Haven Parker honestly thought that her Troubles were over. At least where the universe jumping was concerned, anyway. However, it seemed the Author had other ideas in mind and wasn't done with her yet because one moment Haven Parker was walking down the streets of Haven, Maine and the next she was somewhere else entirely...

"Haven? Earth to Haven," those words resonated with her but with the pounding in her skull she didn't give much of a reply.

"Dorothy Gale calling Haven Gale, can you read me?" Dorothy took her hand off the wheel of her truck for a moment to snap her fingers to get her sister's attention. "Hey, are you alright?"

Haven moved her head away from the window with a groan. She was still processing the words she heard along with everything else. As if on auto-pilot, Haven pulled down the visor and looked in the mirror. When she saw her reflection she just about had a heart attack. The only thing Haven recognized about herself was her eyes. Everything else was different. Her complexion, her face, her hair, everything and she was starting to freak out a bit because of it. "This isn't right."

"Hey, you're the one who agreed to come with me. Storm or not." Dorothy looked out the window to get a better view of the oncoming storm before taking a glace at her sister. "Haven, what's going on with you? As soon as we got into the car you passed out."

"I – I need to get home," Haven stammered in reply. "This isn't right, I'm not supposed to be here." She turned to face the woman beside her and suddenly her head was filled with everything about herself in this universe: Haven Gale, adopted sister to Dorothy Gale, resident of Lucas, Kansas, etc, etc, etc. It was like Beacon Hills all over again only this time she remembered her true self – Haven Parker – as well. Her lives, her memories were blending with one another. Haven wasn't sure what was worse, that she was stuck in another story's universe or that aside from the fact that the names matched characters from the Wizard of Oz, so far...nothing else did.

"We're almost at my birth mother's," Dorothy replied. "Then I'll take you home and please don't say you're not supposed to be here. I could use the support."

Haven looked out the truck's window and instantly recognized the tornado weather. "I'm so not in Maine anymore."

Dorothy looked at her oddly out of the corner of her eye. "What was that?"

Haven didn't know what else to do besides rip off the band-aid. If nothing else she hoped that it'd bug the Author enough to end the story early and send her home. "Okay, Dorothy, you have got to listen to me. This...this isn't my world. I've said it before and I'm saying it again...I'm not supposed to be here. I'm Haven Parker from Haven, Maine and this is not my world."

Dorothy sighed heavily. "Please tell me you didn't take any of Aunt Em's pills."

"What?! Of course not." Haven put her face into her hands and groaned. "Dorothy, please listen to me!"

"I'm not going to listen to you when you're not making any sense," Dorothy was calm with her words. "When we get home we'll talk to Aunt Em and we'll figure this out, okay?"

"I'm not crazy. This version of me hasn't been for a long time." Okay, even Haven knew how insane that sounded.

"Like I said, we'll discuss this when we get home." Dorothy was always worried that her sister would relapse and have to go back to the institution but for years she's been great. With this outburst now though...she was worried.

"If things are going to happen the way I think they are, we won't be going home for awhile." When Dorothy parked the truck outside the trailer, Haven shot out her hand to stop her. "Dorothy, please listen to me. We're going to get sucked up in the twister and get taken someplace else with singing...little people who grow out of flowers, and pink witches who float around in bubbles."

Dorothy patted her sister's hand tenderly. "We'll get you help, Haven. I promise." Without another word, she went out into the storm to the trailer to check on her birth mother.

"I'm not making this up and I'm not crazy!" Haven shouted as she grabbed her bag and followed after Dorothy into the trailer. When she got there, she saw signs of a struggle, a long trail of blood, and her sister standing over a dead guy's body – a dead cop's body. "Oh my god...wait...where's Karen?" Karen being Dorothy's birth mother.

Dorothy had no idea how to answer that but intended to find out so she darted out of the trailer and back into the storm.

"Why, Author? Why?!" Haven shouted to he ceiling as she pointed above her. "I know you know what I'm saying because you're writing this right now! You are a sadistic person, you know that?! I didn't ask for this! Beacon Hills was one thing but this is messed up!" Once Haven got that out of her system she took a deep breath and headed out into the ever-growing storm.

The wind was howling so strongly that it was a challenge to even walk. "Dorothy!" Haven called out but she didn't see her sister anywhere. "Dorothy!" she shouted again then saw the open door to the storm cellar so she headed that way.

Haven started down the steps then found Dorothy crouched next to an injured Karen. "Oh my god..." It wasn't just the sight of Karen like this that got to her but how AU this all seemed to be. If this was the story of the Wizard of Oz then it was a strange one. And Haven thought Tin Man was bizarre.

"She needs help!" Dorothy shouted to her sister then heard sirens up ahead. She ignored Karen's words telling her no police and to run. "I'm getting you help," she replied then went up the stairs to Haven. "Stay here with her."

"I'm not going anywhere without you," Haven replied firmly and went up with her. After closing the door to the storm cellar, she went over to the Police K9 cruiser while Dorothy called out for help since the officer didn't seem to be anywhere in sight. The wind was even stronger now, so much so that it just about knocked the sister's off their feet, so it was a bit of a challenge.

"Hey!" Dorothy shouted when she caught sight of officer. "She needs help!" When the cop turned his attention to them, he pulled out a gun. "No! No! Don't shoot!" Dorothy shouted and Haven put up her hands as well as she moved around the cruiser.

Before anything else could be said or done, the Twister landed not too far from them and was moving fast. "Get in!" Haven shouted and quickly got into the passenger side of the cop car while Dorothy got into the driver's. They buckled up just before the car was picked up by the tornado.

"I told you!" Haven shouted before screaming because they were being whipped around at a high force. Everything in the cruiser that was loose was being thrown around, the dog in the back included.

Dorothy didn't answer her sister because she was more worried about them getting out of this alive but couldn't shake knowing that Haven had said they were going to be swept up in the Twister. It was just a coincidence though, right?

Dorothy didn't have time to think about it because when they hit the ground then landed right behind a woman in red. Dorothy tried to hit the breaks to prevent them from running the woman over, but there wasn't enough time. The woman was thrown over the car upon impact then they crashed into a tree.

The airbags went off within the car, causing both sisters to slam into them.

