*This story is dedicated to Falling Right Side-Up*

One Thing

AvalonReeseFanFics

A/N: Hello My wonderful Readers and Merry Christmas! As you guys can see I've got another stringaverse story here. This one is going to be around 30 chapters, so again, not that long and it's going to focus more around Rowan and Wo Fat because she has met him first! Just so you know, as the story goes on, I'm going to be changing a lot and heavily messing up the time line. Season 2 has been dissected and is all over the place, a lot of things are going to be out of order. Sorry for the confusion. The prologue is relatively short but the next chapter, which is hella exciting, is a lot longer. So please enjoy this new story and I'll see you guys next Friday!

Prologue

Wo Fat had been smoking.

He kept saying he'd give it up, but then he'd get annoyed, or stressed, and he'd end up buying another pack and going through it in a few days.

This was another one of those times.

Setting up the route in Victoria, B.C. was supposed to be his crowning achievement. To be running drugs and guns right under the Canadian Navy's noses, just like he was doing to the US Navy in Hawaii, would have been one of his greater achievements.

He had taken up residence in a port closer to Vancouver, simply because it was easier to go back and forth, he was trying to not get caught after all.

The problem was all the Canadian criminals were either too nice or just plain hunting hicks who spent more time shooting at each other and cops to really be organized in anyway. It also made it hard for him to manage them because they were basically getting shot, or getting arrested every five fucking seconds.

That afternoon, he had found out that a shipment, that was supposed to arrive two weeks ago would be coming in, in a few short hours. This was a problem because the last person he had working with him, who had set up the date of this shipment, and got it fucking wrong, had been arrested not long after that fuck up. Wo Fat was very certain that the man had snitched.

That meant he had to actually request that the shipment be moved, again, to a different port. One actually on Victoria. A small little wharf, as far away from the Naval base as he could get. The shipment had been taken off of the steamer he had it on originally and then put it onto a personal ship. He hated doing that. It meant he'd have to pull in a middleman of sorts. He barely trusted who he had working for him at that moment, now he was going to have to trust a random man that they promised him up and down would be good?

And that right there was why he was smoking. After this, he was going to go back to Japan, the Yakuza never did this shit to him. And if they did, he had bosses he could report them to. Or he could get permission to just kill them himself.

He was actually contemplating that. He had been forced to the kill the person who had fucked up this shipment. But maybe, maybe he'd need to irradicate the whole team he had at that moment.

He was daydreaming about how he'd do it when he heard it.

The screaming.

Feminine but far off.

Wo Fat threw the cigarette away and looked around. Was there someone sprinting towards him screaming?

That was stupid if they were. If they were trying to avoid something, they shouldn't have been screaming at all.

But the screaming didn't stop, it got louder.

He pulled out his gun.

He kept scanning the area, past the small boats and the little cottages half hidden in the forest trees. All of which, he had been promised would be empty this time a day. Less witnesses.

Except for the screaming which was… coming from above him?

He looked up in time to see something falling and then land in the water behind him. The subsequent splash got his suit wet. He was immediately looking for the plane this girl could have fallen out of but there wasn't a single plane in the sky.

He looked down to the rippling water and slowly put his gun away. Well, whoever it was was dead. There was no way for them to have survived that fall, or the hit on the water, and even if they did the water was deep, but not that deep, so they'd've hit the bottom.

Which meant he was going to have to get someone to take the body and put it elsewhere so his shipment wasn't disturbed.

He turned around again and heard the splash of something breaking the surface and then a string of wet hacking coughs.

"Holy… What the hell just happened?"

She had survived?!

Taking half a step forward he found that he was looking at a little girl. Okay, maybe not little but a lot younger than him.

She had this garish red and blonde hair color, and probably shoulder length hair he'd guess, seeing as it was pretty long and up in a high pony tail at the moment. She whirled around, spotted the pier and then turned her eyes up to him, squinted against the sunlight.

"Hey… did you see what happened?"

She fell out of the sky that's what happened. He glanced back to the sky and then down to her. "You uh… you fell."

"Well no shit," she grumbled and then looked around. "Kay so I'm at Ogden Point… so… I guess they drove the van and dropped me in the water. I mean kind of shit they didn't stick around… I know he's mad at me…"

She had people in her life that would put her in a van and drop her in the ocean? And she could sleep through it? What… who the hell was this girl?

