Thank you to my reviewer Sweetierainbow. Also I want to clear up one thing this is not going to be a Hatter/OC fic, someone PM me telling me this idea was unorignal and everyone puts Alice's daughter with the Hatter, which was never my intention. Enjoy
Poking her head threw the brush, she now realized the door had left her in the middle of a holly bush in a dense forest. She exited the bush with a few scratches as the hard leaves where bigger then her scrawny arms. Stepping bare foot out into the moss covered forest she noticed the flowers tower over her.
"How strange," she breathed as she looked around her, as a rocking horse with wings zipped by her. "It's an impossible dream."
She heard whispering above her and tried to catch a glimpse of who was speaking. Walking down the path, she finally realized they where speaking of her and someone called Absolem. Trying to peak over the towering flowers, she notice a face in a rose, the mouth moving. Standing there her mouth agape when the rose noticed her standing.
"It's very rude to stare," the rose said in a very female voice that seemed a bit uptight.
"I'm sorry," Allison replied, as she looked around and noticed all the flowers where now staring down at her. "I've just never seen a talking flower, let alone one with a face."
"And just who might you be?" the rose asked her.
"Allison," she replied.
"I told you she wasn't Alice," huffed a daisy.
"Take her to Absolem," another flower replied. "He'll know who she is."
"Good idea," a bunch of flowers replied, as their leafs pushed her towards an out cropping of mushrooms. "Off to Absolem girl."
"Quiet pushing," Allison huffed as she was tossed not so gently in the middle of the mushrooms.
A cloud of bluish smoke surrounded her, and she coughed and waved her hand in front of her. Moving her head towards the mushroom where the smoke was coming from. There was a blue caterpillar sitting on the mushroom smoking a hookah.
"Who are you?" he asked, adjusting his monocle.
"Allison," she replied, as she came over to the mushroom. "And no I am not Alice, and if you call me her I will squish you."
"Well of course you are not Alice, stupid girl," Absolem huffed as he let out more smoke from his mouth.
"It would be easier if the Knave of Hearts still didn't possess the Oraculum, then we would know what she is to do," said the white rabbit in the waist coat as he came to stand next to her. "You look so much like her, I thought for sure you were her."
"Well if you are speaking of Alice Kingsleigh," Allison said as she looked between the two creatures. "It is because I am her daughter."
"Not quite," the caterpillar replied, as the mist of the smoke swirled around him.
"Not quite?" Allison asked confused. "How am I not to know who I am!"
"Stupid girl," the voice said before it was gone along with the caterpillar.
"I'm really sorry I dragged you all this way," the rabbit apologized as he looked to the left quickly. "Come it's not safe here anymore."
"Why would it be safe," Allison muttered as she once again followed the rabbit.
Allison's thoughts soon wander off, trying to remember this place from stories her mother use to tell. Nothing was coming, as a child she rather hear about the warriors of Japan, the pale faced theater of Kabuki, riding elephants in India, and what ever else her mother had saw on her adventures. There was also the Hatter her mother use to speak so fondly of, maybe he would be in this dream. Stumbling over a root, she noticed she was no longer following the rabbit.
"Oh no," Allison gasped, as she looked frankly around for the rabbit. Somewhere in her musing she must of wandered away from the rabbit. Now she was alone in the strange woods. She continued foreword, hoping to either run into the rabbit or finding a way home.
"Loose something?" asked a voice as a grey cat head appeared in front of her. "Or someone?"
The cat's body appeared, and he had blue streaks in his fur, his green eyes shined like the moon, and his smile was starting to creep her out.
"I'm looking for a white rabbit in a waist coat," she said to the cat as she walked away from him.
"Can't say I have seen him today," the cat purred as he floated next to Allison. "What do you call yourself?"
"Allison," she replied, still searching for the rabbit.
"You're not Alice?" the cat said seemingly disappointed.
"No," Allison sighed again, she was getting tired of these creatures expecting her to be her mother. "I'm her daughter."
"Daughter?" the cat repeated, and a wicked smile crossed his lips. "Well that is a different story. Come, I shall take you to the Hare and the Hatter."
"The Hatter?" Allison asked surprised. "He exists?"
"You know of him?" he asked her, floating circles around her.
"Yes, my mother use to speak of him," she replied as the cat evaporated in front of her.
"Well come along," the cat said as he appeared on the trail ahead of her. "You have an awfully long way to go."
"Great," she sighed as she chased after the cat.
First a rabbit now a cat, what else could go happen now. The woods seem to fly by as she ran after the cat, and she had to keep a hard eye on him. He would evaporate every now and then only to reappear before her. Finally she saw a ragged worn old windmill ahead of hear, and in front of it was a long table full of tea pots, cups, and what ever else you may find at a tea party. A hare, dormouse, and a man with strange green eyes, staring at her approaching. He had wild red hair then stuck out under his hat, and a smile crossed his lips.
"Alice!" he exclaimed jumping from his seat and running across the table towards her. "You're back!"
"I…" she started before the Hatter tsked her.
"You are never your proper size," he laughed as he ran for something hanging behind the hare's chair.
"I'm not Alice," she said more to herself as the Hatter pulled a green dress off a hanger that was hanging behind the chair.
"Of course you are," the Hare said, his one eye starting to twitch. "And you are still late for TEA!"
"Now now," he said to the hare, as he grabbed a piece of cake from the table and walked back towards her. "I figured you would be your improper size so I made this for your return!"
"That's kind," she said, once more trying to explain to him she was not Alice, but the cake was shoved in her hands.
"Take a bite of that," the Hatter said as he draped the dress over her.
"Fine," she huffed from inside the satin lining of the dress.
She took a bite and started to grow until she fit perfectly inside the dress.
"Thank you," she said, happy to be her normal size.
"There is something different about you," he said as he stared intensely at her.
"That's because I am not Alice," she sighed, wondering if she was going to have to explain this to everyone in this land. "I'm Allison!"
"Alice's son?" the Hatter gasped, as they all stared at her with unblinking eyes.
