Summary: -Syfy's Alice- Carol dies a natural death and Alice falls into a slight depression…and Hatter has only one idea. Bring her back to Wonderland. –Hatter/Alice-
A Quiet Time
They had gotten home, the apartment that the duo had shared next door to Carol, keeping close.
Hatter got her to the bathroom and pulled out towels, gently working on drying her off.
Alice didn't make a sound or even move.
He stopped as he got to her shoulder and he kneeled down. "Alice?" he called softly.
She looked at him dully and he ran his hand gently along her cheek. "Alice, I know you aren't shy, but I would rather you dried yourself off, okay? I'll go make some tea. Which kind would you like?" he questioned softly, trying to urge her to talk.
She only took the towel and shrugged, leaving Hatter to feel the defeat run through his bloodstream. "Okay. I'll check on you in a bit," he stated and she nodded dumbly.
He backed out and shut the door partially before going to the kitchen, getting the pot on to boil the water.
Looking down, he listened for anything.
He didn't hear anything, except the bathroom door opening. The soft sound of her moving in socked feet and Hatter turned, even as the pot whistled to pull her to his chest when she drifted into the kitchen. "Hey. Did you decide on a tea?" he questioned softly.
She turned and gently pulled down the Chamomile. "Chamomile it is then," he murmured and she went to the couch.
She stared blankly at the rain while Hatter felt the worry eat at him, pulling at him. Running a worried hand through his hair, he made two mugs of Chamomile, making sure to mix it as she liked (a spoonful of sugar with a splash of cream), leaving his pure. Bringing them out, he gave Alice her mug and gently settled behind her, pulling her a little into his chest.
She relaxed against him and they began to sip their tea.
Hatter was expecting the fresh wave of tears when she had calmed enough and he set the tea down on the high table behind the couch to hold her close.
No matter how long this lasted, he would stay by her.
End Part Two
A/N – More sadness…and some cuteness too! Onward!