Haven wasn't sure how long they were unconscious for but she had one hell of a headache. "Okay, so not a house," she muttered then groaned and turned to Dorothy. "Dor," Haven nudged her sister. "Dorothy, can you hear me?"

Dorothy groaned as well when she came to then they both jumped fifty feet when the German Shepherd started barking in the backseat. "Quiet, Toto," Haven said to the dog before getting out of the vehicle.

Dorothy didn't give herself a chance to process that because she had so much other stuff on her mind. Like where the hell were they for example. They appeared to be in a forest and it was snowing, but she didn't recognize the area. "You recognize this area?"

Haven looked around and shook her head. "I can honestly say no." If this was Oz – which she'd bet big money that it was – she still had no idea which variation it was. It was completely unfamiliar to her and that did not sit well.

Haven looked over at Dorothy and saw she was bleeding. "You're hurt." She rushed over to inspect her sister's wound.

"I'm fine," she replied and moved Haven's hand away. Dorothy then saw the woman in red's body not far away. "Oh god...oh my god." Dorothy rushed over to her to try and help.

Haven followed and sighed when her sister tried to use her cell to call for help. "I doubt we have reception here."

"How can you be so calm!" Dorothy shouted. She didn't understand how nonchalant her sister was being about all of this.

"Because this is how the story goes!" Haven shouted back. "Usually it's a house that lands on the Wicked Witch of the East but in this story she apparently gets run over by a cop car. This is Oz, and probably Munchkinland, though it's not one I'm familiar with. This isn't the first time I've been to a different land and if the Author gets their way it's not going to be the last!"

Dorothy had enough of this. "Haven, stop it! This isn't one of your delusions, okay! Please, stop it!"

"I need you to believe me, Dorothy because I know this isn't a delusion. This universe is real and even though I'm not supposed to be here, here I am!" Haven cried out in frustration and a bit of anger because she didn't want to go through this again.

Dorothy got up, went over to Haven, and grabbed the sides of her arms. "Haven, listen to me. I know you believe what you're believing right now but it's not what you think, okay? Please...I need you to believe me." She hugged her sister tight before going back to the cruiser to try the radio.

Haven sighed heavily and went into the trunk of the car to see if there was anything that could be used. She was already wearing her lined leather jacket so she gave the officer's coat to Dorothy so she wouldn't freeze. After grabbing the first aid kit, Dorothy found a gun so she took it.

Dorothy packed up anything else they might need then sat on the back of the cruiser and looked over at the woman's body. She was finally getting hit with what was going on. Dorothy took some deep inhales. "Oh my god, what it happening?"

Haven sat next to her sister and rubbed her back. "I already told you."

Dorothy looked at her and honestly wondered if she was being pulled into one of Haven's delusions or something. That was a thing, wasn't it? She shook her head, looking at her. "I can't believe you, Haven."

"And why not?" she asked, genuinely curious.

"Because you said that you don't belong here. If this is really happening the way you say it is, then that means you're not really my sister." Dorothy got up and moved around the car as she said, "And I can't accept that."

Haven couldn't leave it like this so she went over to Dorothy and made something very clear. "I may be Haven Parker in my core, but here, in this world with you, I am Haven Gale. And I am your sister. The Author may be twisting things around for their own pleasure, but that doesn't change the fact that Dorothy and Haven Gale are sisters – that we are sisters."

Dorothy felt like she was going insane but didn't want Haven to actually go there again so she would play along for now. "Who is this Author you keep mentioning?"

Haven laughed at the question then sighed as she let the dog out of the backseat. "That's a story for another time. When I'm sure you actually believe me, I just might tell you."

The sisters, along with the dog, walked in silence for a little while through the snowy forest. When they came to a clearing and looked up at the sky there was a swirl of red clouds that looked like the top of a cyclone without actually making one.

They were about to continue on their way when suddenly the sound of twigs snapping reached their eyes. "What was that?" Haven whispered and looked around to find a group of people who appeared to be children dressed in furs came out from behind the trees.

The children went over to the girls and took their hands to lead them away. "Are these the Munchkins you mentioned?" Dorothy asked quietly as they were being led away.

"I'm going to say yes, but I have no idea..." Haven figured that Dorothy was just humoring her now because there wasn't much else she could do.

The Gales were led to an encampment of huts where the dwellers were beating upon drums, dancing, and chanting rhythmically. The dog started barking loudly, making all the chanters to stop and turn all attention upon them. "Bad dog," Dorothy whispered because of it, making the barking cease.

A man with a spear and paint upon his face went over to the sisters. He started speaking a foreign language but neither of them understood. Dorothy looked at Haven in question to see if she happened to understand but Haven's face just contorted in a 'how the hell would I know?' way as she shrugged.

Dorothy turned her attention back to the man who had spoken to them. "I'm sorry, we don't understand you. Uhm...where are we? I don't know where we are." If nothing more, the real location might shake Haven out of the bizarre delusion she was cooking up.

The man started speaking in the foreign language again then approached. The dog started barking again in a protective manner. This made Haven smile and say, "Good Toto."

Another man came over, a larger man with blue paint across his eyes. He crouched down in front of Toto and held a finger out in front of him. Within moments, Toto had ceased barking and whimpered, backing away a bit.

"You know our language?" he asked Haven upon standing.

"Uh...no," Haven replied, not getting why he would ask her that.

His answer was simply. "You said Toto. That is dog in our language."

Haven had no idea that was the case here but she wasn't about to say why she really called the dog Toto. "Uh...lucky guess."

"Hmph." He went over to Dorothy and looked her over. "These are the Tribal Free Lands. You two are trespass."

"Tribal Free Lands?" Haven thought aloud because that was not something she recognized.

When the man who spoke started to walk away, Dorothy stopped him. "Excuse me, but I don't know how we got here. If you could point us to the nearest road...look, we could just get a ride from there. Please?"

Haven was getting a bad feeling about this. "Dor, let's just go..."

Dorothy gasped softly when she saw the woman in red laying upon an altar. "You – you found her."

"You know this woman?" the man asked them.

"Don't answer that," Haven urged because she was getting the feeling that these people weren't going to break out in 'Ding Dong the Witch is Dead' any time soon.

