I don't own the rights to South of Nowhere, if I did it would still be on. I would like to say that I'm not a writer nor am I a grammar hound. So just go with the flow if you don't like don't read. I found this book that I like by Christine Warren, She's No Faerie Princess, and I kept thinking it would be neat to make it into a SoN story so that's what I am attempting to do. Some things will be different, others will be the same. So if you like it please stick with it if not so be it. I don't own the rights to it nor am I doing this for money, it's for pure enjoyment. If you would like to leave a review good, bad, or whatever please do. On to the story...

Disclaimer 2: Sorry guys, I didn't expect to have this down so long. I was in the middle of moving and changing everything around so it's still a work in progress. Some things have been changed others have not. So please enjoy.

1.

SHE'S NO FAERIE PRINCESS

"She's 327 yrs old. That's a bit late to run away from home." "She aren't running away from home. She just taking a vacations." "It looks a lot like running." "And how does you know what running look like, you big pansy? You is too old to get faster than a hobles!"

"Shush!"The hiss in Spencer's voice got her companions' attention, and they fell into a tense, bristling silence. "silent" or "sniping" described how Clay and Glen spent nearly all their time together, but at the moment, Spencer had other things to worry about. She couldn't afford a distraction. "I told the both of you that if you wanted to come see me off, you were going to have to be quiet. If you can't manage that, I can always send you back to the palace."

The pixie and the imp exchanged glares, one from the spot where he fluttered beside Spencer's head, the other from his perch on her shoulder, She ignored both of them, she was trying to make sure the weren't followed through the dense forest just north of the Summer Palace. No one would usually stop her or even cared except nothing was normal at the Seelie Court these days.

"Your Highness,"the pixie's voice disapproving, "I really thinks it would be better..."

She smiled a dangerous smile and looked at him pointedly. "Clay, my dear friend, if you don't shut up in the next few seconds, I might just change my mind and take you with me."

He hushed immediately and she smiled. She could hear Glen giggling beside her ear, but she ignored him, she didn't want to encourage him, it only gave him more ideas.

Clay continued to glare at her head, but it didn't bother her. She'd grown far to use to it over the years. Clay, on the other hand lived in mortal fear of Queen Paula's disapproval, which is why the threat of bringing him into the mortal realm shut him up so quickly. Spencer's Aunt had decreed it off limits to her people long ago, and Clay had never been one to disobey, unlike Spencer.

Spencer started forward again, her blue eyes scanning the forest for followers. All remained quiet for about 15 seconds.

"Personally, I think a little vacation are a fine idea, Princess," Glen piped up, he was grinning tauntingly at Clay as he spoke. "Things has been getting real...complicated at court. A nice refreshing tour of boring human land are just whats we need for lifting our spirits."

Spencer looked at him "Who said anything about we?"

Glen looked shocked "But Missy Spencer! You has to take us with you! Who will protects you if I's not theres?"

Spencer knew ignoring the truth wouldn't make it go away, but she could try. She hated court whether it was at her aunt's Seelie Court or Unseelie which was run by Paula's former husband her uncle, Author She didn't want to take the throne with the unease between the two courts. She didn't have the patience or the time. She got hives just thinking about it. She wished her parent's weren't sidhe—the noble race of Faerie—but goblins or trolls or pixie or sprites or even dryad and satyr. Anything would have been better then a Fae of high court. Life as a Princess sucked.

She'd be able to be a nobody in the human world for awhile. Most of her magic would bleed out due to the surroundings, but that was all right with her.

She set Glen down, and grabbed her bag. Grinning she waved goodbye to the imp and pixie.

"Take care little friends." She stepped through to the simple human world.

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Ashley Davies hadn't met a girl in the last 3 months. She new this wasn't an emergency, but she did consider it part of a bigger problem. Not only did she not have sex in that time...which was surprising for a werewolf in her prime...but she hadn't even been on a date, nor slept all night or saw a concert or went shopping or taken a day off. Considering all that it was no wonder she was cranky at 3am strolling through the park.

