A/N: Hope you guys didn't think I'd forgotten this story. Well, if you did, don't because I didn't. I'm home healing up, and doing great, so hopefully I'll be able to update every couple days. Not necessarily every story, but you know, at least one story every few days. And don't forget my lovelies, they're AU and the timelines are trashed. Also, I refer to Ducky's accent as British, I know he's Scottish, but since he spent years in Britain and schooled in Britain, I figure I'm good with saying his accent is a light British accent.
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Bodies started tumbling through the circle along with quick-firing laser blasts… at least they thought they were laser blasts. No one was certain as they'd never seen anything like it before, but the shots were red, held an electric current, and burned through the wall or whatever else they hit. An older man stumbled out of the circle, a younger man in glasses leaning on him heavily, the older man shooting behind them. The older man, wearing fatigues, settled the younger to the floor as gently as possible before moving over to one of the bodies lying still. Two more bodies sailed through, hitting the ground fairly hard, and then rolling to a stop before the circle winked out of existence, the wall smoothing as if there had never been anything there.
There were sixteen individuals, and ten of the sixteen were wearing the olive camouflage that bespoke of the military. The only two currently conscious were the gray haired man and the man he'd pulled through the blue portal. The injured man lay on his back, his eyes tightly closed in pain, and the gray haired man was rolling one of the motionless bodies over onto its back. The feminine body had short blonde hair matted with blood. "Sam, Sam, open your eyes, come on, Sam, open your eyes," the man begged. He looked up, locking eyes with Riley who had a weapon trained on him. "Please, help her."
The man's eyes were dazed with shock, and Riley could see he too had injuries. "Medical," Riley barked out.
Foreman, Thirteen and Chase were already moving forward to help. Cuddy had handed Rachel to Carole Hudson, whom she'd been speaking to, and she, House, Wilson, had also moved to help. Nancy Puckerman, a registered nurse, had run to the ballroom they'd set up as an infirmary, and she along with Ruby and Nate, two EMTs from Colorado, and the two doctors from Colorado, Rebecca Stroud and Michael Vincent, started pulling gurneys to the other room.
Lanie Parish, an ME from New York who'd been with Rick Castle's group in DC moved over to the others. "I'm an M.E., but I can help with most minor injuries," she offered the doctors.
Camille Saroyan looked up startled, "Oh! I used to be an ME, I mean, I guess I still am, sort of… I can help too." She shook her head at herself. She spent far too much time with the dead.
An older gentleman, perhaps in his sixties, was helping a teenaged girl, and he smiled at Cam . "Don't worry, my dear, I think we all tend to forget that though medical examiners we can still work on the living," he told her in his light British accent.
Thirteen had been approaching a large black man, but gasped before touching him. Her eyes shifted to the gray haired man. "He's not human, what is he?" she demanded.
"His name is Teal'c," the man said, "and he's a good man. I swear I don't know how we got here but we don't mean any harm."
Chase and Foreman were leaning over the blonde, now recognized as a woman. They were calling out different stats to each other, and both were frowning. The woman was in critical condition. They didn't think she was going to survive her wounds.
"Is she gonna be okay?" the man asked. "Sam, damn it, you stay with me! That's an order! Please, God, someone tell me she's going to be okay!" Then the man started whispering softly, "I waited too long, I waited too long and now we'll never have the chance."
One of the teenage boys who'd been in the morgue with Thirteen and House moved forward slowly. Fran Rowan, his singing teacher, tried to stop him. "Marco, stay back here."
Marco De Luna shook his head. "No, I can help her. I know I can help her." He dropped to his knees next to the blonde named Sam and reached out to take her cold hand into his own. It took several moments before anyone could tell anything was happening, but then the mark where the bullet had just caught the edge of her temple began to heal, and the other two bullets pushed up and out of her chest, the wounds closing as if they were never there. The woman's eyes fluttered open to meet his own, and Marco gave her a gentle smile. "You'll be all right now."
She blinked several times before her eyes began to dart to either side, as if she was looking for someone specific. "Jack?" she whispered.
