AN This was written because I really didn’t like what happened in the episode, and I’d been toying around with the idea of Lindsay being a seer.
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Lindsay Munroe was far from an ordinary woman. Her colleagues would say she had a unique way of working, her family would say she was the best and brightest that Montana had to offer, but while those were flattering, they weren't exactly true.
Her best friend in the world had been one of many slayers who had been activated by the Red Witch, also known as Willow Rosenberg. They and a few other ‘future-Scooby’s’ had been hanging out at a cafe in Lindsay’s hometown of Bozeman, when a human being, of all things, came into the cafe and proved that despite being named after Super girl, Kara and her twin sister Linda (the Slayers) were not bulletproof. He’d also killed the newest member of their little group (a werewolf called Donna) and proved that werewolves could be killed without the use of silver outside of the full moon.
If Xander hadn’t stopped her, Lindsay would have hunted him down and most likely earned herself a job as a vengeance demon.
Sadly, he still hadn’t been convicted. Lindsay had retired as an active member of the New Watcher’s Council, although she was still considered a useful ally, being the Seer of the Otium Clan. Although the demonic race their clan was named for was long extinct, the gifts of their old race lived on in their now human blood.
The same blood which brought her to the small newspaper stand, waiting for her moment. For the first time since she’d had to stand up Danny to take care of an attack on a baby-potential, she’d had a vision. The boy-on-the-bike had to live, she may not know why, but he had to.
Finally, after hours of renewing the ‘unnoticeable’ charm on herself, it happened. A man ran out of the store and a female voice screamed for someone to stop him. Then a bullet shot.
She stepped forward, shedding the charm. “Danny, I got this.”
He looked at her in shock. “What?”
Lindsay smiled at him. “Get him home.” She turned to the kid and pretended to be shocked. “Call an ambulance, then his mom. He’s been shot.”
As she said this, the woman in the shop let out a wail.