Hi every one. This is a story I wrote for National Novel writing month a few years ago. I have been itching to get the opinions of other people on it. So I decided to change the names and a few details and post it as a 100 fanfiction. I matched up the characters in this story with the ones on the show as best as I could but there will still be some OC moments.

Disclamer : The overall story is mine but the names are not.

Clarke adjusted the top of her dress as she parked her car, pulling it up so that it would better cover up her chest. She checked her makeup one last time and leaned over to the passenger side to pick up a sparkling purple and black wine bag. Shivering she climbed out of the car, the late October air was icy with the promises of the coming winter. Her shoes clicked loudly as she passed cars, and several houses before coming to a large two story home. The House was decked out in the traditional Halloween decor. Jack-o-lanterns grinned and Jeered at her approach as music and laughter leaked out into the street. Pressing the doorbell she waited.

"Clarke!" A high pitched voice squealed as the door opened, "Your here." The girl in what Clarke could only describe as some sort of Genie costume took the wine bag and pulled her into a hug.

"Hey Octavia." Clarke smiled as she followed her friend into the house." I 'm sorry I'm late," she continued. I had to go to the store after work and it took a little longer than I thought it would."

"That's ok, it happens. He's running later than you any way." The two girls walked down through the front hallway of the house until it opened up into the living room. All of the furniture had been pushed up against the walls to allow the maximum amount of floor space, whereas the Kitchen and dining room were set up as a bar and a buffet. There were a decent number of guests spread out around the rooms. They were all students from the university but some she only recognized from class.

"Where's Jasper?" Clarke asked shouting over the noise of the stereo and the television.

"Oh he's over there," Octavia pointed to the television where there were a group of guys playing guitar hero.

"They're all wearing masks which one is he?" Clarke asked trying to pin point Octavia's boyfriend amongst the super hero clad gamers.

"He is the one in the Iron man costume." Octavia explained as she walked to the kitchen counter and pulled a bottle of vodka out of the bag that Clarke had brought with her. "Ohh just what we needed!" she exclaimed " Have something to eat while I make you a drink. Would you like a screwdriver, or should I just add some of this to the spiced ciders that we have?"

"I think I would be happy with the screwdriver as a starter." Clarke smiled she waited for a few moments before asking "Wait, what didn't Jasper touch?"

"He was strictly supervised." Octavia laughed the last party she had thrown had gotten really out of hand with no explanation. It wasn't until a few weeks later that her boyfriend admitted to lacing the food with shrooms. She picked up a glass and after filling it part way with ice and orange juice, added a generous portion of the liquor that she had brought to the party. Clarke enjoyed the sweet tang the juice provided as she sipped her drink; it made the burn of the alcohol much more palatable. After savoring the flavor a little bit longer she asked. "So where did you find this guy that you're so generously setting me up with tonight. He better not be a weirdo like the last one."

"What was wrong with the last guy, he was really sweet."

"Well he was a little too into cos-play for my liking. I'm sorry but what normal person our age walks around in public wearing a cloak and Foxtail." Octavia cringed a little at Clarke's response.

"…Ok well I didn't realize that he was that into it." Clarke gave her a skeptical look and rolled her eyes. "I promise that you will like this new guy. No cloaks no talls."

"How do you know him exactly?"

"He is my brother." Octavia said voice full of caution.

"You're setting me up with your brother?" Clarke asked surprised, her friend had very rarely mentioned her family.

"He has been traveling a lot. He went back packing through Europe. I think he made it all the way to New Zealand actually."

"Oh that does sound good." Clarke smiled broadly as she swallowed the rest of her drink. It had been hard to find a guy who was as interested in traveling as she seemed to be. Most people in her home town were either content with staying put, or would have been happy going someplace with-in the US border. "Could you make me another drink?" she asked. Octavia complied with her request and the girls talked for a while longer and snaked until they both grew tired of eating. Octavia continued to play hostess and went to spend time with some of the other guests which included two people dressed as salt and pepper shakers who were smoking on the back porch.

"Clarke, I love your witch costume!" Jasper said as she made her way over to him. "Or should I say your higness." She laughed a little at the comical emphasis he put on his words.

"What are you guys playing?" she asked looking at the television screen. "Can I play the winner?"

