A/N: So, my laptop at home has a virus which means I can't update wwomb, since I'm updating from work. I'm very bitter currently. I'm a mixture of negative emotions. AND at work.
With the laptop on the fritz, i'm not sure when i'll be able to update again... not for a week at least. sorry.

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WAREHOUSE, WASHINGTON DC

Leroy Jethro Gibbs had never thought he'd be around to see the end of the world. Although, he grinned wryly, he supposed McGee was right, it wasn't technically the end of the world; it was just the end of mankind. Now he sat in an old warehouse on the outskirts of DC with a bum arm waiting for some goddamned movie monster come to life to break through what fortifications they were able to construct.

He'd tried his best, and it was killing him that his best hadn't been good enough. Still, he had his team here, and he'd even managed to get McGee's sister, Sara, and Fornell and his daughter here. He and his team had managed to pull in others as well. Callen, Hanna, Blye and Getz, the NCIS team from LA was in town working on a joint investigation. They were in the warehouse now. There was a group from Illinois that had been in town receiving an award. Another group from New York had been in DC to have dinner with the President. One of the men in that group was a writer, and he and McGee were busy talking currently, both being fond of the other's work. The writer's daughter, a sweet little redhead was cuddling with McGee's dog. The last group that had made it into the warehouse with them had been the people from the Jeffersonian. Some of those people looked shell shocked.

Vance and his family had been on a trip to Hawaii. Gibbs wondered if this, whatever this was, had spread that far. He had a feeling it did. None of their phones were working. They were jammed. And all computers were off line.

Gibbs looked up as DiNozzo made his way over to him, and Ziva moved over to the group from Illinois. "Hey, Boss, we were thinking, that maybe we should all be closer together, and farther away from doors and windows."

"That's a good idea, Tony."

"McGee's gonna talk to those guys from New York, and Ziva's gonna talk to those people from Chicago. I thought I'd go talk to the Jeffersonian group. And Ziva, she…" Tony hesitated slightly.

"Spit it out."

"She and a few of the other ladies keep talking about a rescue coming for us," Tony was bemused and shrugged.

Just as Tony started moving over to the group, a wind began blowing throughout the large area.

"Where the Hell's that coming from?" Fornell bit out, holding his daughter closer to his body.

In the very center of the room a ripping sound shattered the eerie quiet, and the air was ripped away into a vibrant green doorway. The groups moved together automatically, and began backing away, the LEOs pulling their firearms.

Two young women appeared out of the green; both petite and lovely, one ebony-skinned with her hair in hundreds of tiny corn rows hanging down her back, the other pale with short, spiky red hair and bright green eyes. They moved to the sides of the door, both carrying swords. The next two out of the green field were brunettes; again both were petite and both very lovely. One was young, perhaps fifteen or sixteen, the other in her early twenties. Neither of these women had their weapons out, but their hands hovered nearby. The next pair were blondes, another teen, the other in her mid twenties.

The older blonde stepped forward and began talking even before everyone had stopped exiting the doorway; two more girls, one Hispanic, the other pale with short dark hair. "I'm Buffy. We saw that you were trapped here and came to help you." Seven men and one more woman moved out, fanning out behind the line of small women. The last three out of the doorway stayed near it; a tall, willowy brunette, a petite, violet haired female that reminded Gibbs of Abby, and an attractive Hispanic male, all three in their late teens.

Gibbs was about to speak, but Ziva stepped forward. "I know you," she told the blonde.

"Yes," the blonde agreed.

"I dreamt of you," Ziva exclaimed.

"So did I," the writer's daughter stepped forward.

"Alexis?" the girl's father, Richard, grabbed onto his little girl's hand.

"Dad, I saw her, and her," she pointed to the older brunette, "in a dream I had earlier."

"There are probably a few of you who had that dream," Buffy announced. "There are a few of you who have changed over the last few days. Unfortunately, there's no going back. Those of you who dreamt of me and Faith, well, you'll find that you're really strong now. You'll find that you have a lot of new abilities now."

"How did you know we were here?" Gibbs asked. "For that matter, how did you get here?"

"Magic" she stated simply.