Either Dorothy didn't hear her or ignored her because she answered with, "There was an accident. And she...she stepped in front of me."

"You killed her." He stated passionately then pointed to the altar. "This woman!"

"I tried to help her..." Dorothy felt horrible about what had happened but she couldn't change the past.

The blue painted man shouted something in a foreign language before looking to the sisters. "Witches."

"Oh, no...no, no, no." Haven waved her hands out in front of her. "We aren't good witches or bad witches. We're just people, so please let us go."

The Tribal Free Landers had other plans in mind. They captured the sisters and tied them to a bone apparatus to dunk them in water as punishment. "You killed the Mistress of the Eastern Wood, the most merciful and stern." the blue painted man who was called Ojo, accused after pulling them out of the water.

"It was an accident!" Haven shouted after coughing up some water.

"Only a witch can kill a witch," Ojo retorted. "Or the Beast Forever and you are no beasts."

"What kind of Oz is this!" Haven was really starting to get pissed off at the Author for this.

"We are not witches," Dorothy panted. "Why are you doing this to us?"

"I am Ojo or the Tribal Free Lands," he replied. "You are trespass."

The sisters were lowered into the water again and they struggled while submerged but to no avail. They were not allowed breath until they were pulled out of the water again. "Please, no more!" Dorothy cried. "I don't know how we got here, we were stuck in a storm. I don't know anything, I'm no one, but if you have to punish someone then punish me. Please, please, let my sister go."

Ojo leaned forward. "She has sisters as you have. In the West and the North. And the Wizard of Oz. You will most certainly answer to the Wizard of Oz."

Dorothy breathed heavily when she heard those words and looked at her sister. The Wizard of Oz? They were in Oz? If Haven was right about that did that mean she was right about everything else?

Ojo released the sisters and returned to them their items. Once they were brought outside, a vote was taken for them to either be sentenced to death of exiled. "We're not going to die," Haven whispered to her sister. "It'd be a pretty boring story if we were killed off in Chapter One."

"When we get out of this, you are telling me everything you know about this place," Dorothy whispered back. "I'm not even going to try and question how you know it, but I need to hear it."

Haven saluted in an 'I got you' way and was pleased to know that her sister was finally coming around. Or at least she was willing to hear her out. One thing was certain though, she wasn't going to even try to theorize anything with the Free Landers around. If Haven guessed the wrong thing who knew what could happen.

"A decision has been made," Ojo informed the sisters. "You are both exiled from the Tribal Free Lands, never to return. I will take you to our border."

Dorothy looked to him and asked, "And then what?"

Ojo's answer was simple. "And then you will step over it."

Haven lost all track of time as they walked but one thing she noticed was that they were not walking on the Yellow Brick Road. Maybe that didn't even exist in this version of Oz. At this point, everything was up in the air.

As they walked on the wooden pathway on the side of the river, Haven couldn't stop thinking about her home, Nathan, Audrey, and Duke. She wondered if the Author was going to send them here like they did the first time in Beacon Hills, or when they went to New Orleans with the Originals. Haven honestly hoped that the Author wouldn't put them through it again. Did she miss them? Terribly, but she didn't want them to endure the universe jumping again. Especially when this time she had no idea what was coming next. At least, not exactly.

Haven was so consumed with her thoughts that she didn't even hear the conversation Dorothy had with Ojo about liking helping people and essentially being a healer. Dorothy was a nurse after all and Haven, well Haven Gale anyway, was unemployed. She was pulled from her thoughts when she almost walked into the still Dorothy. She noticed Dorothy was looking at something so she turned to the water and saw a huge skeleton of...something. "What the hell is that?"

"Is that the Beast you were talking about?" Dorothy asked Ojo.

"No," Ojo answered as he continued to lead them. "The Beast Forever drown this and hundred like it."

"Godzilla!" Haven nervously joked but Dorothy perceived Ojo's words differently and asked, "So the Beast is a flood?"

"Beast Forever takes many forms," he replied. "Floods that meet the sky. Fires that water cannot extinguish. Monstrosities that slither and soar."

"You know anything about this?" Dorothy quietly asked her sister since she didn't want to draw Ojo's attention.

"This is the first I've heard about it." Haven had never heard of a Beast Forever in Oz. Granted she hasn't read all the books featuring Oz but still. Haven just hoped that they weren't in the story Dorothy Must Die because that would be bad.

Hearing that Haven didn't know about the Beast made her worry so she asked Ojo, "How do you stop the Beast? Who stopped it before?"

Ojo took his walking stick and pointed to a gigantic stone statue of a man. "A Wizard. With those. Eternal warriors. They formed a wall around Emerald City to keep the Beast Forever from flooding our entire world."

Dorothy looked up and pulled her jacket more around her. "Yep, definitely not Kansas."

"Or Maine," Haven added with a sigh and adjusted her bag as she kept walking.

When they reached a fork in the wooden path on the river, Ojo pointed to the right. "Safest way, around mountain. Shortest way, through."

"I think we vote around," Haven answered with a nod.

Ojo had other plans. "We go through." He picked up an unlit torch and headed for the mountain tunnel's entrance.

"Of course," Dorothy said to herself.

"I'm really starting to hate this Oz." Haven tied back her brown with red streaks hair and with a preparatory breath, she followed.

Haven made sure to stick close to Dorothy as they made their way through the narrow passageway within the mountain. Ojo took the lead and soon came to a staircase that he quickly descended.

The sisters slowly went down the jagged stairs and both stopped when they realized what was at the bottom. There was a dead tree in the middle of what looked like a muddy tar pit. There were bodies all around the tree within the tar and it wasn't until they started to moan and move that it clicked with Haven. She gasped loudly and clutched onto her sister's arm. "They're still alive!"

Dorothy almost couldn't believe it. "What is this place?"

"A prison," Ojo answered as he went over to a woman within the pit. "Prison of the Abject. Most secure. For anyone who violates the Wizard's law against magic."

"Who is that?" Dorothy asked when he saw Ojo with the woman.

Ojo gently touched the woman's head in a loving manner. "My wife."

Neither Haven nor Dorothy really knew what to say but Dorothy finally came out with, "I'm sorry."

