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"You were right," Cheshire stated flatly. "I regret asking, and I find this highly unpleasant."
"Told ya," Jefferson mocked, while staring at the landscape around them.
"Why is it so... so...!" Cheshire grasped for the word, flustered and gesturing wildly.
"Drab? Dull?" Jefferson offered, readjusting his hat and starting to walk down the gray path. He glanced behind himself to the annoyed woman behind him. "Foreboding, gross, bland? I could go on all day."
Cheshire followed after him swiftly. "No, thanks..." she replied with distaste for the gray surroundings. She was accustomed to Wonderland's vivid colors. "Why do you need to come here, again?"
The hatter sighed heavily, and replied flatly, "She said not to really disclose the item I was to retrieve... If you'll pardon me."
Cheshire became silent for a moment, but then nodded. She knew better than to question the Queen.
"Ooh, effective..." Jefferson mocked with a snide smirk. "One word about her highness and you shut the hell up. I'll have to remember that."
Cheshire didn't even dare to glower. It was true, after all.
The Queen of Hearts had given her much, but had taken so much more... Cheshire knew the Queen better than anyone. Knew her cruelty. Knew her malice... Cheshire shook her head to force her thoughts away from... everything past tense.
Jefferson had watched the seemingly confident woman shrink into her shoulders, her head ducking down as she stayed silent. When her head shook and her shoulders straightened again, he redirected his gaze to the road. Focus, he told himself.
"So. Dangerous," Cheshire commented. "Not seeing anything dangerous yet, Hatter."
"Just..." Jefferson sighed, agitatedly. "Wait, okay? Until we get to the place. You'll see what I mean."
Cheshire shrugged, clasping her hands behind her back as she sauntered behind the man before her. "If you say so," she murmured.
It felt like forever until Jefferson opened his mouth again. "You know, I always thought the infamous 'Cheshire Cat' was... well..." he looked back at her over his shoulder. "A cat?" she finished. Jefferson nodded.
"I am," Cheshire answered wistfully. "Well... Was. It's complicated. But all you need to know is that her Majesty helped with the transformation."
I used to roam free in the woods of Wonderland, she thought to herself. Fooling with passersby on the paths and watching the moon rise and descend into the horizon...
She was pulled from her revere when Jefferson suddenly said, "Sounds like a good life," somewhat tenderly.
"What?" she questioned, confused.
"The whole freedom thing..." Jefferson replied, eyeing her with a twinkle of humor in his eye, gesturing wildly to indicate a broader topic.
Had she said it outloud...? Ugh.
She huffed, and angrily changed the subject. "Are we there yet?"
After a frustrated sigh from the hatter, he muttered, "Almost, princess."
She was pushing the keys to her car into the ignition when Gold startled her by thumping against the glass of her crappy car with a package wrapped with coarse looking cloth.
She started the damn car and rolled down her stupid window, staring up at Gold, asking what he needed.
"I actually need this to be delivered," he replied, with a small smile.
"To..." she prompted, but Gold only shook his head. "Just read the address, Lyle."
She scrunched her face at her foreign nickname, but nodded and mocked a salute before pulling out of the small lot behind Gold's shop.
Glancing at the sloppy sharpie markings on the front of the package, she tossed the package gently on the passenger seat of her car. The location was on the edge of town.
She'd had enough time to memorize this god forsaken town. Twenty-three years.
Twenty-three whole years of literally no one but little Henry aging, and everyone being okay with it.
Cute kid, if you ever saw one, and definitely not dumb, but certainly naïve as hell. Well, maybe all six-year-olds were like that. Lilac wouldn't know. The only kid she ever experienced was Grace-...
Lilac blinked and shook herself out of her thoughts.
"Stop," she said out loud, setting her jaw and tightening her grip on the steering wheel. "Stop thinking about her. Stop thinking about him. Stop."
She mashed the button of her car radio, turning up the station, and glanced at the address one last time. She was getting close.
She turned down the road that lead to the address and squinted to see the neat numbers on the houses from her car. She gave a low whistle at the grandeur of these houses. "Fa-ah-ncy," she droned sardonically. While Regina had blessed these people with wealth and big-ass houses, the 'mayor' had graced her with a crumbling apartment the size of a half-decent bathroom.
"Assholes," she mumbled, eyes finally settling of the correct address. She normally wouldn't curse as much as she was, but good habits slip when you're constantly miserable and 'passive'-aggressive about a crappy reality situation.
She grabbed the package and parked at the very beginning of the mansions huge driveway. She opened the door and stuffed her free hand into her jacket pocket. Kicking the door shut she began to walk, but the mailbox of the house caught her eye.
She glanced at the name, but did a double-take.
"Son of a bitch!" she exclaimed, almost dropping the package. "Ass! Absolute ass!"
Did she feel angry? Always.
Did she feel sad? Yes.
Did she feel helpless? Never not.
This new emotion bubbled up in her, though, and she couldn't discern what it was.
She had been avoiding him every since they were trapped here. It would just hurt him... He was trapped underneath Regina's thumb, that bitch.
And there's nothing like a damned scorned woman to know how to scorn a damned woman.
Tears somehow managed to leak out of her eyes and land on her hand holding the package.
"Shut. Up," she growled to herself. Stomping on the loud gravel of his driveway towards the mailbox.
She had planned to forcibly open and throw the package in and slam it shut, but what happened instead was her timidly opening the extravagant mailbox, gently placing the parcel, and shutting it. She hated how her fingers brushed over the raised letters of his correct name.
That hadn't changed... Good.
She suddenly felt uneasy, feeling eyes upon her, and looked up to the lonely mansion. Involuntarily her entire body froze and her stomach collided with her heart and her lungs then crashed to her toes.
There in the second story window was... he was... just staring at her.
Scared. That was the emotion. That was the one she felt right now.
She always was scared, of course, but she had conditioned herself to never acknowledge the pesky emotion.
But as she and Jefferson stared at each other with an abounding sadness in each other's gaze, she was petrified.
And so she ran.
"I'm sorry, she mumbled tearfully to herself as she drove home in silence.
"I'm sorry," he said, resting his fingers on the cold glass watching her run away from him.
Again.
A/N: Sigh.
Such mystery. Much whys.
We'll see. lol, I don't know where I'm goin' with this. This story was a spontaneous decision, as was the majority of my stories.
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Sorry. Hehhehheh...
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