Everyone began murmuring and talking amongst themselves. Meanwhile, the women who'd come with the blonde, all except for one, had spread out, making sure they were between any possible entry points and the evacuees.

"Look, my name is Aaron Hotchner. Until all this started I was Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner with the BAU, that's the Behavioral Analysis Unit. These ladies aren't lying. They saved us just a few hours ago in Ohio."

Fornell spoke up, recognizing the man almost immediately, "Agent Hotchner, Agent Fornell here. Is this happening everywhere? We've had no phones, no computers, and it's almost impossible to get anywhere out there."

Hotch looked at Buffy. He didn't know the answer. He knew that in Colorado, Ohio, and other places it was happening… was it happening everywhere? Did they even know?

Buffy cleared her throat. "Look. We haven't heard from our overseas associates as of yet. It is possible it's just the continental United States. Our main concern at this time has been finding and retrieving anyone not infected with Angelspawn."

"That's the one sentence I saw before the computers went down, Boss," McGee whispered behind Gibbs.

Abby finished, "Complete Quarantine. Operation Angelspawn Security Breach."

"I see we aren't the only ones who got the memo," Graham murmured. "Those doors and windows aren't going to last much longer, Faith."

"Yeah, I got ya," Faith sighed and let out a loud whistle. "Yo, PEOPLE!" Everyone quieted down. "There ain't much time 'til those doors break. And while we brought a buncha slayers with us, and a buncha Hunters with us, I would still really rather go home. Cuz while you guys have only been here today, we been savin' people in Ohio, New Jersey and Miami, and I would like a shower, some lunch, and a cold beer. So, can we move it along?"

"Are you saying it's safe to go through that… green door?" a man asked and moved forward.

"Holeee Sheeitt," Faith's mouth dropped open.

Buffy gasped, "Angel?"

The man looked confused, "Um, no, my name is Seeley Booth, FBI Agent Seeley Booth."

A taller brunette, the last girl through the door moved forward and grasped the blonde's shoulders, the brunette's wide blue eyes still staring at Seeley. The blonde shook her head. "I'm sorry. You, um, you look exactly like someone I used to know. Someone I used to, a, know very well…" Buffy turned to the short girl with purple hair. "Kit, go through and warn Connor."

"Who's Connor?" Seeley asked the strange women, holding Parker close, and keeping Bones and the Squints behind him.

Buffy faced the man who could've been Angel's twin. "Connor was Angel's son. Please, we can answer any questions back home. We're at the Wellington Arms in Colorado. And if you don't want to be there once we're there, we'll take you wherever you want to go. But let's get out of this shack that's about to become an all you can eat buffet for the zombies."

It only took another moment of mumblings before everyone began to move forward and into the portal.

Finally, everyone saved that day and the day before was in the hotel and they were either sitting or standing in the portal room. Rachel ended up next to the silver haired man with his arm in a sling. He smiled at her so she smiled back.

"Aren't you a little young to be going into such dangerous situations?" he asked quietly.

"I'm not the youngest. That would be Shahara, she's ten. And actually, before yesterday I had never participated in any type of physical altercations," she told him honestly." However, then this began and I was able to utilize my new abilities. They have come in quite handy. "

"Are any of these people your parents?"

Rachel's face fell. "No. My fathers were both killed by those creatures," she told him softly.

"I'm sorry," he told her gently.

"Do… did, or do you have children?"

"No…" now his voice was quiet. "I did, once… a long time ago… I had a little girl."

She met his eyes and saw his sadness and she understood, but before she could comment people began to quiet.

Buffy stood and faced the now large group. "As you've all seen, the world has changed. Most of you, probably all of you with the exception of Cordy, never imagined you would or could see anything like this. In a way, this type of world isn't new to some of us… Some of us, well, we grew up fighting the dark things that hide in the shadows and in the night. We fought against monsters you've only seen in movies or read about in books. Most of you would look at our lives and think they were just stories; tales told to frighten children," she spoke over their muttering. "It doesn't really matter anymore. Those days are gone now. This… thing that the military created, Angelspawn, it has changed everything. The things we used to fight are gone, but as everyone has seen there are still monsters left to fight. And we," she motioned to herself and the other women who'd gone through the portals with her, "will fight them. It's what we do."

