Note: Hi. Well, like many Haven fans, I was upset they gave Duke that ending, so like any other writer, I going to do it my way.

Thanks to TRDowden1 for helping me with this story!

I do not own the characters of Haven, the people who created them do. I only own the characters I created.

Like episodes of Haven, chapters will contain Stephen King references.

You know, I really do think they could have easily defeated Croatoan by just stealing his toupee.

Rewrite Reincarnation

Ch. 1: A Story about a Boy

. . . He loved the ocean . . .

. . . He found out his terrible burden . . .

. . . He ran after her . . .

. . . He found love . . .

. . . He was a catalyst . . .

Todd Beale-Grant woke up, trying to recall his dream. Days ago, he started having dreams of a man, who lived on the ocean, and those dreams had been happening ever single night since then. Todd didn't mind them though; he liked to write about his dreams and make them into stories, and writing was one of his favorite hobbies.

After Todd got up and dressed, he headed for the kitchen to find his mom and dad already there.

"Morning, Todd," his dad, Patton, greeted.

"Morning, sweetie," his mom, Ida, said. "Are eggs okay for breakfast?"

Todd nodded and got himself some milk as Ida cooked and Patton read the newspaper. As Todd waited for breakfast, he got a text from one of his friends.

"Hey, Mom, Samiir says his mom is cool on having us meet at his house for a study group," Todd said, looking up from his phone.

"How long will it be?" Ida asked. "I was planning on shopping this afternoon."

"And I still have that meeting," Patton added.

"Samiir doesn't live far from us; I can skate home," Todd said, quickly glancing at his skateboard.

"Okay, just be careful," Ida said.

"Mom . . ."

"I won't be doing a job as a mother if I don't fuss and worry," Ida said.

"Ever when I'm 30?" Todd asked, then he got an idea and immediately got out his notebook and jotted it down.

"Even when—" Ida said as she turned around to serve everyone breakfast, but saw Todd writing. "Todd, I told you: no writing during meals."

"Sorry," Todd apologized as he put away his notebook while Ida put down the plates and they began to eat.

"So . . . Todd," Patton said. "Are you having more of those dreams about . . . who again?"

"Dirk the pirate," Todd said after he ate. "Yeah . . . the dreams are weird, but . . . I have fun writing about them…"

"Did, uh, Dirk and his friends able to help his mystic friend?" Ida asked.

"Yeah, Agnes remembers who she is now," Todd said. His Mom seemed to be the only one in their house who was interested in his stories. "So Noel is really happy."

"Well, that's good," Ida said and drank her coffee. "It's too bad Dirk doesn't have a girlfriend like Noel."

"He will soon," Todd said. "Her name is Jewel, she's a good witch."

"That sounds nice," Ida said and the family continued eating.

When breakfast and dishes were done, Todd left to brush his teeth. He then remembered he forgot to pack his favorite notebook. He went to his room and found the right one, the one with photos of foxes on the cover. He was just about to place it in his backpack, when he overheard his parents talking.

"You really think he should see a doctor?" Patton asked. Todd hid himself behind a wall.

"It's been almost a month of the same dreams," Ida said. "I've never heard of anything like that."

"That's because we're not doctors," Patton said, and Ida softly chuckled. "Look, we'll make some calls before we make an appointment."

"Okay. I hope someone heard something like this before," Ida said. "What if it's some unusual form of trauma caused by—"

"Ida, please relax," Patton said.

Todd sighed. Patton and Ida weren't truly his parents, they were his adopted parents. One might not think that when first meeting the Grants, however on closer inspection it became clear because Todd's hair and eyes were a darker shade of brown than the adults; almost black. His birth parents died during an armed robbery when he was three, and he survived the shootout, even though he had no memory of the event. Later that year, the Grants adopted him and raised him as their own, and even incorporated his last name into theirs. They told him the truth when they felt he was ready, and he loved the Grants, like they were his real parents. The Grants were good parents, firm, but full of love. However, he had overheard Ida worry about that the trauma would somehow manifest later in Todd's life and how it might affect him. Todd felt fine, but deep down, he was worried that Ida might be right.

