Alice's POV
I stood across from the White Queen, as she took a tiny vial out of some unseen pocket. She put it under one tooth of the Jabberwocky, collecting some of it's blood.
It had been an eventful day. I slayed the Jabberwocky, saved Wonderland, and gave the White Queen her power back.
"The blood of the Jabberwocky. It will take you wherever you want to go." I took it from her, and looked at all my friends- the Tweedles, the White Queen, March Hare, White Rabbit, and Chessur the Cat. But I could not see the Hatter.
"Will it take me home?"
"If that is what you wish. . ." She smiled at me, but I felt completely different.
This was an extreme dissapointment. I wanted to stay, oh so badly. . .be able to stay with the Hatter. Even so, I popped open the vial, almost taking a sip.
"You could stay." I spun toward the familiar voice and smiled. My Hatter had been standing behind me. His eyes were a deep blue, almost black.
"What an idea. A crazy, mad, wonderful idea." His eyes lit up to their normal grassy-green, hope written all over his face.
"But I can't. I have questions to answer, things to do." I opened the vial and drank it all. Through the glass, Hatter's eyes were once again that deep blue. I wanted to cry, but knew it wouldn't do me any good.
"Hatter, why is a raven like a writing desk?" The corners of his lips twitched up into a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"I have't the slightest idea," he whisered. I waved goodbye to my friends as they all dissapeared into a grey mist. Hatter went last, one of his eyes swirling, then taking the image of the rabbit hole I fell through.
I found Hamish back in the gazebo at his house. He took my hands and asked me yet again. We were in front of dozens of people, all expecting the same answer.
"Will you marry me Alice?"
"I can't. I'm not ready for something like this." I ran to my sister, nearly knocking her down.
"I can never be like you. I'm sorry." I ran off back home, and flopped onto my bed. Then I cried. It felt good to cry, to let out all my frustrations. I missed Wonderland. I especially missed The Mad Hatter.
His bright orange hair, his eyes that change with his mood. When he was sad, I concluded, they turned blue. When he was about to go bonkers and have a fit over who-knows-what, they turned a yellow-green. When he was happy, they were a grassy-green. When he was angry, especially when Chessur stole his hat, they turned flame-red, like they were on fire.
Hatter's POV
I watched Alice dissapear into the darkness. I hung my head and walked back to the castle. I sat on the bed that Her Majesty had lent me, then stared at the ceiling for hours. It felt more like days.
Why did I miss this girl so much? She didn't want to stay in Underland, so why would she want me? Why on earth would she want to love old, poor, mad me? I was nothing but a mad hatter who loved tea. I always wore a thimble on my figer, so that must get annoying to see every day.
"Hatter?" I turned to see the White Queen standing at my doorway.
"Your Majesty! Please, sit, sit, sit. It's been an awfully long day, a very awfully long day, quite a very awfully long-"
"Hatter!" She laughed. It sounded like Alice. . .
"Anyways, I must speak with you."
"About what, Majesty?" I think I was almost scared to hear what she had to say.
"First, a question. Why are you so blue?"
"I'm certainly not blue, Majesty."
"Your eyes say something different entirely." I looked at my reflection in the looking glass. Dammit. She was right.
"Tarrant, why? Is it Alice?"
"Alice?"
"Yes, Tarrant. Alice. Tell me. Do you love the girl?"
"I believe so, Majesty. I believe so. Is that normal? To love someone as much as I do?"
"Yes. Now you get some sleep. Alice will be back. Don't worry." I almost didn't believe her. I couldn't go back to those days together, and cherish those moments where we brushed by each other. I guess it's true. Life's like an hourglass glued to the tea table.
