A/N: Ok, so, I hope that this makes sense. I will be making a character list in probably three chapters. I keep thinking there's something I want to add to the author's note, but then forget. darn it.

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Will and Emma had stayed in the hotel while the people with weapons had gone to the roof to shoot the zombies. Emma had nervously kept watch through the front side panel windows next to the double doors that opened into the foyer of the establishment. "They're pulling into the loading area," she finally murmured as Will paced behind her. "And it looks like they've shot all of the… things."

"That's great," Will told her. "How are you doing?"

"I'm doing surprisingly well considering…The past few days I've been off and on covered in dirt and germs, and I've had to go for some time before being able to clean it all off. A week ago I would have probably begun crying or passed out… I'm pretty pathetic like that, but this whole situation kind of goes to show a person that there are far worse things than a few specks of dirt." Emma turned to face the man she loved. "Should we go down and help them?"

"Probably not a bad idea," he agreed and the two headed for the kitchen where the doors to the loading areas lay. "I want you to know, Emma, I am so proud of you." He graciously held open doors for her as she donned rubber gloves which she'd taken from her pocket.

The two semis had parked next to three large military vehicles. A large man, three twenty-something blonde females, two twenty something Eurasian females, a twenty something brunette, a late thirties redhead and a preteen blonde girl child were making their way to the doors.

One of the blondes, who looked vaguely familiar, grinned at the couple and strode forward with her hand held out. "Well, howdy there! Looks like we got all kinds of new people since we been gone!"

Will shook the woman's hand and gave her a warm smile. "I'm Will Schuester. I'm a Spanish teacher and Glee Club Director for a high school in Ohio… at least I was… sorry, not out of that habit yet."

"I'm Emma Pillsbury. I was a guidance counselor at the same school," Emma told them softly, shaking the other woman's hand delicately. If the rubber glove bothered the blonde she didn't show it.

"Well it's a real pleasure. And don't you go worrying about using any ol' titles, or not usin' em… Hell, it's only been three days! Of course it's natural to do what you've always done! My name's Tina, by the way."

"Holy shit, that's Tina Armstrong!"

Will and Emma looked back to see Dave Karofsky, Jake Sadler, Finn Hudson and Noah Puckerman walking through the steel doors. Others were following, having been asked by Riley or Dean to come help unload.

"And Bass Armstrong," Finn agreed with Karofsky and pointed out the large man who stood behind the blonde who'd been talking to Will and Emma.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm Tina Armstrong," the gorgeous blonde waved them off. She leaned a bit closer to the couple. "I used to be a professional wrestler, with my daddy here, but stopped when I got my slayer abilities. Not quite so fair to be in the ring with super strength when the person you're fightin' against is just a normal person. Been out of it for about a year or so now. Still, people recognize me sometimes."

"You're just so terribly sexy," one of the other blondes, this one with her hair cut into a pale, shoulder length bob, teased the other girl, her accent a slight taste of England. "I'm Christie, Christie Allen. My friends are Helena Douglas," the third blonde, "Kasumi," one of the Eurasians, this one with long, straight dark hair, "Ayane," the other Eurasian, her hair a light lavender, "you of course met Bass and Tina, and then these two little darlings we saved on our mission; Janet and Lucy."

The last brunette, not introduced by Christie, moved forward with purpose, directly to Riley. "Where's Willow?"

"Kennedy… nice to see you too."

"Where. Is. Willow," she snapped.

"On a mission," he told her. "A lot of shit has been going on while you've been gone. Take a breath and we'll fill you in… I promise. Her group should be back soon. You know Willow; she's strong and more than capable."

Kennedy let out a deep breath and nodded slowly. "I just… being in that place… seeing what they had done and were doing, and even what they have planned… I just want to see Willow."

Giles moved closer and wrapped his arms around the slayer. Normally Kennedy wasn't one to be comforted in this way, but this time she moved closer, and wrapped her own arms around his middle. "We've got you, dear girl, and your Willow will be home soon."