"You should be," Ojo shot back. "You killed the witch that put them here. Maybe the only one who can free them."

Yep, it was official – Haven hated this Oz.

They didn't stay at the Prison much longer after that and proceeded through the mountain. There were no other surprises so it wasn't all that long before they made it through to the other side. Once through, Ojo pointed to the brick road below that happened to be covered with a yellow substance. "Follow the brick road. It will take you to the Emerald City. The Wizard will be there. Tell your apologies to him."

"Can this Wizard take us home?" Dorothy asked hopefully. "I just – I really want to go home."

"The Wizard is great and powerful," Ojo replied. "He can get you home."

The sisters walked down to the road and Haven bent down to see what the yellow powdery substance was. She didn't try to smell it, unlike Dorothy who did. Haven could tell it was pollen but wasn't sure what kind and then suddenly it hit her – metaphorically speaking. "Please don't be what I think this is," she thought aloud.

Ojo heard her words and informed them of the substance. "Poppy Pollen. Opium!"

"Poppies will make them sleep." Haven imitated the Wicked Witch of the West's voice from the Judy Garland version when she said that. After that, she waved at Ojo and shouted up, "Thanks for the guide!"

Ojo started to turn away as he said, "Don't thank me. I voted to have you killed."

Haven pressed her lips together as she nodded. "Nice guy."

Dorothy scoffed a chuckle and started walking down the road. "Come on, Toto." The dog, Toto, followed the sisters as they went on their way.

"So," Dorothy began, "what can you tell me?"

"Going off my favorite version here, that this clearly isn't, we're just starting the trek on the Yellow Brick Road which means that we'll be running into the Scarecrow soon enough. He's brainless, sometimes quite literally, and wants to go to the Wizard to get a brain...sometimes quite literally." That was something that a lot of the stories had in common – The Scarecrow of whatever variety was the first person that was met on the way to the Emerald City.

Dorothy was starting to feel weird as they walked. Whether it was the fact she hit her head earlier, the pain medicine she took, or all the poppy pollen around them was the cause she wasn't sure. She was, however, trying to keep focused on her sister's words. After clearing her throat, she asked, "What else can you tell me?"

"So you really are starting to believe?" Haven asked as she looked at her.

Dorothy sighed a bit. "It's not like I have much of a choice."

Haven accepted that. "Look, I really want to tell you everything that I know, and I will, but not all at once. I'm still trying to figure out what's the same and what's different and I'd rather fill you in as we go along then give you all the wrong information and get caught off guard because we were expecting something else, okay?"

Dorothy was too out of it by this point to disagree so she said, "Alright," followed by, "I need to sit."

Haven helped her sister over to a boulder and down upon it then looked up and saw two men who were bound to large wooden crosses, almost as if they had been crucified (but thankfully not nailed). "Guess we found the Scarecrow," Haven said to herself, but those words brought Dorothy to her feet and she went over to the one that spoke, "Help us".

While Dorothy went to help him down, Haven was drawn to the other one. He was covered in dirt and straw and who knew what else but Haven would know him anywhere. She brought her hands to her face and gasped loudly when she saw his face...It was Duke.

With each other's help, they were able to get the men down. While Dorothy was helping the stranger, Haven was attending to Duke. "Please be alive, please be alive," she whispered over and over as she pulled off the barbed wire from around his arms and untied him. Haven then brought her ear to his chest and heard his heart beating. "Thank god," she whispered then jolted up when he started coughing.

Haven gently cupped his face and turned him so he could look at her. "Duke? Duke can you hear me?"

Duke's eyes weakly opened and adjusted to the light. He didn't recognize the woman who was looking down at him at first but once he looked into her eyes, he knew. "Flipside?"

Haven laughed happily because he recognized her. "It's me, Duke. I'm here."

"I'd hug you, but I can't feel my arms," Duke groaned as he tried to move them, but didn't attempt to sit up. "Where did the Author send us this time?" he asked with gasping breaths because he was in a lot of pain.

"You don't know who you are here?" Haven was surprised to hear that.

"No, do you?" Duke lifted his head a bit and saw another woman tending to the other man who had been bound to the cross.

"Haven Gale at your service, and that over there is my sister, Dorothy." Haven couldn't wait to hear what Duke had to say about that.

Duke took a few seconds to process that. "Gale? As in the Wizard of Oz? We're in the Wizard of Oz!"

Haven moved her hand back and forth a little. "Yes and no. This is Oz but it's unlike any version I've ever seen or read before. You seriously can't remember who you're supposed to be? I got two lives up here." She waved her hand towards her head upon saying that.

Duke weakly shook his head 'no'. "Duke Crocker is all I got."

Haven had a 'hmm' look on her face. "Maybe we got two scarecrows this time and instead of being brainless, you got amnesia."

Dorothy came over at that moment. "Your guy can't remember anything either?"

"Your guy," Duke laughed then winced in pain before adding in, "I like the sound of that."

After getting the guys cleaned up and their items returned to them that were at the bottom of the crosses – a sword for each of them included – Haven filled Dorothy in a bit about Duke. Dorothy felt like her head was exploding after she heard everything Haven had to say. "Let me get this straight...that guy, Duke whatever, is your boyfriend from your other life as Haven Parker and he's here because the Author – whoever that is – sent him here?" When her sister nodded, Dorothy shouted, "Do you have any idea how insane that sounds!"

Haven simply crossed her arms. "Dorothy, we were sucked into a tornado and transported to the land of Oz. We were accused of being witches, saw the Prison of Abject and like I told you, we found Scarecrow. There just happens to be two of them, kinda. Anyway, when are you going to just take a breath and accept it? Besides, you even said you weren't going to question me."

Dorothy rubbed her temples because this was getting to be all too much for her. "Okay...there's something I have to know." she took a deep breath to prepare herself in asking the question. "When you were institutionalized...was that because you had...problems or was it because of this – whatever this is?"

"I would love to tell you that it was because of my life as Haven Parker, but it's not." Haven took a moment before saying, "Dorothy...I didn't exist here until the Author put me here. All the memories...those are the Author's own making. But like I said before, I'm still your sister. The Author made sure of that."

Dorothy was taking a stab in the dark to ask something. "If this Author is so powerful to send people places and manipulate memories, then why can't they just send us home?"

