Author's Note: AU Season three - definitely a work in progress, fair warning. Mature rating will likely become more relevant later on. I frelling hate the formatting restrictions here - so it will be broken up into a lot of little chapters that may or may not be real story beats.

Contains original character along with Haven familiars. Love her or hate her, feel free to review. ;-) Audrey is still missing, people are hurting, Troubles continue. Fear not, Audrey will return.

So - the timeline of the show is confusing. They seem to think it is 2010 still, where the break between season 1 & 2 didn't happen. Time passes differently in Haven than for us on the outside. I can accept that. But let's say that, for season three, two years have passed and it is summer 2012.

Audrey was abducted two years ago...

Chapter One - Fourteen Dollars

Fourteen dollars.

She counted it out and stuffed it back in the pocket of her jeans. Dana had exactly fourteen dollars to her name. That bastard Corey had taken everything else – her makeup, her one change of jeans, even her frelling phone. All of it packed in the saddlebags of the BMW, leaving her with the 500cc Suzuki, twenty years old and a permanently choked carb.

And, no doubt, helmet hair.

Dana kicked the bike's tire. It wasn't the bike's fault. It had over three hundred thousand miles on it, rebuilt four times – twice by her father, twice by Dana herself. Of the two bikes she almost… no, screw that. Sentimental value was one thing, and she more than appreciated her father's single legacy to her, but GTL was six cylinders and 1600cc of sleek luxury. Bit of a road hog, but by the end of the day she felt like she'd ridden six hours of foreplay. Whereas the Suzuki's vibrating front suspension numbed her wrists and made her tailbone ache.

And, technically, it belonged to Corey – despite the way he'd let her ride it, more on than off, for as long as they rode together. Almost fifteen years her senior, they made a bit of an odd couple – he a college professor on sabbatical and she… a student of the world. She liked his bike; he kept her like some rare species of wildlife he needed to study. An exotic pet. Thus the explanation for why all her stuff was in his bike. She wasn't even that upset that he'd left her behind. They'd barely spoken between here and Moncton and the hours long delay at the border – his two marijuana joints to blame – was just the last straw.

So, she was dumped, in Maine, with fourteen dollars to her name.

The helmet hair was more of a problem. A girl had to do what a girl had to do, and she couldn't do that with hair that was stringy and flat.

Dana tucked the helmet onto the handles. She wasn't going to carry it into the bar. The leather jacket was bad enough, especially in a tourist trap place like this one looked like, but attitude was the secret to carrying that off.

Actually, once inside, she revised her estimation of the place up several notches. Good atmosphere, not overdosed on the nautical kitsch despite the location and nautical name. The oil in the fryer was fresh. She could smell old fat from forty paces after years in waitressing. Good mix of locals and tourists too. If the locals came, the food had to be decent, and the prices reasonable.

Dana slipped down the way to the ladies, escaping a hostess headed her way – actually the hostess stopped in her tracks at the sight of her. Maybe the helmet hair and the leather was too much after all. It didn't look like a fancy dress place, but snooty eateries popped up in all kinds of out of the way places. Maybe even little Haven, Maine.