This wasn't even her patrol, which only made her crankier. As Beta of the Silverback Clan-2nd in command after the Alpha...Ashley had been put in charge of looking after the park This would have been her night off unfortunately, a pack-mate had come up with a raging case of pregnancy, and her mate refused to let her out of the house. She couldn't blame them, she would more than likely be the same with her mate. She could see herself as a raging neanderthal where the safety of her mate was concerned, but she was still single.

She growled and stuffed her hands in her hoody. She kept a sharp eye out for any trouble. They were so close to signing the treaty with the humans and they didn't want any trouble. Most humans didn't know about then, but that was about to change. It meant asking the humans to believe in something that they thought was fictional. To give them rights and to treat them as equals. So here they were patrolling the parks so that no blood is shed on either side. Keep the peace.

The Silverback Clan was put in charge of security. Since Ashley was Beta security fell to her while the Alpha was in negotiations with the others. Which is why she was on her 3rd shift in 24hrs.

No one had been prepared to come out of hiding, that is until a few months ago a radical sect known as The Light of Truth had gathered enough evidence of there existence and was going to blow the whistle, that is when the council sought out a way to beat them to the punch and to keep are rights, so that we wouldn't be hunted into extinction. For our part we made sure no one attacked a human, or was seen within 100ft. of anyone dead. Ashley figured she was doing her best, thankfully things stayed quiet.

Unfortunately things don't always stay quiet like we would like. They scream bloody murder. Before the cry had even faded to an echo Ashley had pinpointed the sound she took off in a blur of speed and swear words.

2.

Spencer stepped out of the other side of the portal into an inky darkness. Darn it, she forgot about the time change here. She stepped forward and tripped over something immovable. It might help if she could see. She stopped and let her eyes adjust to the dim light of the forest or park in this case.

It didn't take long till she could see like it was daylight out. Throwing her bag over her shoulder, she stepped over the tree root that tripped her. She headed to the park entrance, confident that she knew were it was. It was the same entrance she used before, and she wanted to go to the East Village, were there was music and clubs to spend her evening.

She cast a small glamour to hide her appearance. She had brought a small amount of fae magic with her to help with the glamour. She could have saved her reserves and tried to scrape up some of the scarce fae magic that was left in the human world, but that was few and far between here. She couldn't explain why she couldn't use what magic the humans did or why humans couldn't use fae magic, some thing in the two realms made it so they were incompatible. Then again that is why she came here, she wasn't expecting to use magic.

The glamour made a significant difference in her appearance. Her blond hair became a shaggy crop of blue, tipped with fuchsia. Her pale skin took on a golden hue with a light sprinkle of freckles. In place of her fae clothes she was now wearing layered tank tops torn. Below that she was wore pleated plaid skirt and the length to make any man or woman she met take a closer look. Her legs were covered in black stockings that ended at her skirt and black boots laced up her calves.

Grinning she put a swagger into her step and headed to the exit, after all she was in Manhattan and now she fit in.

Once she got to the parks entrance she could hit the subway, head down to 9th street and check out the clubs. Ooh! And maybe try the noodle house she'd seen the last time she was here. She wandered if they made pad mi ga ti dish. She could practically taste the coconut milk and hot chilies.

She sent a pebble skittering down the path only to be stopped by a creature, a not nice looking creature.

It had cloven feet, it had very black, very fiery eyes, with curling horns and waves of heat rolling off its huge frame.

That was when she screamed.

Right after she ran.

Sweet stars above that's a demon!''

She veered off the path around the trees, not only was that a demon, but now it was chasing her over uneven terrain.

She had never seen a demon before, in fact she couldn't think of a single soul who had seen a demon, they had been vanished from this realm as well as the fae realm ages ago at the end of the Fae-Demon Wars. They were suppose to be bound to their world, Below, not out in the human realm preying on fae that might happen by. Apparently no one had mentioned that to this fellow.

She could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck and put on a little more speed on. She may not had met a demon before, and she sure didn't want to slow down and meet this one. Every thing she knew came from her people about demons and they weren't big fans. A few centuries of war could do that to you.