She nodded into his shoulder before speaking. "When we got to Cheyenne Mountain they had this huge underground complex. They had several… cells, they called them suites, occupied, but only two of the cells were occupied by someone still living. They had been testing these subjects, but when Angelspawn was leaked they scrapped the project and left them there to die."

"Do not misunderstand Kennedy," Ayane said quietly, but all heard her. "When she says they ended the program and left them to die, she does not mean they left the mountain. No. There was still a heavy military presence in the underground complex. They simply chose to ignore their experiments." Horrified gasps were heard around the loading bay.

Kasumi took over for her cousin. "They couldn't release them. The individuals being held were slayers; outliers and norms. Children who were called before puberty and adults called after eighteen. They'd tortured these enhanced women. The military, they called themselves the Initiative, determined they were too much of a threat to ever allow freedom. One of the girls died before we even left the complex. Lucy survived because of Janet."

All eyes went to the two being spoken of.

"Lucy?" Alex Donovan had seen the child standing with the women from the trucks and he'd thought he'd seen a ghost. "Luce?"

"Janet, oh my God, Jack, Jack is that Janet?"

There were too many voices and too many people trying to move at the same time and finally someone stopped it. "Enough!"

Everyone stilled instantly and the foyer became silent. Connor stared at everyone. He hadn't really thought yelling would work. "Go ahead, Mr. Giles."

"Yes… Thank you, Connor," Giles murmured. "Mr. Donovan, isn't it?" he asked, motioning towards the man he remembered being from Illinois.

Alex Donovan moved forward, his hands trembling at his sides. Maxine moved with him, her eyes daring anyone to stop her. She took Alex's hand in her own, holding it steady and lending him strength.

"You recognized this child?"

"She," Alex began, but had to start over because of the lump in his throat. "She looks like my daughter…. Well, what my daughter should look like now. My daughter was taken four years ago when she was eight."

The little girl was staring at Alex, her eyes questioning, her head tilted to the side. She was filthy, and her clothing was tattered. "D-d-d-daddy?" she asked, her voice small. "They told me you were dead… they told me you were gone and that you left me… that you didn't want me anymore, that I was a freak, and then they told me you were dead."

Alex dropped to his knees; Maxine let him go but stayed next to him. "No, Baby, no my Lucybelle, I would never leave you, ever… I've been searching for you for four years… every day, I promise. I've missed you so very much."

Candice Butler moved forward and when she spoke, her voice was soft, "It's true." She nodded when the little girl looked at her for confirmation. "We've all seen it. You're Daddy and I work together to help people and we talked about you all the time. Every day he tried to find you."

Tyler stood next to Candice and nodded along with her.

"Wow, we worked so many cases, and I always wondered if we'd eventually work the disappearance of your little girl," Walter was shaking his head. "This is amazing! Like, one of the best things to ever happen! Especially with all this horrible stuff that's been happening."

The little girl ran to Alex, wrapping her arms around his neck and sobbing. He held her close, tears streaming down his face, and just kept whispering to her. Candice looked to Tyler with a smile on her face, and he reached out, clasping her small hand in his own larger one.

Alex was holding his little girl, and he looked to Walter, "I have to say, I think you nailed it on the head for that one, Walter. This is the best thing ever."

Giles motioned to the group who'd come through the wavy blue portal, and then he motioned to the redhead. He'd watched the group on the roof. He'd seen how the man, Jack O'Neill, and the teen, Jon, both held their weapons the same way, they both fired the same way, and both cursed with the same inflections. "You know her?" he asked the blonde that Marco had healed earlier.

"She's the spitting image of a woman we knew where we're from… a woman who died a few years ago" the blonde told him faintly.

