Disclaimer: I do not own South of Nowhere or any of its characters. I'm just lucky enough to take them out to play a little bit. Nor do I own Edward Cullen or Twilight (thanks, Stephanie Myer!) It's the holidays; please don't sue me :)

Summary: Spencer slips while walking home...and ends up face-to-face with a certain rockstar who seems intent on showing her her past and the "error" of her ways. Kinda "A Christmas Carol"-esque. Spencer is a student at NYU, and eventually the rest of it should begin to piece together...at least I'm hoping it does.

Also, if the story is "rambling" ever, that is because it's simply Spencer's train of thought that we're allowed to see, even with third person style.

Rating: T. Some language in this chapter.

Author's Note: I'm home on winter break, and after finishing *my* finals and walking home one night...This story popped into my head, so I felt the urge to put it out there. I'm not completely sure how long it will be, but I should be able to finish it while home for Christmas break. Hopefully you enjoy it. If not, however...that's okay too. I always appreciate reviews though :) And thanks to all of you who read it... And to a certain friend of mine who always reads my stories first...This is officially for you. Merry Christmas.

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"Thank goodness that's over!"

"You got that right," Spencer grinned cheekily at her friend Chelsea. They had just finished their last exam before winter break. They were both officially free! Well, once Spencer walked back to her apartment off-campus, then she was free. Until she got back to her apartment, she was mostly just cold. She briefly wished that she could remember how long it took for frost bite to take effect. "I'll see you later tonight for celebratory drinks?"

"I basically live at your apartment, Spence." Chelsea paused for a moment, debating momentarily before adding, "That's a yes."

"Good!" The two relaxed into a comfortable silence as they crossed the campus together. They had met last year when Chelsea had started dating Spencer's brother Glen. Glen and Chelsea were on-again-off-again, but Chelsea and Spencer had hit it off immediately, becoming good friends. It was then that they had decided to take a class together, just a general education class, to help motivate the other to remember to study for the tests…

"Spencer! Watch for the ice!" The blonde reached out and grabbed onto her friend's arm, which luckily saved her from falling.

Spencer scoffed and brushed imaginary dust off of her coat while she joked, "I would manage to find the only patch of ice…"

"There's more of it; that's just what I nearly slipped on when going into class. I forgot to warn you…Sorry." Chelsea smiled briefly at her forgetfulness, but Spencer was already shrugging her forgiveness.

"It's okay. I have ten more blocks to walk. I'm sure I'll end up falling sometime."

"Well, good luck with that! Try not to!" Chelsea waved before wandering into the library on campus. She had to return a few books before the campus shut down for winter blonde pulled her hat more tightly around her ears and started walking toward the direction of her apartment, nearly slipping again while doing so. Winter in New York City could be harsh sometimes.

Spencer looked around at the snow on the buildings and took in a deep breath of air. Holy cold air. But still the snow was really pretty sometimes. Spencer tilted her head to the side slightly to admire a patch of fresh snow on campus; it hadn't been walked on yet, and it was just so…shiny and white. It reminded her of that movie that she had gone to. What was it called…Twilight! That was the name of the movie. The snow sparkled like Edward Cullen did when he stood in the sun. Hm…Vampire snow? That was a weird thought.

The blonde shook her head, hoping to clear her wandering thoughts, only to notice that there was a loud chiming coming from a…clock tower? She had no idea where there was a clock tower in that area. Maybe if she looked around, then she could see it, and, "FUCK!" Spencer hit the ground with a thunk. "Fucking ice. Fucking clock tower." She still didn't know where there was a clock tower in the area and…whatever. She would do this. Fall on the ice. Urgh. She started to sit up, but everything was blurry, and all she could do was think about the tests that she had been studying for…Resting her head seemed like a much better idea.

If Steven and Maria are dancing a waltz and Steven really would rather be dancing with Mark, what time will the trains collide?

A) 3:45 p.m.

B) 1300

C) Peru

D) To populate the isle with Calibans

E) Spencer, your brain is fried.

E. Fried brain. That was the answer. The blonde girl blinked and looked around. Nothing happened. She was still lying on the ground confused. She closed her eyes, and then opened them again, wondering if that would change things. This time a snowflake fell in her left eye. After blinking furiously a few times, Spencer tried to sit up, but after a few seconds, everything was swirling again, so she lay back down on the ice. "Fuck."

"Well, I think that'd be a bit inappropriate." Spencer turned her head to the right to see a lanky boy in a leather jacket standing next to her. He was sporting a platinum blonde Mohawk and more eye liner than she wore on a night out to the clubs.

"Who are you?"

He shrugged easily and offered a smirk, "The ghost of Christmas past."

"You're funny," she scoffed and wished that she could get up and walk away.

"You're concussed."

This time he had her attention. "Who says 'concussed'?"

"The ghost of Christmas past."

"Are you trying to tell me that I'm dead? Because you're definitely not funny then."

"I already told you that you're concussed."

Spencer sighed, realizing that she was not getting out of the conversation; she would need him to help her get up at the very least, so she might as well play along with his game. "Can't you have a real name?"

"You can call me Raife."

"As in Davies?" The guy nodded. "Ashley's dad?" Another nod. "But you're so young...and alive!" Spencer realized what she had just said before gasping out a, "No offense?"

"Christmas past, remember?" Raife smirked again before leaning down to rap his right knuckles lightly against Spencer's forehead.

"Oh, right." Honestly, Spencer didn't know what to do, but there seemed no easy way out of the situation, and he did look a lot like Raife Davies… "If this is true, where's the real me?"

"You have to stand up first."

"It makes me dizzy."

"Splitting in two can do that to a person." Spencer was starting to get really sick of his know-it-all smirk.

"Holy fuck!" Sitting up sucked. It sucked more when Spencer remembered who she was with, "Sorry, Ashley's Dad."

"I'm a rock star. I can handle your language."

He reached a hand out to the young woman, and she was able to stand up more easily that time. Spencer looked at the blonde body at her feet. "That's me." Panic began to set in, "I'm…"

"Knocked out temporarily. You'll be okay, just –"

"Concussed?"

"Yup."

Spencer considered touching her body, just to see what would happen. "Am I really just going to lie there?"

"Nah, your friend will be walking by in…three…two…one…"

The spirit Spencer waved frantically upon seeing her friend walking out of the library, "Chelsea!"

"She can't hear you." Stupid Mr. Know-It-All-Ashley's-Dad. "Come on, Kid. We have places to go and people to see." He reached out a hand to grab Spencer's arm, hoping to drag her away. Spencer was waving her fingers in front of Chelsea's face while Chelsea focused on Spencer's body. "She still can't hear you."

"Is this because I haven't gone Christmas shopping yet? Because I swear I will. I just…"

Raife covered the rambling Spencer's mouth with his hand and shook his head. He reached out and took her other hand in his; suddenly everything began to spin again. Spencer was beginning to wonder if she was passing out again, only before she could say anything, everything was still again. Raife uncovered her mouth and pointed at a window, "Shhh…Just look."