If she could just get back to the gate she might get through and lose the demon. She looked around for a weapon anything that would work, that would slow it down. She couldn't use what little magic she had for a defense spell it would not be enough, but if she could get through the gate and the demon followed she could take care of it. It was that or get her heart ripped out of her chest. She opted for the gate.

Praying her luck would hold out she sped up a little more, digging in her heals she ran towards a trunk of a tree and at the last possible second side stepped it and turned on a dime it the opposite direction. She heard the demon roar and heard a splintering. She looked over her shoulder and saw the demon had uprooted the stump in order to stop and turn after her, it tossed the stump like kindling.

She decided what small amount of magic she had with might have to do, she just hoped it was enough, because this would leave her totally vulnerable.

She needed to get to higher ground, so she veered toward and outcropping of rock and jumped as high as she could and started to climb. The demon grabbed her ankle with it's claws. It tore through her boot and tore the skin below. She let out a whimper and tried to hang on as the beast dragged her back towards him. Her fingers became a bloody mess as she was trying to hang on. She twisted and kicked out at the demon's skull. The demon roared and stumbled back with her still in his grasp. She was hanging upside down looking at the beast's legs, waving her arms looking for something to hang on to, she felt only air.

Suddenly something black slammed into the demon sending it off balance, the beast threw her hard into a tree, She felt the impact against her spine.

'Thats gonna leave a mark.'

She looked through her double vision to see were the demon was only to see the back of some individual in front of her. This one was not all that big compared to the demon but it was at least 7ft and it was a dark mass. What ever it was it put itself between Spencer and the demon, and growled. Spencer's brain finally caught up and then she knew that this creature was lupine, werewolf.

It was in between forms half human half wolf. The werewolf was lean and graceful looking. Muscular form rippled with power waiting to be unleashed on the demon. It had a of thick healthy reddish brown pelt. She couldn't see the face, but she got a better look at the demon, better yet she could smell the filth off the demon, the choking stench of rotting burnt flesh and coal.

Neither made a move forward. Then the demon looked at Spencer and the werewolf let out a warning growl. Just that quickly the fight was on. Both beings collided in the middle of the clearing, hoof and claw dug into the mesh of earth seeking purchase. Spencer's eyes widened when the lupine seemed to be holding it's own when the demon lowered its head and rammed it's horn into the werewolf's stomach. The werewolf collapsed and the demon took its claws and scraped across it's back and grabbed on and threw the werewolf against another tree.

She winced at the sound of impact. She had no time to think as the demon was in front of her. This made no since why was this demon after her. Demons normally didn't go after individuals unless it was told to. Something didn't add up.

She pressed her back against the tree to steady herself and kept an eye on the demon. It looked like her rescuer was having problems of her own. She wasn't one to sit around and wait to be rescued, another reason she wouldn't make a good queen, she liked to get into the thick of things, get her hands dirty so to speak.

The demon stepped forward. Spencer lowered her self into a sitting position and took a deep breath of the putrid smell of the demon. She raised her hands and focused on what little magic she had left and pulled at it. It yanked free and formed a bright blue energy ball and threw it at the demon. The demon snarled in pain and in a rage it stumbled backwards right into the werewolf's renewed attack.

With two swipes across the demons tendons in the lower leg the demon went down. Spencer raced forward and released some more magic at the demon. She should have stopped sooner, the demon reached out and slashed her across the stomach. She gasped and looked down at the fiery wound as the pain filtered into her brain. She couldn't even put her hand over it as blackness overtook and she slumped to the ground. Her last thought was the magic had taken more out of her then she realized.

3.

Ashley wanted to shake the woman for racing up to the demon like that, and wanted to thank her at the same time for the distraction she needed, as well as get a better look at her backside, without the demon trying to kill them. Right now they needed to get the hell out of here before the demon learned how to run without his tendons and attack them again.

Ashley scooped up the girl in her arms and took off for home. The demon howled it's outrage at that, but thankfully they were out of reach. She ran for a good two miles before she slowed down to a trot. The girl remained limp and unresponsive in her arms. She contemplated stopping and shifting to human form but thought better of it, she could move faster in this form. It being 3 o'clock in the morning she thought she should be safe from prying eyes but you never now so she stuck to the shadows.

