Spoilers from episode 4X4 and on. What if something went wrong and Lexie doesn't remember being Audrey? What if Lexie isn't really Audrey? Or is she? I am sure a lot of people don't like Lexie, but I thought her personality was a good fit for Duke. Especially for my story, which seems to have taken a turn to one of those bad amnesia stories. I am probably going to alter the Haven lore quite a bit. We'll see. Anything familiar belongs to Haven.

"I'm not shooting anybody. Who are you people? And why would I shoot someone I just met?" What just happened? Why do they want me to shoot him? A better question, why does he want me to kill him?

Just a few moments ago, I found myself lying on the ground, in a field, surrounded by people I don't know and now they want me to kill someone. This man, beautiful eyes, nice cheekbones too, calls me Audrey. Who is Audrey?

"Cheekbones" strokes my face with slightly watery eyes and a tiny smile. "You made it."

Um, sure. I don't know what to say, so I settle for a simple. "Hi." My eyes scan the crowd around me, noticing a beautiful, unique looking man with a ponytail. The next person I notice is a pretty, petite brunette. My eyes then fall to the rest of the people, many with their guns drawn. What the hell is going on? "Cheekbones" moves from me to some chick with a gun in her hand and takes it. He walks back to me, places the gun in my hand and points it at himself. Why does he want to die? "The troubles haven't ended. Killing me is the only way to end it." Troubles? What is that? No time to process now, he positions the gun better against his chest and then he kisses me passionately. The utter distraught and dispair are surely felt by all in that field. I, however, feel nothing but his emotion. Clearly, I am supposed to feel something for him, but instead I am overwhelmingly confused.

"I'm not killing anyone. And my name is Lexie. Who is Audrey?" There are a few moments of silence while everyone waits to see what I am going to do.

"Jordan, if she's Lexie, then killing Nathan won't end the troubles. She has to be in love with him." Ponytail says to the chick who had the gun. I am certainly not in love with the guy they want me to shoot. I don't even know him. In fact, I seem to be drawn to the guy with the ponytail and the goatee. And what the hell are the troubles?

What is going on in this strange place? Why am I here? How did I get here? Oh right, I came through a door. I don't even know what that means. Chaos is erupting around me. Ponytail throws a pretty mean punch at someone and yells, "Run!" to the guy I'm supposed to shoot. Here I stand, dumb-founded. The petite brunette walks up to me. She seems almost as lost as I am. After a few seconds of hasty chitchat, I discover she is also new to town, originally from Boston, but is fuzzy on the details about why she is here. That's ok. I don't even freaking remember how or why I got here. Whatever. I'll figure it out.

"Let's go. Follow them." I nod in the general direction of the woods where the gunshots are heard. I still have the gun in my hand from when they wanted me to shoot "cheekbones". The girl, Jennifer I learned, runs beside me. We reach the clearing, where everyone is standing and someone has a gun cocked at "cheekbones".

"Listen up, you lunatics!" I say after I fire off a shot. Holding this gun feels familiar. Huh. Maybe I have used a gun. "Move a muscle, loose your head. I apparently know how to use this thing."

"What do you want, Lexie?" Some old man asks.

"Ideally a stiff drink and a reason why you are trying to blow away 'cheekbones' here." What is his name again?

Jordan, the chick that Ponytail called out earlier, speaks. "I'll take care of her." I fire off another shot at her feet.

"Listen, honey, I know you're angry. I just hope you're not stupid, too." She is really pissing me off.

"Excuse me, Lexie?" Hot, ponytail guy says. "Hi. I'm Duke." Hmm. Duke. Fits him. "And I would actually prefer they didn't blow away 'cheekbones' here, either. I think I can clear this whole thing up by talking to this gentleman over here, the big one." There is something I trust about him. He seems the most reasonable of all the men. I nod my head to signal for him to move. I can see the two talking, but am unable to hear. Whatever he says works because the group disbands with a signal from the old man.

A few minutes later, I am in a blue truck with the guy I was supposed to kill, Nathan, I think. He sneaks looks at me at every opportunity. I don't know whether to be creeped out or flattered. As he drives, he repeatedly checks his head wound to see if it is bleeding. After a few minutes of complete silence, I can't take it anymore. "So, uh, Nathan, right?" I ask, because he doesn't seem interested in starting a conversation.

"Yeah." That's it. That's all I get? He sneaks another look from the corner of his eye.

"I think I saw a badge on you. You a cop?"

"Uh, yeah." Wow, this guy is full of words.

"Ok, well, you already know I'm Lexie. DeWitt is the last name." I try to give a reassuring smile.

"Hmmph," is his response. Thank god we are at the station. That conversation was completely uncomfortable.