"You didn't see a van, did you?"

"There wasn't a van, you fell. Out of the sky."

The girl stared at him for a second looked up and then around again and then blew a raspberry at him. "No, I didn't."

Okay so she was in denial, common symptom in survivors of traumatic events. He should get rid of the girl, walk away before she committed him to memory.

Instead he said: "Maybe you should get out of the water before a shark gets you."

Another raspberry was blown at him. "There are no sharks in Victoria, just sea lions and orcas."

"Both of which I'm not have nasty streaks, now, can you get out of the water or not?"

He couldn't see the eye roll but he knew it was there, but the girl swam towards the ladder he had been sitting beside and climbed out.

She was in nothing but a black tank top and a pair of pink lacy short-shorts. Clearly Pjs.

Irrationally he wished he was still wearing his blazer, but it had been hot and he had taken it off and left it in the car. Though why he wanted to drape it over her shoulders was a mystery to him.

The problem was the second she was out of the water she recognized him and Wo Fat froze for two reasons.

For starters this girl had the bluest eyes he had ever seen, like the kind of blue you only got through contacts or special effects and filters in movies. And secondly she knew who he was. She just didn't have his name right.

"Oh wow. You're Mark Dacs… Dacasaco… Dasca… look I'm sorry I can't ever get your name right, how do I say it?"

See, his name wasn't Mark Dacs or Dacasaco or Dasca or whatever other version of that name she was trying to say, so he couldn't answer that question. But she seemed to know him by the look of him and that was weird because he would have never forgotten her.

She hugged her arms around her middle clearly cold in her skimpy wet outfit and now he doubly wished for his blazer.

"How do you know me?" he asked.

"You play Wo Fat," she said and something in his stomach tightened. What? He played Wo Fat? What the fuck was this girl talking about?

She took in his dark glare and said: "You know… on Hawaii Five-0? You are Mark Dacacaso, aren't you? I swear that's not right either."

She glanced down to her bare feet and while she was distracted, he pulled out his gun to point at her. Normally he'd just shoot but something was stopping him. For some reason he didn't want to hurt this girl and that was nonsense because he was merciless, always had been. There was no reason for him to stop being like that.

She turned those big blue eyes back up to him, they focused in on the gun and then back to him, hurt confusion clearly reflected back at him. And for the first time he felt uncomfortable under that kind of gaze.

"What are you doing?" she asked. "It's not even real…"

He aimed away from her and fired, the silencer taking the loudness of the bang away but the wood of the dock flew up from the bullet passing through.

She stumbled away from him as the gun leveled once more with her chest.

"What the hell… who are you?"

"I am who you said I am. I'm Wo Fat," he said though why he did that when he wanted a low profile was also a mystery to him.

"You can't be!" she cried. "Wo Fat's a fictional character from a TV show…"

"This is not a TV show and I am clearly not fictional…"

"So what? I jumped into Hawaii Five-0? Why are you even here, aren't you supposed to be in Hawaii fighting Steven McGarrett?"

His eyes widened at that. She knew the McGarretts?

"How do you know McGarrett? What do you know of Shelburne!" he cried.

"You mean Doris?" she asked and his eyes widened even further, he took a step forward. He couldn't let this girl leave, not if she knew who Doris was.

"What do you know about her," he repeated and the girl whimpered. She was clearly very confused, she wasn't wrapping her head around this being real for some reason she was still stuck on the TV show thing.

PTSD did stuff like this, created alternate lines in a person's head. That must have already started, or she was just crazy.

Didn't explain how she knew him and the McGarretts or Shelburne though.

"What is happening?" she hissed. He didn't have time for this. He'd have to take her somewhere, somewhere remote and get it out of her by any means necessary.

There came the blare of a horn. That was the signal. That was his shipment coming in. He turned towards the noise and the girl took advantage of his distraction, pushing him straight into the water she had fallen into. By the time he resurfaced the girl was gone, having disappeared into the residential area.

He wasn't worried though. Girl like that, she'd stand out. It was a small island he was confident that he'd find her again. He'd make her tell him all she knew about Shelburne.

And then he'd silence her.