Haven popped her lips at the suggestion. "Oh, if only it was that simple." She really couldn't get into more detail at that moment so she went back over to Duke and the mystery man to see how they were doing so they could continue on their trek.

Dorothy had so many more questions but right now they had to figure out what they were going to do for food and shelter. "It's getting dark," Dorothy said as she joined them. "We should try and find some food."

"Am I coming with you?" 'Scarecrow' asked.

"I don't know," Dorothy replied. "Are you?"

Duke stiffly got to his feet. "I don't know about this guy, but you're not going anywhere without me." He strained himself to wrap his arm around Haven's shoulders, "I'm not letting her out of my sight."

Haven leaned into his embrace and closed her eyes. Yeah, she wished the Author wouldn't put Duke or anyone else she loved through this but now that he was there...she couldn't stop being glad that he was.

While Duke and Haven slowly walked on ahead, Haven asked, "How did you know it was me?"

Duke smiled at her and answered truthfully. "Your face may change from universe to universe but the Author can never change who you are. I can see it in your eyes."

Hearing that made Haven stop walking to just look at him. "I'm glad you're here."

"Me too, Flipside." Duke kissed her head softly then asked, "So, how long do you think the Author is going to keep us here? Think they might write themselves into a corner like with our first trip to Beacon Hills so they end it early? Or you think we won't even make it through the first chapter like with New Orleans?"

Haven wished she had the answer to that but she didn't. She just shrugged and said, "I guess we'll have to wait and find out. And maybe try to stay out of Trouble."

Duke chuckled weakly as he looked at her. "Trouble, huh? You just had to go there."

The group didn't have to go very far before finding some edible food in the remains of one of the cottages. All the homes and buildings around them and within sight have been burned and destroyed. Charred bodies were all around as well, but neither Duke nor 'Scarecrow' could tell them what happened.

Haven leaned back against the remaining brick wall as they helped themselves to the uncharred fruit that they had found. She looked over at her sister helping 'Scarecrow' with his food since his own arms were too weak to use.

"You have thinking face on," Duke pointed out before biting into an apple.

Haven licked some juice off her lip in thought. "You getting any weird Storybrooke vibes?"

Duke thought for a second. "You mean the place where I was Jack Sparrow, Nathan was Woody, Audrey was Goldilocks, and you were the Tangled version of Rapunzel? No, can't say that I am. Why? You think this is that show's Oz?"

"Could be. I haven't seen their Oz season." It was really bugging Haven that she couldn't figure out what version they were in.

"Ever think that it's the Author's own take on the Wizard of Oz?" Duke thought that was possible enough.

Haven scoffed a chuckle at that. "In our experience, when has the Author been able to come up with a completely original idea and not just pluck us out of our lives to insert us somewhere else?"

Duke opened his mouth to answer but soon closed it.

Haven pointed at him with an, "Exactly," before taking another bite.

Duke looked over at Dorothy and 'Scarecrow' to see that they seemed to be having a moment. "What do you think they're talking about?"

Haven leaned forward a little to get a better look then said, "I have no idea. Still can't read lips." She rested back against the wall again and chuckled, "Just once I would like the Author to allow me to read lips."

Duke groaned as he stood up from his seat on the fallen beam and sat down next to Haven as he said, "They probably think that'll make things too easy for you."

"Or maybe they just like torturing me," Haven countered.

Duke smiled at her teasingly, "Very possible."

Haven rolled her eyes with a scoff before resting her head on his shoulder as the sun set and two moons rose in the sky.

The next morning, Dorothy and Haven got up before the guys and decided to walk around a bit to get a sense of their surroundings. This time, Dorothy was the one that had things to fill Haven in on.

"You named him Lucas?" Haven was surprised at that. "You do realize you gave him the name of our home, right? Is this a love at first sight kind of thing."

Dorothy looked at her sister like she was insane. "We couldn't keep referring to him as Scarecrow and Lucas was the first thing that came to mind."

"Home is where the heart is," Haven same with a smile, definitely teasing her sister.

"Oh, shut up," Dorothy laughingly said back.

The sisters were on their way back to Duke and Lucas when suddenly they felt very weird and couldn't keep moving. When they tried to take another step, they dropped to the ground. Flashes of the Prison of Abject entered their mind and felt as if they were in two places at once. They could feel the brick road beneath their hands and the muddy tar between their fingers. "What's happening?" Dorothy gasped as the feeling of the Prison was becoming more prominent.

"Wicked Witch ain't dead yet." That was the only thing that made sense to her.

Duke and Lucas had gone over to them by this point to see what was wrong but they too were pulled into whatever spell was being cast upon them.

Haven was right, East was still alive and she sat upon a boulder as she looked down upon them – on the road where they were and the Prison of Abject where they were being sent. Looking to the sisters, she said, "I woke up with the strangest taste in my mouth. You." East clenched her gold and ruby decorated fist, making the group below all cry out in pain.

East unclenched her fist long enough to ask, "Do you know who I am?"

"Witch," Dorothy groaned. "Ss – Stern."

"Merciful and Stern," Haven corrected as she tried to bring herself closer to Duke but could barely move. All they could manage was getting their fingertips to touch.

Duke and Lucas had the same idea in mind. They both struggled to pull their swords from their sheaths, but East wouldn't let them get that far. With a flick to her hands, she had both blades in her possession. "Steel won't help you, swordsmen. Unless you want to open your neck and end your hurt." East threw the swords to the ground and caused them pain once again. "That's the merciful part."

"Generous," Haven spat before crying out as she felt like her body was being pulled in every direction. What was with the people of this Oz and torture!

East had some more questions to ask. "Why did you come for me?"

"We didn't!" Dorothy shouted with strain.

East didn't believe her. "Are you one of Glinda's girls? Did she send you to kill me?"

"Glinda is here?" Haven thought that might give them a glimmer of hope because she had yet to find a version where Glinda wasn't one of the good guys. Although of East thought that Glinda wanted to kill her, then perhaps this just happened to be the place where she wasn't.

"Glinda of the North," East answered with a tilt to her head. "My sister with her secrets."

"We came through a tornado," Dorothy gasped. "I don't know how but we did."

