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All of the survivors had gathered for the funeral of Kenneth Tanaka; even those who had not known him in life. Everyone knew that in this new world all life was precious, and all life and death should be celebrated and remembered.

Kurt stepped forward, "Mr. Schuester and Ms. Pilsbury asked us to sing this… Coach, well, he heard us sing this once before and," Kurt looked down at his hands, "Well, he really liked it. We've changed it a little, but… it's the same really…" The boy cleared his voice before beginning…

(Kurt)"Come with me, and you'll be, in a world of pure imagination…"

(Finn)"Take a look and you'll see, into your imagination…"

(Tina)"We'll begin, with a spin, traveling in a world of my creation…"

(Artie)"What we'll see will defy explanation…"

(Quinn, with New Directions)"If you want to view paradise, Simply look around and view it… Anything you want to, do it…"

(Tina, with New Directions)"Want to change the world? There's nothing to it…"

(Rachel)"There is no, life I know… to compare with your imagination…"

(Finn)"Living there, you'll be free…"

(Kurt, Rachel and Finn)"If you truly wish to be…"

(Kurt with New Directions)"If you want to view paradise, Simply look around and view it…"

(Tina with New Directions)"Anything you want to, do it…"

(Quinn with New Directions)"Want to change the world? There's nothing to it…"

(Tina)"There is no life I know, To compare with pure imagination…"

(Kurt)"Living there, you'll be free, if you truly…"

(New Directions)"Wish to be…"

Will Schuester moved forward as his kids moved back. "Not all of you knew Ken Tanaka… but he was my friend. Even when he was angry with me… he was my friend. Ken Tanaka was a good man… He was a football coach at McKinley High School in Lima Ohio and helped save all the kids we brought from Lima. We couldn't have done it without him. Ken was a role model for his players, and he helped me build a better relationship between the Glee club and the football team… He was so much more than mere words can express," he said numbly. "We're going to miss him… I don't have better words… I don't really know what to say…" he managed to choke out before he stopped speaking.

Aaron Hotchner shared a look with Buffy before taking Will's place. "Mr. Tanaka was obviously well loved. And he will be missed by all that knew him. This has also shown us all that those monsters are not the only dangers that we face," he reached back, squeezing Buffy's smaller hand in his. "Starting tomorrow morning everyone needs to make an appointment with a Healer to get checked out. The Healers feel they'll be able to tell if anyone has a problem… maybe we can avert this type of tragedy in the future." People began nodding at his words. "We… all of us here, are the future… and we need to make sure we're taking care of our future."

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The room was dark and cold and the soldiers had shoved everyone inside all the while pointing guns at them and threatening them with physical harm if they didn't follow their orders. One man, so very obviously not a soldier, dressed in an expensive three piece suit, had spoken in a raspy voice and had ordered the soldiers to take the prisoners to containment C. Even as they'd been led away he'd started screaming at the thin and extremely pale blonde woman who was sitting on a hard, wooden chair. He'd railed at her ineptitude for bringing him 'useless' subjects. She'd remained silent.

"What is going on here?" Megan Hunt questioned one of the men who'd already been in the room she and her group were shoved into. She'd brought Lacey up to the office to drop off a file. Now, somehow, she, Lacey, Kate Murphy, her boss, Peter Dunlop, her partner, and Curtis Brumfield and Ethan Gross, her coworkers, had been… transported to some secret lab.

The small room they'd been pushed into already held a group of approximately fifteen or sixteen other people, mostly men and women in business attire, but there were two children with the group; one a girl about Lacey's age.

One of the men, older, with sandy blonde hair going gray, spoke his voice weary, "We showed up here three days ago. We were holed up in The White House. Some epidemic had spread, killing people, making the dead come back to life and we were trying to formulate a plan to help people when we somehow ended up here… but here isn't the same as where we were… and that sounds crazy when I say it out loud."

"The White House, White House?" Ethan muttered in astonishment. All he could think was that this had to be some horrible, and not at all funny, practical joke.

"That doesn't make any sense at all," Kate said. "What epidemic? Are you talking about the Ebola outbreak a few months back? Dead come back to life?"

Ethan's mind was working a mile a minute. "Oh my God," he exclaimed, he eyes flitting to the other's clothing. "Look at their clothes. Late nineties, early two-thousands… somehow… somehow we've been brought to a different reality… a different time, or they have."

"You have lost your mind," Curtis snapped.

"It's 2002," a charismatic man with a slightly receding hairline broke in. He was comforting a lovely blonde. They'd been in this room for over twelve hours now, shoved in by soldiers when a man had begun screeching at a thin, pale sickly girl. The President had tried ordering them to decease and desist, but they had ignored him.

"It's 2012," Megan corrected.

"It's December, 2002," a regal brunette woman reasserted.

"No, Megan's right," Kate assured them. "It's February 2012."

Everyone stilled. "My God in Heaven," a distinguished older man whispered, "What has happened to us?"

The door to the room slammed open and the soldiers threw in a slender figure. The person stumbled, falling to the floor in a heap. Megan moved to the figure, recognizing it immediately as the blonde girl who'd been sitting stoicly earlier. "Are you all right?" she asked then stifled a gasp as she saw the battered face.

The blonde smiled slightly then winced as it opened the split in her lip and blood began to seep out of the wound. "He t-t-thinks I s-s-sc-screwed up," she murmured with a stutter. "B-b-b-but I d-d-d-didn't. I got all the n-n-n-nec-c-c-essarry people here."

"What do you mean?" Megan asked, confused.

