A/N: Wasn't going to use this one and I just can't help it now. The Walking Dead. Totally in love with it. Like huge love. The characters from that show will be: Rick, Lori, Carl, Glenn, Daryl, Carol, Andrea, Maggie, Herschel, Beth, T Dogg, Patricia and Jimmy. That's it. Those are the ones I'm using.

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Once again Buffy stood on the roof on the hotel and stared at the creatures at the gates. Every time the witches burned them out, every time the house-elves made them implode, more took their place… she and the others had come to the conclusion the infected were drawn by the living. Whether it was the blood, the breathing or the heartbeats they didn't know, but it was definitely the living. They'd hypothesized it in the beginning, but now that it had been a few weeks, well, she figured she could say it was a fact.

They'd been in the hotel for two weeks now. Two weeks since their last rescue. There were a few slight hiccups, but for the most parts, everyone was working well together. The days were divided into chores and lessons for everyone, and everyone had down time as well. The garden was starting to flourish, and they'd even managed to bring in some cows and chickens… not to mention the other fluffy, and in some cases not so fluffy, critters running around.

"What are you doing up here?"

Buffy leaned back into Aaron's arms as they enveloped her. She'd heard him approach, and smelled his unique scent behind her. "I was just considering whether or not we should be concerned that Dean, Puck and the MacManus brothers get along so well… seems like a cocktail for trouble."

He chuckled, "Does seem a bit worrisome, but I have a feeling Rachel won't let him get into too much trouble."

She thought about it and nodded, "That's true. I was also thinking that it's become rather obvious that these things are drawn in by the living somehow… and I was wondering if we should be concerned that we haven't had any visions for a bit now…"

"You have been doing some thinking haven't you," he asked. Hotch knew what it was like having the weight of the world on your shoulders. Buffy might be a decade younger than he, but she'd been leading her war for a very long time. "We just need to use the time to prepare, and we've known for a while now that they're drawn to us, this just validates our theories."

"Exactly what I was thinking."

"Buffy," the cry was heard, "Tina's had a vision!"

"I shouldn't have opened my mouth," she murmured. They both ran.

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The farmhouse was under attack. Rick had managed to get Carl inside the house just as Glenn and Daryl had gotten to the porch.

"Get inside," the former sheriff yelled.

Daryl looked at the horde and knew there were too many. There were something over sixty of the bastards. They were gonna overrun the farm and bust through. "Fuck," he muttered as he started loading his crossbow.

Glenn headed upstairs to take position at one the windows. He stopped and looked at Maggie. She'd told him days ago she loved him. He'd been too damned scared, and now they were probably going to die. He pulled her to him and kissed her hard. She looked at him, surprise in her eyes. "I love you too. I'm sorry I waited too long." Tears slid down her cheeks.

Everyone was starting to fire at the oncoming zombies.

Fifty feet behind the zombies lightning slashed through the sky, touching the ground and a gaping white hole opened. For just a moment everything seemed to falter, both the gunfire and the zombie horde itself as women began to pour out of the hole into the field behind the zombies.

"What in the name of God…" Lori choked out.

The zombies which had been making their way towards the farmhouse now turned towards the women. The people in the farmhouse stared in horror and surprise. For the most part the women were all petite. They ranged in age from teens to mid thirties, and were encased in form fitting leather. All of the women brandished some type of bladed weapon.

"Now this is what I call a fight," a brunette called in a husky voice before she drew two short blades and began an intricate dance ripping into Walkers in her vicinity. This seemed to spur on the others, and they all went on the attack.

Daryl didn't know where they came from, but he sure as hell wasn't gonna just leave 'em to do all the dirty work. He started taking careful aim shot at the Walkers at the back fringes. He noticed the others were scared to fire, and figured shooting might be a bad idea, since it might bring even more of the sonovabitches to the area. His crossbow was pretty quiet though.

What seemed like an hour was only a few minutes and all of the Walkers were on the ground in pieces, their heads split like melons.

The women stood silently, staring at the farmhouse. They'd cleaned their blades and resheathed them. With the Walkers cleared out the inhabitants could see a redhead and a tall brunette standing at the gaping white hole where the women had come from, a glowing blue circle around her. A small blonde stepped forward and called out, "Would someone like to talk?"

Rick looked at everyone. "I'm gonna go out there."

"No," Lori was terrified.

"Lori, they saved us," he told her matter of fact.

She couldn't argue with him. It was true; if those people hadn't shown up, most, if not all of them would have died. She nodded once.

"I'll go with 'im," Daryl said.