East wasn't pleased to hear this. "In Oz, nothing good ever comes from the sky. So when something does, we try to send it back in pieces." She reached into Dorothy's bag beside her and pulled out the gun. Of course, she didn't know what it was.

"Put that down," Dorothy warned. "Put that down, it's dangerous."

"I'll be the judge of that," East retorted. "I'll be the judge of everything." With another wave of her hand she made them all scream.

"Don't..." Dorothy started to say but had to catch her breath. "Or you'll die again and forever."

East was not intimidated. "My my. So pretty yet so stupid. Only a witch can kill a witch." She gently touched the gun in her hand. "What does it do and how does it work?"

"Let them go and I'll tell you," Haven chimed in but East didn't agree.

"I don't make deals." East made this very clear. She waved her hand to cause the men even more pain than before.

"Okay! We'll tell you," Haven shouted and looked at Dorothy, hoping she'd get onto her though train.

Dorothy saw the look in her eyes and understood. "You're pointing it the wrong way."

East smugly turned it around so now it was facing her. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Haven breathed deeply. "Squeeze the trigger."

East lifted the gun in front of her and did as she was told. She squeezed the trigger causing the bullet to shoot right out of the barrel and right through her. East was dead in an instant which freed them from her spell.

They all coughed and gasped in relief because of it. Duke pulled himself over to Haven and held her close while Lucas went to Dorothy and took her hand. None of them could say a word at that moment but that didn't mean they couldn't tell they were there for each other.

Finally they were able to get to their feet and when Dorothy went over to East's body to close her eyes, Haven remembered something. "Ruby slippers," she thought aloud.

"She doesn't seem like the slippers type," Duke replied, referring to the deceased Witch of the East.

Haven had to see for herself because while everything was pretty much different here, there were things that were the same. She went over to East's body and lifted the skirt of her red dress just enough to see her shoes only to find that they were not ruby slippers. "Dammit," she muttered to herself then stood up just in time to see the gold and ruby gloves that were once on East's hands appear on Dorothy's.

Dorothy looked down at her hands to find the ruby gloves fading away. She turned to her sister with questions in her eyes.

Haven held up her hands. "Don't ask me, Dor. I've never seen that before."

Duke interrupted that moment to ask, "This road still lead to Emerald City?"

Lucas looked at him in question. "You remember?" Lucas himself couldn't remember a thing.

Duke was erring on the side of caution with his answer, "Something like that."

"Yeah," Dorothy answered as she put the gun in her bag and the bag over her shoulder. "It leads to Emerald City and the Wizard. He's going to get us home."

"Unless he's nothing more than a man behind a curtain," Haven muttered. When Dorothy looked at her in question she said, "I'll tell you later." She stayed behind for a moment just long to say, "Ding dong," before catching up to join the others.

During this miles long trek, Haven and Dorothy had been trying to explain the concept of a knock-knock joke to Lucas but they were getting nowhere. Finally Haven completely handed over the reins to her sister and hung back a bit so she and Duke could walk and talk together about what was going on.

"I'm not sure which is funnier," Duke stated as he rubbed his sore leg as they walked, "the joke you're trying to tell him or the fact that he can't understand the concept."

Haven chuckled and gently nudged him. "Be nice. Unlike you he can't remember anything." She put her thinking face on again. "I wonder...You think the Author did that deliberately?"

"What do you mean?" Duke was just grateful that he wasn't completely sucked into his character like in Storybrooke. That took awhile to shake.

Haven pulled Duke onto her thought train. "Lucas can't remember anything, right? You just remember your real life, and I remember both lives as a Gale and a Parker."

Duke still wasn't getting it. "What are you saying, Flipside?"

"I'm saying...well, I'm thinking...what did Lucas and this version of Duke know that the Author doesn't want us to?" Haven looked over to Lucas and Dorothy and Duke did the same because now he was wondering that as well.

"I hate to say this," he sighed, "but maybe we should figure out a way for me to get Oz-Duke's memories."

They stopped talking about when Dorothy came over to them saying, "I've given you guys a few miles, now it's time for me to have a little chat with Duke here."

Haven groaned a bit. "Please don't go all overprotective sister on me."

Dorothy waved her hand behind her to get Haven moving.

Haven rolled her eyes. Teasing Duke, she said, "Good luck" and sprinted ahead to Toto and Lucas.

Duke didn't want to admit it, but this was a bit awkward for him. He noticed the jacket Dorothy was wearing was a police officer's one so he said, "Haven's other sister is a cop, too."

"Oh, well, her Parker sister may be a police officer, but I'm not," Dorothy replied as they returned walking. "I'm a nurse. This was just in the back of the cruiser."

Duke's brow furrowed. "A cop car got sucked up in the tornado? Not a house?"

Dorothy opened her mouth to question that but decided she didn't want to know. Instead she asked, "What are your intentions with my sister? I don't care of this is supposed to be her world or not, she's here and that makes her my responsibility. So, what?"

Duke rubbed his chin and chuckled nervously before answering seriously. "I love her. More than anything." He stopped and turned to face Dorothy a bit. "Look, you don't know me or trust me and I get that. But if there's one thing you can trust is that Haven, she's the best thing that's ever happened to be and I would die for her. There's been a version of me that already has."

He was right, Dorothy didn't know or trust him, but she did trust her sister and she could see the truth in Duke's eyes when he spoke those words. Dorothy let out a heavy breath, "Okay." On a lighter note, she added, "Who knows, maybe between the two us we can keep her out of trouble."

Duke chuckled at that statement. "Really? I mean, have you met her?"

Dorothy just shook her head with a grin in reply and didn't have another thing to say about it.

Haven draped her arm around Dorothy when she rejoined the group. "Road trip song?"

Dorothy laughed, "You can't be serious?"

Haven started moving her shoulders up and down while singing, "Hit the road, Jack. Don't you come back no more, no more."

Dorothy laughed and joined in. "Don't you come back no more."

Duke and Lucas both stopped for a moment to look at the sisters oddly then looked at each other with a same look. They silently agreed to not even ask and just continued walking.

After hiking for awhile, Haven had enough. "I hate mountains!" she shouted and received and echo in reply.

"You need a break?" Dorothy asked, looking to her sister.

