AN: A quick, simple drabble from the Hatter's point of view as he waits for Alice after she drinks the Jabberwocky blood.
Disclaimer: I dont own anything. I am not Tim Burton nor am i Disney nor am i Lewis Carrol. so there.
Waiting, as many people know, is a hateful task, that can take a toll on the mind, even a mad old mind like mine, but I take it in stride.
I am waiting. Once again. Whenever I am waiting on something, you can bet it's her, for she is the only thing worth waiting for.
I sit in my arm chair, tapping thimble clad fingers on the tea table, taking a sip of tea every once in awhile, and wait. I don't know how long I'll wait, or who will wait with me, or even if something will try to stop me from waiting, but I do know that I will wait an eternity if need be. Nothing can stop me or hinder me in my quest, nothing can move me. Not fire or rain or monsters or the stubborn dormouse that enjoys sticking me with her hat pin sword. Nothing can break me. I am determined.
When she decided she was done doing whatever she was doing in her drab little world, she would come back. And I would be waiting. And she would know I had waited for her and only her, and it will be pure magic. I will have waited for that moment; my waiting won't have been in vain.
So I'll wait, as long as it takes for her to come back to me. I will wait with a purpose.
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