Willow walked forward, taking over for Buffy. "Over the next few days some of you will start experiencing changes within yourselves. Please don't be frightened. With the outbreak of Angelspawn, and the destruction of the Old World we knew, the Potential has been awakened within. Obviously slayers are the easiest to pick out. Super strength is hard to miss." She smiled. "Just let one of us know. We'll get someone to help you with whatever it is you're experiencing."

"We're not going to stop looking for survivors," Buffy announced. "Any lifesigns we find we will be going after. We send slayers because we're tough and if we get bitten we won't change. As you've all seen we also send what we like to call hunters. Men, or women, who can fight hand to hand, with blades, or firearms."

"If there's someone specific you want us to look for, let me know," the redhead interjected. "If I have a specific target it helps."

"We have one team of slayers out right now. They're investigating the original site where the outbreak occurred. Over the next few days we'll need to start making plans. Long term plans. Again, if this isn't where you want to be, let us know. We'll get you where you want to go."

"Excuse me."

Buffy looked to see one of the men from the group they'd just brought back. He was what Faith would call a 'silverfox'. "Yes?" she responded politely.

"My name's Gibbs, I am, or at least I was, an NCIS agent, that's Naval…"

She cut him off, "Naval Criminal Investigative Service yes, we, at least, some of us are very aware of the different law enforcement groups." Buffy hid a small smile, while Rona and Vi snickered. Dawn snorted inelegantly.

"That's one list I haven't been on the most wanted for," Dean murmured to Puck who, he was pleased to see, looked suitably impressed.

Gibbs' smirked, "All right. Are you trying to tell us that this is it for survivors? That the people in this room and this hotel are all that's left?"

Buffy looked to her Watcher. Giles stepped forward. "Well, you see, Mr. Gibbs, what we're trying to say is that at this time, you, meaning everyone in this hotel, are what we have found. Does this mean there are no others? Not at all. There very well could be. Perhaps our scrying hasn't been able to pin point their location. Or perhaps there is something blocking us. All we can say is that since we pulled Captain Finn and his unit in, and since we saw the message of the outbreak right before the computers went down, we've been searching."

Willow stood from where she'd been sitting with Xander and Cordelia. "It's a lot easier to find people if there are those with special gifts with them… or in the case of our friends from Ohio, if Agent Hotchner's team hadn't been with them, we would have still found them because we had DNA to go off of since we already had their children here from an earlier rescue. If everyone would like to donate a strand of hair, you certainly can. I will input that into my searches. We aren't just giving up. We don't do that here."

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Rachel was both exhausted and starving, but she was also filthy. Just looking at one of the queen sized beds in the room that she would be sharing with Quinn was a reminder that the only sleep she'd gotten had been a few hours of tossing and turning. In the past forty-eight hours she'd helped win Regionals, killed Coach Sylvester and Jacob Ben-Israel, gone through multiple portals, been introduced to the world of magic and slayers, killed dozens of zombies, saved people and had to watch her Daddy die. She'd had to shoot him in his head to make sure he wouldn't become a monster. She couldn't help but wonder if that made her a monster?

Rachel went into the bathroom and turned the shower on hot, stripping out of the leather, leaving herself in her plain white bra, panties and white tank top. She'd spent her life going to temple, listening to the words of her Rabbi, and now she had to wonder if her Dad and Daddy had gone to a better place or if they were just gone into nothing? Tears began to stream down Rachel's face as she stepped under the spraying water. Closing her eyes she could imagine her Dad being dragged off by those creatures; she could see her Daddy getting bitten. The wounds he'd had were savage, almost as if he'd been attacked by a pack of vicious dogs. A sob closed off her throat as she remembered her Daddy's face as she sang to him. He'd held on for her. Almost as if he'd known she'd come.

And then the sobs came and wouldn't stop and Rachel couldn't hide her cries. She didn't hear the light knock on the door, or Quinn telling Sarah to go get Puck. Rachel didn't hear Quinn sliding the curtain back.

