"Rest, now darling, I'll be back in a moment, Aye?"

Killian smiled at her reassuringly and followed Dr. Whale out of the room, closing the door behind them.

Haven watched the two men leave the room. She waited a beat after the door was shut tight and she was sure she was alone, before she brought her hand to her forehead and closed her eyes.

The familiar blue light emanated from her hand. The mild throbbing in her head lessened until it disappeared. She then began picturing the blue light traveling throughout her., focusing on her back, shoulder, and hip where she had landed on the ground. The soreness in her body subsided and the light in her palm light faded.

Haven sighed in relief, her thoughts now felt clear and her body felt stronger.

Well, that's one problem solved. She thought wryly, and sat up in the bed, crossing her legs.

Haven assed herself then, like her family taught her.

"If you ever find yourself alone or in danger, stay calm and assess the situation."

Obviously, she was in the hospital. She wasn't locked up and she had the damn IV out of her arm, thank the Heavens. The paramedics had left her clothing on her in lieu of a hospital gown, so she didn't have to waste time looking for them. Angling her head around the room, she noticed her blue coat was laying on the back of a chair. Her jewelry was all there, so no sticky fingers to hunt down and break. She was no longer in any pain and she was safe enough for the time being. She could easily find food or water if she needed it.

Okay situation assessed. Now then, where the hell had that stupid green portal brought her to?

She was in Storybrooke, that much was obvious. But things were just...off.

She had acted on her feet and faked memory loss. That wasn't a complete lie, she wasn't exactly sure what had happened in the magical aftershock of the accident. She vaguely remembered the bright, swirling, portal and hearing Hope screaming. The next thing she knew she was in that damn hospital bed. With Killian Jones staring at her.

It was the weirdest sensation looking at Killian Jones and him not knowing who she was.

A curse hadn't been cast, nor had a wish been made. It was definitely some sort of portal.

Haven had read enough comics to understand the concept of multiverses, was that where she was? Some parallel universe?

There was a copy of the Storybrooke Mirror sitting on the chair Killian had been sitting on. Haven held out her hand and in poof of royal blue smoke, the paper was now in her hand.

Haven scanned the paper for any information. The headlines were the same kind of small-town slop it always was...

Her eyes widened when she saw he date written in black and white: April 7, 2018.

2018

Bloody hell.

Bloody buggering hell!

What was she going to do now?

"Oh bollocks." She hissed. Her head spinning with the weight of the information. Haven was thankful she was in bed, as she slumped back onto the pillow. It could ruin everything she had ever known! A total butterfly effect thing could happen if she did anything wrong.

What the actual hell was she supposed to do with him watching her every move? She couldn't very well outright lie to him. That never worked.

That hadn't worked when she said the academic award she got at school was no big deal and he showed up to the ceremony anyway.

It hadn't worked when she claimed had no idea how the fake snake got into Neal's lunchbox after he had made Robyn cry.

It certainly hadn't worked when she snuck out with Colette to cross town lines to go to the midnight premier of the new Black Widow movie.

Whatever though. Memory loss was a common enough occurrence in Storybrooke, and given her very real head injury, it was certainly more than believable. And since she wasn't exactly sure what was going on, it would be normal for her to ask weird questions. Like what year is it or who is president.

She couldn't sneak out, not with the Deputy right outside. If she even got away, she couldn't get far before he caught up with her. Who knew where the bug was. It may be with her mom.

Where the Hell was her mom anyway?

The door opened and interrupted her thoughts. The two men walked back into the room.

Killian, killian, Haven reminded herself. You have to call him Killian.

"Well Haven, you seem to be okay to go. I wrote you a mild painkiller, if you should need it. You can fill it at the hospital pharmacy downstairs. I also want you to stay off your electronics for the time being. Make sure you get lots of rest. If you feel faint or dizzy, I want you to lie down and have Deputy Jones call me immediately."

Dr. Whale made his exit leaving her alone with the pirate.

Killian turned to the teen, "How are you feeling there, love? Are you in pain?"

Haven shook her head.

