Title: New York City Prophecy
Author: Revolution
Rating:PG-13
Summary: There's still one more Potential left and she's 
on her way to Sunnydale.THe Only question that remains 
is Sunnydale ready for her?
Archive: Sure



Well, lie prophet lie
For the sky is much too high
Keep it in your eye
And memorize the moon
Dream prophet dream
And don't you listen to them scream
We know they didn't hear you yet
But you're bound to get there soon~Blues Traveler


"Run Lennon!" whispered Mckenzie Tyler as she slid to 
the ground.

"Hell No!" yelled Lennon Whittaker pressing her multi 
colored scarf against the wound on her watcher's head.

"For chrissake!" hissed Mckenzie "For Once would you 
please listen to me? Run!"

Lennon wiped the tears and sweat from her eyes.
"Where will I go?"

"Sunnydale, Theres a watcher there. He trains the current 
slayer. I just hope they haven't found him too."

Lennon picked up her watcher's hand and kissed it gently.

"Be Brave," Mckenzie whispered.

"I Will."

Lennon slowly opened her eyes, she had been traveling all 
night and hadn't slept at all.

"Of course," she muttered "The first dreams I have are 
of them."

She had seen some pretty gruesome things in New York 
where she had been training for when she would take over 
as The Slayer but the things that had attacked her in 
Mckenzie were different.

"Welcome To Sunnydale!" said the sweaty smelly old man 
who had taken the seat next to her "Is this your first 
visit?"

Lennon looked out the window of the bus and smiled.

"Yep," she replied.



"What do you mean?" asked Willow as she paced nervously 
in front of the fireplace.

"Theres one more," said Giles.

"How come we didn't know about her?" asked Buffy.

"Her watcher was gifted in the black arts," Giles 
replied "When she received news of the counsel 
distruction she used a cloaking spell to hide the girl 
from the bringers which..."

"Hid her from us," continued Willow.

"Well this is just great," Buffy exclaimed "We have 
absoulutely no clue where she is and if she's even still 
alive."

Lennon walked up the walkway of a cute little house, it 
reminded her of the suburbs where Mckenzie would take 
her so she could track vampires.

"Great," she whispered "I just stepped into the 
threshold of hell."

Laughing at her own joke, she tentatively knocked on the 
door. A tall dark haired guy opened it. Well, he's cute, 
she thought.

"Is this the Summer's residence?" she asked reading the 
barely legible name off of her palm.

"Yes," replied Xander "Can I help you?"

"Is there a Rupert Giles here?" 

Giles looked at Buffy then walked to the door.

"I'm Rupert Giles," he exclaimed.

"Oh, Thank God!" she said "Thought I was at the wrong 
place."

"Who the hell are you?" asked Buffy.

"Names Lennon Whittaker," she replied "I was sent here 
by Mckenzie Tyler"

Giles looked at Buffy then back at Lennon.

"Everyone's here." he whispered.