Everyone arrives at the same time, but Nathan and I are stuck in his office while the others presumably discuss what to do with the two of us. Actually, viewing the placard on Nathan's desk, I discover Nathan is a detective, rather than an officer. Nathan is apparently more comfortable talking to me now because he is opening up, slowly. Maybe because we both feel like prisoners, for different reasons, but prisoners, nonetheless. I examine his head wound and he flinches. Not a painful flinch, almost as if he is uncomfortable with my touch, flinch. I find this odd, but let it go. And then, he almost calls me this Audrey person. Realizing his mistake, he asks about my life. I tell him I'm a bartender complete with crappy tips. He asks about an agent Howard and I have no idea who he is talking about.

A flash of memory comes to me, a blond man with piercing blue eyes. "You belong in Haven," he tells me. Who is that? And what does that mean? Ugh, I wish I could remember.

The door abruptly opens and the old man, Vince, says, "You two, come with me." Apprehensive, I feel like a lamb being led to the slaughter. God, I wish I knew what was going on.

Vince takes us on another silent drive. Everyone gets out of the car and we encounter a behemoth of a man, an officer. Suddenly, my stomach growls and I realize I am starving. I complain, but am told to stay put. As they walk away, I hear the giant man say that word "trouble". There's that word again. I see Vince and Nathan meet up with Duke and can tell they are talking about me. No one Is happy, judging by the looks on their faces.

My nearly exploding bladder leads me on a search for a bathroom. Great, now I'm hungry and I have to pee. I wander into the first building I can find and search for a sign that says "restrooms." Maybe I can find some food too while I'm here. Their bathroom is in back by the kitchen where a guy is behind a locked door. My face scrunches in confusion. He hits the door, no, he body slams the door, which scares the crap out of me. I scream. Loudly. Duke and Nathan come to my rescue and I explain that I just needed to use the bathroom. Watching Nathan negotiate with the guy behind the door was just painful. The guy tries using the knife to intimidate Nathan and when that doesn't work, he slits his own throat. I just watched a guy slit. His. Own. Throat. What sort of wormhole did I crawl through? I find myself asking myself this question for at least the fifth time today.

Back at the station with Duke and Nathan, Duke artistically questions Katie. She was having lunch with Josh, not her boyfriend, when he flipped out. Josh is the best friend of Tyler who is the boyfriend of Katie. Apparently, Josh is Katie's best friend too. This sounds kinda messed up, like some sort of threesome or something. Tyler is in the hospital paralyzed because of a car accident that he and Katie were involved in.

One would think Duke was the detective, instead of the actual one, sitting there watching me. Nathan is so distracted by me that he can't even do his job. He then yells for an officer to escort the girl out of his office. They usher the girl out and when the cop sees me, she welcomes me-well, Audrey, back. "Oh, I'm not-" Duke cuts me off.

"You know what? We're all very happy. Thank you." Duke thinks that everyone needs to think I am still a cop. My argument that I am not a cop and most of all not Audrey is completely ignored. Using Nathan's quarters, I get a Snickers bar from the vending machine in the break room, mostly ending my hunger. The two men stop talking when I return. They need to work on subtlety. Nice one, boys, nice one. Nathan says he wants to go the hospital to talk to Tyler, Katie's boyfriend. This is perfect. I need to get my head scanned. Maybe they will find that I have a tumor that is making me crazy.

An hour later, the good news is I'm not crazy. The bad news is I'm not crazy. That means this town is crazy.

"Seems like Katie might have some sort of 'black widow' trouble, brainwashing guys into killing themselves." So, they think Katie caused the car accident with Tyler and her, Nathan explains to me after he questioned the boyfriend, Tyler. And there's that word again, troubled. Sounds more like a curse.

"Is everyone in this nut job town troubled?" I ask, in a rather mocking tone.

Both guys look offended, but Nathan responds first, in a disheartened voice. "No, not everyone, but I am. I can't feel...anything...except Audrey. I could feel Audrey."

"That's why you reacted to me the way you did at the station. You can feel my touch. That explains a lot." My voice actually sounds sympathetic. Turning to the man standing beside him, "What about you, Duke? Are you troubled? Do you have a 'sexy' curse?" I twirl my hair, cock my head and look up at him flirtatiously.

"Oh, brother." Nathan turns around to face the other direction with his hands on his hips.

"Heh. Uh, yeah, well, there is that." Duke rubs the back of his neck and smirks. "But my real curse is that if I kill a troubled person, I take away their family curse for good." Duke responds.

"Oh, ok, well then. What do I say to that, except why the hell does anyone who isn't troubled still live here?" Inquiring minds want to know. Ok, so just me wonders this. Before either of them can answer my question, Nathan gets a call that Katie was killed by stepping out in front of a car. The three of us head to the scene.