"I'm here, I'm here," the man crawled forward, tears obvious in his voice.
"Everyone else?" her voice strengthened as she spoke, her hands reaching out to grasp his.
"Only sixteen of us," he told her quietly, touching his forehead to hers. "I don't know what happened but we didn't end up at the Alpha site. I don't know where we are."
Tears began to stream from the blonde's eyes. "Who?"
"Teal'c, Danny, Vala, Mitchell, Sheppard, Teyla, Dex, McKay, Harriman, Bra'tac, Rya'c, Hailey, Cassie and CJ."
"I hate that," one of the bodies, a teenaged male, got to his hands and knees breathing heavily, and looked over at the other two. "I hate being called CJ, I am not CJ. Jon, I go by Jon." The others were starting to sit up as well.
"Aw, crap, I think I broke my arm," the man who'd been leaning on Jack as they'd come through the portal exclaimed.
"Why am I not surprised Daniel got hurt?" the teen named Jon muttered.
Marco moved over to the man and took a few moments to heal his arm.
"Thank you so much," the brunette man told the teen politely as he began to rotate his newly healed appendage. He began looking around and frowning at the very ordinary surroundings. " Uhhh, Jack, I am pretty sure this is NOT the Alpha site."
"Yes well about that," Giles stepped forward, smoothing the arm of his tweed jacket. "I don't know what an 'Apha Site' is but you're definitely not there…" he mused. "I'm Rupert Giles. You are all in Colorado Springs . As soon as you are all feeling better, we'll take a few moments to explain where you are, and discuss possibilities on how you got here," he decided and tried to give the newcomers what he hoped was a reassuring smile. He felt no threats from the group seeing as Sam's vision of their entrance, and Tina's vision of receiving refugees from alternate realities had in fact warned the group. On the other hand, at least some of these people were military, and it wasn't like they'd always had the best experiences with the military; Riley and Graham aside.
"Finn, this is Sanchez," the walkie talkie on Riley's belt came to life. "We need guns up top! We got incoming vehicles dragging baddies. Repeat, K Team comin' in spicy hot!"
Everyone began moving into action.
"Oh dear," Giles murmured, "I'm terribly sorry, but this will all have to wait. We're currently in the midst of a slight apocalypse and we have two teams out right now. The group from NORAD," he didn't miss the look the man and woman shared, "is returning which means they'll be driving through zombie-like creatures, as well as bringing more with them, and we don't want too many of them to get through our gates."
Jack looked at his team who'd just tumbled through the 'gate' with him. "Did he just say 'zombie-like creatures'?"
No one answered him, instead looking over towards the front wall where two men, obviously military by their bearing, had accessed a large cabinet and were busy handing out weapons; both firearms, longbows and crossbows. Jack moved over to the man with short dark hair who was currently handing a teenage male with a Mohawk an M-16 rifle with two additional clips. "T and I can shoot," Jack told the man, and pointed to where Teal'c stood silent and out of the way. "We've got pretty good aim if I do say so myself." He honestly didn't think the guy would give him a gun, but the guy did. He gave Jack two AK-47s, with four additional clips. Jack figured that meant two for each of them, or whoever was shooting better, whatever. He frowned as he walked away with the weapons. They'd have to talk about this trusting nature thing later. "He was joking about the zombie thing, right?"
Another guy, this one less serious, and definitely not military, walked past Jack, grinning cockily and being followed by the Mohawk kid and an extremely tall brunette man. He stopped for a moment next to Jack and Teal'c. "We never joke about the monsters," the cocky man said. Then he called out to everyone, "Which reminds me, any of you girls that had them slayer dreams about Buffy or Faith, see Riley or Graham for a weapon, and head to the roof. You're about to find out about one of the beautiful parts of being a slayer."
Almost a dozen women, as well as four teenage girls and two pre-teen girls, began moving towards the two men in charge of weapon allotment.
Finn stepped forward. "I'd like to learn how to use a gun… wouldn't this be a good time?"
