A/N: Sorry it has been so long. My updating will be sporadic. I had some surgery in June and this one isn't healing so quick. But I am trying. It's my own fault, just too many stories I love and want to work on.

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Dirt and debris was blowing everywhere as the group exited the portal. The winds were strong and Buffy had Dawn close down the portal for the time being. It wasn't like they couldn't get back. Too much of their blood had been spilled in their world for that to ever be possible.

They were near a residential area, but the place was desolate. "There have to be survivors," Dawn whispered.

Buffy grimaced. She hoped there were survivors, but she'd been fighting long enough to know that there didn't HAVE to be anything. In the distance it looked like a bomb had gone off. "Let's go check out the big boom," she murmured and began to lead the group.

It didn't take long for them to reach the crater. "What the Hells?" Graham muttered.

"Looks like someone took a building, picked it up and dropped it on top of a bunch of houses," Gibbs stated succinctly.

Draco was gobsmacked, "Looks like a bloody school."

"It was a school," a tiny, squeaky voice came from nowhere.

Everyone was automatically on the defensive, weapons drawn, the group moving into protective formation. "Who's there? Why not show yourself?" Buffy called out.

A tiny cough sounded, "Yeah, right, and get shot? I wasn't born yesterday ya know."

"Look," Buffy rolled her eyes. "We're here to help the survivors of this disaster. We have weapons to protect ourselves and any injured we might come across."

"Great Merlin, it's fuckin' gerbil," Marcus snapped. He'd caught sight of the small brown and purple animal hiding within the shadows of some of the wreckage.

The small creature moved forward haughtily, "Excuse me, I am a guinea pig, NOT a gerbil, thank you very much!"

"A talking guinea pig?" Dawn asked, a little in disbelief.

"Well, I'm not always a guinea pig," the girl said and suddenly transformed into a teenager with brunette hair with purple streaks. "I'm Magenta."

"It's nice to meet you, Magenta," Buffy smiled reassuringly. "I'm Buffy, this is my sister Dawn, and the rest of these guys are my very good friends. And I promise we won't hurt you. We're here to help."

"I can tell, sort of... your eyes aren't pure black..." Magenta's eyes showed relief. "We need help. I don't know what happened. It was a normal day, boring old school, lunch with my friends and then the school was falling from the sky…"

"How'd you survive?" Gibbs asked gruffly, not even commenting on the fact that there'd been a building in the sky.

Magenta turned dark eyes towards him. "Will. Will can fly and he's super strong. He got as many of us on the bus as possible and picked it up. Then he carried it down. His mom was helping too, but… the other flyers, they were just scattering. People began to act so strange." She'd led them to a large yellow bus that was dented and grimy. There were voices coming from the area of the bus, but they were low enough that no words could be made out. Magenta called out as they drew closer. "It's me, I'm bringing people with me," she called out and then continued on with her earlier conversation. "Then their eyes started to go weird. Inky black, but not just black, it was almost like an oil slick rolling over their eyeballs, ya know? Creepy."

A thin girl with auburn hair tilted her head around the corner of the bus to get a look at them. The blank look on her face seemed wrong, and Buffy had the idea that normally this girl was cheerful and bubbly. "We can barely take care of ourselves, Magenta," the girl said dully.

Now the sound of weeping could be heard as they rounded the bus. There was an adult woman sitting, rocking back and forth, the arms of a teenage boy around her as he murmured to her soothingly. Another teen girl with cherry red hair, wearing skin tight vinyl of the same color, was sitting opposite the pair, staring into nothing. The left side of her body was covered in spiraling tattoos.

Buffy kept her eyes on the group, but she didn't miss the boy on the roof of the bus who'd been shadowing them. He was good; stealthy. "We're not here to hurt you," she called out, making sure to direct it towards him. "We're here to help. Your world is collapsing, merging with another until both crumble into dust."

The boy on the bus dropped down to his feet. A tall, well built teen with long dark hair, fire-orange streaks down the front, and stormy dark eyes. He wore dark jeans, combat boots, fingerless gloves and a black leather jacket. "What the fuck do you think you can do to help us?" he sneered.

"Oh Gods another ego with an attitude," Dawn muttered causing Nora and Rachel to snicker.

"Hey!" Gibbs snapped. "Watch your language around the ladies," he demanded.

The teen merely lifted an eyebrow.

Buffy hid a small smile. Graham stepped forward and spoke, "If you haven't already noticed, most everyone's already dead. And they'll keep dying. We're an extraction team. We're here to get as many of you out as possible."