"Poor girl. Did she do that to herself with her trouble...thing?" I am trying really hard to understand this.

Nathan thinks she's another victim like her boyfriend. I am so confused. I thought she had the trouble...thing. Noticing the walkie I have in my hand, Nathan asks, "Where'd you get that?"

"Oh, some cop gave it to me. Hey, does everyone here think I'm Audrey?"

"We told everyone that you had amnesia and that you thought you were somebody else. And that working would hopefully help you to remember who you really were." Duke explains.

That reminds me, "Guys, there's something I need to tell you." That gets their attention. Both of them look at me intently. "I didn't think it was important at the time, but In your office-," my eyes flip to Nathan. "-I remembered something I don't understand."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Nathan seems angry. Duke just stares.

"I didn't think it was important." I repeat, emphatically. "Anyway, I remember a man telling me I belong in this town."

"What else?" Nathan pushes.

I lower my head and squint up at him in the bright sunshine. "That's it."

Exasperated, Nathan says, "Of course." He sniffs once, throws his hands up and walks away. That went well. Next time I won't say anything.

"What's your-" I begin and at the same time, Duke tries to walk after him.

"Nathan-"

Duke thinks better of it and walks back to me.

"What's his deal? Does he think this is easy for me? I don't remember anything but scattered bits and pieces that make no sense."

"Audrey-" He squeezes his eyes together to mentally correct himself. "Lexie, I'm sorry about him. He's frustrated." I nod. "Do you want to tell me what you remember? Do you have specific details maybe? What he looks like?"

"Oh, um, yeah, I guess. He was blond, blue eyes, maybe a little older than me. Five years, maybe. That's all I can think of at the moment." Why can't Nathan be more like this?

"I know. Thank you...Lexie." My eyes fall to one of his large hands on my upper arms. I smile up at him and stop the urge to swipe away the piece of hair that has fallen in his face.

Again, the three of us head to the station to figure out this trouble. The guys are clueless. It's obvious, at least to me, that Katie and Josh, the kid who slit his throat, were hooking up behind Tyler's back. Must be the bartender knowledge. Maybe this cop thing wasn't all bad. Might even be fun. Except the life I led before, I didn't really like cops. I wasn't bad, they just got in my way.

Once again, we are on our way to the hospital. Nathan discovers the orderly in Tyler's bed, dead. But Tyler's a paraplegic, where could he be? Duke leaves the room to find Tyler's nurse and Nathan and I go over security evidence. The footage reveals that Tyler can possess people by touching objects the other person has touched. Tyler has a seizure every time he posseses someone different, most likely making his body weaker every time. Nathan's cell rings with Duke on the other end. We head upstairs where Duke said a crazy guy in scrubs had chased him. We find Duke outside the morgue where he hits Nathan to distract him. Only it's Tyler in Duke's body. Nathan mentions that Duke gave Tyler a free drink ticket and that is how he is able to possess him. Duke shoves us in a room and locks the door. Great. I gotta get out of this town. Screw that I belong here. If I ever make it out of this room, I am outta this town.

Nathan is driving me nuts trying to beat down the unbudgeable door. I quite enjoy getting under his skin by purposefully mispronouncing his name and then he mentions taking me out for pancakes. Ugh! I hate pancakes, the soggy sponges. Blech! The look he gives me is unnerving, like he's trying to figure out if his precious Audrey will surface. Sorry, Nathan, I have my eye on someone else.

Looking around, I find some tools that I think I can use to pick the lock. Nathan is definitely surprised.

"What? I've picked a lot of handcuffs."

"You been arrested a lot?"

Oh, Wuornos, you just stepped into a trap. I can't resist. "No, had a boyfriend who was really into bondage." I smile a devious smile. He remains unammused. I pick at the lock a little more and feel his eyes on my ass and legs under my short skirt.

"You get a good look?"

His eyes flicker away, clearly irritated. I walk over to where he is and trade out one tool for another. "You know I'm not her, right?"

"Yeah, I do. You're a completely different person and I don't want you. I want you to be Audrey again. Sorry. I know that's a terrible thing to say, that's just how I feel."

I don't even know how to process this. I mean, a part of me doesn't care, but I don't want to alienate someone who is willing to help me. Maybe I need to chuck the attitude and try to be a little nicer. I go back to picking the lock with the different tool and-Voila!-it opens. On our way out of the hospital, we see Jennifer standing outside Duke's truck holding a gun. Duke/Tyler had gone to The Gull and ran into Wade, Duke's brother. He found out that Tyler intends to kill his own weak body to completely take over Duke's healthy body. We have to stop this. And I have just learned from Jennifer that Audrey is immune to the troubles and therefore I am. This is how I help people, well, how Audrey helped people.