Dean shrugged. "Sure. We'll get someone to show you the ropes. It isn't like it'll hurt anything as long as you're aimin' at the zombies." He turned and called out for the other teen boys to join them. "We'll arm you up and put you guys on the edges so you can't hit any of our own. It'll be good practice for you."
The male teen that had just tumbled into the room limped over to Graham, who'd been handing out firearms. "Jack didn't mention it, but I can shoot too. In fact I'm quite the marksman." When Graham looked at him with disbelief, Jon crossed his heart. "It's a helluva story, but I swear to you it's true." Jon had to admit he was a bit surprised when the bulky man just looked at him for a moment before handing him a weapon, but he was also really glad. If there were nasty creatures outside then he was damned glad to have a firearm in his hands.
It looked as if the entire population of the hotel had ended up on the roof. Along with a few lawn chairs, a telescope and an ice chest, there were also several mounted automatic machine guns. It seemed like these people were definitely ready for an apocalypse. There was already gunfire along with the sound of approaching engines as more people moved forward taking up position to fire down on the zombies. Riley was barking orders and Dean began positioning the teens on the ends of the buildings, and he, Sam, Sam Finn, and the BAU agents began showing them how to position their weapons and fire. Every one with a gun began firing down on the zombies at the gates, Riley yelling out to aim for the head. The Council members took special notice of who handled their weapons with ease, and who made clean, kill shots with as few shots as possible. They weren't surprised to see several of the FBI agents, the three NCIS field agents and all of the slayers shooting with no hesitation and near perfect aim. Several of their new members were also having no problems with their weapons.
The two large semi trucks sped down the road towards the hotel gates hitting all of the creatures that moved into their way.
"Breaker, breaker, might I just say that's some fine shootin' we're seein' down here," a female voice, full of amusement and touched with a taste of southern, came from the walkie talkies on the roof.
Dean grabbed a walkie and hit the button to talk. "Well, we aim to please, darlin'."
"Smooth talker," the girl laughed.
"Bout time you got yourselves back here," Dean spoke loudly so he could be heard over the gunfire.
"You know how it is, Sugar… places to go, zombies to kill. We'll be hitting those gates in ten, they gonna be open?"
"Carlos? You openin' the gates?" Dean called out to the Latino teen who was chanting, his hands up, palms out.
"I do believe he is working on that currently, Dean," Giles called out from where he stood, firing a shotgun.
To everyone on the roof who hadn't seen more magic than the portal that brought them there, or the portal the most recent people had come through, the sight of the heavy wrought iron gates glowing purple and vanishing just as the first semi would have smashed through them. Some of the zombies fell over as the metal bars which had been bracing them disappeared.
Puck took deep, calming breaths; timing the pull on his trigger with each exhale. He didn't hit them in the head every time, but God, he was coming damned close, and it was fucking awesome. He knew Dean and Sam were proud of him because Dean had clapped him on the back and grinned at him, and Sam kept telling the others to 'watch Puckerman' and to 'do what Puckerman is doing'. Puck wasn't really used to people being proud of him. Maybe sometimes his Mom had said the words, but normally she was far too tired from working so much, and they didn't get to spend a lot of time together. He understood that. He knew she did the best she could. She was a great mom, and he knew she loved him no matter how much she did or did not say it. And, sure, Sarah was always saying how glad she was he was her big brother, but… well it wasn't like there were a lot of male figures in his life that told him he was worth much.
As soon as the trucks were through, the gates were back. Gibbs stopped shooting and watched as the teenage boys, the ones learning how to shoot, continued on the stragglers who'd managed to stay on the inside of the gates when they'd reappeared. He watched the Winchester brothers take time with the boy with the Mohawk; Gibbs thought he remembered the boy's name as Noah Puckerman. The boy seemed to be reveling in the attention the older boys were giving him. They'd met his mother, a nurse, earlier in the day.
The last of the zombies dropped and there was sudden silence on the roof before that was broken. "That was friggin' AWESOME!" Finn yelled.
Riley rolled his eyes. "Carlos, burn it. Let's go see what they brought home, shall we?"
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