"Me, no, Lucas...maybe." Haven looked back and saw that he was the last one of the group to make it up the mountain path.

Dorothy turned back to Lucas asking, "You need us to slow down?"

"You must really want to get home," was his slightly groaned reply.

"Yeah," Dorothy admitted. "We have people waiting on us."

"People?" Lucas asked then guessed, "Oh, someone you've laid with."

Haven burst out a laughing, "What?"

Duke paused long enough to make one thing straight, "The only person Haven has laid with is me. Not even Derek Hale, Scott McCall, or Captain Hook managed to get into her knickers."

Haven felt her face turning beet red. "Oh my god."

Dorothy even held up her hands because she didn't want to hear any more of this. "I am not taking part in this conversation."

At that moment, Lucas dropped to the ground. "Lucas!" Dorothy exclaimed and rushed over to him. He had a wound on his abdomen that was bleeding. "Put pressure, okay? We're going to get you help."

"Anything in your Mary Poppins bag?" Duke asked Haven who instantly went to check.

"This is Gale's bag nor Parker's, so I don't know..." Haven replied as she looked then pulled out a scarf and brought it over to Dorothy. "Here, use this."

"Thanks," Dorothy answered and used it to rig up a bandage for Lucas' wound until they could find some help.

After getting the bleeding to stop, they continued on their trek to find someone to help him. "Is he going to be alright?" Duke asked as he helped Dorothy support Lucas.

"Just a little septic, that's all," Dorothy replied then addressed Lucas, "All you need is a shot of penicillin. It's the most common drug in all the world."

"In our world," Haven chimed in. She didn't intend to be a downer, but she had a feeling that this was going to be more challenging than Dorothy thought.

"Right," Dorothy sighed. "In our world."

When they rounded the bend there appeared to be a small village up ahead. "You guys catch up, I'm going to see if anyone has something that can help."

Duke didn't like the idea of splitting up. "Haven we should stick together."

"I'll be fine," she assured and was about to head off but stopped when Duke unbuckled his sheathed sword and handed it out to her, saying "Take this at least. I've seen you use one before."

Haven nodded in an 'okay' manner and took the sword. After strapping it around her waist, she sprinted ahead in hopes of finding some Oz version of an antibiotic.

She went to the first house (that actually looked like a stone structure coming out of the mountain) and knocked on the door. When the man answered Haven quickly started speaking. "Hi, uhm..Sir, my friend is sick and needs medicine or doctor or something?" When he looked very confused, she tried different words, "Uhm, pharmacy...healer?"

"Apothecary?" he suggested.

"Yes!" She exclaimed, glad he understood her. "I need to find the apothecary. Where is it?"

He was reluctant to answer. "She – she don't take to visitors."

"Look, Sir, please. He's going to die if he doesn't get help soon and I actually think my sister might have a thing for him so if something happens she'll probably lose her mind." Haven could see that she was confusing him again so she just took a breath and tried again. "My friend will die. Please, where is the apothecary?"

He understood her words and heard the desperation in her voice. After taking steps outside he pointed up to a tower like home across the pass on top of the next mountain over. "She called Mombi."

Haven turned around to see where he was pointing and sighed exasperatedly. "Great. More hiking."

Lucas was getting weaker every passing moment but between the three of them, they were able to get him up the mountain to Mombi's place. There was a kid outside the house that Dorothy addressed, "Hey, we're looking for a woman called Mombi. Do you know where she is?"

The boy didn't stick around and took off running like a bat out of hell.

"I'm guessing he was trespassing," Haven stated as she helped ease Lucas to the ground.

Toto started barking when a woman holding a chicken approached them. Dorothy turned to face her. "Please, my friend needs help."

"Your friend is past help," the woman, Mombi, replied.

"Bullshit," Haven shot back. "He just needs some medicine – antibiotics. You got any honey, goldenseal, or chaparral? Or even onions?" She saw the look Dorothy had given her and said, "What? You're acting like I don't listen to you."

Mombi cocked her head towards the little garden nearby. "My herb patch is over there. You can use what you can find and be on your way."

Duke thought there could be something more the woman could do. "Do you want to trade something for your services or what? This guy is dying here!"

Mombi was a bit firmer with her words the second time around. "You can use what you can find and be on your way."

"The herbs are fine, thank you." Dorothy took Haven's hand and brought her over to the patch.

Mombi held her hand out to the thorned vines that covered her front door and opened them. She turned around to look at Lucas on the ground and noticed the symbol of the sword's hilt at his belt. Mombi looked at the others and saw the same kind of sword in Haven's possession. This made Mombi change her mind. Speaking loud enough for them to hear, she said "Forgive me, it was wrong of me not to offer help. Bring him inside. I've got just the thing for him."

"Thank you," Dorothy replied as she sprinted back over to Lucas to help Duke bring him in. "That's very kind of you."

Before Duke assisted, he quietly asked Haven, "You know anything about this Mombi woman?"

"Never heard of her before in my life," Haven admitted before Duke went to help. "I just hope there aren't going to be any surprises."

Haven helped Dorothy with the herbal remedy for Lucas then sat at the small table in the corner with Duke. Mombi was upstairs doing only she knew what and Lucas was pretty out of it, so Haven spoke freely. "I think we should get out of here as soon as Lucas can move."

"Why?" Dorothy asked, turning away from Lucas. "Is this one of those times where you know exactly what's going on?"

Haven rubbed her forehead with a sigh. "No, I'm not saying that. I just – I don't like not knowing. It's like Beacon Hills all over again."

"The first time or the second time?" Duke asked curiously.

Dorothy interjected before Haven could answer. "Hold on...How many times have you been...other people?" She was still having a hell of a time wrapping her head around the fact that Haven was her Haven and yet not.

Haven's brow furrowed in thought as she returned Duke's sword to him. "Well, there was Beacon Hills..."

"Twice for you," Duke added in.

Haven nodded. "Right. Okay, so Beacon Hills twice, Storybrooke, New Orleans, that stint with the Doctor..."

Dorothy couldn't listen to this anymore. "I think I get the picture."

"Oh, no," Duke scoffed a chuckle. "I don't think you do."

