AN: Wow, I haven't updated in a while! Well, this is my first chapter story. It's about how Katie Gardener went to Wonderland. Yeah...

This isn't going to seem very "Wonderland-y" until about the last line. This is mostly based of the 2010 movie, not the earlier ones. Some of the parts will be changed, and most of the genders will be switched (i.e. Red King).

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or World of Warcraft.

Katie Gardener was angry. Wait, not angry, livid. Fuming. Enraged. Just plain pissed. So why was our favorite mild-mannered Demeter kid channeling her inner Ares?

The day started out pretty normal. She woke at 6:00 and brushed her teeth before stepping into a hot shower. Afterwards, she threw on her favorite pair of overalls over a plaid shirt. Then she woke her siblings and got out her gardening tools. Pretty normal day, huh? Well so it seems...

When she was done throwing a bucket of ice water on her brother Matthew, she went to the Big House to check out her favorite gardening blog, Plants Now. After she closed out of a window that proclaimed that she was the 1000000th visitor and will receive a free iPad if she just gave them all of her personal information, she clicked over to do her daily plant enlightenment. It was one of her favorite things to do, browsing through gorgeous blooms and tasty herbs, trying to pick out which one to plant that day. Although it was hard to find some types of seeds, it did help that she, an almighty daughter of Demeter, could conjure up any type of seedling with just her mind. Cool, huh? One of the many perks of being a genetic freak.

"Katie dearie, I have the simply most amazing news for you! "A shrill voice exclaimed behind her. With a tiny squeak, Katie fell out of the coffee-stained office chair before turning to glare at the person who made her do so.

"What do you think you're talking about?" Katie retorted. And then she actually saw who she was talking to, and her glare just slipped off her face. Why, you ask? Because standing in front of her was not some dimwitted nymph, or a rather clueless newbie. No, before her was her mother. Demeter, Goddess of the Earth, Agriculture, Harvest, and Forests. Yeah, that mother.

Katie felt the color drain from her face was her mom cocked an eyebrow.

"As you children say, 'whatever.' I have things on my mind more important than a disobedient child. As I had said before, I have amazing news for you! You're getting married!"

"WHAT?"

"Yes, isn't it great? I was in San Francisco, and I was hungry. I didn't feel like eating ambrosia or that food-smoke stuff, so I went to this bakery." Demeter started. "There was this bread, and it was amazing! Even as the Goddess of Agriculture, I thought it was perfect! And I'm not talking about bread. This was a masterpiece of grain, the Mona Lisa of agriculture, a superlative sculpture of nourishment, a-"

"Mom, get to the point." Katie was all to used to her mother's appreciation of baked goods.

"Yes, yes, be patient daughter. Anyway, I went to the kitchen to see which one of my children had baked this chef d'oeuvre. Now, get this. It wasn't one of my kids! So immediately, I thought, 'Now, which of my daughters will have the pleasure of wedding to this impeccable young lad?' Then the answer came to me. Which one of my children had single-handingly lead the Olympians to victory? A naïve Katie Gardener, of course! You should be thanking me!"

"Naïve?" muttered Katie, unbelieving.

"Yes, now let me continue." Demeter stated, annoyed. "As I was saying, the baker boy, his name is David Ascot. About 5'3", 115 pounds, green eyes, brown hair, not particularly handsome, but there is not matter. He is such an astounding baker, it makes up for his tooth-pickiness, his rather short height, that annoying nasal voice, and terrible hygiene. Now, he is rather smart. I know this because as soon as he saw me, he knew that I was in a position of great power. I told him that I had a sweet, pretty daughter who was sort of stupid. Of course, 'pretty' was stretching it, but anything to get him to wed you, right? Yes, yes, now he obviously agreed. Then, he told me some things about himself. He lives with his parents, he has never had a girlfriend, he is twenty-four, and he loves to play World of Warcraft. How interesting!"

"WHAT? He is twenty-four? I'm only nineteen!" Katie exclaimed.

"Oh, no matter. I set you guys on a date for later today. I have no idea how you got your average looks. I am quite ostentatious, and you father was rather dapper. Go make yourself somewhat presentable! No matter how hard it may be…"

And with a shock of bright light and a breeze of a wheat-scented air, she was gone.

"This is absolutely perfect!" Katie ranted to herself. "I'm now married to some 20-something nerd that makes good bread. I mean, I appreciate the art of grains just as much as the next guy, but really?"

"Tough day, huh?" a soft voice from behind her asked.

"You have no idea, Bramble." Katie said, turning to face her little nymph friend. The girl melted out of her blackberry bush, giving Katie a small, tight smile. Bramble scanned Katie's despaired face with her pale green eyes, trying to find the source of the sadness. Katie appeared to know what she was doing, because she whispered out, "Demeter." The nymph understood completely. As one of the demigod's best friends, she knew of Katie's family troubles. Her father had been slayed by a Basilisko (an extremely deadly North-African serpent, whose touch alone could wither plants and kill a man) when she was only four. Afterwards, she was adopted by her uncle and his family, but Katie never felt that they accepted her as one of their own kids. That was why she spent most of her time at camp.

"Do you want some time alone? Maybe do some gardening? I heard that the day lily is in again," offered Bramble, trying to be helpful.

"I don't really feel like planting anything right now. I'll just go take a walk or something. Enjoy my last moments of freedom, you know?" Katie said before walking toward a small dirt path leading to the woods.

"If you're sure..."

Katie felt a little guilty about ditching Bramble like that. She had gotten pretty close to Bramble when Chiron had sent the tree nymph to help fix some burnt grass on the Cabin 4's roof, result of the twin idiot sons of Hermes ("We didn't mean to set off fireworks from the top of your cabin while you were sleeping!").

As she sat on the tan dirt in the center of a small grove in the forest, she completed her choices. Maybe she could run away? Nah, her mom was a freaking Goddess. Why couldn't Demeter just have been an accountant? At her mother's name, her blood started to boil. If she had a normal mom, she wouldn't have to deal with any of this demigod stuff. If she had a normal mom, she would live in a normal house in a normal suburb; instead, she lived at a freaking summer camp for freaks! If she had a normal mom, her daddy wouldn't be dead!

At the thought of her sweet father, tears started to form in her eyes. They traced their way down her cheek before hitting the tan dirt. It was Katie's fault that he was dead. The monster had scented her and went to look for her. Her father had been killed as he protected her. She had saw him crumple at the Basilisko's simple touch looking so weak, not at all the strong, gruff man she had always saw him as…

She shook her head, tears flinging off her face and falling to the ground. She was already an adult. She shouldn't be acting like the frail ten year old she really was. Everyone saw her as the leader of the Demeter cabin, a leader, a hero, but she really wasn't. She dropped her eyelids.

Katie opened her eyes again, trying to distract herself. And what she saw, well, she was pretty distracted. Why? Because, before her, there was a bone-white bunny.

Actually, that wasn't the weird part. They're plenty of rabbits around camp. They snuck in and sometimes stole celery from the satyrs. But this rabbit was different.

It was wearing a hot pink waistcoat.

AN: Sooo, watcha think? Review! Constructive critisize! Flame! Whatever you want!