Setup: Faith has died (although that's not really a part of this story) and another slayer has been called.

The British Gentleman stepped out of his car and approached the house. Finally. Finally he had found her, the next slayer. This one had been notoriously difficult to track down; something had kept interfering whenever he had previously come close to finding her. He had tried everything he could think of; seers, oracles, the prophetic books, underground informants, spells, his own innate watcher's sense, nothing had worked. But this was it, he was finally here, the dustiest spell from his dustiest tome had finally yielded the desired results. Her name and location had been revealed to him, although her image was still blocked. But she was here now, in this house. Breathing deeply and gathering himself, he stepped to the door and knocked.

"Hello? Can I help you?" A young man, maybe sixteen years old, had answered the door.

"Yes, I'm looking for a young girl, probably about your age, by the name of Kristina Antone. Is she here?"

To the confusion of the British Gentleman, the young man started to laugh.

"What's so funny?"

"I don't know who you are or why you are here, but I think you've made some sort of mistake. There is no girl here named Kristina Antone."

"But….." He had been so sure this spell had finally succeeded. What was he going to do now?

"However," the young man continued, as if he hadn't been interrupted, "My name is Kristopher Antone."

The British Gentleman then fainted dead away.

***About that time, in the Antechamber of the Powers that Be***

"So how am I going to explain this?" asked Whistler, favored messenger of the PTB. "I thought the slayer was always a girl?"

"That is certainly the way it had always been."

"And you're changing the routine this time because……"

The PTB coughed discretely (As much as the PTB can cough discretely) and seemed rather embarrassed. "You know that we, as the Powers that Be, exist on a different plane than corporeal life…."

"Yeah……"

"Well, some creatures equivalent to what humans call lawyers also exist on this plane, and they have been getting after us about the entire 'The slayer is always female' deal. They're calling it discrimination and gender bias."

Whistler shook his head. "So this whole making a guy the slayer this time is all to avoid some cosmic lawsuit?"

"Pretty much."

"That just won't cut it in a mystical revelation sort of way."

"Just tell them it's destiny."

*Fin*

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No offense to lawyers, either. :-)