Taking a deep breath she immediately regretted it due to her cracked ribs the demon had left. Tightening her hold on the girl she took off at a dead run. She made it without problems to her alley way to her apartment entrance. It had two floors and they had entered through the bottom where she had her gym. She went upstairs and put the woman on the sofa before she stood up and shifted to her female form. She felt the stinging as her ribs healed as well as all the cuts and scratches.

The woman on the couch never moved, she knelt next to her to examine the damage done by the demon. She knew the woman wasn't lupine she had a earthy scent to her and she wasn't dead. No human should have survived the demon attack. She smelled to pure to be a human and she wasn't any other shape shifter, her skin was to smooth for anything unliving and she looked like a human. She couldn't identify what she was.

She didn't like this her sense of smell felled her. One good sniff was all she needed to identify any species but all it did was make her wet with need. She didn't know what was wrong with her. A brush with death usually made her horny and hungry, but this felt like more. She didn't just want sex, she wanted sex with her, with this woman and she wanted it now. In fact with every breathe she wanted it more. If she didn't get control of herself she was gonna get a one hell of an awakening.

Ashley took control of herself and took stock of the woman's wounds. Noticing that the puncture wounds on her foot looked nasty she gently took off the boot. The punctures weren't deep but they would need to be cleaned. Her gaze drifted up the legs and did inappropriate things to her libido. The slash across her stomach worried her. She lifted the tattered remains of the top and looked at the marred flesh and wanted to howl in pain at what she saw. It bled sluggishly and had jagged edges darkened to black by the poison from the demon. She got up and headed to the first aid supplies in the bathroom. On the way back she stopped in the bedroom to grab a top and shorts so she wouldn't surprise the lady if she woke up.

She stepped back into the living room and froze. The woman she left on couch wasn't the same. In her place was a blond haired goddess with skin like cream and a torn tattered silk gown. She slept on as if nothing happened. 'It's a witch' here was the proof that she needed. Technically witches were human who could use magic. The spell must have faded that would explain her appearance. She wasn't all that up on the rules of magic, and that didn't explain why she still wanted to get naked and introduce her self up close and personal.

Forcing herself to straighten up she looked at the wound, pouring disinfectant on the pad she started cleaning only to discover that the wound wasn't as bad as she thought. Now that she cleaned it, it looked like it had already begun to heal.

This wasn't a good thing.

She leaned back and took a really good look at her visitor. "Aw, phooey."

The creamy skin, miraculous healing, and the magic. She reached forward a swept the blond locks away from a pointy ear.

Fae.

A full blooded. Non changeling,born beyond the gates faerie fae. A born sidhe from the look of her. So what was she doing here?

The Fae weren't even suppose to be here. The Queen ordered it a few years back, so what was she doing here. She could count the number of fae she had met on one hand and this made three.

She began to pace across the quiet room, this whole thing reeked of trouble what was she gonna do? She didn't need the Fae and Demons showing up to causes trouble now when they were trying to broker peace between humans and others.

She bit back a curse and looked over to see sleepy long lashed blue eyes. It felt like she'd taken a punch to the stomach. Asleep she had been beautiful, awake she stole her breath. All the blood in Ashley's body had drained south.

She felt like she was drooling with her mouth open. The woman on the couch stretched and arched her body, then fell back with a smile on her lips.

"Hi." husky voiced fae said. "My name is Spencer. What's yours?"

Ashley felt like a lupine in heat hearing that voice. She rubbed her hand over her face only to find that the image of her stretching was forever burned into her memory.

"I'm so screwed." Ashley said

4.

Spencer smiled but she figured that would be rude to laugh at someone who had saved her. "All right, do you have a nickname, because I'm so Screwed is a mouthful."

Ashley scowled at her. "Ashley Davies, but more importantly, what are you doing here?"

Spencer swung herself into a sitting position and winced from the pain of her wound. It had begun to heal, but with little to no magic she guessed it would take a couple of days to heal. Which meant no dancing, and such a shame to. She would like to perform one of the seductive, hip grinding dances of the faerie for her would be rescuer. By the look of her with her mouth open and the small amount of drool, she would appreciate it.

