The march hare was seated around a long table in his front yard, presiding over a tea party with only three other guests. And from the looks of it, the party had dragged for a very long time.

The white tablecloth was stained and threadbare, with glimpses of the pale wood underneath peeking through the holes. The chairs stood at lopsided angles, as if waiting for guests who would never come. None of the pieces of the tea set matched; infront of the hare, a blue willowware cup stood alongside a cracked white saucer and pale green teapot.

Slumped in one of the chairs was a pale, morose man wearing a ragged, scorched top hat. His threadbare dark velvet coat Hung loosely on his thin frame, and his eyes were lined with circles of exhaustion. His gaze was fixed upon his hand, in which another small laced gloved, hand sat upon.

To his left sat a woman, her looks not too far from his own. Her pale skin contrasted greatly against her raven black hair. Her odd coloured eyes where framed with dark pools of sleepless nights. Her small doll-like lips graced the willowware cup that she held with such greatness. Her purple ragged dress sat just bellow her shoulders, curving over translucent chest. A patchy old worn dainty top hat perched on her head, tilting sadly to the left.

Alice realized the fourth member of the tea party was the Dormouse, who somehow gotten around ahead of Alice again. The gruesome, bloody eye of the bandersnatch Hung like a trophy at her waist. She seemingly scowled at the blonde as she emerged from the forest.

But the man, who was called the Mad Hatter and the woman who was called Riddle, had another reaction entirely. At the sight of Alice, he bolted upright, as for the woman, she placed the cup down with a brilliant smile. The hatters whole being seemed to brighten: even his clothes perked up. He glanced at the raven haired woman who nodded with a beam, before turning to the blonde transfixed, he moved toward her, stepping directly up onto and over the table, as that was the shortest route to reach her.

There was something on both their faces that made her anxious for them. She knew she couldn't possibly deserve the delighted looks that both of them where giving her.

"It's you," said the mad hatter. He reached toward her, then pulled his hand back before touching her.

"No it's not," Mally snapped. "Mctwisp brought us the wrong Alice." Evy gave Mally a frown, she was judging the girl before she even knew her. She was questioning the hatters notion and her own. Such jealousy from a small creƤture was nothing that startled Riddle, but her uncertainty of the hatters choice, did.

The mad hatter shook his head. "It's absolutely Alice! Id know you anywhere," he glanced back at Riddle with a toothy grin, "I'd know him anywhere."

This time he did touch her, seizing her hand and pulling her back to the table. Alice tried not to step on any teacups as they walked across the tablecloth. Once they reached the other side, the hatter plunked her down between himself and Riddle. She fidgeted nervously under his rapt gaze.

"Well as you can see, we're still having tea," Riddle explained first.

"It's all because I was obliged to kill time waiting for your return. You're terribly late you know...naughty." Evy chuckled, stirring another cup of tea for her self.
"Sugar?" Asked the march hare.

"Time became offended and stopped altogether," the hatter continued, ignoring the Hares outburst.

"Not a tick over since" Evy grumbled, sucking the morsels of sugar off her spoon.

"Raspberry jam-my favorite." The march hare interjected.

"Time can be funny in dreams," said Alice, causing Evy to wince ever so slightly.

The hatter gave her an odd look, before his eyes fell back onto Alice. "Yes, yes, of course. But now you're back, you see" he hurried on, "and we need to get to frabjous day!" He seized Riddles left hand, in which he bestode once more and clasped the dormouse on the right, "frabjous Day!"

"Downal wyth bluddy behg hid!" They chanted in unison. They all dropped hands, apart from Evy who laced her fingers with the hatters as they rested on the table once more.

"What?" Alice said, confused.
Evy smiled at the girls confused glance and scowled as the Cheshire cat rolled his eyes. He was leaning on the rabbit's foot fence which occasionally twitched as if it found his presence rather irritating.

"Down with the bloody big head," he translated for Alice, " bloody big head being the red queen" he glanced around, checking the trees with narrowed eyes, as did riddle.

"It's a secret language used by us," the dormouse added. "The underland underground resistance!" With a fierce expression she raised her fist into the air. Riddle squeezed the hatters hand lightly, in silent surport for the presence of Chess, who was now sliding into one of the chairs in a graceful, feline way. He picked up a teapot with its spout broken off and poured himself some tea.

"Well then..." Evy sighed, placing down her own cup.

"Come, come. We simply must commence to the slaying and such" the mad hatter leaned forward emphatically. "Therefore, its high time for Time to forgive and forget!'

"Or forget and forgive" Evy chuckled as the hatter turned to her.

"Yes...whichever comes first. Or is in any case most convenient. I'm waiting."

The march hare tugged on his ears, he had a terribly anxious expression. He peered at his pocket watch, tapping its face, and listened for a moment. To Alice's surprise he dunked it into his teacup, pulled it out and listened again.

He gasped. "It's ticking again!"


I just noticed how my OC has the same name as my other OC in my rise of the guardians fic, although this one holds it first