A/N: I'm a Bad Bad Girl. One more fandom. I'm in love with it. The movie Battle Los Angeles. I'm Sorry.

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As soon as they were outside they couldn't even see the entrance to the bunker and could see the creatures the men below had been speaking about. They were horrific, bloody and pale, parts of their skin ripped to shreds, blood coating their faces and clothing remnants… and they began moving towards the unit immediately.

"Shoot for the head," came the gravelly female voice from Santos's arms. "Set me down, Elena. You'll be able to hurt them. If they bite you or Cherise you'll be fine, not so the others… I promise this."

The things were beginning to swarm them, and the men began firing, Elena sat her burden down gently, and she started firing at the creatures as well.

"Give me a weapon, Kevin," Cherise demanded.

"Baby, I don't…"

"Give me a goddamned gun!"

Nantz didn't hesitate; shoving his firearm into her hands, not leaving her unarmed, and could see the surprise in Harris's eyes when she shot right past him taking a monster between the eyes.

A loud green crackling began all around them, encompassing the group, and suddenly a huge tear appeared in the air, the power palpable, and young women were tumbling into the area. The women were all petite and all armed with bladed weapons although there were firearms attached to their thighs. All were dressed in leather, keeping their skin covered. The women started slicing zombies to pieces as if they were at a pumpkin carving contest.

Men came after the women, but they moved with military precision, and they were of all ages. There were fifteen in all, and the men began taking careful aim shooting for the heads of the creatures. Kerns managed to both shoot and watch in his peripheral as it seemed the women innately seemed to stay out of the way of the shooting. Still he aimed away from the women.

After the men there were three more women, a tall teenaged brunette, a petite violet haired teen and a twenty something redhead with glowing white eyes. The redhead was mumbling and at the same time the red was draining from her hair, turning it as white as her eyes.

With one snap of her fingers it was like a wave of pure, hard air blew, almost like a bomb. Besides blowing their hair it didn't affect any of the unit or group coming through the green tear, but all of the zombies were pushed back fifty yards. "Quickly! Through the portal," she yelled.

Santos didn't waste time. She'd already picked up the injured girl and was moving towards the brunette standing near the open tear.

Warily the women watched as Nantz and his unit moved towards the portal, but didn't stop them from moving through.

The two-five found themselves the subjects of quite a few stares as soon as they were on the other side of the portal. The large room they found themselves in the middle of was vastly different than the one they had been in. The majority of people here were civilians. At least they were until their saviors exited behind them. Surprisingly though, they didn't get the first round of attention. The girl in Santos's arms did.

All of the women surrounded her, including one man with an eye patch. There were murmurs of 'Caridad' and 'our sister'. Several of the women cried. The teenaged brunette was crying out for a healer and already four people were hurrying forward; a gurney being rolled hurriedly.

There seemed to be a bit of chaos everywhere as they wheeled her away, several of the women going with her, including a lithe Eurasian woman with shoulder length lavender hair, who held tightly to the injured's hand. That left a petite blonde staring at them with hard blue eyes.

An older gentleman wearing tweed entered moving to the girl and they began speaking in harsh whispers.

Finally the blonde's words carried, "The only reason they're here is because they have slayers, they had Amy and they had Caridad alive! They're Military Goddess be Damned, Giles! You know the Military caused this Hell! They're lucky we didn't leave them there to die! We don't know that they didn't do this to Cari!"

The eye patched man stepped up, "Buffy," he said gently…

"Buffy, we don't know they're part of the Initiative," a solidly built man with a military haircut interjected.

"Military weapons, Graham," she snapped. "Those aren't normal issue." She stalked forward, reminding each man of a dangerous predator. Nantz stayed perfectly still as she got into his face. He could see the swirling pain in her face and he knew that pain, knew it intimately. "Even has the Initiative taser," she hissed.

"Staff Sgt," Imlay murmured.

"Stand down, Lee," he told the younger man. "Are you Graham Miller?"

"I am," the man answered, managing to stop the blonde's next words.

