A/N: Short Chapter. Sorry it's been so long for an update. I have a new job and I'm working A LOT.

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The Glee kids met in the auditorium after dinner and smiled, basking in just being with each other.

"It feels like it's been forever since we've all gotten to hang out like this," Artie exclaimed.

"I know," Puck found himself agreeing from where he cuddled with Rachel, "and it's only been a few days."

"Too long," Quinn told them all. "We need to make sure we're spending time together at least once a day, and if we can't do it once a day, then every other day at the very least… we're a family, we need each other."

Several people were startled when Santana spoke up in agreement. "Q's totally right. We're family… especially now." She turned sharp eyes on Rachel. "Look, Berry, I know we ain't always seen eye to eye, and I know that these days you could twist me into a pretzel, but you gotta know, I got ya back," her voice trembled slightly at the end, belying her normally tightly controlled emotions.

"Thank you, Santana," Rachel whispered, keeping her own tears under control. "You all mean so much to me. And now… with my Dad and Daddy being gone… It just means a lot that you would be my family."

Kurt leaned forward and clasped the hand Puck wasn't holding. "Oh honey, we're so here for you."

Their conversation was interrupted by the auditorium doors opening and the kids from the New York high school entering. The five kids made their way towards the New Directions kids with resolve, and Marco was the one who broke the silence.

"We know we started out on the wrong foot, but we'd like to start over," he informed them.

That's when they noticed the blonde girl wasn't with them. Santana smirked. "Where's little miss Better-than-everyone?"

"Alice decided to do her own thing, and we thought that was for the best," Victor told her honestly. "She might have mad skills as a dancer, but her ego is out of control. We like you guys. We want to hang out and sing and perform with you, and we'd like to do it without all the drama she likes to bring with her."

Malik was nodding, "No doubt."

The kids all looked at each other for a few moments before Rachel smiled widely. "Well, we do sound really good together when we harmonize…"

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Penelope Garcia was lost. All of her team had somewhere to be and something to do with the exception of herself. She had nothing… if she was going to be honest with herself, which she wasn't, she would admit to feeling a bit sorry for herself. In a world without technology what was a tech analyst supposed to do?

She'd also had to sit down and have THE discussion with Derek. He'd been concerned because Xander Harris looked so much like Kevin… and of course Penelope had been concerned that Kevin hadn't survived. Of course there was a possibility he had and he was out there somewhere, but she'd had to tell Derek that she and Kevin had stopped seeing each other three weeks before. She'd hurt his feelings. He hadn't said it in so many words, but she could tell. It was because she hadn't told him when the break up had occurred. Of course she hadn't told him because she hadn't wanted to worry him… and she hadn't wanted him to go off all angry because Kevin had possibly hurt her feelings. After all, these things happened, right?

"Are you okay?"

Penelope looked up with startled eyes at the face of the man who could've been the identical twin to James Baylor… the man who'd shot and tried to kill her. For a moment she couldn't speak.

Worry flooded Graham, and he moved closer to blonde woman who'd looked so vulnerable staring into nothing just moments before and now looked at him with such fear. Then he remembered being told about his doppelganger. "I'm so sorry," he said gently. "You're Penelope Garcia, right? They told me a man who looked just like me tried to kill you, do you want me to leave? I can have someone else come check on you?"

Somehow, instantly, Penelope knew this man was different… this man wasn't like James Baylor. He was like the rest of the people in this new home of theirs… a hero. "No… you're fine… I was just a bit surprised is all."

He smiled at her and she started to see more differences between this man and the other who'd been in her life so briefly. "Did you need directions or something? You look lost…"

This comment startled Penelope again, his words reminding her of her thoughts from just moments before… she felt lost. "I do feel a bit lost… normally I'm surrounded by computers and technology. I don't have any of that anymore."

"Definitely a hard adjustment, going from an online world to a paper one," he agreed. "Hey, follow me," Graham waited a moment and they both headed down a hallway, past the conference room set aside for the witches, until he stopped at another conference room. "I think you'll like this room, and until we have tech up and running again, I think this is probably where you and your skill-set will do the most good." He opened the door to a huge room filled with row upon row of shelves filled with books and scrolls.

"It's a library," she murmured. Penelope couldn't help but compare the way he carried himself to way Baylor had carried himself; and Graham had small scars on the knuckles of the hand that was leading her. Graham was more rugged and less… up-kept than Baylor was.

"It's our library and planning room," he amended. "This is where we come to research and plan out most of our missions. Of course now that we're growing, our planning might be moved to a larger area, but research can still be done here… because here's where the information is."

As he finished speaking a tall, teenaged brunette turned one of the corners and looked up from the book she was reading. She smiled at the man fondly, "Hey, Gray, who'd you bring me?"

"Brought another Brainiac for you, Dawn… Ms. Garcia, this is Dawn Summers, Dawn, this is Penelope Garcia… she's the tech analyst for the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI… she came in with the Glee kids parents."

"Oh, please, call me Penelope or just Garcia," she murmured.

"I remember," Dawn nodded. "I'm so glad to have you here! I'll bet you're as frustrated as can be without your computers, huh? It's driving some of these guys insane… If this were the only side effect of Angelspawn, Jordy and Oz would still want to burn out the Initiative."

Graham chuckled. "Well, I'm gonna take off and check on the others. You ladies have fun."

"Thanks, Gray," Dawn called out after the departing man, and turned back to Penelope, "He's such a sweetie. Willow, Abby and Tim should be here in a few, so should Oz and Jordy, and once they are we were going to try a little experiment. Since you're so good with computers, you can help…" the girl started babbling.

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