Everything is Disney's, Tim's, Linda's, and Lewis's. Nothing is really mine except the boring, un-italicized words, and even then not very much. (Much...muchier...muchness?)
Author's Note: Words cannot describe how much I love this movie. Or the Mad Hatter. Or his and Alice's relationship (or hints thereof). So I tried to use them to describe said Hatter and Alice relationship. Not sure if that worked out either. If it's horrible I deeply apologize. Let me know, no?
Imaginary.
© JeanieBeanie33
Memories keep cluttering his m…m….
I'm investigating things that begin with the letter 'M.'
…mind? Yes, he was losing it. She wasn't here to bring it back to him, so now it kept galumphing back and forth between…what was he thinking again?
Have you any idea why a raven is like a writing desk?
He sees a slice of cake and thinks of her in a little blue dress, one he created just for her.
I like it!
To be at his trade again. She had that smile on, dressed in red. Not as good as his, but she looked perfectly lovely. She always did.
Why are you always either too small or too tall?
Did she not know she was perfect? Maybe he said the wrong thing.
What is the hatter with me?
Why would he say such things? What if that was why she was not coming back? Oh, Frabjous day...
You won't remember me.
No more Futterwacken when he said that. But then…she said…
Of course I will. I'll be back before you know it.
Sometimes – Time no longer forsook him, having forgiven him for killing It before, but oh how he wished it would, he could freeze it and wait for her again –
Of course I will.
– He could sometimes be there once more, before those terrifying moments when he kept watching, wanting to leap out there, snatch the sword, kill the Beast for her, and hold her, knowing she was safe, safe, safe…but she did not falter and she did not let him take her place….
Off with your head!
When she did her very worst, that's when it felt the best.
Callou! Callay!
Except for those moments at that party, when he finally saw her again after he'd killed Time far too long ago.
You're back!
That glorious moment. She had returned to where she belonged. Right next to him, at that table where they first met, only this time she was different.
Oh it's a good size! It's a great size!
No longer was she small. Well, when she was the right size.
It's the real and proper Alice!
Maybe she was too young, and he guessed he could be considered old. Maybe that's why she left.
Fairfarren, Alice.
Sometimes though. Sometimes she didn't leave. Sometimes she dumped that dreaded vile on the ground and smiled, a happy smile, not a sad, goodbyeing smile. Sometimes he didn't feel quite so…m…mad….
But I'll tell you a secret: all the best people are.
Reality. What a horrible word. Ripping, tearing, CLAWIN', CUTTIN', HEART-BREAKIN', ACHIN', RIP IT TEH SHREDS, RIP IT AWEH –
"HATTER!"
Imaginary was so much better. She would come back, wake him up from his tea party in the White Queen's palace, smile at him with that quiet smile and ask for more tea...Oh yes, everything was much better...
"You were much more...muchier. You've lost your muchness." "My muchness?" "In there."
...much better, when it was imaginary, in his...already lost head...
"In there."
Sometimes he could hear her voice.
"HATTER!" Hands on his face…
"I'm going to miss you when I wake up."
"Sometimes I believe in six impossible things before breakfast."
But it's never sounded quite so real as now….
"Hatter!"