Quinn looked at Rachel, still wearing her white underclothes with hot water pouring down on her, as she leaned back against the back of the shower. "Oh, Rachel," Quin whispered and not caring that she got wet, wrapped her arms around the slightly shorter girl. Rachel turned into the embrace and it was as if her knees gave out, both girls easing down to the ground. Quinn began rocking, and making soothing noises, as she herself began crying.

"Daddy," Rachel keened.

"Baby? Rachel?" Puck's frantic voice came from the doorway, and Quinn looked up to see Puck, with Finn and Sarah behind him. The little girl was trembling, and Finn looked pale as well. "Oh, Baby." He moved into the bathroom, turning off the water, and taking the large towel Finn handed him. He scooped Rachel up into his arms, and then moved over to the tub which was to the side of the shower. He sat on the edge, holding her close, keeping the towel around her, as Finn helped Quinn up, and wrapped her in a towel as well. Then it was just Puck and Rachel alone.

"Daddy, he died, Noah," Rachel sobbed. "My Daddy died. They took my Dad too… they took them both from me… it's not fair… I need them… but now they're gone…"

"I know, Baby, I know. I'm so sorry, God, I'm so sorry."

"I stayed with him. I stayed with him, and I held him and told him I loved him, because I do, Noah, I love him so much, love them so much, and now they're gone, and they'll never be back, and they'll never be here to tell me how special I am, or how I'm their little star, and their rainbow. I'll never hear them tell me how I made their world brighter, how I was their special gift, or how no matter what anyone else says I'm perfect the way I am. They'll never sing to me again…They'll never kiss me on my forehead again, or hug me, or embarrass me by asking about boys, and I don't know how I'm supposed to be okay with that…" she wept. "How can I be okay with that?"

"You can't," he told her honestly, holding back his own tears at the pain she was in. He'd never really understood that caring for someone the way he cared for his crazy Berry, could hurt so much. "You're not supposed to, or going to be okay with it, Rach. But you're going to make it through it. Because you've got me, and you've got Hudson, and Quinn, and the rest of the Gleeks. You got Schue and Ms. P. and hell, now you got all those slayer chicks to watch your back. But even without all of them, you got me."

"I'm so glad I have you, Noah," she whispered, still sobbing, burying her head into where his neck met his shoulder.

They sat like that for a while longer, just holding each other, Puck making sure to keep the towel around her securely so she wouldn't get cold; letting her cry in his arms.

**

Buffy made her way over to Xander and Cordelia quickly. "How're we doing over here?"

Cordy gave her a weak smile. "I'm exhausted. You'd think after being in a coma for gods know how long I would be more awake."

"You're not used to being awake and doing things again," Xander reminded her.

"Did Kit speak to you guys too?" Buffy asked.

"About the Deadboy look alike?"

Cordy slapped Xander's arm weakly. "She did, but she didn't need to. I remember seeing Angel die in the Riots. I was still in the coma, but it was like I had a direct channel to watch it all go down. It was horrible. First Wesley, and then Angel and Spike... Illyria, the demon that stole Fred's body… she survived, but…"

"She disappeared two days ago," Buffy murmured. "Right after Riley, Sam and Graham used their homing stone to teleport to us. She gave out this weird almost choking noise and just… vanished."

Cordy blinked and the second her eyes opened they were pure, glowing white. "There's a young slayer, she was with Faith. She needs you. She has a good support system, but she needs someone who understands losing someone to the monsters." The next time her eyes opened they were back to their dark brown. She gave a tremulous smile. "Well, that didn't hurt at all."

"I'm going to go check on Rachel," Buffy gave the Seer a squeeze and walked away.

"Why don't we go get you a room set up?" Xander suggested. "You know, if you'd like, the room that attaches to mine is empty. You could have that one, that way if you needed anything during the night you could get me?"

"Won't… well, don't you have someone who would have a problem with that?"

"Since Anya died, I haven't really dated too much. No one serious enough to live with me. And now… well, I think we all know how it is now… The dating pool is seriously decreased now," he joked lightly.

"I'll take that room then," she whispered. "Thank you, Xander."

