A/N: I never thought I'd be writing for this fandom ever again. But I've been sitting on this story for some time, and wanted to see if anyone liked the beginning. There will be no pairings in this story apart from some of the canon ones.

edit: Arpril. 9th 2017 / Fixed more spelling mistakes, and added some details crucial to the plot.

Chapter One

She woke up to a drop of water hitting her nose. She moved as if to roll over in her bed, when her hand touched something wet. In fact, her whole bedroom seemed somehow... moist.

She sat up and her eyes flew open, only to widen at the sight. She had been lying next to a road in the middle of nowhere. The only thing the eye could see were pine trees and a small, lonely road that went on forever. What the hell was going on?

She got up and stretched her aching muscles. Ugh, her back was a mess.

Taking in the situation, she decided to check what belongings she had on her. Well, she had her clothes and a mobile phone in her pocket. She found her small leather bag lying near to her on the ground. It contained her wallet, some meds, a bottle of water, a single energy bar and for some reason, her passport. So maybe she hadn't been mugged at least.

She tried the mobile, but there was no reception.

"Of course," she muttered. After standing there for a minute or so, she decided she didn't really have any other options than just walk aimlessly until she came across a person and could ask for help.

After what felt like hours, she could first hear a car driving towards her.

As it came closer, she realised it was a police car. And it looked pretty American to her.

"What in the name of..."

The car stopped a few meters away from her and a man dressed in a sheriff's uniform stepped out.

"Good day. Where are you headed, miss?" the man asked.

After staring at him for a moment, she blinked and coughed to clear her throat. "Yeah, about that..." She shrugged. "I have absolutely no idea. I just woke up next to this road."

The man frowned, concerned. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah, just a bit shaken. If you could give me a ride to the nearest civilisation I'd appreciate it."

"Of course," the sheriff nodded. "Why don't I take you to the station so you can fill in a report and we'll contact your family."

She nodded stiffly and walked towards the car. It had seen better days, but it was obviously a police car. A real one.

As she closed the front door and the cop had sat on the drivers seat, she turned to him. "I've just got one question... Are we in USA?"

The man's eyebrows rose up and his moustache twitched. "Yes, of course. Why?"

"It's just that... I live in Finland." She got a blank look for that, so she decided to elaborate. "In Europe."

"Oh."

As it turns out, she'd been walking away from the civilisation. It was only a half an hour trip to the nearest town, or maybe a city (it was hard to tell). Thanks to her bad luck, she'd probably been almost in town when she had decided to start walking in the wrong direction.

They arrived at the small police station. For such a small town, the building was cramped full of people and everyone seemed to be bustling about. A few officers nodded at them, but left them to their own devices.

"You just fill in your contact details and I'll get you a cup of coffee in the mean time. Milk or sugar?" her middle aged saviour asked.

"Just sugar, thanks." She looked at the form and filled in whatever she could. Since the sheriff hadn't returned yet, she took out her phone and tried to call again. No service.

"You reach anyone?" Sheriff Swan asked, noticing the phone in her hand.

"Nope," she said and looked up. "No service. Figures."

"Would you like to try our land line?"

"Yes, please."

She tried calling her parent's number, with the international code for Finland of course. Then she tried her friends. She ended up trying most of the numbers on her list of contacts, but none of the numbers even gave her a dial tone. It was like all of them were disconnected at the same time. When she'd spent a better part of the hour trying to call someone, anyone, the Sheriff grabbed her hand before she could start dialing another number.

"It doesn't seem like any of your numbers are working," he said, his moustache twitching as he tried to smile at her and keep up a positive attitude. "How about we try again tomorrow after you've had some rest?"

She looked at him, then down at the phone. "Okay, Sheriff Swan," she agreed, trying to stop the foreboding feeling of wrongness that was currently clawing up its way in her throat.

"Chief, actually," the man corrected absentmindedly. "Do you have any money with you? There is a motel just down the road."

She frowned. "I only have euros in cash, and not much more on my account," she said, thinking of the measly 10 euros she had in her purse, and another 20 in her bank. She was just two days away from her next paycheck. "Can't I just bunk in one of your cells or whatever?"

Chief Swan shifted his weight awkwardly, and glanced around. A policewoman who was working on some paperwork looked up at the two of them, her face full of pity.

"Look—," Chief Swan started, and stole a glance at the form the girl had just filled, "—Hannah, my daughter lives in another state, and her room is free at the moment. I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you borrowed it for just one night, considering your situation."

Hanna frowned, both at the slightly wrong pronunciation of her name and at the sheriff's offer. It was awful nice of him, but there was something about the situation that didn't feel right. Not to mention the fact that it looked like someone had either kidnapped her and flown her to USA, or she was currently having a way too realistic dream.

But she was in another country, without any actual cash, and no roof on top of her head.

"Are you sure you don't mind..?"

The ride to Chief Swan's house had to wait until later that evening. She'd gotten the full service at the station, coffee and doughnuts (which made her laugh for the first time that day) while she was waiting for him. She'd had to provide a copy of her driver's licence for the report, but since the station had a copier, that hadn't taken very long.

"I really appreciate this," Hanna said as she followed Chief Swan inside the red wooden house, "I don't know what I would have done without your offer."

Chief Swan turned on the lights, and bustled around the living room, picking things up, "It's no problem, really, sorry it's a bit messy in here, I haven't had visitors in a while..."

"Believe me, my apartment is way worse," she said and smiled. "But you have to allow me to make dinner, since you're paying for it."

She cooked some cheesy pasta, and the two of them tucked in heartily.

"It's good," Chief Swan said.

"Thanks," Hanna answered, absently. "You know Chief Swan, I never realised to ask, what state and town are we in?"

"Forks, Washington," he answered. "And please call me Charlie."

Hanna blinked. "Huh, really?" she asked. "That's a coincidence."

Charlie raised an eyebrow. "How so?"

"There was this book I used to read, years ago," Hanna said. "Most of the events happened in Forks, Washington. There was even a chief of police called Swan," she continued.

"That's hell of a coincidence," Charlie said and laughed.

Hanna chuckled, but the hair on the back of her neck were standing up. "Yeah. But as long as you don't tell me there's a family called the Cullens living here, I think that's where the similarities end."

Charlie stopped laughing, and the smile fell of her face. He frowned. "The Cullens?"

"That's what they were called," she said slowly. "Please tell me you're frowning because it's a weird surname, and not because you know someone by that name."

Charlie was eyeing her strangely now. "There's a family by that name that lives here. A couple and five adopted kids."

She forced a laugh. "Maybe they moved here because of the book?" she said. "That's kind of funny actually."

Charlie looked at her for a minute, then smiled and the tension was gone. "Yeah, that must be it. People sometimes do weird things when it comes to their favourite books and movies."

They spent the rest of the dinner in silence, and afterwards it was late enough that Charlie showed her upstairs. There was a room with an adjacent bathroom, and it obviously belonged to a girl. The walls were painted purple. In the corner of the tiny room, an ancient computer display was sitting on a wooden desk.

"Well, this is where you'll be sleeping," Charlie said, lowering the pile of bedclothes on a chair. "The bathroom is just through that door, and I'll be downstairs if you need anything."

"Sure, thanks Charlie," Hanna smiled.

Just as Charlie was about to leave, Hanna stopped him.

"Chief Swan... I was wondering. What is your daughter's name?"

Charlie smiled at him. "Her name is Isabella," he said. Hanna couldn't get her mouth to open in order to react in time, so Charlie called goodnight and closed the door.

As you might guess, she didn't get a wink of sleep that night.