"Lady," she growled, "You want to answer my question?"

"Not really."

Spencer examined the wound on her belly, so she didn't see Ashley's face, but she did hear the cursing.

"Do it anyway."

Spencer looked up and saw the barely controlled anger pointed at her. She'd been raised by her aunt's warriors and new when she saw one in a fit. In her experience it is always best to let them have their way. "I'm on vacation."

It looked like Ashley had planned to huff and puff and blow her house down, then she shut her mouth in confusion. "A vacation? What? Was the Fae Riviera overbooked?"

Spencer blinked at her. "No, I just hate getting all the sand in my hair."

"Yeah, I see." she glared at her. "I'm sure as soon as the queen hears your reasoning she'll sing bon voyage herself."

This caused Spencer to pull up short. She offered a soothing smile and replied. "Ashley, let's not be childish. There's no reason to bring in Aunt Paula into this..."

"Aunt Paula?"

Spencer watched in horror as the top of the lupine's head seemed to lift off and erupt in disbelief. Maybe she shouldn't have mentioned that. But of course that was what Ashley latched onto.

"Queen Paula, High Lady of the Sidhe, Queen of the Summer Court of Faerie, Mistress of the Living Forest and Empress of Earth, Air, and Water, you mean that Aunt Paula"

Spencer stood and took a few steps away closer to an escape route.

"Um yeah, maybe, a little."

"A little? That's your aunt? So I guess she'll make my life a living hell when she finds out your here. That's just great."

"Your overreacting just a bit don't you think?" she laughed " I mean Aunt Paula can be a little temperamental, but she's not unreasonable. She's not gonna get bent out of shape because I took a little trip."

Ashley crossed her arms and pinned Spencer with a glare. "So you got permission."

"Not really."

"Then what makes you think Paula won't pitch a royal fit?"

"You broke the law and at the worst time in history to dump your pretty little behind into my lap. I've got enough to worry about without this." Ashley said as she waved her hands up and down at Spencer.

It was rumored that their was a sprite in Spencer's family tree so she leapfrogged over anything she was going to say in her defense and went straight to, "Why is it the worst possible time in History?"

"What?"

"What's going on? Why is this the worst possible time for my vacation? You seem stressed...Is there something I can help with?"

"Your kidding, right?"

"No need to get upset I was just offering to help. I can you know, just tell me what the problem is and I'll lend a hand or two."

The werewolf bit back another curse.

"You can help by magicking something not so see through to wear and going back home through the gate you came out of before anyone knows your missing."

Spencer raised and eyebrow "Is that what passed for manners in the mortal realm? No wonder there are jokes about the irony of mortal civilization."

Ashley's head snapped around and she narrowed her eyes, "Now is not the time for you to lecture me, sweetheart."

The predatory glow in her eyes caught Spencer by surprise and sent a shiver down her spine, all at once she noticed the power in the body before her, the slightly heaving chest and the heat that radiated off her in waves. Spencer reacted to the warning of her instincts not with a retreat but with a suicidal tug of the tail of the beast.

"Oh? What would be better for you? I'd be happy to look at my calendar and pe..."

By the time she heard the growl it was to late. The werewolf slammed into her sending them into the wall behind her with a thud and a hiss she lost the air in her lungs.

She would have thought it better if she could have thought her a beast, if she could have maybe felt fear at what was happening. But no, all she felt was a wave of dizziness and a weakening of her knees as she leaned into her. She didn't put up a fight when Ashley forced her lips apart with her own, marking the territory as her own. She nipped at her lips, before kissing away the pain.

Moaning she let Ashley hold her up. She didn't seem to be having any problems keeping her pinned to the wall. While Spencer's hands wandered up and down her back and taking in the intoxicating flavor of her. She tasted of dark coffee thick with cream and sugar, and smelled like the forest after a light rain. She trembled with the need of her. She wanted to devour her, and never wanted to stop kissing her.

