AU: Hello everyone, I'm A.M.C. Theaters or you can call me Amber. Whatever, so I've toyed with this idea for a long time and I've written in it in hopes of posting it when I had more done. But I found that without reviews or readers I had little motivation to write in it. So…Here it is.
Before Reading…This crossover has many different versions of both stories combined. It has Disney's, Carroll's, And Burton's Wonderlands as well as many versions of Peter Pan; Disney's, Barrie's, 2003's film, and Hook. So as you read and you think something is incorrect, please be sure it is not true to another version before you tell me.
This takes place after Alice fell down the rabbit hole and through the looking-glass. Yet she is still young and Burton's version where she is 19 has not occurred yet, though I promise his version will be hinted to plenty. Also, after Peter has met Wendy and her daughter Jane.
Hide and Seek
The tapping of the rain on the window grew more and more prominent as Alice's hearing grew more acute. She was sure that her heartbeat was waking up the entire neighborhood and her body became chilly. Her throat swelled and was dry and she fidgeted.
Margaret was cleaning their play room—which in the past year had become only Alice's playroom—and Alice feared what her sister would find. All her hopes were focused on her sister never discovering her secret. Yet she knew her sister was keen and careful, far more intelligent than she would admit, and completely logical.
Yet there is always a downfall to logical children… They often tend to be terrible ta-till-tales. "Alice…" Margaret hissed in a chipped tone. The small girl flinched and clasped her hands behind her back.
"Yes?" She replied quickly.
"What," Margaret lifted the object in her hands, "Is this?" Alice inspected the object as if it was foreign and unknown to her.
"I haven't a clue, Margaret." She confessed, taking the object in question and Margaret groaned outwardly. The elder sister's hand reached her brow in exasperation as she shook her head at Alice.
"Alice, you know Mother has asked you to stop this nonsense." She scowled. The stuffed white toy was being petted and cared for by the silence Alice as she spoke. She stroked its long ears and refused to look at her sister. "Rabbits do not wear waistcoats, Alice. Nor do they carry large watches." The tall blond snatched the pocket watch from the small bunny's vest. "You should return this to Father before he misses it."
"He won't miss it." Alice mumbled softly.
"But Mother will; and take away that waistcoat and return it to your doll before Mother sees. Stop thinking of such impossible things and grow up, Alice."
Margaret rushed off and left little Alice alone in the playroom. She hooked the chain of her Father's watch around the white rabbit's hand and smiled sadly down at it. "Impassible, not impossible." She corrected her long-gone sister and sat at the window.
Staring down at the gardens below her window, Alice tried to recall every detail of her 'dream' from years before. It had been four years and Mother had grown quite bothered whenever she would even mention her dreams. Margaret was nearly out in society and far less interested in the games that her and Alice once played as children. As time went on and she started to miss those times dearly, Mother had decided that she spend her time playing with a boy named Hamish.
But the red headed boy was pompous and only succeeded in one thing; angering Alice.
"Alice! Mother says it is time for bed!" Margaret shouted from the door way. Alice pouted and grumbled as she obeyed her Mother and sister's commands. She brushed her blond curls and changed into her nightdress to crawl into bed.
As she fell into her deep sleep she dreamt of talking flowers and disappearing cats. Yet just as the smoking Caterpillar's smoke surrounded her, a sudden noise woke her from her sleep. She gasped and listened carefully, and heard the noise again. She sat up and faced the large window across from her bed.
The noise she had heard was a sort of strange tapping against the glass. Then it turned to scratching and as if the window was trying to open almost as if the wind was pushing against it with all its might. She got out of her bed and ducked beside it to hide as the window was slowly opened. From around the sheets she made out a figure crawling in from the outside and looking about. The shadow seemed to feel certain that it was safe and alone and turned around to face the window. Slowly—even more so than when it was opened—the shadow closed the window carefully all while checking that it was not followed.
Alice started to stand and walk to stand at the foot of her bed, directly behind the shadow as it backed away from the window. She waited patiently until the figure was close enough for her to tell that it was a child about her age. The boy seemed slightly taller than her and was so silent that she was sure if he was not right before her that she would never have known he was tip-toeing about.
"Pardon me." She started and the boy whipped around with such speed that it caused her to jump back as well. He stumbled backwards and away from her, his eyes wide. During his adrenaline rush he had flung out a knife but tucked it away when his eyes landed on Alice. He blinked as if she was some sort of phantom. "Forgive me, are you lost?"
The boy stood tall and placed his hands on his hips. "No I am not." He said proudly in a clipped tone and she stepped closer to him.
"Can I help you?" She asked softly and he began shaking his head in the darkness.
"No." He walked over to the window and searched the scenery from there, being sure to hide himself behind the curtains.
"What are you doing?" Curious little Alice questioned and the boy shushed her.
