Author's Note: This story is much more enjoyable if you have seen Disney's Alice in Wonderland. It's mostly crack I suppose, but I hope you enjoy it!
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John Watson awoke to the sound of eating. Blinking his eyes, he propped himself up on an elbow and peered up into the face of the man standing over him.
He was a tall man with blonde hair that stuck out under the cap he was wearing. He was dressed in a smart waistcoat. His blue eyes sparkled in the sun, his mouth, full of the carrot he was munching on, was turned up in a friendly smile.
"Uh, hullo," John said, getting up.
"Hi!" the man said, extending a hand, "Sebastian."
"John." The man shook his hand warmly.
He cocked his head to the left and surveyed John, nibbling on the carrot in his left hand.
"Can I help you?" John asked.
The man shook his head. "Just observing. I better be getting back anyway." He pulled out a large pocket watch. Checking the time on it, he mused, "Yup. I'm late. Bugger." he tipped his hat to John, "Goodbye John!" Then he was gone.
John looked around him. Where was he? And where was Sherlock? Hadn't they just been staking out a house for a case? And now he was in a deserted field, with no one around apart from the man with the carrot. Maybe he would know what happened to Sherlock.
John scampered after him. Sebastian was far ahead, stepping lightly through the grassy meadow. He stopped by a large tree, looked behind him and then disappeared near its roots.
John made it to the tree. There was no sign of Sebastian, just a hole in the ground near a gnarled root. The man had to have gone in the hole.
Crouching down on all fours, John peered into the hole. It appeared to be some kind of rabbit hole, dug deep under the tree. The entrance was large and a man could easily sip down into the hole, but John knew not where it led, and he didn't fancy soiling his jumper. Instead he yelled into the hole.
"Excuse me, but can you tell me where I am?" No reply. John leaned a little further into the hole. "Hullo?" He leaned further, peering down into the darkness, clutching the tree root for support. Still no answer. "Can you hear me?"
He leaned again and his grip on the root slipped. He tumbled head first into the hole, down into the darkness. His jumper was defiantly going to get soiled.
He fell through the darkness for some time before he began to suspect that this was no normal hole. It kept going. He was starting to think that he might fall through the black forever, when suddenly the tunnel was filled with lights, actual lights.
All along the dirt walls of the tunnel there were lamps and lights from different decades. John spied a couple of gas lamps and a strobe light. Suddenly the dirt walls became wallpapered. The wallpaper turned into tiles and John found that he could see a floor, it looked as though it were miles away.
A ticking noise met his ears and he saw that he was surrounded by clocks. Grandfather clocks, digital clocks, tiny clocks, big clocks, all ticking away and all showing different times.
As soon as they had appeared they were gone and the chamber was filled with silence. John looked down and saw that the floor was rapidly approaching. He prepared himself for the bone crushing finish to his fall, but it never came. Instead he landed lightly on his bum.
He looked up into the tunnel. He thought he could see the hole that he had fallen through, but he dismissed the idea as crazy.
Getting up he looked around. He had fallen into a small circular room. There was nothing in it apart from a tiny door, which appeared to be locked.
John went over to the door and inspected it. It would be a tight squeeze, but he could fit through it. If only he could find the key.
As if the room had read his mind, a glass table suddenly appeared, a black key sitting atop it. John went over to the table and grabbed the key. A small bottle sat next to the key. He picked it up with his other hand, reading the note pinned to it: Drink Me.
John's eyebrows furrowed. Drink me? He opened the bottle; a delicious smell met his nose. He put the bottle up to his mouth and let the liquid touch his tongue. It tasted sweet, like sugar. It didn't taste like poison, and John found that he was suddenly very thirsty. He figured that it couldn't hurt to take a sip.
As soon as he had swallowed the mouthful of liquid he began to feel strange. There was a tingling sensation throughout his body and his vision was off. The room appeared to be getting larger. No. He was getting smaller.
John gasped as he realized he was shrinking. The key fell from his hand, being far too large for him to hold now. He continued to shrink until he was no larger than the key.
The door loomed above him. There was no way he could unlock it now, seeing as he was barely bigger than a fork. He sat down next to the key and began to think.
This had to be a dream. There was no other possible explanation. He hoped he would wake up soon, because he was getting very bored.
"Yoohoo!" A voice cut into his thoughts. He looked in the direction of the speaker, but all he saw was the door. The door?
The door suddenly had a face. And not just any face, on the door, was the face of Mrs. Hudson.
"Hullo, dear!" Mrs. Hudson said, her wooden face all smiles.
"Mrs. Hudson?" John said, looking up into her face.
"Who?" She looked past him at the bottle of liquid and mused, "You drank that infernal thing, didn't you? I always get the ones who fall for that. Well that key will be of no use to you now, love. So sorry."
"So I'm stuck here?" John asked.
"Perhaps not. You could squeeze through my lock." She looked down at the lock which made up her left cheek.
John peered up at the lock. It was an old style lock, the keyhole the classic shape. If he could jump high enough he might be able to reach it. He tensed his muscles and jumped. His fingers caught hold of the bottom of the hole, and he pulled himself into it.
"Good jump, dearie!" Mrs. Husdson's voice echoed around him. "Now just climb through.
John obeyed, trying not to think about the fact that he was climbing through the lock of a door that resembled his landlady. He came out on the other side of the lock and dropped to the ground. Mrs. Hudson's face appeared on the other side of the door.
"The mushrooms will help with the size difference," she said giving him a smile, "Good luck, dear!" Her face disappeared and John was left staring at the back of the door.
He shook his head. Mushrooms that change your size? Mrs. Hudson as a door? This was one heck of a dream, if it was a dream at all.
Turning around John found himself facing a large forest. But it wasn't a forest at all, it was blades of grass, so tall compared to John that they looked like giant redwoods. Rolling up the sleeves of his jumper, John was about to venture into the giant blades when a voice came from behind him.
"Oi! Did you follow me here?"
John turned around. It was Sebastian, but there was something strange about him. Not only was he now the same size as John, but in place of his cap were two large, fuzzy, white rabbit ears.
Sebastian stepped closer to John, pointing a finger at him and remarking, "Why did you follow me?" John could see his whiskers twitching. Whiskers?
"I, uh, I fell down the hole and ended up here," John said, trying not to stare at Sebastian's ears.
"You fell down the hole, did ya?"
"I did. Sorry, but can you tell me where I am and how I can get back to, uh, well, reality?"
Sebastian shook his head, making his ears flop about. "No can do. You're on your own. I'm still late and I have to be off. So good day!" He gave John a slightly buck toothed grin and then bounded away into the grass forest.
John tried yelling after him, but it was all in vain. Sebastian the rabbit man was gone. John stared up at the grass. He would have to find his own way out of this strange world where doors talked and men were half animal.