AN: Hello everyone, I'm back. Sorry it has taken me so long to get back to this story but life conspired against me. This is not the chapter I had originally planned, but that along with everything else I had been working on, is currently lost on my laptop which is dead. Anyway, Thanks for sticking around and I promise to try and update again soon. Also a warning, I switch POV from Audrey to Nathan about half way through.

Resurfacing

"Audrey, honey, just got a call about a boat washed up near the jetty," crackles the walkie thrown in my passenger seat.

Pulling to the side of the road, I sigh as I grab for it. "I'm on my way Laverne. Do you know who found it?"

"Sorry sugar, you'll have to wait and see."

"Thanks. … Oh, and see if you can reach Nathan. He should be done with his meeting in a few minutes." Swinging the car around to head back towards the water front, I can't help but hope this boat won't have a dead body on board. The last one was enough for me.

***Haven***

Pulling up alongside the patrol cars already on scene I have to fight off the sense of déjà vu trying to overwhelm me. The last time I encountered a scene like this led me to questioning everything I know about my own memories and identity. At that thought, my right foot tingles as if to remind me of the scar I have no explanation for. The scar identical to one James described Lucy Riply getting as she held him together.

"– his place in the storm."

"I'm sorry, what? Whose place? Oh, Nathan! How did the meeting go?" I asked startled out of the whirlwind of thoughts.

"I said, 'boat belongs to Jim Masten. Broke loose from the deck at his place in the storm.' You ok? You seem out of it," Nathan repeated somewhere between concerned and amused.

"Yeah, I'm – I'm fine, just thinking" I dismissed, waving off further questions until later with a my version of a patented Nathan Wournos look. "So, no human remains this time?" I asked hoping for a distractions and some levity.

"Nope. Not even a crime, just poor knotmanship."

"Knotmanship?" I repeat fighting back a smile, "You have to have made that up. That is so not a real word"

He just looked at me a moment with a classic Nathan Wournos half smirk. "How can you be sure? You grew up in Ohio, I was raised in a seaside town. I think I would know if it's a real thing."

Shaking my head because there is no way I can win at the moment, I scan the scene again. A small sail ship, the Second Wind, is beached about thirty feet from the jetty with a good sized hole in the hull. Two officers and a man I assume is Mr. Masten are talking a little ways off, while another calls on his radio – probably for a tow truck of some sort. The whole thing is an accident, a result of last night's storm. Smiling I take Nathan's hand as I head back towards our parker cars. "If there's no crime and it's not Troubles related, I guess they don't need a couple of detectives hanging around just to supervise. Why don't we grab a bite at the Gull and you can tell me all about the meeting?"

"Does it have to be the Gull? Can't we get some pancakes at the diner?" It's hard to fins his pouting annoying when he looks so cute doing it, so I agree as I quickly head towards my car hiding my growing smile. There's no need to encourage the behavior, even if it is cute.

On the way to the diner I keep finding my mind straying to James and his family. I thought it was hard to not have any family at all. Then I met James and realized there are worse things.. Things like having a family and watching them but having no way to let them know that you are there, never being able to interact with them. That has to be one of the cruelest Troubles I have seen thus far. I still sometimes think that I should have done more to keep James with his family. After all, Lucy was able to stop James from disappearing the first time around.

Before I know it, I'm walking into the diner and scanning for Nathan figuring he'd have beaten me here because pancakes are at stake. I feel his hand on my back before I am even able to complete a scan of the room. The calm that immediately sets in allows me to focus on the here and now, for a while at least,

***Haven***

As soon as I saw her at the beach I knew something was wrong, but I also know pushing her would have been a waste of time, Instead I gave her a rundown of what was going on, watching her for any clues about where her mind had been.

Once we had settled at our usual table and had placed our orders she jumped right in asking about my meeting. Refraining from rolling my eyes, hopefully, I answer all her questions in my usual succinct manner, biding my time until I can get her to open up.

With the arrival of our food, the interrogation like questions about this morning's meeting doe down. Seeing her partially distracted by her food, I start my own interrogation. "So what had you so distracted at the scene?"

She shoots me a deer in the headlights look and I know she's contemplating how long she can out off this conversation and if the energy required to do so would be worth it. I simply sit back and tuck into the pancakes on my plate – she will talk when she's ready.

After releasing a long sigh, she began, "I was thinking about James and what he told me about Lucy. It was the whole boat-washed-up-on-shore thing that triggered it. It got me thinking about that case and finding James in his study. Nathan what if –"

There's no need for her to finish that sentence and she well aware of that. It's a conversation we've had many times in the past six months.

***Haven***

"Nathan what if – I mean it's possible that … I think I could …" shaking her head, Audrey closed her eyes tight and took several soothing breaths. It hurt to see her so upset, so I reached out to pull her from her chair and into my lap. After several minutes of silence she whispered, "I think I'm Lucy Ripley." As I pulled away a bit to look at her face she spoke again, a little louder, "Don't you dare tell me that it's not possible Nathan Wournos. Think about it Nathan, we could be twins! Apparently neither of us are affected by the troubles. We both have the ability to help Troubled people."

"Hey, it's not uncommon for family members to look alike, you know that. As for the Troubles – if a Trouble can be passed on genetically through a family, immunity to the Troubles can too. It doesn't mean you're Lucy."

"Nathan, we have the exact same scar on the bottom of our foot! Earlier today when I was trying to hold James together, he told me about when Lucy had done the same thing when he was younger. He broke a glass and she cut her foot on it. I have a scar in the bottom of my foot that I have no idea how I got. I don't remember ever cutting my foot Nathan – not ever."

By now Audrey was as close to tears as I had ever seen her. Rocking her gently in my embrace I tried to process everything she had just said. I could honestly say her being Lucy Ripley had never even occurred to me. She was right in that I couldn't claim outright that there was impossible that it was true. We face the impossible every day in Haven. So, instead of trying to argue with her, I said the first thing that came to mind, "I don't care who your are, you're my Audrey. Nothing is going to change that. We'll figure out the rest later. Whatever gets thrown at us, we will get thought it together. It's you and me against the world Parker, like it or not."

To my relief that brought I small, if broken, laugh from the woman in my arms. "Nathan Wournos, I do believe that is the most I have ever heard you say at one time." It wasn't that funny, but we both broke out into fits of laughter anyway.

***Haven***

"Audrey, even if you are her, I still love you. You and me, babe."

"Yeah, you're right. I know that it's ridiculous to worry about it again, it just kind of snuck up on me, you know. That's only the second time I've gotten a call like that since I came to Haven. I guess it was bound to trigger something."

"I suppose." Seeing her face lighten again, I push my luck a little more and lean across the table to give her a kiss. Public displays are not something I usually do, but if it puts a smile like that on her face …

AN: As usual guys, I welcome any thoughts, questions, suggestions, or constructive criticism.