Carter in Wonderland.

Chapter 1: It's a Twister! It's a Twister!

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Carter was in the middle of the compound playing ball with the other men. He was on third base. The batter was one of their best. He hoped that he'd hit it far so that he could get to the home plate. The other men were trying to distract him by calling, "Hey batter, batter." However this batter was not so easily tricked. The ball was thrown at intense speeds, but that didn't bother this man. He kept a steady eye on the ball and when the time was right he swung. The bat hit the ball with a loud crack and sent the ball flying yards away. It went and went until it was over the fence and in the woods. Carter followed the ball as well as he could until something else caught his eye. He stopped on his way to the home plate, mid run. There, making its way toward the camp, was a large twister. Carter turned and, while finishing his run to the home plate, ran into the barracks to warn Hogan. However when he entered the barracks no one was in it. He quickly looked around. He ran back out. The camp had cleared when they saw the twister coming. Everyone had headed for shelter. Carter figured he'd best do the same. The twister was at the gate by now and moving fast.

He ran into the barracks and went into Hogan's quarters hoping maybe to find the man there. But to no avail. He went to the window the twister was right there. It blew the glass of the window open hitting Carter in the head. He crashed to the floor. He felt like he was spinning around and around. Everything was black and smelled of dust. Perhaps from the wind. He knew he should get up and try and find some sort of shelter, but he couldn't move. He was laying on something hard.

When he opened his eyes he looked around himself. He was lying on the floor of Hogan's quarters. Everything had been blown and knocked about. The stool had been blown across the room and broken from its impact against the wall. Hogan's desk was on its side, papers were spewed across the floor. Carter got to his feet. He had been lying on his side. He must have landed pretty hard because he was sore on his right side. Slowly he made his way into the common room. His head was pretty sore too.

He must have been hit pretty hard. He looked around no one was in the barracks. He realized that the door and windows were missing. Now it wasn't simply there was a gaping hole in the wall now, because the wall was there. As though no damage had ever been give to it, but the door and windows had all been replaced by wall boards.

Panicking, Carter went back into Hogan's quarters hoping to get out of that window. But when he looked out, there was a drop that he had no intension of jumping from. It was dark and foggy out there and the ground was no where to be seen. No doubt he was over a large abyss that had sharp rocks at the bottom. How did he get here? Did the twister really carry him all the way over here? And where was here? He decided not to get to worried about it. But wait. What if the barracks lost balance and fell into the abyss because he was running around in it? Now he wasn't really going to be running around in it, but walking yes.

The floor seemed sturdy enough. He decided to go back to the common room. If he sat in the center of the barracks then it wouldn't tip right?

So in he went. He saw a Frenchman, Lebeau, leaning over the stove. He wore rabbit ears for some reason. Maybe he hit his head pretty hard and was hallucinating that he was a rabbit. "Lebeau!"

Lebeau looked over startled, took a sip of the stew that was on the stove and POOF!

Carter looked around. "Huh?" Lebeau was gone. Then he caught something out of the corner of his eye. "Lebeau?" A miniature Frenchman went running across the floor.

Carter followed him and saw him dive under a bunk. Carter dove under only to hit the wall. He opened his eyes, holding his forehead from the impact, and saw the Frenchman run into a small mouse hole.

Carter, disappointed, pulled out from under the bunk. He sighed and looked over to the stew. Well, it can't be that bad. Then he thought up a pretty lame joke. Its so bad, it SHRINKS, your appetite! He laughed to himself then took a spoonful of it and he felt himself swaying everything became a haze. He saw faces before him and thought for sure they were real, but they were so blurry that he knew better than to believe them. He squeezed his eyes shut and when he opened them he was barely a couple inches high. He cheered in his now small voice then made his way to the mouse hole. He ran under the bunk and looked in. It was dark and he thought he saw cobwebs in there. He saw some movement further down the tunnel. He decided to wait a minute. He was sure there was a box of matches in Newkirk's foot locker. He ran over to his bunk and the footlocker. Lucky for him there was a very small hole in the corner of it. He squeezed in by some luck and went to search for it. He mostly could only feel around for it but he had a pretty good idea where it was. He climbed on top of something and lost his footing. Down he went into a pair of Newkirk's boots.

Carter coughed and gagged at the smell. When was the last time the Englander washed those things? He managed to climb out and shove his head through the hole of the footlocker for some air. He sat there soaking up the oxygen for a minute, then went back to work finding those matches. He avoided any bad smelling shoes and managed to find the book of matches. He pulled them out of the hole after maneuvering them and bending the book a bit. He tore a match out and scraped it along the pack. He quickly ran under the bunk and into the mouse hole. It was like carrying a torch, it was.

