I am writing another one yep! So bring on the sticks and stones!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Underland, Alice in Wonderland, or The Mad Hatter, Marmoreal, etc.

Claimer: Alice's descendent is purely my imagination along with a few characteristics from my friends.

Preface~

"And then with a yell so fierce, people in Aboveland could hear, 'Off with your head' Alice Kingsleigh said and she sliced off the Jabberwocky's wicked head." Alison Marlette King told her daughter, Alistair Jade. The five year old lay in her bed and giggled.

"More!" She demanded but her mother shook her head.

"Time to sleep Alis. And there is always another night." The little girl waved sleepily at her mom and nodded. Alison bent down and kissed her daughters cheek. Alistair's auburn hair ruffled and resembled her mothers' blonde slightly. Little Alistair drifted to sleep while her mother whispered soft words. "Fairfarren baby girl." Alison turned the light off and closed her daughters door. She sighed and leaned against the wall before walking through the small apartment to her room. It was late and she had to work in the morning.

"Y'know Alice, you will have to tell her." She jumped at the familiar voice. Then settling in her room she looked at the owner.

"I know, but she is only a child. And she may not be the one." The owner of the voice simply smiled wide and disappeared.

Chapter.1

The Beginning

Alistair Jade King rushed through her house trying not to be late again for her part time job. Her mother had woken her and already left an hour ago and she hoped that today would finally be the day she'd be on time. Wishful thinking. As she rushed through the house Alistair noticed a note on the fridge. She read quickly.

"Do you know why a Raven is like a writing desk?" Was written in her mother's sloppy writing. She shook her head and laughed. The clock on the wall read 9:22, she'd be late is she didn't leave now. Her bus would be at the stop in four minutes! She adjusted her black mid thigh length skirt and pulled her sweater around her as the bitter London air nipped at her skin. Alistair, or Alis to her friends, locked her and her mother's apartment door and bounded down the stairs. She made it to the stop with seconds to spare. She stood there alone while the red bus pulled up and she showed the driver her pass. They knew each other well, since Alis had been taking the bus since she was 6 when she had to go to work when her mother. That had been 13 years ago. She stood in her usual spot and shifted as the bus took off. Maybe today would be a good day.

"So, Alistair 'ow are you to'ay?" She laughed at the driver. She was a kind woman and had a gap between her front teeth.

"I'm good Pat thank you. How was the late shift?" The other riders were use to their chatter and sometimes tuned it out.

"Oh, boring as usual." She smiled and nodded. "'ere we are Alis dear." Pat stopped the bus at Alis' atop and other passengers got up as well. Alistair waved and jumped off, adjusting her leggings and boots. This was only her second week at her job so she still needed to make an impression.

She hustled down the sidewalk and made it three minutes before she'd be late. "Ah there you are." Susanna said quickly. She had been working at J&R longer than Alis by a month. J&R was a clothing store but at the moment, Alis was only an intern. Susanna went on. "Mr. Gene just left and said we have the day off!" Alis' eyes widened while Susanna seemed to be doing a happy dance. "So my dear Goth," she gestured to Alistair's clothes, "Go have fun, after you take this box to the back back room. I hate that place." Alis rolled her eyes and took the box.

"Yes ma'am!" She giggled and walked down the tiny walk way. Her bag started to slip so she pulled it around her shoulder. As she walked through the doors something white caught her eye. It was gone in the same second and she brushed it off. The more she walked into the dark storage room, the more she felt like something was following her. Alistair stopped at the tiny desk that the box belonged. Her boots clicking echoed through out the emptiness. She was being watched, she could feel it. Alis started to walk out of the room when she almost tripped over something. "He-," she stopped looking down. A furry white object lay looking up at her. She couldn't help but smile. They rabbit was a little large for normal and she thought it was beyond cute. "Where did you come from?" She bent down and picked it up. The animal weighed less than she thought it would and she carried it to the front of the store.

"What do you have there?" Susanna gasped looking wide eyed. "You found a rabbit?" I nodded. "Well, ain't that good luck. Have a good day Alis and what are you going to do with it?"

"I'm not sure. I wonder if my mum will let me take him home." Susanna laughed.

"If she doesn't I will be happy to take the little pet." With that Susanna left the store waving, leaving Alis with the rabbit. She looked at the little thing. It was cute, furry, and completely didn't belong in this store. How did it end up in the storage room?

"Come on little thing. Let's go home for now." Alistair went out of the store locking it with the key that Susanna had left. The bus wouldn't be coming to her stop for another hour so she'd have no choice but to either sit in the rain or go to park across the street. Alis crossed the busy street earning a few honks and kept the rabbit bundled in her sweater. The air had warmed in the few minutes she had been in the store and she thanked the Gods. The rain lightened as she made her way to the playground. Two mothers were playing with their children and Alis smiled remembering her own mom bringing her here once. Avery park had a memory or two but not many. The park had been built over an estate that belonged to a rich family after the woods by their home had been knocked over by a storm. The park was older then her mother, if she remembered. As Alistair was about to sit at a bench, the rabbit stirred and hoped out of her arms. "Hey, get back her!" She chased after it and nearly slipped in a mud puddle. The rabbit was quick and ran through bushes and trees. Alistair went after it, getting snagged a few times but continued. "Where did you go?" She whispered looking at a fork between a few trees. She caught a sight of white and sprinted after it. She started to feel dryer as she ran and soon came to a tree that looked strangely familiar. She surely had never been here in her life. Not that she remembered anyway. The rabbit seemed to be watching her as it stood at a hole. A hole big enough to fit her. As she took a step it ran through it and she let out a frustrated sigh. She wanted to give up, but there was something about this rabbit that made it hard to forget it. Alis hiked her skirt up a little higher as she bent to crawl to the hole. It was wide and she managed to make it half way before loosing her grip. "Oh cr-ah!" She screamed before she went tumbling down the whole. The drop was quick and she couldn't believe what she saw as she fell. Furniture, watches, doors. The tried to grab onto any of them but they just fell with her. She couldn't scream and fell flat on her but. "Oof!" She mumbled as she landed. But this wasn't right. As she looked around her hair stood straight and the furniture was on the ceiling. Or she was. A second later she dropped and landed on her feet. "What the heck?" She said looking around. There wasn't anything but a chair, desk and door. The door was to tiny for her but the rabbit made its way through carefully. The blasted rabbit. Where had it taken her? Alistair looked around and wanted to scream. She looked up and could see the tunnel she had fallen through. Could she climb up it? Probably not. With a sigh she looked at the contents on the desk. There was a bottle that read: Drink Me. And a make that said: Eat me. Suspicious. She wasn't about to do either. Maybe if she did gymnastics she could fit through the door. Alis pulled on the door. Locked. She smiled and pulled out th bobby pin in her hair. Messing with the lock it clicked and the door swung open. It wasn't that small. But even if she was one of those people who could fit in tight spaces she couldn't do it. Might as well try the cake and bottle. Which first. She picked up the bottle and put the cake in her pocket. "Let's hope this works." She muttered to herself. As she drank the bottle she felt something tingly. With a gasp she started to shrink. Her clothes became to big and she had to gather her band t-shirt up so it wouldn't expose anything. Her skirt, leggings, knee high socks and boots fell off and she climbed out of the bundle. The shirt was now like a dress and she felt especially small. Oh blood hell, she thought, what am I doing? She hurried and grabbed the now shrunken cake and out the door. What she saw stunned her. It couldn't be. The stories her mother had told her as a child. They couldn't have been real.

"What do we have here?" A girlish voice said from above and Alistair snapped her head up to a smile…..

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Fairfarren for now,

Rosejean