," House quipped, smug because he'd known he was right.

Dean ignored the sarcastic man, instead speaking to his group, "Doesn't look like anyone's hurtin' in here. Let's get supplies so we don't have to come back unless it's an emergency."

One of the boys, a Latino teen, who'd been helping his friend to his feet, looked at the two. "Why would you want to come back?"

Puck looked at the guy. The teens in the room were about the same age as him, Rachel, and the rest of the Glee club. "It's a hospital," Puck talked slowly, as if the other teen were a slow child. "We grab what we can now, but if we shut it up tight, and know it's empty if we need more shit later, we can come back," he told the other boy as he moved closer to Rachel. She seemed relaxed and leaned into him.

Sam started shaking his head. "It's like they cloned your brain and put in a different body," he muttered to his brother.

Dean was smirking, "I shall call him, Mini-Me." He turned his attention back to the survivors. "Everyone who wants to be saved, follow us to our spiffy magical portal. We'll be heading back to our home base in Colorado. Unfortunately, every where else is pretty much the same as right here. But at our HQ we got food, showers, beds, almost anything and everything your little hearts can desire."

The man who'd been sitting with Elizabeth was standing now. "Excuse me, did you say this 'portal' thing goes to Colorado?"

"Sure did." Dean grinned. A golden retriever had shuffled over and began snuffling at his hand. "Hey, Buddy. You're a good lookin' pooch."

"Satchmo," the man said. "His name's Satchmo, and that's impossible."

"Well, Mr…?"

"Neal… Neal Caffrey."

"Well, Neal, welcome to my world, where magic exists and the bad guys are normally monsters. Now, why don't you just follow us downstairs where you will see, and eventually someone who understands all the technical, or mystical, bullshit will explain it to you."

WELLINGTON ARMS

There was no signal that anything was happening; people just began walking out of Willow's portal. And then Buffy's team was coming back through. It wasn't a large group of people, but there were four new slayers, a witch and a psychic. There was already medical waiting to add three new patients to their small infirmary.

One of the newcomers wasn't a stranger, and Will Schuester and the Glee kids that were still in the hotel quickly moved over to the man who Brittany was helping through the portal. "My God, Brad! I thought you were going to Texas to visit your sister and her family?" Will was amazed to see the New Directions pianist walking through, alive and well.

"I did," the quiet man told the director. "My niece, Bliss, and her friend saved my life."

As soon as Xander and Buffy were out of the portal they were approaching Giles and Riley. "Have we heard anything?" she asked quietly.

"From Faith's group?" Giles asked, a bit preoccupied on seeing some of the group coming through Willow's portal.

Buffy and Xander shared a look. "No," she said slowly. "I know they'll be back soon. I'm talking about Kennedy's group."

"They should have checked in by now," Xander added.

"I'm sure we'll be hearing from them… Oh Gods," the Watcher's voice choked off and Buffy and Xander turned to see what had caught his attention.

Oz had come through the green portal carrying Cordelia. For a moment no one moved and then it was a rush. Most didn't know or understand what was going on, but Cordy was out of Oz's arms and into Xander's in seconds, cries and sobs filling the air as the whole group of them went to their knees embracing.

Willow, who'd been speaking to Quinn and Bliss's friend another newly found witch, Pash, let out a cry and ran to join her friends. All of them, Buffy, Xander, Willow and even Giles touched her as if they were scared she'd disappear. Oz had never removed his hands.

"Xander, your face, your eyes," the brunette sobbed.

"Hey there, Beautiful, don't you worry about me," he told her through his own tears, touching his forehead to her own. "I have never been happier to see anybody in my life, Cordelia Chase."

"I saw all these horrible things… I couldn't wake up, I couldn't make them stop… I wanted them all to stop…" her seeking eyes met those of the former librarians.

"I know… I know you did…" Giles crooned.

"It's all right," Buffy murmured. "We've got you. We won't let anything happen to you…"

"I thought I'd failed you," Willow wept. "I thought I'd left you in that place to die!"

Cordy reached out, grasping one of Willow's hands in her own.

People were starting to make their way through Dawn's portal now, and Buffy leaned forward kissing Cordy on her forehead, wanting nothing more than to stay right where she was, but she knew she couldn't. "I have to go for now. There's still a group in DC that we need to bring back."

"Can I just stay with Willow and Xander? Or do they have to go?" Cordy asked in a small voice.

"I'm not going anywhere," Xander murmured, making himself comfortable before pulling her more fully into his lap.

"Neither am I. Dawn's the best with portal work," Willow told the other girl lightly.

Buffy took one more look at the trio and headed for Faith. The two slayers embraced. They'd lost so much with the First, the LA Riots, and then with Angelspawn they'd lost more friends; slayers who'd been attacked before The Powers had protected them, slayers who'd been attacked by masses of the infected, demons of neutral or good persuasion that they'd considered friends. For them to be able to find one of their friends, and an original Scoobie from Sunnydale… it was like a present from the Gods.

"Okay," Buffy stepped back. "We have more people to save. DC. Slayers; Nora, Rona, Caridad, Vi, Rachel, Britt, Faith and Me…"

"I wanna go," Bliss stepped forward.

"Sorry, Bliss," Buffy told her gently, but firmly, "not gonna happen. I don't doubt that you're tough for an instant, but until Faith, Giles, Xander and I can evaluate you, I can't let you into a situation like this. We might not be able to get infected, but we can die."

The girl looked upset, but she nodded sharply.

"Dean, you wanna pick the hunters?" Buffy offered.

"Sure thing, Tinkerbell," he teased and dodged quickly out of the way of her punch. "Hunters; Me, Sam, Miller, McHenry," Stephenie McHenry, a police officer they'd rescued in Colorado Springs straightened with pride as her name was called, "Hotchner, Morgan, Gunn, and Puck."

"Why are you taking so many?" Finn asked.

Dean shared a glance with Buffy before turning to Dawn and Kit. "Maybe one of you should explain it?"

Dawn looked at the extremely tall teen as he stood with his arm around his pregnant girlfriend. "The way the spell works… not only does it pick up survivors, but it picks up if any of the survivors have had any enhancements, or had their 'potential' activated; like slayers, healers, witches, psychics, get it? But it also picks up on the flesheaters. It gives us an idea of about how many are around them. And there are a lot around that warehouse."

"Do you need more people? Do you need me?" he asked slowly.

"Finn, no," Quinn whispered.

"Quinn, if they need me, I'm not letting Puck, Rachel and Brittany going without me," he told her softly.

"Can you shoot a gun?" Dean asked the teen.

"Not really," he answered honestly.

"Then no, while we appreciate you wanting to help, and believe me, we do, you're better staying here and helping here while we go."

"We wouldn't let you go anyway," Buffy added. "Anyone with a baby on the way, they don't get to go."

Finn looked at Puck and wanted to say something, but he could see Puck grasping Rachel's hand tightly. For once it clicked into Finn's brain easily; Puck wanted to make sure Rachel was okay, and he knew that Finn was there for Quinn and the baby no matter what. Finn nodded slightly, but knew he would be talking to his friend later.

Dawn cleared her throat, "I'll take Kit and Carlos with me."

"You think you can open in the warehouse?" Buffy asked.

"Pretty sure."

"Let's do it."

As they walked through, they could hear an obnoxious voice cry out, "Hey! When did Coma Chick wake up?"
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