Hoo'kayso here's my first songfic! Not my first fanfic though, which you can find here, .net/s/5814608/1/Quite_Peculiar_Indeed if anyone wishes to read it. It's quite a silly idea, but still kind of possible. But I digress, this is a songfic for a song that I found so fitting to the Mad Hatter, Only One by Yellowcard. Listen to it. It's a good song. But anyway, enjoy, and it's probably going to have a Chapter 2! =]

Broken this fragile thing now, and I can't I can't pick up the pieces.

The Mad Hatter stared down at the shattered tea cup. He had thrown it to the ground in a fit of rage. Just what he needed, another lost comrade in his inner battle of emotions. He noted that those had been occuring more recently, ever since she left. It pained him to even think her name, now that she was gone, whenever she was mentioned he felt a throbbing in his chest. There it was now, just thinking of her. Alice. His Alice...

And I've thrown my words all around, but I can't, I can't give you a reason.

Off he went, on another rant about her leaving and leaving him, and how he had been so foolish as to let her go. March and Mally had tried to comfort him on a few occassions, but they had been failing more and more. They just couldn't understand his reasons for being angry. They had never let the love of their life disappear through their fingers. He got lost in his words that slid off his Outlandish tongue like venom. Luckily he was alone at his tea table today.

I feel so broken up. And I give up.

He had given up trying to comfort himself into a cheerier mood. Sure, he had been able to do it before, but then Alice had been gone for just a year. Now it was becoming far too long a wait for his liking.

I just want to tell you so you know...

He so wished that he had told her how he felt that fateful day before she left. Why hadn't he!? Imbecile! Worthless, good for nothing scrum was what he was!

Here I go. Scream my lungs out, to try and get to you, you are my only one.

He was screaming her name. Again. He had found himself doing this recently as of late. Just tearfully screaming her name and pronouncing his love to her to no audience but the trees. If only he had the courage to tell her himself.

I let go. There's just no one who gets me like you do.

He had let her go. Not because he wanted to, but because she had wanted it. She wanted a bright future, not filled with tea parties and madmen. Still, he felt that no one understood him like she did. Those lovely baby blues that pieced through his suffering and pain and sunk their way into his soul, how he loved them. That lovely honey hair that always accented her face in a angelic frame. She had been so wondrous at getting him out of his anger attacks, as he called them. No matter how horribly deep he was in one, she could just place those lovely dainty hands on his face, look into his soul, and call his name. And he'd be there for her. Back to his usual self that he was seeing less and less of these days.

You are my only, my only one.

Sure, there had been other girls who had shown interest in him. He was the Queen's Hatter after all, and he was a master at his trade. Thus he was expected to be a bit popular. But no matter whom it was, he never felt for anyone how he felt for Alice. His lovely, dreamy, beautiful Alice.

Made my mistakes let you down, and I can't, I can't hold on for too long.

Sure, he had made mistakes when she was in Wonderland, as she called it. And he prefered the name to Underland. Underland sounded more boring, unappriecative even. She had seen him at his worst, while caught up in fits of rage, but for some reason she never seemed to mind. She was so understanding, so loveable. But, even when she arrived in Wonderland the second time, he knew that she wouldn't be staying. She always left. So why? Why had he even had these feelings in the first place? Maybe because he thought that they were fleeting. Just a strength of a good friendship is all. But he was wrong. What he felt for her was much more.

Lead my whole life in the ground. And I can't, I can't get up when you're gone.

These darned feelings! They had caused him to become an emotional wreck! One second, fine, the next, in a fit on anger or tears. Both of which resulted in him chanting her name, curled up in a ball somewhere. His spirits had been crushed the day she left, and she had taken a part of him back with her to her reality.

Something's breaking up, and I feel like giving up, I won't walk out until you know...

He could feel his heart breaking. He shouldn't be thinking of her like this, but he couldn't help himself. He felt like giving up on returning to his old, happy, cheerful Hatter of a self. But what of March and Mally? Surely they would be displeased. As would the White Queen. Thinking of disappointing them just set him further into depression. Until, he decided for their benefit, he would try to hold on. He struggled to get himself to his chair at the head of the table. And once there, he spotted something out of the corner of his eye. It couldn't be, could it? He shakily reached out, and gathered the teapot in his hands. It's cold porcelain felt nice against his warm hands. Slowly, he reached inside, and yes! It was! The exact tea pot that he had hidden Alice in! Oh how joyous he was that he had not smashed it like many of its bretheren. His hand darted inside to excavate the piece of fabric that was once Alice's dress. He cuddled it to his tear-stained face. The fabic felt quite nice, and despite the years, the smell of her still clung to its fabric. It gave him an idea.

Here I go, so dishonesly, leave a note, for you my only one.

It was a brilliantly fabulous idea. He was going to contrive a note for Alice for when she returned! Surely no one else would see it, for no one entered that room, the portal from Alice's world to Wonderland. Into his house he dashed, grabbing a pen and paper and thoughtfully putting the tip of the pen to his face. Hmm, how to begin this...Ah! A little of this here, and a little of that there. Perfect! He admired his creation, it was short, simple, but lovely, like Alice.

"Dear Alice,

For when this note reaches your hands upon your return, just wanted to let you know that I'll be in my proper place, waiting for you. And when you come, we shall have a gloriously wondrous tea party!

Lo-- No, he crossed that out. Your friend,

Tarrant Hightopp, The Mad Hatter."

"Mad for you", he thought as an afterthought, but thought it best not to put that in there. She probably didn't feel the same way about him anyway.

And I know, you can see right through me, so let me go, and you will find someone.

Happily, he skipped through the beaten path towards the Doorway Room, as he called it. For it was a doorway to different worlds, and had many doors in it. But, wait. He examined his letter again. Oh darn, she was surely going to see the "Love" that was crossed out. Sure it said "Lo" at the moment, but she was a brilliant girl and would see through it's little black veil. No matter, she would take it as a formailty. Yes, a formailty error between friends, is all. But...wait, again. He stopped in his tracks. What if by the time she came back she had...found someone? No, no, even though he let her go, that piece of him that she stole with her would not let her get involved with someone, right? He had to trust his piece-self that he wouldn't be betrayed. So he did. It all made sense to him. Possibly Alice's departure just made him madder.

Along the walk he pet Alice's dress, which he had lovingly stuffed into his pocket. He hoped very hopefully that she would find the letter. He approached the Doorway Room and entered through one of the larger doors, for it was locked only from the inside. Once in there, he paused to take in his surroundings. A hole in the ceiling no doubt from Alice. They had patched it up since her first visit, but she had burst through it again on her second. He was glad that they hadn't patched it up again, for it would be something gone that he could remember Alice by. Even if they did patch the hole, at least he had the dress.

Lovingly, he placed the note on the table, right under the "Drink Me" vial. Maybe he should write in a reminder of hwo to use the door properly. But no, he was sure that next time she would remember. So off he went, skipping back along the trail to his lovely tea party, humming the Lobster Quadrille.

It was not until a few months later that the note was noticed...

Oooh cliffhanger, kind of. But please, Review, Flame, I don't care, just say something! It makes my life more enjoyable! And allows a cheesy chapter 2 to be posted sooner! :D