"Sorry Clarke." A skeleton responded. "We are taking turns. You can go first when we start over." She nodded and took a seat on the couch to wait for her turn. Clarke moved her fingers across her lap in sync with the notes that showed up on the game screen. After a few rounds of guitar hero, most of the players called it quits and went outside to the beer pong game set up on the patio. Instead of following, Clarke found her way back to the kitchen and poured herself another drink.

"Clarke!" Octavia called from the back door as she made her way inside.

"Yeah," she yelled back in between sips.

"He's here. I just got a text from him saying he's parking." Octavia's face was flushed with a mix of cold and excitement. Clarke couldn't help but laugh into her cup at the way she flapped her arms up and down by her sides as she spoke.

"Ok," she answered after taking a large gulp of her spiked cider. "You go meet him at the door; I'm going to go to the bathroom real quick my crown keeps falling off." The two girls walked into the front hall, just as there was a knock at the front door. Octavia continued down the hall to answer it while Clarke went towards the bathroom and walked threw one curtain of streamers that her friend had decided to hang in every doorway in the house. Something was off however when she walked into the alcove that held a coat closet, and a small bathroom. The sounds of the party had disappeared, and there was a third door that she had never recalled being there before.

"Octavia!" she shouted, "did something happen. It sounds like the Stereo went dead," Clarke reached for the bathroom door "Hello! Is someone in hear? She asked when the handle wouldn't budge. "and someone locked the bathroom door!" she added after no one answered. "Octavia..." Clarke gasped as she turned around. The curtain that she had walked through were gone. Instead she faced a strange hall way.

Everything in the hall was made of different hues of wood. The floors and ceiling were made of a light oak, the walls of red woods and some of the doors a dark mahogany. There were a few tables with various ornaments' upon them that were also made of wood. Clarke noticed something else and walked down the strange hall until she came to one door with a small glass window set in the middle of it. "Octavia!" she shouted one more time, though she knew that the effort would be useless. Her ears rang in the silence as she stared at the door before her not sure what to do. Carefully gripping the finely carved handle she pulled the door open.

Clarke stared in disbelieve. Before her eyes was what appeared to be an immense forest. The doorway that she was standing in was inside the trunk of a tree a story off the ground. She backed up slightly uncomfortable with how close the tips of her feet were with the open air and continued to take everything in. There were some grasses and shrubs growing low to the ground, as well as several types of trees. More noticeably was a small grove of birch trees to her right by a stream. Their tall slender white trunks swayed gently in the breeze. Clarke who was still in shock, started to lean out the door to get a better look when she heard a noise from inside.

"Thief!" Shrieked a woman.. "Help! Help! There is a thief in my home!" She screamed projecting her voice towards the world past the doorway.

"No ma'am," Clarke tried to explain as the strange woman started to swat at her. "I'm sorry," Clarke threw up her hands to protect her face. "I don't know how I go hear but I'm not a thief." Clarke took a step back to avoid the woman's flying hands.

"I will not tolerate liars any more than I will tolerate thieves traipsing about in my home." The woman came close to Clarke waving her finger in her face. Clarke tried to step away once more but was already too close to the door found herself screaming as she fell from the tree and to the ground.

"What on earth did you do Harper?" asked a very familiar voice.

"I didn't do a thing; this little tart broke into my home. It is not my fault that she fell out the front door when I confronted her about it,"

"I do not believe that she simply walked out of your front door. Did you even stop to ask her why she was there?" Clarke listened to the two voices argue. The back of her head and most of her body hurt and she couldn't remember why she was lying in what felt like a bush. Forcing her eyes open she blinked trying to focus her vison.

"Do you honestly expect me to believe her when she tells me that she did not know how she got into my house. What do you take me for a naive child?" Clarke recognized the voice of the crazed woman and suddenly remembered falling out of the tree. "You know very well that I am no fool, and that I will not be lied to, by strange people who break into my home."

"No you are not a fool." Said the other voice." But you do tend to over react. You and I both know that it is possible that she ended up in your house by accident. There are stranger things that have happened." The woman made a noise of protest before speaking again.

"Look at what she is wearing. I have only seen sluts wearing clothes like that and I will not have everyone talking about how I had one in my home."

"Harper, No one ever talks about you unless it is to mention how entirely boring you are. It's not like there is anyone living close enough to have noticed this incident anyhow."

"You noticed." Harper pointed out

"Yes... well it was hard not to hear all the hollering that was in the area."

