Title : A Solitary Card
Rating : T, but may be M in later chapters
Pairing : Hatter/OC – don't like, don't read
Category : TV Alice, 2009
Synopsis : When Hatter captures one of the dealers from the casino, she fights him at every turn. Somehow, the Hatter and the Dealer must learn to co-operate. HatterOC
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Chapter One
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Thoughts flooded into her mind. Too fast; too sudden an influx for her fragile composure. Red and purple marks stained her wrists beneath the rope that held them tightly together. Her ankles were marred by the same condition.
"Well, well. Look who's finally decided to join us." She looked up at the sound of the voice, searching around her desperately to find the source. A cleanly dressed man with a hat stared back at her. "You've been dirtying my grass for the past week, sweetheart."
"A week?" She squeaked, her voice rusty from lack of use, and he smirked.
"If it weren't for you, we'd have quite a few more out of the casino." Her red shoes were stained with god knows what, and her red and white dress were muddy and wet.
"I only did what I had to do to stay alive." She retorted hotly.
"Oh, I'm sure you did. The queen's little denizen, working away at draining every last drop of emotion from the poor little oysters." He says, sarcasm dripping from every word that left his mouth.
"Shut up!" She shouted, her eyes pricking with fresh tears. "You don't know anything!"
"I know you work for the Queen of Hearts. That's all that matters." She struggled at her bindings, and he hesitated before walking over and slicing through the ones at her ankles, then taking a hold of her hands roughly and pulling them to her chest. "Don't try to go anywhere."
The second she was free, she tried to run; it's in her nature. The Hatter, for that's who has her captured in his office, reacted instinctively, leaping at her and sending them both to the ground, where he pinned her hands above her head. "Let me go!"
"What did I say about trying to run?" He retorted, and she resigned herself to glaring at him. "Come on sweetheart. Work with me here. Tell me why you helped the Queen."
"Because I'm one of them! I'm an Oyster, damnit!" There were tears in the corners of her emerald eyes then, sliding across alabaster skin and hissing steam as they hit the grass. "If the Queen believed I was on her side, I could get into the inner workings of the casino. I could bring it down from the inside!"
"You're a part of the resistance?" He questioned, his eyebrows shooting skywards in surprise and his voice gaining at least two octaves. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"I don't know about any resistance! I acted of my own volition. Without any help from anyone."
"You thought to bring down the whole house of cards alone?" He snorted, standing and holding out a hand. After a few moments, she reached out with one slender hand and he pulled her easily to her feet. "Sweetheart, unless your name is Alice, you're a fool."
"I'm not a fool!" She half-shouted and he gave her a look that said 'Chill, woman' before pouring his tea into a glass cup. She stood there in silence, then sighed. "It's Kyra."
The Hatter looked up at her, a tiny girl beneath a fearsome mop of red hair, and frowned in confusion.
"My name. It's Kyra."
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There shall be another chapter up very soon.