Killian was silent for a beat and then leveled his gaze at her, "Since I am the Acting Sheriff, and you are a minor, you're being released into my temporary custody until we can locate your family."

Haven clenched her jaw a bit. What did that mean? Was he going to lock her in the cells at the station?

"What exactly does that mean?" She asked, he voice edged with a bit of steel as she met his blue eyes.

He smirked at her then. "Well, the first thing is lunch. You look like you haven't eaten in a week and I'm famished. The food here is not fit for human consumption. After that, we will go to Doc and get your medicine that Whale ordered."

Haven relaxed a bit at that. Lunch meant Granny's. She could handle Granny's. Maybe she could slip out of the back door and run before she messed up her whole future.

Killian grabbed her royal blue pea coat that was resting on the side chair, and helped her into it. He waited until she was situated before he lead her out into the hallway.

"I am afraid we must walk." He told her. "I don't drive."

"Oh, no problem." Haven responded.

Killian opened the door for Haven and the two set out into the cold air. The sun which had been so bright was now obscured by clouds.

The walked in silence for a while before Haven spoke.

"So you said you're the Acting Sheriff?" She started cautiously. "Does that mean there is more than one Sheriff? Who else is the Sheriff?"

"That would be my wife. She is indisposed at the time being."

Haven's heart did something funny in her chest. "Indisposed? Is she okay?" Haven asked, trying to sound as casual as possible as her voice hitched up an octave.

Killian glanced at her sideways, "Aye, she is fine. She is just out of town with our son."

Some of the tension in her chest lessened then. "Oh, okay." Duh. If anything was wrong with Emma, her husband wouldn't be casually going about his day.

Haven stuffed her hands in her coat pockets, and found her gloves, but not her cell phone.

"Um, D- Deputy?"

"Aye?"

"You didn't happen to see my cell phone when you found me?"

"I am afraid I didn't, lass." After lunch, we can go back and see if it is there."

Damn, she could have tried to text someone. Sneaking away was looking like her best bet.

Maybe she could run to Colette's family store and convince Gold to help her get home.

They arrived at Granny's, and as Killian opened the door and they stepped inside from the chill. Looking around Haven noticed that the diner looked almost exactly the same as Haven always had known it.

For some reason, that was really comforting.

Killian pulled out a chair and exchanged a look with Granny who nodded in acknowledgement. He seated on the other side of the table across from Haven.

Granny appeared with two cups of hot cocoa.

"Captain, you're late." Granny cajoled.

"My apologies, milady, I was occupied with my fair companion, here."

"Oh and who might you be?" Granny scrutinized the child over her glasses.

Haven must have looked panicked at the question, because Killian intercepted on her behalf, "Just helping me out for the afternoon." He said smoothly as he flashed Granny a brilliant smile. "Thought I'd treat her to a real Storybrooke meal."

"What'll ya have then?"

"The usual for me, milady." Hook looked at Haven then, "and you lass?"

"Uh, grilled cheese and fries please? And could I trouble you for a side of ranch dressing?"

Granny smiled at them and left.

"So how is your head feeling lass? Can you remember more about what happened?"

Haven blew on her cocoa to cool it, while relishing the feel of the warm ceramic in her cold hands. She never quite acquired the same taste for cinnamon in her drink as other family members, only adding the spice occasionally.

"Well, not much really. Everything is fuzzy." She said truthfully, taking a small sip of the chocolate. "I remember a light, and screaming and then next thing I was in the hospital."

Killian nodded absorbing the info before he spoke again.

"Haven, I know I just met you, but I want you know that I am here to help you.I need you to be honest with me lass. Are you in danger? is someone after you?"

"No, no one is chasing me. I got here by accident."

Killian's phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out and looked at the screen.

"Excuse me a moment ,lass." Killian got up and strode away, leaving Haven at the table.

Haven's heart sped up as she set her cocoa down. Now was her chance. Haven glanced once at the front window where Killian was now standing, his back to her while he spoke on the phone.

Haven slipped away from the table and made her way to the back door.