"No thanks are ever necessary for us, Cordelia," he told her, looking her straight in the eyes. "I think we're far beyond that. Let's go get you some clothes, and then we'll get you to your room."

**

The door to Rachel and Quinn's room was propped open and Buffy pushed it open further. "Knock, knock," she called out softly as she entered.

"We're in here."

Finn and Quinn sat on one of the beds, Finn still hugging Quinn, whose tears were drying. "Hey there," Buffy greeted the two.

Quinn looked at the other blonde woman. "Rachel broke down."

Buffy nodded. "Yeah, today was a tough day. We sort of expected that would be happening. How are you doing, Quinn?"

"I'm just worried about her… and Tina and Artie…"

"What about yourself?"

Quinn knew what Buffy was talking about. Her father had yelled about her mother dying… about it being her fault. And now her father was gone, because he couldn't stand to be near Quinn… no, that wasn't the only reason. He couldn't stand to be near anyone he thought was beneath him. All of these people who'd rescued them, had rescued him, Russell Fabray would see them all as beneath him. "It hurts knowing my Mother is dead. But they told me I was dead to them months ago. When they found out I was pregnant they kicked me out of their house and told me I wasn't their daughter any more. And I didn't have to see her die."

"If you ever need to talk about it… and I know you have Finn and your friends for support, but if you need someone to talk to that's experienced something similar, find one of the Scoobies… or even Dean or Sam. I don't know about all the people we've been pulling in. I don't know their experiences, but I can guarantee that one of us will be able to help you."

"Thank you, Buffy."

Buffy leaned in, hugging the young girl and kissing the top of her head. "I'm starting to feel like I have a lot of little sisters instead of only one… it's sort of nice." Her words caused Quinn and Finn to smile, and then she looked at the bathroom door. "I'm going to go in and help Puck with Rachel. It's almost dinner time and food is going to be very important."

Quinn stood and handed some clothing to the slayer, and then she and Finn left the room.

Buffy entered the bathroom slowly, and the sight ripped at her heart. Rachel looked so small in Puck's arms, and he looked up at Buffy with tormented eyes. He just didn't know what else he could do to help her, but he wanted to take care of her. It was admirable for a boy his age.

Buffy crouched in front of the pair. She brushed Rachel's bangs from her eyes before speaking. "Hey there… How are you doin'?"

"It hurts… it feels like someone is stabbing me through my heart and my gut," Rachel whispered.

Buffy nodded. "That's about right. A few years ago, I was nineteen, and I came downstairs. My mom was on the couch and I figured she was resting. She'd had surgery to remove a tumor from her brain and she'd been doing so well. I kept talking and it took a while to realize she wasn't resting… she was gone. She'd never be able to answer any of my questions again. I would never experience any of the things that only she could do… It was the same for Dawnie."

Rachel looked at the older slayer and saw the pain in her eyes. "I'm sorry…"

"You and I, we were very lucky, Rachel, we had parents that loved us. And maybe they're gone now, but we have the memory of them, and that's better than what some people have. Any time you need to talk, with or without your man here, you have any one of us here for you; the Scoobies, Dean and Sam, all of us. Now, what we need to do is get you dressed, because it's time to eat, and you've been burning calories all day. Slayers need their fuel. So, let's get you dressed and go get some grub."

**

Everyone split up to go their separate ways, and Tina was moving over to another pile of shoeboxes when she gave a slight gasp, stood straight up, and spun gracefully around. She moved forward as if floating, her milky white, sightless eyes focusing on nothing.

"The unmaking has begun. The walls of all reality parchment thin, and tearing into nothingness. Already the death toll rises as Angelspawn spills its poisonous grip over the worlds. One mistake has cost everything. Potential promised is found in secret hiding places never to be found by magic eyes. The queen who sleeps will lead the Key."

Tina began to crumple to the ground only to be caught by Dave Karofsky, who just happened to be near her. "Um, maybe she should be looked at or somethin'?" he asked as he handed her over to Artie, who nodded and began wheeling out of the room.

"Well," Giles stated as he began cleaning his glasses. "It appears we'll be traveling to a few alternate realities."

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