Suddenly, the cherry-red haired girl moved causing Gunn and Hotch to both jump slightly. She tilted her head, unnatural, startling purple eyes looking at them. "They're coming back. Logan, Remy, Scott, Pietr, from the East. Kitty, Marie, Jean, Cecilia, Allison from the West."

She moved lithely, the skintight red vinyl hot pants and bustier making no noise as she stood and turned gracefully. "It was our world which crashed into this one. Something happened… when they tried to merge…destruction, mayhem. Our world, my world, had just suffered through a series of wars, humans against mutants, when the worlds merged something… wrong was born. It has these abilities… it can slide into you… it can slide into you and then you're gone… there is no coming back… the essence of your, what makes you who you are, you're just gone, and in your place is living evil…but it wasn't our fault, I swear…" she finished on a whisper, looking so defeated.

Buffy and Dawn shared another glance, they knew that look so well. Dawn stepped forward putting an arm around the girl's shoulders. "We won't blame you. We know what caused everything. We want to get you all to safety, and then we can talk big stuff."

The two groups converging on the school bus and campfire stopped as they got a look at the newcomers. Sully had sent the sight to both Remy and Jean. Logan chomped silently on the end of his unlit cigar and motioned for the other three men to move with him.

The X-Men, or at least the remaining members of the group that had gone out scavenging, had made it their mission to take care of the teens they'd found huddled around the old yellow school bus. There'd been several adults with them, but… two male adults, three female adults and four teens had been infected with the stench of evil. They'd managed to defeat them, but not without causing great pain to the survivors.

But the superheroes had dealt with their own lost as well. When the two realities had crashed the Mansion had been reduced to rubble. There had been tears shed as they'd found the bodies of their friends who'd been in the estate at the time. However some were still missing, gone as if they'd never been; Nightcrawler, Beast, Angel, hell, even Mystique.

The wind was working for the groups, blowing their scent away from the camp, but somehow, four of the women, none very old, all turned to face them as if they were the oncoming threat to the teens. Two faced the East and two faced the West. The men with the group took action as if following silent orders, pulling a tall, young brunette into their center, and two more male youths, looking quite cocky stood behind the men.

Logan almost growled as Sweet pushed forward and put a tattooed hand on the petite blonde's shoulder.

"They're my friends, the people you sense. Now they worry you are a threat to us."

Buffy didn't change her stance as she spoke, "Can you tell them we're not a threat to you? Or maybe they can hear us?" Buffy made her voice slightly louder.

Sully smiled wryly, "They know now… sometimes they're just a little bit stubborn."

Buffy's entire team relaxed slightly as the two groups entered into the clearing.

Vi's team had made time moving through the empty streets of New York. They moved in their military formation with an almost practiced ease, and she was proud. She'd worked with Helena before but Brittany and Juliet were new. Neither girl showed it. Vi found she sort of expected that from Juliet, the woman was a police officer, but Brittany, a teenaged cheerleader… Vi wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't seen it.

Her hunters were working well together and they kept Andrew to their center for safety. Tonks and Charlie were right behind them, and Tonks had conjured something to watch their backs.

The hospital had been empty and silent. The nursery had obviously held infants at one point, but the place had been rifled through, and surprisingly a note had been left simply saying NYPD 12. Now the team moved towards the building they'd located through a worn phone book.

Their unit, clad in thick black leather, armed with firearms and machetes, finally moved into view of the building, and Vi raised her fist to halt them. They fell into a low crouching pattern, and took a closer look at the building.

There were zombies clawing to get into the building, and even more startling were the zombies that were attacking the others. But the zombies trying to get inside were having no luck.

"That building's been boarded up," Callen, one of the new hunters murmured.

"Look at the top, G," Hanna's voice was just as quiet. "Someone's inside needing some help. Or at least they were at one point."

Dangling from the roof of the building was a series of large white sheets attached to each other. Someone had painted the words SURVIVORS HERE on them in bright red.

"I'm positive I can teleport the group of us into the lobby of that building," Andrew's voice was gleeful in its quiet.

"What are those?" Brittany chirped, drawing the team's attention to their Witch.

"They're my binoculars," Andrew's voice was haughty.

Jordy sighed, "Andrew did you bring your Opera glasses again?"

"They are the same thing as binoculars, and Riley won't give me another set of military binoculars since the last binoculars got eaten… as if that was MY fault," the blonde snapped out quietly.

Vi rubbed the line between her eyes before steeling herself. "Andrew, you can teleport us? Then do it."