With a lot of persuading that I can do this, I eventually convince Nathan I need to go back in by myself because I am immune and am the only one who can't be controlled. I have to get the free drink ticket out of Tyler's hand so he can't control Duke anymore. Ok, I can do this. Simple, right?

For the second time that day, I find myself in the morgue, where Tyler's dying body is located. As I reach for the drink ticket from Tyler's still hand on the gurney, that hand knocks Nathan's gun out of my hand. I hear it skitter across the floor and under something. Great, now what do I do? Turning around, I run into Duke's hard body, only it's not Duke.

Tyler/Duke tells me what I already know, that he plans to kill himself to take Duke's body. I try to talk him out of it and in exchange he threatens my life.

"How well do you really know this guy? I mean, is he really worth dying for?" Hell yes, he is. Out of everyone in this crazy town, he is the one person I have felt a true connection to. Suddenly, I remember what Duke told me at the hospital, about his curse. If he kills a troubled person, it ends the curse. Duke will get his body back. I can't kill Tyler, but Duke can. I step aside.

"I'm sorry, Duke." What follows next is truly terrifying. Duke swings the axe into Tylers body. Then Duke and Tyler appear to both have a seizure, which I mostly expected, but Duke's eyes turn a silvery color. What the hell? And he also doesn't understand completely what is happening and I just don't know what to do, but watch helplessly. Duke falls to the floor when the seizure ends, his eyes back to normal.

"Tyler?" I don't know for sure if it worked.

"Relax, sweetheart. It's me."

"Do you remember anything?"

"Yeah, all of it. It was like I was a fly on my own wall the whole time."

"What just happened? What was going on with your eyes?"

"My family curse. I forgot to mention that if I get the troubled person's blood on my skin, my eyes turn silver and I become super strong."

"How...interesting."

"So, I used to live here. Was I broke or something? I mean, it's nice and all. A little nautical," I say, staring up at the apartment, standing on the deck behind The Gull.

"I'm glad you like it. Audrey liked it, too."

"Is that 'cause you work here?" I ask flirtatiously, twirling a strand of my hair and gesturing to the bar. For the first time, I notice the gray hairs that play at Duke's temples. Sexy.

"Audrey-Lexie - whatever your name is- I own this place. I am- was- your landlord," he replies, seemingly unaffected. Damn, I'll have to try harder. "We were...friends, though."

"Oh? Is that all? Just friends?" I smile a hopeful smile. If they were more than friends, maybe we could have something.

"Yes, just friends." His eyes had been trained on me, until that phrase "just friends". At that, he flicked his eyes away from mine to the ground. There was something he wasn't telling me. I walk closer to him, to view his beautiful, dark, soulful eyes and gauge his reaction.

Narrowing my eyes, "You wished there was more."

"Heh." He crosses his arms, as if to remain closed off.

"I'm right, aren't I? You wished there had been more between you two. So, what was the problem? It obviously wasn't you." Again, trying the flirting angle.

"Look, I don't really want to talk about this." He seems very uncomfortable.

Thinking back to the short conversation that I had with Nathan before he dropped me off here, I say, "Wait, she was in love with Nathan, wasn't she? And you were in love with her. I can see by the look on your face, that's the truth. But Nathan is so...boring, blah." I point at him. "Now you, you peak my interest. Maybe this Audrey version of me was boring too."

"Audrey was many things. Boring was not one of them." He sounds irritated and wistful at the same time, if that's possible. "She was fun and full of life, though she did need to work less and have more fun."

I reach up to gently grab his arm, aim for being my charming self and softly say, "Fun is my middle name, Duke. We can have fun. Let's go have a drink."

Seeming rather put off, he stares off in the distance, perhaps thinking of her. "Maybe some other time."

Dammit! That didn't go as planned. Not only do I find Duke rather beautiful, but he seems interesting and just like a cool person to have a beer with. What did Audrey see in Nathan? Sure he's nice to look at, but he has the personality of a doorknob. Not my type at all, but he was apparently Audrey's.

"Duke, wait." Let's try this from another approach. "I'd like to rent your room above your bar if it's still available."

"It's available." With a cold tone, he responds.

"Duke, I'm sorry about your friend...going away. I really am. But I'd like to be your friend if you'll let me."

"Thanks and we'll see."

That's good enough for me for now.

I actually love pancakes. Lexie is just crazy, in many ways. I haven't decided whether to keep Jennifer in town or to let her go back to Boston. It might be hard to explain things if I don't keep her character. But it might be hard to explain things if I let her go. Just know that her and Duke are most definitely not together. He is reserved for me...er...Lexie...er...Audrey. Please review.