"Everyone n-n-n-eeds to m-m-move together… we n-n-need to touch… everyone needs to b-b-b-be touching… p-p-pretend like we're p-p-ppraying," the blonde whispered urgently.

Something in her eyes had Megan nodding. Something in her words had everyone moving together.

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"Has he come out of his room yet?" Puck whispered, as he questioned Finn about Russell Fabray. Willow had brought the other man back to the hotel two days before from the house in Lima. He hadn't freaked out about being brought back, seeing as he'd been out of food… and hadn't seen another living soul for several weeks. The older man had made one attempt to have the witch arrested when he'd seen the FBI agents that had originally saved them in Ohio, but when that plan hadn't worked out, he'd holed up in his room, only opening the door to haul in the food left outside, and then to shove the empty dishes back out.

Finn looked at his best friend and shook his head. They were all keeping their voices down so Quinn didn't hear them, but she was across the room talking to the girls and playing with make up. The guys were as far away from that as possible.

"As pretty as it makes them," one of the redhead twins started.

"It seems to take an awful lot of time and energy," the other finished with a frown.

Marcus Flint scowled. Never did he think he would be sitting around with a bunch of Muggles blathering on about women. Then his eyes found Brittany, and his scowl lightened ever so slightly. "Don't know why they're even bothering with it anyways," he muttered.

"Something about a unique 'bonding experience' and I'm quoting there," Draco shared. Kit was currently slathering goop on Hermione's eyes, and Granger was smiling in delight at the violet haired witch. The adults had shooed the teens into the auditorium telling them that they needed to get to know each other and 'hang out'; something about it being 'good for them'.. Whatever that meant.

Puck started snickering. "Girls where you're from didn't do each other's hair and make up and shit?"

"Not really," Harry shrugged. "They tried to stay alive, studied, worked on spells, I suppose sometimes they did hair straightening spells… like for the Yule Ball, or some such thing."

"Well, if it's one thing Quinn, Santana and Britt know, it's make up and hair, as apparently do Dawn and Kit," Finn sighed.

"Add in Jones and Hummel and they'll all get a make over," Puck snorted in disgust.

Warren Peace and Will Stronghold joined them. "Dawn just dipped her peanut butter and jelly sandwich in cheese," Will said queasily eliciting groans from everyone.

"My chick is gross, very hot, but gross," Warren smirked.

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Faith stood on the roof looking down at incoming infected; parts of her itched to get down there and eliminate the threat. She wanted to fight. She wanted to kill them all. Hell, they were already dead, so it wasn't like she was killing the living or anything. But it was too risky. It frustrated her. She knew where B was coming from. She did. They'd lost too many Slayers; too many sisters. Sure they couldn't infect her if she got bit, but if she went down there and they swarmed her… if she went down there and got surrounded and couldn't get away, well, fuck, game over. And she couldn't do that to the others. The thought almost brought a chuckle to her lips. When had she gone and gotten responsible? She owed B and G-Man and Red and Boy Toy and Little D too much to do that to them… she owed her sisters too much to leave them in the lurch… and now they knew… when Cari had died for that short time… another had been called. If she died, another would be called, and she wouldn't do that to a kid. Especially not when some sick Politician Government fuck was out there gathering them up for some demented purpose. 'Cuz what if whoever was called hadn't been rescued yet? Or what if whoever was called had been found by the Initiative, and not by the Scoobies? Too much risk.

"You're out here thinking bad thoughts," Buffy's voice came from behind her.

"I know," Faith laughed. "Just thinkin' how funny it is I grew up and didn't realize it."

"I know, isn't it? Not you, me. I was thinking the other day, my Gods, I'm being responsible… don't tell Giles," Buffy giggled.

Faith snickered. "You're secret's safe with me… Are you… am I the only one who thinks it's odd the cops are handlin' it so well we got the Saints of Boston livin' under our roof?" she asked hesitantly. Faith wasn't sure how the knowledge was affecting Buffy's relationship with Hotchner. He was FBI.

Surprisingly there'd been very little alarm raised when it had come to light that the MacManus brothers were the famed Saints of Boston. The brothers had explained they had answered a sacred calling. The Scoobies had turned to Xander, The One Who Sees… He'd turned to Buffy.

"They have truly been Called… Called by the a Higher Power that should never be questioned. Their Calling isn't so different from your own… while you fight creatures of the dark, they've been tasked to fight monsters in human form," he said quietly.

That was all Buffy needed to know. "Okay. As long as you don't pose a threat to anyone here, then you are welcome. But that goes for anyone here," Buffy had announced, looking at the brothers, and then at everyone there.

Buffy sighed now, looking at Faith, "I don't know what the deal is with ALL of the law enforcement officials we have living here, but I know that the BAU agents are following our lead. They trust us… and in this new world… new rules apply. It isn't like we can just go out and arrest people. And it isn't like Connor and Murphy are bad guys. Aaron and his people know that. It helps that they all like each other. Plus Rossi and Prentiss both knew Paul Smecker, a really good friend of the boys." Buffy was quiet for a moment before sighing again. "We need to find something to knock Amy out of her catatonic state. Willow can't think of anything. It's like she's a rat again, but this time in human form… If we could snap her out of it, she might be able to lead us to the Initiative."

Faith nodded, "We need to strike them before they strike us…" The two women were silent staring at the moaning bodies pressing on the gate. "Oh my Gods, B, I'm an idiot! I know how to wake up the witch!" Faith smacked her forehead. She had Buffy's attention now. "Just like we woke up Queen C. But make sure Queen C is there too. Have Amy touch Little D, maybe her Key abilities with snap her out of this coma state you were talkin' about!"