"Hiding from Tinkerbell." She followed him to the window and stood in plain view. As her lips parted to ask another question the boy grabbed her arm and pulled her down to the ground. She yelped but saw that he was hiding and followed suit. "We are playing Hide and Seek and I ran out of places to hide."
"Oh, I would like to play!" She cheered in a whisper, facing the boy. He paused his observation of the gardens to look at her.
"Sure, but I am the best Hider in Neverland. You better not get me caught." He warned and she nodded with a smile playing on her lips. "What's your name?" He changed the subject and kept his searching eyes on her.
"Alice Kingsley." She blushed. "What is yours?"
"Peter. Peter Pan." He introduced himself quickly then spun his head back to the window. Alice followed and saw a bright sparkling light float up from the garden. Peter ducked under the window and pulled her with him causing her to gasp again.
"What's that?" She whispered softly.
"That's Tinkerbell." He moved at a sluggish pace to see if the glow was still outside the window. Then he relaxed and turned away from the window and she could only assume that the glow had disappeared. Peter turned to her and smiled a triumphant grin. "Told you I was the best!"
"With all do respect, sir. You didn't have to do much of anything. It's that Tinkerbell that has to do work to find you." Alice corrected as she started over the edge of her window. Peter seemed to ignore her and started to explore the room as Alice's brow started to crease. Facing the boy who was currently attempting to poke his reflection in the mirror. "How did you reach the window?"
"I flew." He stated easily. "What is this thing?"
"A mirror, you don't have one?" The small girl walked over and he shook his head. "Well, look. You can see your reflection and how you look to others." She pointed to them both and Peter leaned in again with his brown eyes squinting at his own image. "Be careful or you might fall in."
Peter stepped back and looked at her as if to question her statement. "Where do you fall?"
"Wonderland." Alice bounced on her toes and folded her hands behind her back.
"Is it like…Neverland?" The blond girl stared up at the boy with her blue eyes full of curiosity. "What?"
"What's Neverland?" She answered his question with a question and he smiled.
"It's a place." For a moment she didn't notice that he was growing taller—or at least seeming to—until he was a full head higher than she was. She looked down and took an intake of breathe as she saw his feet off the ground and started to back away from him. "You—You're flying!"
Peter looked down and shrugged, flying above her and resembled swimming through air. Peter laughed at the girl as she crawled on her bed trying to get away from the flying child. "What's the matter? I told you I flew up here!"
"I didn't think…" She trailed off and he remained still in the air. He was above her bed and watched her calmly as she reluctantly waved her arm under him trying to find reason to his ability. "I've gone mad…" Her whispered words hung in the air before she met Peter's eyes. His eyes scanned hers before his lips curled into a smile. He reached out his hand to her and insisted she takes it.
"Don't be so sure." He moved a bit closer to her. "Do you wanna fly too?"
"Can I?" The blue eyes of Alice almost glowed with excitement at the thought of flying. Peter laughed and nodded. So then Alice—surprising herself—took Peter's hand. He held it tightly in his and flew back, lifting her along over her bed. She yelped at the feeling that was so much like falling down that rabbit hole.
"You okay?" He asked, setting her back on the floor by her window.
After shaking her head and causing her long blond curls to fly she smiled up at Peter. He was standing remarkably on the ground—she had expected him to be flying still—and his face echoed of concern. She looked down in her shame after being so frightened from flying, but saw his hand still lightly held hers. Peter too saw this and pulled it away quickly.
Yet just as he was about to ask her a very important question a noise broke his thoughts. Alice and Peter looked out her window to see a glowing figure tapping insistently at the glass.
"Aw, Tink!" Peter fumed with a roll of his eyes, and he opened the window for her. The small glowing creature jingled and chimed at Peter and it took all of Alice's strength not to barge in on their conversation to ask how he understood it at all. "Okay, alright! Alright, Tink!" Peter shushed and waved his hand at the object whom Alice assumed was a firefly. "A—Alice?"
"Yes?" She broke her thoughts away from the firefly as Peter flew back to her.
"You didn't like flying…Did you?" Peter asked while looking away. She did the same as her brows knitted together.
"It is a bit scary…" She admitted softly and Peter took off his hat. Another jingle came from the firefly and Peter looked back at it before facing Alice. "What's it saying?"
"I have to go back to Neverland." He said and floated backwards in the direction of the window. "But wait!" Suddenly his mood shifted from somewhat sorrowful to ecstatic. He was once again in front of Alice in the blink of an eye. "Could I come back tomorrow if you leave the window open?"
At first Alice stared at him as if he was crazy. Then she realized what he had meant and a smile spread across her lips. "Would you show me not to be scared to fly?"
"Of course!" He slapped his hat back on his head and crossed his arms. "I'll see you tomorrow then! Goodbye, Alice." He said, sweeping into a low-flying bow and shooting out the window without more than a second glance. Alice raced to follow and clutched the curtains while watching the boy fly into the night.
"Goodbye, Peter."
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