Here's another chapter. I hopefully made it longer this time, don't hate me if it's still short. But, i promise the next chapter will be longer! And to Superdani a.k.a Gillian Smith, Alice isn't Grace's mother. i never mentioned that since Alice met Jefferson after Grace and blah, blah.
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The purple, thick smoke continued to go through the whole town until you could only see the smoke, nothing else. It didn't go in the houses though, it just stayed outside.
"Talk about freaky." Alice peered out of the window, pushing her fingers through her damp hair. "What did you mean by it's dangerous?" She turned back to Jefferson, her blue-green eyes searching for answers.
Now it was Jefferson's time to shrug, lost for words. "I'm not sure. It just looks dangerous." He crinkled his brow, staring out of the window as he tried to see what was going on out there.
Her blonde head turned to look out of the window, pushing her damp strands behind her ear. "Should we just stay inside? It doesn't look safe to go out there."
Alice was right. You could see nothing outside, only a thick purple could that enveloped the whole town of Storybrooke. You couldn't hear anything either. It was silent, like the cloud had silenced the people that had been walking the streets.
Jefferson took Alice's arm and led her away from the large windows. "You're right, Alice." He kept his eyes on the cloud though, his dark eyes narrowing. It looked like that purple smoke coming out from his magical hat when Regina took the apple out of it. Except that smoke had been faint and temporary. This cloud – thing, was thick and it looked like it wasn't going to go away any time soon.
It's magic.
The words came right to his head. Of course! What else would it be? It wasn't killing them, that's when he knew for sure. But it was dangerous magic, a type of magic that shouldn't be tampered with.
"Stay here." He mumbled to the confused girl and he walked away, in search of his magic hat. He had kept it; Regina wasn't going to keep it, that was for sure. And he had stashed it somewhere, somewhere where no one would find it. In a room that he kept locked.
Neatly whipping the key out of the back pocket of his pants, the seemingly broody man unlocked the door and went to the closet; retrieving his beloved hat. He stared at it, holding it in his hands for a few, long seconds. This would work, he was sure of it.
Walking back to Alice, the girl that would hate this plan as much as he did, he saw her eyes widen at the hat.
"W-wha -?" Alice crossed her arms over her chest as she stared at the hat and then back up to his dark and broody face. "We're going back to Wonderland?" She hissed the last word out. She hated that place, just hated it.
"We'll need help. And we can't get it here." Jefferson looked up at Alice and sighed, rubbing his two fingers against his nose. "Trust me. Please."
Alice paused, playing with her getting-dry blonde locks that were also curling at the ends. "Fine. But we're getting help and then getting out of there." She persisted, tightly crossing her arms over her chest.
Jefferson nodded in agreement and bent down to place the magical hat on the floor. He raised his eyes to Alice and motioned her over with a simple nod of his head. It was time to go back to that god awful place. He felt the same as Alice; he hated Wonderland. But if they needed help in Storybrooke, and it looked like they did, they would find it in that one place. If the Red Queen even gave them help. It was doubtful, but there was still a chance.
Alice slowly walked over to Jefferson's side, her lips pressed together as she turned her eyes to the hat that was growing bigger and going around in a circle. A light mist of purple spread over the whole room, not as thick as they one outside.
It worked. The hat was working. He had been doubtful at first, knowing that there was a chance that the consuming cloud outside wasn't magic, but it had actually worked. His dark eyes stared at the hat, his eyes in awe. He didn't partially like using magic, be he did have to admit, it was wonderful.
Jefferson kept staring at the hat, his hat and then took Alice's hand in his, his eyes briefly glancing over at the blonde girl that was staring at the hat too, her eyes full of wonder but at the same time, hate. "One..two…three." He murmured to her slowly, his hand tensing in hers. "Jump."
And with that, the Mad Man called the Mad Hatter and the Girl from Wonderland, the famous Alice Kingsley jumped into the magical hat, off to a new and hopefully grand adventure.
And back to Wonderland. The Place where it had all started.
