A/N: I'm starting to get to pairings. I'm also adding more fandoms. I'm a masochist. I'll add them to the list. Not sure who I'm going to put Cordy with. I have a small listing in this chapter, and i have her interact with one guy, but not sure he's the final. Tell me what you think.

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Cordelia Chase sat on the wooden bench of the golf course, the now protected golf course, and watched the centaurs moving within the trees. She didn't feel like she'd been in a coma for several years. Her legs weren't weak. Of course, her hair was far too long, but she'd asked around and it seemed that among the saved there was a stylist, so perhaps she could get a hair cut some time soon.

She'd been outside watching all of the creatures because she didn't want to sleep. Every time she closed her eyes she saw so much death. Every time she closed her eyes she saw Angel just… vanish; it was the same with Lorne. They didn't scream, and it didn't look like there had been any pain, and all Cordy could hope for was that there hadn't been pain. Why, she wondered. Why had the government's experiment been able to cause such worldly events?

"Hi, do you mind if I sit with you?"

Cordy looked up to see one of the Glee club mothers looking down at her. "Sure, my bench is your bench," Cordy quipped with a bright smile.

"I'm Carole Hudson. You're Cordelia, right?"

"Sure am. You're Finn's mother." Her attention was pulled away as she saw Giles, Xander and Dawn with several other men moving out a bit farther from the hotel. "What are they doing?"

"Dawn is going to open a portal through to a Menards or a Lowes, and Mr. Giles and his group are going to get supplies and start building some pens for animals, and troughs for the unicorns, and other animals." When Cordy looked at Carole with surprise, Carole smiled. "I'm sort of Mr. Giles assistant for the time being."

Cordy grimaced. "No offense, but poor you."

Carole laughed. "Actually, he's one of the better bosses I've had. And one of the nicest looking." Carole's face turned bright red as she realized what she'd just said.

Cordelia smiled at the woman. "Don't worry I won't tell. And if you think he's good looking now, wait until we give him an acoustic guitar and he sings." Carole's eyes lost their focus for a moment. "Who are the men with him and Xander?"

Carole rustled through some papers, and cleared her throat. "Cameron Mitchell, Michael Weston, Sam Axe, Sam Hanna, G. Callen, Charlie Weasley, Vincent De Laurio and Dominic Toretto."

"Certainly not a bad looking group, are they? Not that I'm looking to date. No thanks. Just got out of a coma. And to be honest, since I started dating in my high school years, well, it's caused me nothing but pain and problems."

"My husband, Finn's father, died eight years ago in Desert Storm. I've been alone ever since."

Cordy looked at the woman with a critical eye. "Come on, let's go. You need a make-over, and honey, no one can do a make-over like I can."

Gibbs watched the Glee kids interact with the Performing Arts kids and couldn't help but smile. Will Schuester seemed to be working well with the two teachers from the P.A. high school, but the kids were definitely on edge.

"Hi!" Rachel moved over to the silver-haired man who'd been so nice to her the day they'd saved him.

"Hi to you. How are you doing?"

Rachel shrugged. "Really, I just want to cry all the time, but I figure that there are plenty of other people already doing it, and I'm not other people. I'm special. I was so lucky to have them, and I just need to remind myself of that every day."

"I knew you were a smart kid."

Rachel smiled at him. "I'm sorry for your loss."

"My loss was a long time ago."

They both sat silently for a moment watching as Mercedes started telling Alice where she could take her prima-donna ass. "You know," Rachel began shyly. "I know I'm not, and you're not, but… it would sure be nice to have someone who could maybe…"

"That would be nice. Sounds good to me."

Rachel reached over and hugged the man, making sure not to squeeze his shoulder. Gibbs dropped a kiss on her head. "I'd better go explain to our newcomers that since we have the most talent, really, they're joining us, not the other way around."

Gibbs chuckled, "Go get 'em."

Sam Winchester was looking for his brother. He had no idea how Dean did it, but when he didn't want to see his older brother there he was, but when he wanted to see him… no sign of him. Sam moved into the auditorium and finally saw his brother sitting up front near the NCIS Agent, Gibbs. "Dean."

Dean turned to see his brother and smiled. "Dude, you didn't get picked for one of the outgoing groups?"

"What?"

"Dawn took a group for building supplies, Carlos took a group on a run for food supplies, Kit took a group on a run for clothes and leather. They're trying out some of the new Slayers."

"Why is Rachel still here?" he asked and then wondered if he should have when he saw her scowl and turn her gaze onto Quinn, Finn and Puck.

"Shared pregnancy," Dean responded. Sam looked completely confused. "I'll explain it later. What's up?"

"I can't find Willow and I think we need to check with her to see if it's only living people being infected or are dead people rising from their graves?" Several gasps were heard around him and just as he was about to speak again he froze, his eyes glazing over turning white.

Willow entered at that particular moment, "Hey guys have you seen Sam… Oh, there you are…"

"Tina's frozen!" Artie called out.

Both seers began singing at the same time. "Rock a bye baby, on the tree top, when the wind blows, the cradle will rock. When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, and down will come baby, cradle and all." Their heads dropped forward, and both sucked in a huge breath of air. Then their heads snapped up and both began babbling.

"Oh my god! There are babies, little babies! They're in a hospital nursery and the only thing saving them is the door things!" Tina rambled.

"Dean, there are babies at a hospital here in Colorado. They were born right before Angelspawn, the doors are malfunctioning and that's the only reason the zombies haven't gotten inside, but it won't hold for very much longer."