He had gone maybe twenty feet, (small person distance) before realizing there was no way that the wall between the outside and in was this thick. He thought maybe he took a wrong turn then realized that he had not turned at all. In all his thinking he wasn't paying attention to the match which was burning down the handle. He felt the flame lick at his hand and in his alarm dropped the match which immediately went out. Now he was all alone in the darkness. He decided to continue walking. He realized he should have brought the book of matches with him. But it was rather large to lug around. So he went onward feeling his way by the wall. After another hundred feet, (again, small person distance) he could see a light. He ran for it and ran right out into a strange town. Everything was his size now. Was he back to normal, or was everything small sized? He turned around and the tunnel he had gone through was gone, only strange trees and a forest were behind him. Why did the trees have candy growing on them? And why did they have strange colored leaves? Pink leaves? Orange leaves? Purple leaves with red polka dots? How strange. He looked back to the town there were buildings that were curvy and spindly with strange colors and stripes. "How curious." He stopped. When did he ever say that?

He heard a strange noise and looked up. He saw a large building falling from the sky. He dove for cover just before it crashed in the middle of the town. When he looked around himself he saw that it hadn't stirred up any dust, everything was still very bright and happy. He looked over to the building; It was barracks two. Only it had no door or windows. What was going on? Had he not been in barracks two before he came here? He looked over to the window, No it was definitely barracks two. He saw himself get up from the floor as he had earlier and leave the room.

Then bubbles started blowing past him. "Bubbles?" he asked as he turned and saw Hilda in a long Pink gown with a long staff and head dress coming toward him in a giant bubble. "How Cur-" He stopped , he didn't say those words, darn it!

Then Hilda landed and greeted him. "Hello Andrew, I'm glad you made it."

"Uhm, Where am I?" Carter asked taking a step forward, finally a familiar face.

"Why, you are in the Wonderful Wonderland of Oz." She motioned around the landscape.

Carter was sure he'd lost his mind at this point. A small mouse ran out of the barracks wall boards and went straight to Hilda who casually scooped him up. "This is Felix you must taking him and guard him well, for if the Wicked Witch was to get him or even the Queen of Hearts, things would not be too pleasant for any of us."

Carter carefully took the mouse. "Why is that?"

Hilda didn't look like she knew the answer so she changed the topic. "Yes, if you hadn't dropped his house of the Wicked Witch's sister then this whole town would be in trouble.

Carter wasn't amused. Then it hit him. "I dropped a house on someone?" He asked panicked.

"Of course!" Hilda was so cheerful.

"Oh I didn't mean it honest! Especially of they were innocent." Carter didn't want to be responsible for crushing someone with a building! Blowing them up, now that was another story.

"Oh they weren't! They were after Felix too." Then she thought of something to tell the young man. "You see if they put the mouse into a spell concoction it will send a plague out all over the land and kill everyone and everything!" That sounded pretty good right?

Carter believed her of course. "Oh no! That's terrible!" He looked down at the mouse who looked emotionally scarred for life.

"Don't worry I'll take good care of him!"

"That's a good boy!"

"Not so fast!" Carter looked up and there was a short man with a beard, wearing all black and a pointed hat. A wizard? He thought.

"The Wicked Witch!" Hilda said seriously.

Carter started laughing. "Witches are girls! That's the ugliest girl I ever saw!" the Wicked Witch stormed down from his broom and stomped up to Carter. "For your information. I'm a Warlock not a witch!"

Carter's laughed was suppressed slightly. "Oh, okay. Because you sure don't look like a girl to me!"

The man turned with the huff, "Why do I have to play the Wicked Witch? This is so stupid! Believe me heads will roll for this!" he was talking to himself mainly. "…and besides…" the man turned back, "WHAT IS THIS MAN DOING HERE?"

Carter backed away from the man and hid behind Hilda. "You wont get Felix!"

"Oh, just watch me!" The Wicked Witch.. err Warlock circled around Hilda, who did nothing, and grabbed the mouse from Carter's hand.

"Hey!" Carter tried to snatch the critter back but to no avail.

Hilda looked at the mouse. "Wow I guess you're right, well," She snatched the mouse back. "You still can't have him." She handed him back to Carter who graciously accepted. "Now, let's fight!" Hilda started twirling her staff and the Wicked Witch pulled forth his broom and the two started an epic battle... which was really more like a cat fight, if the Wicked Witch were a girl.

Carter stood by and watched. "Do you think I should try and stop them?" he asked Felix who gave a frightened, violent shake of the head.

Just then the two fighters began throwing lightening bolts. One of them split a tree that Carter was standing three feet from. Then Hilda, using her staff cast a fire ball at the Wicked Witch That exploded at contact. However that didn't even slow the Witch down.

Debris and smoke flew over by Carter who stood there astounded. "Uhmm..." the battle was still going, so what did he do? Why he turned tail and got the heck out of there that's what! He figured he'd let them sort it out on their own. None of them made much sense anyway.

[AN] Alright so I hope you like Alice in Wonderland and The Wizard of Oz as much as I do. I thought this would be a cute fic. At first I wasn't going to do it, but I couldn't resist it anymore! So I hope you like! Please R&R!