"The men… two men from that compound, they gave us something to give to you." He pulled out the letter Forrest had given him and handed it to Graham Miller. For a moment it brought him back to the helo… and giving Michelle the letter to give to Martinez's wife.

Santos spoke, "Hey, I'm completely with ya those dickheads at that place, Buffy was it? But my friends here? They aren't with those guys. WE aren't with those guys. Hell, we ain't from here. We were fighting our own fight and starting to win. Suddenly we find ourselves in some underground bunker. Next thing I know I'm knocked out and shoved in a room."

Buffy was silent for a moment. The woman in front of her was a slayer. And she'd cradled Caridad with such care. There was another slayer, and she was cuddled up to another of the soldiers. If he was initiative he wouldn't be cuddled up with a slayer. Two of the men had helped Amy Madison to a gurney. How long had it been since she'd seen Amy? And what had those barbarians done to the girl? There was more murmuring in the back and her slayer hearing told her they were having another 'ghost' moment with this new slayer. She swallowed her distrust. They'd brought Cari back. A Sunnydale slayer they'd just mourned the night before.

"B, Gray, Ri and Sam were Initiative," one of the petite women spoke, moving forward. Her dark hair was pulled up in a messy bun, and she eyed the men briefly as though they weren't even a threat before looking back to the blonde. "And half our new peeps were military or law. Hells, look at our new Air Force members we got just days ago."

Miller spoke again, "They were hit with a sucker punch just like you were with Walsh."

The unit could see the tension ease slightly from the woman's shoulders.

Buffy sighed, "Tell me."

"Some fucker told us he was bringin' us from our world to yours," Imlay snapped.

It didn't take long for the story to come out; for the men, and the women to explain what had happened for them to appear in the bunker.

"Can you get us home?" Nantz asked.

Buffy looked to Willow.

Willow winced. "I can't. If I could I would, Goddess I would I swear to you. I wouldn't wish this world on anyone. We've ourselves had to bring three realities here but that was because they were being destroyed. We would never bring anyone here if they had a choice. There might be one other chance." Willow chewed her lip for a moment. "Mopsy!" she called out.

The small creature that appeared out of nowhere, with its strange appearance had all of the new people scrambling backwards in shock.

The little elf squealed in delight as soon as she saw the new people. "There are more peoples for us elves's to cares for! Oh's we is going to be sos happy!" She danced around in the air, her long ears flapping and fluttering. "Ooooh, did yous needs somethings Miss Willows?"

"Do you have the ability to send people back to another reality?" Willow asked moving across the room.

It was like turning off a lightswitch. The little elf stilled immediately, her lip started to quiver and her ears dropped. She hit the ground with a light thump. "Not evens with alls the elves can we dos this," she whispered. "Not evens with alls the elves, Wizards and witches of this world cans we dos this. The bads peoples, the peoples who brings these goods peoples here they knows this cants be done." The little elf walked towards Amy Madison who sat rocking back and forth. The little elf touched one finger to the woman's knee, and Amy stilled. "The Bad Man sucked and sucked, but we makes you better, Mopsy promise." The little elf turned eyes brimming with tears to Willow. "Me's is sos sorry. Me's is sos sorry cants do what Miss Willows wants. Me's is so sorrys cants sends the good peoples back home. Mopsy should crush her nose in the door again and again," she wailed.

"Mopsy! No injuring yourself! You know the rules," Buffy said strictly, before moving to hold the creature to her. "Thank you for trying to help us. Just help Amy as much as you can. Okay?"

Willow and Buffy both turned to their new survivors. "We're sorry," Willow said sincerely. "You're more than willing to stay here. Learn about us. Learn to live with us…"

"If that isn't what you want… we can find you somewhere," Buffy added. "Somewhere safe. We'll make sure you have weapons and we'll send you there. But… I'll be honest, you're best and safest bet is with us… or I suppose the Initiative. Not on your own. We look for survivors every day. We make supply runs. We're training. We split jobs. And right now this is a temporary homestead. I suppose you should take a day or two to look around, figure it out. Then let us know. There are a diverse number of people to speak to."