A half growl half purr, vibrated between them as Ashley leaned more into her, nestling her hips into the cradle of hers, pushing the flimsy gown until she felt the seam of the shorts push against her center.

She moaned and pushed harder against her wanting to magic the barriers of clothes away, but she had used all her magic with the demon attack.

The passion between them was becoming something more. Sheer teasing tendrils of magic began to form from their passionate desires. The magic danced around them and then it found the wound on her belly and healed it completely. It filled her with energy and filled up her depleted magic and her wish for no barriers became a reality. She moaned and clutched Ashley to her tighter.

The feel of naked flesh snapped Ashley out of it and she tore her lips away jerking her body away arms length away hanging on to Spencer so their bodies wouldn't touch. She swore violently she still burned with the need and heat to claim her as hers.

"What the hell are you doing?" she sounded more like wolf then a person. It took Spencer a few seconds to catch up. She couldn't figure out why they stopped. Why was Ashley upset?

Frowning she said, "I wasn't thinking," "I was too busy tasting you and feeling you, I don't know what your upset ab..."

"Sweetheart, I almost screwed you up against the wall and I haven't known you all of 72 minutes, 63 of which you were unconscious! You bet your bottom I'm upset."

Spencer's frown deepened, "But why? Is there something wrong with the wall?" she turned her head to look at said wall. "It seems fine to me."

Ashley made a choking sound. "That's not the point. This is crazy. It's impossible."

Spencer looked at her pointedly the flush on her cheeks, shortness of breathe her arousal on her leg.

"It looks very possible to me. Perhaps if you would stop yelling and let me get a little closer..."

She slid her leg up Ashley's leg and hooked it behind her hip and urged her forward. She thought she saw her eyes glazing over and her body begin to respond, but then she caught herself and turned away as if she had been electrocuted.

"Would you stop that?"

Ashley looked down at herself and noticed she had no clothes on, but to be fair neither did Spencer. "Put them back."

"I can't." she sighed.

"What do you mean you can't? I can't do magic so I didn't do it, that leaves you a magic fae with magic, do you see where I am going with this?" "Put them back."

"I can't."

"Now"

"I don't have the magic I'm drained." she scowled.

Ashley frowned, before she could accuse Spencer of lying Spencer said, "Fae magic is different from mortal magic. It's completely different. I can't use mortal magic only fae, and there's not enough here to use. I need to use the energy I brought with me from Fae."

"Then do that, use what you brought."

"I told you I'm drained. I don't have anything left. That's why you see what I really look like. I couldn't even keep that simple glamour going."

"Then where did our clothes go? If you don't have any magic." Ashley growled

Spencer shifted from foot to foot. She didn't see Ashley being all right with her siphoning off of her energy created by their encounter. Sex fueled fae magic, it proved a bit disturbing to the humans. Spencer didn't want to have to explain this to Ashley, who seemed to be getting more irritable as time past. If she found out she probably wouldn't even touch her again, and boy did she want her to.

"That was the last of it," cautiously meeting her gaze. "I'm surprised I even had enough to do what I did, but there's not any left. I can't reverse what's been done."

Ashley remained suspicious. She tugged Spencer behind her and crossed the room to another room. It had a huge rumpled bed in the middle of it. Spencer looked at Ashley and thought she shouldn't get her hopes up.

"Don't move."

She stood still and released a sigh. Ashley grabbed some clothes out of her drawers and threw them at her and told her to dress. With her back turned towards her she missed the wistful look that crossed Spencer's face. The way the fabric cupped her behind gently, the sway of her back her long neck. She missed the growl as Ashley stormed passed. "Get dressed."

Spencer really wished her instincts were reliable then she wouldn't be in this predicament, maybe just maybe she wouldn't feel that sleeping with one Ashley Davies would be the best night of her life, or that the woman would rather be chewing on broken glass than give in to the animal pull of their hormones.

This vacation wasn't as much fun as she planned.

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Sorry it took so long to get this back up...but I'm going thru it and trying to fix the mistakes I made with the spelling and what not. Be patient and I'll try and get some more up later...If you feel like it I would love some reviews...