I saw the mini-series and fell in love with this! Hatter and Alice forever, baby!
I own nothing, its all Syfy's. Dammit
Why?
She came back for him.
No one had ever done that before.
She had a clear shot to escape. To get away from the crazy Dodo with a gun. And yet she hesitated. He was running down the hall to catch the mad bastard and saw her hand pause as she looked out the bus's doors. Her scared green eyes met his and her hand stopped. It must be from confusion. The girl was in a new world, with alien technology, of course is was confusion, the silly Oyster didn't know how the bus worked.
It couldn't be because she was worried about him. No one worried about the Mad Hatter. No one cared enough to worry. He liked it that way, really. No attachments meant less leverage that anyone could use against him. He never offered to care beyond the Resistance's cause. He never needed to. So why was he sticking his neck out for this girl, again?
He wondered if Dormie had been slipping some of that bloody Tea in his drink.
He knocked Dodo down, tried to drag him back from chasing her. He told her what button to push. Told her to get away and run as fast as she could. She looked panicked and afraid, and yet he saw her hand hesitate again.
Why?
He pulled Dodo up, punching out the pillar as the bastard had the nerve to dodge his blow. He spat out how lucky the man was, just as Dodo knocked him down. Hatter refused to cry out even as Dodo viciously punched where the bullet had hit his shoulder, over and over again. The crazed man even had the nerve to knock off his hat!
And then Dodo went flying. From a brutal kick in the face by an ankle boot that was attached to a fabulously long leg. Hatter scrabled to catch his hat, clenching it tight and nearly recoiling from the smaller hands that took his shoulders. It was that Oyster again, no, Alice--Alice was pulling him up from the floor so he could find his feet. Her voice was still panicked as she called for him to run, but it also sounded....
Worried. Why?
She'd just met him. She didn't know the first thing about him! Well, besides his name, and that he was in the Resistance, and now a wanted man on both sides of the war. Either way, why? Why would she care about someone she didn't really know?
She pulled him into the bus, putting him down to rest as she nearly punched the blue button that started the bus. The girl, her brown hair falling around them as she knelt down beside him, was reaching for his jacket. Her face, (a beautiful face, he noted in some awe), was twisted in Concern. Worry. Borderline Panic.
Why?
She asked where it hurt. She asked what could she do to help. It hit him suddenly as he caught his breath, as her cool hands touched his chest to try and soothe his 'wound'. She really was worried. She was going to pieces, even though the danger was past, because she thought he was injured.
She cared.
And something in him, something he didn't know existed, or maybe thought had died a long time ago, began to stir. Even as her eyes began to snap with anger at how he'd played her, it stirred. It made his heart pound harder, even though the physical danger was past. It made his eyes focus on her more clearly, even though his vision was fine. It made him pay attention to everything about her.
He was starting to care. It terrified him. Why? As he looked into her green eyes where no deception lay, where only concern, care, and even anger lay, he couldnt' remember why anymore.