"Oh my god!" The conversation was interrupted when Clarke finally focused on her surroundings and found an enormous Bobcat standing over her. "Get away!" She shouted as she scrambled to her feet and tried to find cover on the other side of the bush that she had landed in. " Shoo." She cried while throwing a rock at it. The rock she had thrown bounced off the bobcat's nose, but it only shook its head in annoyance.

" Shoo? Is that really supposed to frighten me away? I don't look stupid do I?" He said to Harper who was standing only a few feet away from where Clarke was before. Clarke scrambled closer to the tree that was at her back, horrified by this unusual predator.

"I don't think she likes cats very much," Harper said her voice sounding more pleasant now that she had calmed down some.

"It talks!" Clarke muttered to herself in shock. "A big cat that talks."

"Of course I talk, why wouldn't I be able to." The bobcat took a few steps closer. "You would think the Princes had never seen a shifter before."

"She could be allergic, the reaction could be causing this hysteria." Harper added.

"Perhaps she hit her head and is confused." The cat grinned broadly. "Are you lost Princess?" it said to her like she was a small child. "What's your name?"

"Clarke," She said just before Harper was able to speak up and stop her.

"How dare you Jas… Cheshire. What if she really is confused? You can't trick her into giving you her name like that."

"I think it is only fair. She knows both of our names now, besides…" Cheshire stopped to take a big sniff in her direction. "She doesn't smell right. I don't think she is from here. You don't have a book do you?"

"No," Clarke said shaking her head vigorously.

"What do you mean? Is she a city girl?" Harper asked

"No" the cat took another sniff. "She smells like the other side. She won't know how to do anything if she is from the other side." A look of terror spread across Harper's face at that comment.

"How did you get in my house ?" She asked sternly

"I don't know." Clarke cried lifting her arms to protect herself from the woman.

"How could you not know? Did you walk through the front door or the back? Or, Did you smoke your way in?" Clarke gave the woman a bewildered look.

"You have to know how you got here." Cheshire added

"I don't. I was at a friend's house and I walked by some streamers on my way to the bathroom. Only I found myself in your hall way instead."

"This is not good Cheshire." Harper sighed while shaking her head. "This is not good at all. If you are right and she is not confused we will be big trouble. Others aren't supposed to be here. It's against the law." Harper started to pace from one side of the berry bush to the other as she spoke. "I moved out here to the get way from all of the trouble. I will not get in trouble for possibly harboring an illegal creature."

"Creature." Clarke said aghast. "I am a person, thank you very much, not a creature."

"And I'm a person too," Cheshire responded." But unlike you I belong here, and won't be executed if the court finds me."

"Executed. Why on earth would I be executed?"

"That is an explanation that is really better left for another time." Cheshire sounded bored as he finished talking.

"Oh Cheshire," Harper whined "What do we do? I can't put her back to where she came from. If I could have seen where she came from I would have put her back instead of scaring her out the front door!"

"No that wouldn't have changed anything." The bobcat said smiling its strange smile once again. Harper seemed to puff up slightly in irritation.

"Never mind that, what we are going to do with her? She is certainly not staying with me."

"Don't worry." Cheshire replied mockingly. "I will escort her to the Hatter's. He will know what to do with her."

"Oh no, don't bring her to him the man has enough to deal with. He is already so busy we don't need to be adding this problem to his list."

"You know what." Clarke stood up finely getting aggravated. "I have had enough of this. I'm not any one's problem. To be perfectly honest I just want to wake up or go to sleep ... or whatever will get me out of here ok! It's not like I wanted to show up in your house, or fall out of your tree." She started yelling. "All I wanted was to make sure I looked ok before I met my date, but apparently that was too much to ask for. If you two don't mind, I will go now." With a huff she pulled a few twigs out of her hair and started walking towards the stream where she began to follow its current south.

"Oh dear." Harper muttered worrying her lower lip between her teeth. "Someone is going to find her, and then she is going to tell them about us and then we will be dragged to court too."

"Don't worry Harper." Cheshire smiled, while putting a paw on her foot in a comforting motion. "I will bring her to The Hatter." The bobcat turned and sauntered off into the woods following Clarke "Oh Princes!" he shouted into the trees. "Princes you are going the wrong way!"

AN: Two Guesses who Cheshire is

I will try to update at least once a week. Let me know what you think.