There wasn't time to elaborate before Mombi came back downstairs and joined them. She saw how much better Lucas was already appearing. Looking at Dorothy she said, "Your potion seems to be working. What kind of witch are you?"

"It's just an herbal remedy," Dorothy replied. "And I'm not a witch. Neither is my sister, but we get that a lot here."

Lucas was coming to by this point, but still not coherent enough to speak so Mombi turned her attention to Duke. "And you, how long have you and your comrade been in the Wizard's Guard?"

Duke didn't know how to answer that question because he knew nothing of the Oz-Duke. "Honestly, lady, I have no idea."

Mombi waved her hand towards Duke's sword. "Cross stitch at the hilt. A ceremonial hilt. They are the same." With that, she chuckled and walked over to the fireplace to take a seat. "Wizard's Guard." Mombi picked up a mortar and pestle as she spoke. "So I have a not-witches whose potions raise the dead, and not-Wizard's Guards who carries their swords. What else are you not?"

Lucas was becoming more aware of what was going on, so she sat up straighter and answered. "I don't know what you're asking, but neither of us can remember."

"Liar!" Mombi hissed.

"He's telling the truth," Haven defended. "Neither of them know anything about themselves."

Dorothy added onto Haven's statement. "When we found them in Nimbo they were barely alive." At least she thoughts that were they were found because of a sign she had seen.

Mombi didn't take her eyes off them. "So it was you. I know what the Wizard's Guard did at Nimbo. Burned and tortured. I was there. I saw."

"No," Lucas interjected. "What they did to those people, they did to us, too."

Duke stayed out of this because he didn't remember a thing.

"And yet your carry their swords," Mombi countered, looking to the men. "Whatever you've done...however many you've killed...whatever unthinkable horror you perpetrated...your minds have done the same thing back. Made it unthinkable."

Duke was about to say something in his defense but stopped when Haven took his hand and squeezed it. He took that cue to keep quiet and so he did. After all, he trusted her and her judgment.

When Mombi went outside to her herb garden, Haven got to her feet. "I'm gonna go explore."

Duke set down the tea Mombi had served and went over to her. "Haven, there's no way you're going out there alone. There could be lions, tigers, and bears!"

Dorothy hadn't even considered thinks like that existing and said the first thing that came to mind, "Oh my."

Hearing that made both Duke and Haven burst out laughing. Dorothy's confused expression made them laugh all the more.

When Haven finally felt like she could speak again she assured, "I'll be fine. I won't go far, promise."

Duke wanted to talk her out of it but knew from experience that there was no way he could, so once again he handed over his sword. "Just in case."

Haven smiled before kissing him softly. "Just in case." With the sword in her possession, Haven went out to look around.

"Leaving without your friends," Mombi asked when she noticed Haven leaving.

"Just need some air," she replied, but that was a lie. Haven wanted to see if she could find that kid that was here earlier. There was just something about how he ran off when they showed up earlier. Maybe the boy was trespassing like Haven thought, but the question was why?

"Alright," Mombi answered as she stood. "I will leave the door open for you."

Haven waved to show that she had heard her then started down the path. It was a little while before she thought she head a 'psst' sound. She slowed her pace a bit and looked around but didn't see anyone. It wasn't until she heard the same sound that she came to a complete stop. "I know someone is there so you might as well show yourself."

When a young man came out of the bushes and out onto the path, Haven crossed her arms. "Well if it isn't the trespasser," she teased.

"It's Jack, actually," he replied. "Do you...do you help people?"

"What makes you think I do?" she asked, wondering how she was perceived in this world.

"I saw you with the injured man," was his answer. "If that is your calling then please, I need your help."

Haven wasn't going to agree to anything until she knew what it was about. "Depends. What do you need help with?"

"My friend, Tip, he's being help captive by Mombi."

Haven's eyes went wide when she heard that. "Are you kidding me?"

Jack shook his head fervently. "I could never. Not about something such as this. Will you help me save Tip?"

Haven nodded, "Let's go."

The duo hurried back up the path and back to Mombi's place. Like Mombi had said, the path to the door was open for her so they went right inside but Dorothy wasn't in sight.

"She's upstairs," Duke groaned with a cough and Jack ran right up.

Haven on the other hand went straight to Duke and placed her hand on the side of his face. "What happened?" He looked like he was recovering from being death warmed over.

"Bitch poisoned us," Duke answered then got to his feet. He saw the look of instant worry upon her face and added, "Don't worry, Dorothy made us drink charcoal. We're fine."

Just then, Dorothy came down the stairs with Jack and Tip right behind her. "We have to go, now."

"I knew it," Haven answered with emphasis.

"Rub it in later," Dorothy said quickly then addressed their dog. "Toto, go!"

Toto jumped off the bed and went right out the door while the humans gathered up their things to go.

They were just about to leave when a loud boom came from the upstairs and Mombi came running down them with Lucas' sword in hand. "What have you done with him?" she demanded to know. "Where's the child!"

"He's gone," Dorothy answered and this did not please Mombi.

"You have no idea what you've done!" she shouted at them then screamed hysterically. "I was protecting him! I was saving him!" She screamed loudly and that caused them to all hear a piercing sound that brought them to their knees.

When they became incapacitated, Mombi gathered up the poison and was about to shove it down Dorothy's throat.

Haven saw Mombi pin Dorothy to the floor and couldn't let anything happen to her. "No.." she strained then gained her strength and got to her feet. "NO!" she screamed out and pulled Duke's sword from its sheath and drove it straight through her chest.

After doing this, Haven dropped the sword and staggered backwards as the realization of what she had done sunk in. Duke made it to her before her legs gave out.

Lucas then pulled a pot from the counter and went over to Mombi to finish what Haven had started. With fierce grunts he hit her with it over and over again. Haven had to look away but Dorothy tried to get through to him saying, "Stop...Lucas...Lucas, stop!"

Lucas finally did stop and he threw the pot aside. When he got to his feet and turned around, the blood splatter on him made him look like he just walked out of a horror movie.

Dorothy trembled as she looked at him because she didn't know what to think. Haven and Duke, however, didn't hold what he did against him. After all, they had both done similar...and worse. But now there was a question lingering in their minds – What were they going to have to do in order to survive next?

End Season 1 Episodes 1 & 2