Ida calling for him broke Todd from his thoughts, and he got ready for school.

During lunch, Todd read his latest tale of Dirk the pirate to his friends: Samiir, Dominic, and Bridget.

"So what do you think?" Todd asked when he was done.

"I like it," Bridget said, smiling.

"Thanks," Todd said, smiling back, trying to hide his blush.

"So what happens next?" Dominic asked. "Does the wizard, Willard, return?"

"Dude, there's no way he can come back! He's stuck in the Abyss!" Samiir said.

"Well . . . I haven't gotten that far . . . yet . . ." Todd said. The truth is that his dreams did show him what happened next, but the dreams had become . . . really confusing . . . and he didn't know how to write about them . . . but still, somehow he was going to write about where Dirk and Noel switched bodies.

"I think Dirk and Jewel should go on a trip, sailing around the world," Bridget said, then smiled again. "Maybe they can meet merepeople!"

"Well, Dirk did . . . kind of . . ." Todd said.

"No, I mean real merepeople," Bridget said, still smiling. "You know, with fins."

"Oh, yeah . . . that does sound like a good idea . . . I'll make a note," Todd said and wrote it down.

"I have to get ready for class; see you after school!" Bridget said as she got up and walked across the courtyard. Todd watched her leave.

"So . . . when are you going to tell her?" Dominic asked, getting Todd's attention.

"Tell who what?" Todd asked, confused.

"Tell Bridget that you like her," Dominic said, smirking and Samiir joined him.

"When you tell your crushes how you feel," Todd shot back, then looked back at Bridget again. He had to admit she was pretty, with her brown hair that went passed her shoulders, her brown eyes full of energy, and how she looked when her cheeks turned pinked against her fair skin when she laughed, but it was more than that. Bridget was confident and wasn't afraid to speak her mind and he found that . . . cool.

"How about you ask her to the Harvest Moon Dance?" Samiir suggested, making Todd look at him.

"And have you two laugh at me dancing? No thanks!" Todd answered. "Besides, if she liked me, she would ask me out already."

"Hey, I'm just trying to help," Samiir said. "I was just thinking you should ask her out before Caesar does."

Todd then noticed Bridget was stopped by Caesar Scanlon. Caesar wasn't a bully, he was just . . . really annoying and obnoxious. Caesar had the ego the same size of the Roman Emperor he was named after. He reminded Todd of rich snobs who robbed people of their life savings.

"Bridget would never date him," Todd said, smiling to himself when he saw Bridget turn Caesar down.

"She may change her mind," Dominic said.

"Whatever," Todd responded and the bell rang, and the boys left to their classes.

After school, Todd and his friends meet at Samiir's house to study and he was glad no one brought up the Harvest Moon Dance again. As he skated home, he stopped at Mr. Tremayne's house, when he saw it toileted papered, and helped him clean up. When he got home, Todd finished his homework, had dinner and dessert, then got ready for bed. Then the dreams began . . .

. . . He was being used, he begged them to end him . . . his wish was granted . . . the last thing he saw was a maze-like pattern in a spiral . . .

Todd sat up in bed as he woke up panting. That was definably bizarre . . .

'Where am I?'

Todd froze; the voice . . . he heard in his head?

'What's wrong with my body?'

Todd's eyes grew wide. Were his parents right: the trauma was now affecting him to the point that he was hearing voices? He was so worried, Todd wasn't even aware that his body got up and began walking around. When Todd finally noticed, he tried to stop his body, but he couldn't. Great, now he's suffering from a weird form of sleepwalking as well.

'Got to . . . find out . . . where I am . . .'

"Um, voice inside my head? Could you please leave me alone? You can come back when I graduate from college," Todd asked in a soft voice, trying not to wake his parents, as his body entered the bathroom.

'Who is this? Wait, why did you call me—' the voice stopped when Todd turned on the light and saw his reflection.

Only it wasn't his reflection staring back at him; it was a grown man. He was tall and slim with a muscular build and had short dark hair and brown eyes with a Roman nose and a goatee.

Todd's response was to scream as he backed up until he tripped and landed on the floor.