Rick agreed and the two men stepped onto the porch.

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While they waited for someone from the house to either respond or come out, Buffy thought back to Tina's vision.

FLASHBACK

Buffy and Hotch had raced downstairs to find Tina and Artie exiting the cafeteria from breakfast. Tina was standing utterly still, silent even though her lips were moving. Her eyes were milky white and her palms were facing forward. After several minutes she snapped to attention and looked at the blonde Slayer.

"You need to gather your Slayers; all of them that can do battle," the young Seer told her. "There is a reality that's been fighting a plague like ours for months now. There aren't many survivors left. They're tired and not much longer for this world if we don't save them. But they're worthy. They've faced death, and they've overcome. They're trustworthy, but they're distrustful. I can't guarantee they'll come, but we have to try. It's a critical moment. They stand at a precipice. If they come you'll be able to bring more livestock, horses and chickens with you so open a double portal."

"I'll take two witches," Buffy promised, never doubting the girl's words.

END FLASHBACK

Buffy had thirty seven active Slayers now, four were two young to bring and one was pregnant. She hadn't wanted to bring Rachel with Quinn being pregnant, but both girls had impressed upon her the importance of the mission. Buffy had brought her thirty two Slayers… now she was thinking it might have been a little bit of overkill.

The door to the house opened and two men stepped out. Upon seeing the taller of the two Faith threw up her hands and exclaimed, "Oh for Fuck's sake, another one! Anywhere we go we got twinkies comin' out the damned woodwork… Connor's gonna fuckin' love this shit!"

Buffy's eyebrow's raised. Yep, the man with the crossbow was almost identical to Murphy MacManus… a little older and maybe a little more, oh what was the term, 'rode hard and put up wet'? "Ignore her," she told the men, giving them a smile. "I'm Buffy."

"I'm Rick," one man introduced himself. "This is Daryl… you know him?"

Buffy waved it off, "Oh we have one at home… well one that looks surprisingly similar, but he's Irish… the one at home is."

The brunette who'd gone bug eyed at the redneck's appearance was smirking now, and leaned into a few of the other girls. "I'm Larry, this is my brother Darryl and this is my other brother Darryl," she quoted with a drawled out southern accent. Two of the girls snickered, but the others looked blank. "What? No Newhart fans?" Faith frowned.

"Faith," Buffy snapped, and turned back to the men. "Sorry about her," she apologized. "We've had a bit of a stressful few weeks. Faith turns to a bit of humor to release stress… well, humor or violence."

The men looked at her warily. "Where the hell did yall come from," Daryl asked.

Buffy blinked at him. "Um… Colorado."

Rick looked at the blonde, and then looked Daryl. Buffy was telling the truth… but not the whole truth. "Colorado? You came here… to Georgia… from Colorado…"

Buffy sighed, and took one step forward, her hands up in a gesture of peace. "It's an incredibly long story… and complicated. I want to be completely up front an honest with you, but it's a lot to take in…" her eyes darted to the bodies of the now permanently dead Walkers, "even beyond these creatures."

Rick thought about her words for a minute and turned to Daryl. "What do ya think?"

"Those little gals took out over sixty Walkers… I maybe got five with my crossbow," Daryl told the former cop. "Look at how lil' they all are… and they appeared outta thin air… there's somethin' up wit' that… I wanna hear what they got ta say."

Rick nodded. As the two men turned to face the women again the blonde was talking to the two women standing at the gaping hole.

"Hey, Wills, make sure to keep up the zombie-dar," she called out softly.

"Okay, Buffy," the redhead responded sweetly. She closed her eyes for only a moment and smiled before talking again. "We're clear; you guys cleared out the area for now. Maybe Dawn should expand the shield while we're here?"

Buffy faced Rick again. Seeing she had their attention she spoke, "My sister can place a shield protecting this farm from these creatures while we're here… will you allow this? We won't do it without your permission."

"How?"

"Magic," she said simply.

"Magic," Daryl scoffed.

"Complicated," Buffy's voice was soft. "We didn't come to harm you and yours. We came to help. We came to offer you a choice. You don't have to take it. We hope you will. Can she put up the shield?"

Rick ran his eyes over all of the women. None of them carried firearms, not that they seemed to need them. None of these women seemed like the type of survivors his group had been running into since this hell had been spreading across Earth. Now the woman said she came to offer them a choice… she inspired… trust. When was the last time he'd felt something like that? He and Daryl shared one more, brief glance, Daryl giving one short flick of a nod, before Rick spoke hoarsely, "Put up your shield."