Everybody began moving at once, voices shouting over each other.

Once everyone had calmed down it didn't take long to get the Rescue group together to go out to the hospital where these children were. The two seers were insistent that there were babies in the nursery of the hospital, and the malfunctioning doors were keeping them safe. Willow didn't want to think about how hungry, scared and sick these babies were going to be seeing as they'd been left alone for days while the world went to hell. The group going out was slim pickings seeing as they already had three groups out on supply runs.

The group going would be the Winchester brothers, Riley, Brittany, Marcus, Rachel, Puck, Finn, Gibbs, Denise, Victor, Marco, Fran Rowan, Bill Weasley and Tobias Fornell. Willow would be the witch opening the portal. The object of the mission was to get in, grab the babies, grab as much baby supplies as possible, and get out. Before Willow had even uttered a word of magic the room was thrumming with tension. Willow tried to lighten the mood by smiling at the group as they readied themselves to go. "Just think, our next supply run will include getting cribs and changing tables!!"

The shimmering blue portal opened and Rachel and Brittany stalked through, weapons at the ready, the others following behind warily. The entire mission took an hour. In that hour twenty three babies were saved, pushed through still in their bassinets, and five babies in their incubators were pushed through and plugged back in for the doctors to try their best. If the doctors could pull it off then twenty eight new lives would join their ranks.

Now all they could do was stare at the little babies, all wiggling and some crying in their little plastic beds. Surprisingly, it was Gibbs who picked up the first wailing baby and began jiggling it lightly until it stopped sobbing and began cooing. "They're not gonna just shut up on their own," he told everyone. "Now get to work."

Dominic Toretto moved into the hotel with the other men. Mr. Giles was mumbling something about Willow, seers and babies. Dom found himself walking next to Michael Weston and asked, "Any idea what he's talkin' about?"

"While we were on our run two of the seers had a vision of a hospital nursery with living babies. They were safe but only because the doors were malfunctioning. They went in and got the babies. But it means now we just added twenty eight infants to our count, and we'll have to make another supply run, probably tomorrow."

Dom nodded, thanking the man. Their group had worked well together, and he found he liked the former spy. The man knew his cars. The first thing he saw as he entered the building was the brunette seer with the blinding white smile and great curves, holding a baby close to her chest, cooing and dropping kisses on the babies dark curls. He felt like someone sucker punched him in the gut. Suddenly she looked up and their gazes locked. He found himself striding to her. "Do you need any help?"

"No, she's starting to fall asleep," Cordy couldn't hide her unhappiness. "She just hasn't had anyone holding her in days. She hadn't eaten in days, and now that she has I'm sure her belly is going to hurt some."

"Are the other babies being taken care of?" he asked quietly.

"Yes." Cordy wasn't quite sure how they'd started talking. The guy was a thug. She was positive if they still had computer access they'd find this guy on America's Most Wanted; he just LOOKED like a convict. But he'd come and asked if help was needed. Maybe he wasn't as bad as she thought. She liked his deep growl of a voice. "They're all pretty much in the same boat. Your sister and her boyfriend have one of them. There are five in incubators in the infirmary. We're not sure they're going to survive."

He heard the tremor in her voice. Dom hadn't even thought about the babies. There had to be hundreds, if not thousands of 'em out there in hospitals. "Are they doin' somethin' to check out other hospitals for other babies?"

Cordy nodded, continuing to rock the little girl in her arms.

"If you need any help, I could help," Dom found himself offering and was slightly surprised. Sure, he liked babies and kids, but rockin' kids to sleep wasn't really his thing.

Giles moved over to Cordy and Dominic. "Some of the witches have done location spells, and there are several other hospital with living infants," he murmured so as not to startle the children around them.

"What locations?" Cordy asked.

"Miami, New York, Las Vegas, and Los Angeles," he told her.

Cordy winced and started to nod, "Big cities. I wonder what stopped the creatures from getting in to the babies?" Slowly, Cordy began rocking back and forth, her head dropping forward. "Tick tock, realities rock, two worlds brush to form one. Crick crack too much turns to black, together burst into none."

Dom followed her movements carefully, making sure the infant she held was never in danger, but it seemed that even in the throws of a vision, the baby was safe.

Cordy looked up at Giles, "We need to go. It's time to go to the next reality."

He nodded. "All right. People should be heading back from their supply runs. Once everyone has returned we'll set up our team for the next reality and we'll set up teams to go for the infants and for infant supplies."

"The expectant mothers can help with baby clothes, as long as the stores have been cleared of zombies," Cordy suggested.

Giles was continuing to nod as he moved away.

"Did she have a name?" Dom asked, pointing at the baby.

"No." Cordy was glad he'd gone back to the original subject and skipped her vision. She really hated it when people started poking at her about the damned visions.

"What should we name her?"

Cordy blinked. She supposed it would be all right to name the baby. They would all have to be named eventually any ways. "What do you think of Elena?"

"I think it's beautiful," Dom told her in a low voice. "It was my mother's name."

"Elena Catherine," Cordy whispered. "Because everyone should be remembered."

"Dad would have appreciated that," Connor's voice came from behind the two.

Cordy and Dom turned to look at the boy who smiled wistfully at the baby. "I know. One day maybe we'll explain it to her."

Connor nodded, and then tilted his head to the side. "Just not the part where he killed her."

"Well, duh!" Cordy rolled her eyes.