The redhead looked both terrified and weary. "I don't really know where I'm from… not here originally. Not this reality. The reality I'm from had the Stargate program. The project under the mountain was not what you found when you rescued me and Lucy. I had friends," she murmured looking at the faces that were so familiar, but at the same time strange. "I had a daughter, Cassie, from another planet… I had gone to a planet with a team, one of the soldiers was injured and I was helping him. Then I remember excruciating pain, and then nothing. Until I woke up under the mountain… but it wasn't the same mountain. It was your mountain. There was no General Hammond. There was no Stargate. They were using young girls in experiments, and they wanted my medical background. Every day I had to watch young girls chained down, their abilities suppressed, things done to them that made them scream in pain…" Janet was sobbing uncontrollably now. "I tried to help them escape and we got caught. That's when they put me in Lucy's cell. That's when they decided they could hurt me for fun. This Initiative, they're a lot like the rogue NID, and they have branches everywhere, I heard them talking. I heard them talking about different Bases with different letter assignments.

Helena Douglas moved forward, putting an arm around Janet. "It's all right, Janet, we're here to help you. They'll never touch you again." When the team had found the redhead in the little girl's cell it had been obvious that not only had the redhead been beaten, but she'd also been the victim of sexual assault. "Never."

"Mom?" the teen girl who'd shown up with Jack O'Neill's group moved forward, one of Jon's hands trying to hold her back. Cassie approached the group who'd circled around the redhead, but Cassie continued forward, her hands held out to show she meant no harm. "Mom? It's me, Cassie? Do you remember me?"

"Yes," Janet whispered.

Cassie's smile trembled. "I've missed you so very much, Mom. We've all lived these past few years knowing it was our fault, all in separate ways, that you died and were taken from us."

Janet found herself frowning. "That's ridiculous. I was shot doing my duty. Did the man live?"

Daniel cleared his throat. "Yes, yes he did. And his wife gave birth to a little girl shortly afterwards. They named her Janet in honor of you."

"How did you get here?" Janet asked her voice barely above a whisper.

"That is an excellent question," Giles interrupted, his mind spinning out of control at the thought that the Initiative could be back. "Perhaps we should all head upstairs? We currently have one last group out on a rescue and they should be back very soon."

On her way up the stairs Christie felt an odd niggling at the base of her neck. Looking up she saw someone she'd only seen once. Neal Caffrey. They'd never worked together, but she definitely knew his reputation. Now he was staring at her as if he couldn't figure out where he knew her from. Christie let a small, secretive smile cross her face, and she slowed down enough to let him catch up to him. "Well, Neal Caffrey, I must say I didn't expect to see you here."

"Ah, the lady knows my name, but I don't know the lady's name," he smiled charmingly as she wrapped her arm in his.

"Christie Allen," she told him smoothly. "We were in the same business once upon a time… perhaps we even worked with some of the same contractors."

"I do seem to recall your name, Ms. Allen," Neal was intrigued. "I've heard nothing but good about you. Well, except that you simply dropped out of the business about nine months ago."

"Well, you might say I walked into a higher calling. I was needed for something much more important than just myself. Trust me, those words coming from my lips is still astonishing."

Neal laughed. "I can imagine waking up one day with the abilities we've seen some of your 'sisters' wield would do something about how you look at life."

"At first it didn't. At first I figured it just gave me extra on my skills, but then someone close to me was killed. Not even that really changed me… but when Buffy came, and explained that for me to be called meant that another slayer had died… well, that's when I knew it was time to be a slayer." The two were silent for a moment, still moving towards the large gathering room. "So tell me about how you started working for the Feds?"

He started laughing. "I was offered a deal. If I helped them with white collar crimes, especially the crimes that dealt with my specialties, then I got to stay out of prison with only the ankle monitor."

"And did you hate every minute of it?"

"No, actually. Peter, the agent who'd pulled me in to begin with. He's the agent I got to work with, and we became friends. I trusted him and I like to think he trusted me. We sure did work well together. One of the best parts? Well, one of the best parts was that I still got to play the game, I was just working for the right side this time. Now Peter's gone, but his wife, Elizabeth, she's still here, and I guess it's up to me to make sure she's okay for him."