Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created in Legend of the Seeker. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is being intended. However, all original characters belong to me.

A/N: Alright first off again, I want to thank anyone who has been reading this story and keeping up with it.

Life has been crazy, I got busy with work, got busy with family, then other drama and issues arose, but I watched a spot on Cara (my fav. character of SOT) the other day and was re-inspired. (Also fixed up chapters1 and 2 a bit, if you would like to re read go right ahead, nothing drastically changed to not understand what’s going on.)

This story really isn’t but is an Alternate Universe it’s more an alternate timeline (hard to explain). Everything that happened in the books happened (maybe even the show in some cases). Anyways, I hope you enjoy this new chapter.

Reviewing is awesome especially when it’s constructive.

Title: Prospects

Rating: T could later become M depending on how graphic I want this story to end up being.

Summary: A disturbing prophecy forces Zed to uproot the lives of Kahlan and Richard among many others, in hopes of protecting the world’s future. All pairings are Cannon. Spoilers revolve more around then books than the TV show.

Chapter- 3

Present Time

The soft sound of repetitive instrumental ambiance music could be heard projecting across the large marble lobby of Zorandor Incorporated. A loan red headed young woman sat quietly bobbing her head to the music she had to listen to this music every minute of every working hour of every day.

A large clock over head was about to chime eleven o’clock, while the question which had been uttered almost every night since the existence of this building would be spoken. “Why would anyone be willing to work at eleven o’clock at night?”

In exchange young red head would answer them silently inside her head, ‘Someone who lives in a penthouse apartment on one of the top five floors.’ Tonight however was different, there was a nervous hope spreading across many of the buildings employees and occupants, the red head being one of those employees and occupants.

Jennsen, being unable to use magic, but still wishing there was a way she could help, having had her spirit waken. When many including her, had never thought something like this could come to be, but Adie had told her, “Spirits were odd unpredictable beats of beautiful creatures. They embody whomever they please magic or no.”

No more than an hour ago Benjamin, Cara, and Kahlan had returned from their small, but very important quest. To recruit a man named Robert, who just happened to be estranged cousin to the woman named Jessica, the woman she had been only a few years ago. Robert’s mother and Jessica’s father were siblings. So like many families Robert and Jessica had spent many holidays together when they were younger. But, as they grew older, and their interests changed they began to spend less and less time together.

It wasn’t until they had all met as a group up at the very top of the buildings to discuss the dreams Kahlan was continually having. Dreams of which Jennsen was sure Kahlan was now considering to be nightmares. It was at that moment that Jennsen knew the man Kahlan had been dreaming of was Jessica's cousin Robert.

The last chime hit, the silent indicator to the end of another not so eventful day. Jennsen began to shut down her computer, push in her chair, and grab the few things she had before making her way to the back towards the private elevator, up towards the penthouse.

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Zorandor Incorporated’s lights were slowly beginning to shut off as Robert immerged from the nearby subway station. “Damn it, damn it, damn it” he yelled at the top of his lungs while rushing over of the large glass doors. He flung himself towards the door, taking hold of the metal handle and pulling.

That was when he saw her, an auburn haired young woman. She had a cell phone in one hand and a metal coffee mug in another. ‘No purse?’ thought Robert for a moment before shaking the glass door vigorously in hopes of gaining the young woman’s attention. “Hey, hey, I need to talk with someone!” He shook the door once more, “Come on! They told me I needed to talk with them tonight, and this place always stays open till God knows when!” He shook at the door once more.

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Within one of the many alternating hallways of the dimly lit corridor lurked a woman. She kept to the shadows as if she were slithering along the walls like a conniving snake ready to unleash its venom upon its inspecting prey. However, instead while she crept through the shadows watching from a distance the now five men stood within the torches. She quietly began to contemplate how all the stages in her plan would pan out, but right now the first thing she had to do was figure out a way to make it seem as if Darken Rahl was the one in charge the one she and those four other infantile men followed without question.

It would be hard, she knew that, but if she were to follow the orders given to her by the Keeper of the Underworld himself. She would need to let the lead move freely until the time came to snag the unsuspecting dog back over to his owner’s side. The time would come she knew it, however the time was not now and so she would wait silently, like the huntress she was.

She took a deep breath maneuvering her posture to display her breasts. She walked out from the depths of the shadows. Clearing her throat she inwardly grinned watching closely, as the men began to bring their attention towards her. “Lord Rahl,” she proclaimed with just the right amount of enthusiasm. “I do hope everything is in the right place and in the proper working order.”

The Lord Rahl ran a now gloved hand along his arm and over his face before nodding his answer. Smiling once more the woman continued to speak, “My name is Ulicia, and I am sure you have many questions you wished answered. I promise to give you every possible answer that I am capable of.”

Ulicia, turned from the men and began to walk down one of the many corridors. “Answer me one thing,” spoke Darken Rahl. Ulicia stopped, back still turned. “What am I doing here?”

She smiled her grin malevolent. “Why to help bring our lord the Keeper back into fruition of course,” and with that she continued to walk once more disappearing within the depths of the dark engulfing shadows.

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Jennsen’s train of thought was back on track within seconds. Suddenly there a loud bangs then a rapid thrashing coming from the front. The last thing she needed was another group of teenagers trying to cause trouble just because they could. She let out a sigh and looked towards the noise, and that was when she saw him, the man who was Jessica’s cousin, the man who housed the spirit of her, beloved half-brother. “Just a minute, would you hold on? I said just a minute!”

She placed the key at the bottom of the door, turned the key the opened the large glass door for Robert. Jennsen stood there allowing Rober to take in who it was he saw, while remembering to answer the name Jessica.

“Jessica?” Robert asked in a slight state of confusion. She was the last person he ever thought would be here. “It was you?”

“Of course it was me, and is that really way to greet someone you haven’t spoken to in years.” She shut the door locking it behind him. “God, you are so lucky I hadn’t made it to the elevator because then you would have been screwed. Now come on, they should be up stairs they are going to be so happy you chose to come.” She smiled, trying to conceal her own excitement and happiness.

“Alright, wait they’re up stairs? Why are they up stairs? Shouldn’t you all be at home,” he asked running a hand through his hair in confusion.

“You will see. Now come on the elevator we need is this way,” and with that Jennsen lead Robert to the back elevator.

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