Summarynotes: The OC/Abgrial is mine. Enjoy. : Sorry for OOCS and Errors.

The summer season was in. How I loved the summer. It was the heat, young folks falling in love. It was your favorite.
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As the sun cooperates with the folks and plants, Mister Gowland was out with his mini garden. Sunflowers. His favorite. How they stand tall, kissing the sun's ray, all of their yellow bright. How they tickle your nose when you pick for their seeds. How Sunflowers, the children from the sun, how can you stay like that?

Gowland smiled at the sunflowers, "Hello again. Sorry I was late." He apologized to the flowers. He rubbed the back of his head, in embarrassment. His lips were waterless from the stress and his eyes were sleepy because of the chaos. "But I am here now."

The middle age man relaxed his black gloves over the yellow bosoms. The gloved hands scratch the spots that make the flowers glow more. "Oh Abby. I wish you can see this."

"It's Alice."

"Huh? Oh! It's Alice doll!" The man looked over to his right, not letting go of the flower. He made that ridiculous smile, "I am glad you're here sweetpea!"

The young maiden with light brown hair and big blue eyes, it was hard to be disappointed at the little lady. Little blue dress with that cute bow, that was Alice Liddell. The Outsider of Heartland. The young lady brushed those locks over her gentle shoulder, "Pardon me, but…" She bended her back and knees, over to the kissing sunflowers. "Who are you talking to?"

"Me? Ha! No one." He wanted to brush off the discomfiture of talking to….the sunflowers. But….he was looking at them as a person. "Nobody at all." He stroked the moderate blossoms. "Well, actually. I am talking to someone."

"Hmm?" The brunette turned her head over that him. "Really now?" She rose a brow, looking around her area. No one was there. Midlife crisis? "Well…maybe you should rest Mar-"She coughed, "Gowland. The sun is getting kind of hot-"

"You don't seem to understand." His tone sounded more grave-like.

"Gowland…"

The waterless lips placed a peck on the petals.

"Abigail. Beautiful Abigail. The eyes of earth and hair of gold." He closed his eyes at that image of his dialogue.

"Abigail?" The puzzled lady looked at Gowland. "Who is she?"

The merry aged man looked over with a smile. "Well, I would keep it a secret, but how can I keep it away from a charming young darling like yourself!" He laughed as he was finally on his both feet. "Come. Have a seat." Gowland took the gentle hand of Alice.

They sat under those silly flashy umbrella tables with two little chairs. "This is the best seat, ya'll know?" He pointed out that fact, "You can see all the rollacoasters and rides from all angles." Gowland chuckled with a wink, "People die for this seat, ya'll know?"

Alice made a fake smile, with a sweat drop. "Yeah?" She looked around her environment. Wow…he was right. The rollacoasters was in bright colors with little bits of blond, red and brown in the silly carts. The Ferris wheel of blue circled with silly couples. Even when Gowland brags, he at least get his facts right.

When wondering eyes looked over at Gowland's action, Alice saw him dazing off into space. He seems to be dreaming about something, more like replaying a memory. His rugged chin relaxed on those black gloves, his aqua eyes is now a navy color and his expression was….quiet.

"Umm," The blue dressed Alice,"…about Aba-"A finger was placed on her peach lips.

"Don't mention that name in public." The blissful tone was played by the Old Man, with him hovering over the table. Alice nodded nervously and kept quiet. Gowland fell back into his seat, fizzling with his fingers, "How about a nice story about a man and a young lady as lovely as a doll."

"But what about-"

Mary rode his brow, signing her to keep shut. So she did. "Pardon."

"Ya'll Alice, this wasn't always a happy amusement park. It was simple. Very much like…." He grinded his teeth.

"Ummm Blood?" She dumbly answered.

"Don't!...mention that name." He stopped his steam from exploding.

Oh! She forgot, Gowland hated Blood with a passion. Mention that name, he will explode. It was a shock that he stopped himself. "Oh! I am sorry!" She covered her lips. Then again, his actions are questionable.

"I'm Sorry Sweety pie. Did I scare you?" He made a worried look.

"No no." And thank god she was used to this. Last time, she was dragged/ran off with

Blood when he went insane. But she was used to this. But with Boris and company.

"Well…should I go to the story doll?" He was panting his steam away.

"Yes Please." She remained calm, brushing off that outbreak.

"Well…in my day, I was quite like…..him. But better, of course. I had money, power, women, and firearm, everything I wanted. Till…she came along."

"It's an honor to be the new maid for the Grand Duke himself."

"What smells like peppers? And not the good kind."

10 years ago. When M. Gowland was one of the most powerful people in heartland, he controls most of heartland territories. M. Gowland has money, territories, women, everything in his power. As a young, seditious owner himself, he wants nothing more than command.

The man was a strong killing machine. Unable to be controlled. With violent mood swings, he can't be tamed. But his appearance made him forgivable. The short reddish brown hair was disobedient and aqua eyes of a gentleman. His face was clean and soft with rough lips and body. Gowland was that trouble boy who wanted everything.

Today, he was interviewing with a young maiden outside of the area in construction (It was going to be a factory inc). A young faceless lady in a yellow flower gown and a messy bun for hair, very simple. M. Gowland have seen too many people like her. Then again, she wasn't going to be important. She wanted to be his maid. Nothing new. Just a new toy.

"Well, I like to use peppers in my cooking." The faceless brushed her escaped locks over one ear, "I happen to cook-"

The young man looked over his paperwork behind his glasses, "Cook?" The black gloves hid under his chin, glancing at the faceless woman. "Tell me…about your cooking."

The faceless made a weird expression, "What? Oh well I-"The black gloves placed on her lips.

"Don't explain anymore." He shut her up. She slapped his hand away, "Don't touch me!"

M. Gowland smirked, "Alright, alright. Don't get your stockings in a bunch." He quoted, making the faceless blushed furiously. He returned to his papers.

"Hmph." She responded, making sure that her stockings weren't disorganized.

The young Gowland looked up, "Well how do you feel if you are our new cook? But unless you are too scared that you will become overweight and-"

"Hey! What's that suppose to mean? I have you know-"

"You're hired."

"Huh?"

"You heard me. Now scoot."

"Oh…umm. Thank you sir?"

The two employees on each side escorted the young maiden out of the office, making sweet gigglers to each other. As they reached the door, "Oh! What do you want me to cook-"

The door slam shut in the woman's face, with an "Ouch." But the employees sweep off that thud.

"Sir, Sir! The new cook looks lovely as daffodils!" The one worker yelp with glee.

Gowland rolled his eyes, "But the smell of pepper is overbearing an- achoo!" Gowland sneezed.

"Uggh." Gowland rubbed his trembles, "This is going to be a long day."

Author'snote: I wanted to make a Gowland x OC fanfic cause…;3; he needs more love and pairing him with Alice is just creepy. Haha And for the later chapters, Boris will appear in them 3. Well as we all know, Gowland is the Parody of the Duchess and if you read the Original Alice in Wonderland, you will understand that. Oh, Sorry about young gowland's personality, but I wanted to give him that "Blood Personality" and this was around when…blood and videli were kids I believe. Anyway, enjoy and give me more ideas 8 D Should I continue this?