Warnings: It's a bit different from the last one. Alice in only watching this time.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything…

Alice in Underland

"Do you leave a bit of yourself behind in pictures?" she asked aloud to the empty room.

"Meeting in the Sunroom," Mr. Two shouted before dashing off again.

Alice watched him go with a frown. What did pictures have to do with meetings? She stood up. It was best to go see what all the fuss was about before it ambushed her in a quiet moment. Everyone assembled in the sunroom, it was a wonder it was not called a dark room. It was awfully dim with all the windows covered. Alice took her place next to Cheshire on an old Chesterfield with its stuffing poking out in places.

Miss. Heart strode in followed by Mr. Five and Mr. Seven. They had a girl held between them. Mr. Five and Mr. Seven hardly ever left the study, unless there was trouble brewing of course.

"This is Miss. March Hare, she will be staying with us for a while," Quinne said, her voice cutting through all the whispers and speculation.

March was seated at a table facing all the other orphans. Her face was very pretty and terribly blank. Cheshire's grin starched impossibly wider and he leaned forward in anticipation. Alice felt trouble creep into the room.

"Now who would like some tea?" Quinne asked, as she lowered herself onto the huge chair she forbade everyone else from using. It was done up in a rather tacky gold color, a play on a throne of old.

Mr. Two and Mr. Rabbit showed up with the tea tray. No sugar or cream, anything too rich drove the orphans into hysterics. The Daisy's and Hatter all held their cups daintily, pinkies out. Cheshire refused the drink and Alice clutched her mug with both hands. March was served next and something quite odd happened, her hands began to shake causing tea to slosh all over the carpet. Alice was vaguely grateful it was only lukewarm, the thought fled as Miss. March's face splintered into something quite frightening. Her mouth was quite wide, showing rows of jagged teeth, and a noise burst out of her throat. A manic laughter unlike anything Alice had ever heard. All the orphans let out a collective gasp as March hurled her tea mug at Miss. Heart's head.

Quinie turned a brilliant shade of Fuchsia as blood and tea ran down her face. The gash across her forehead was small but she screamed as if she had been gutted.

"I want that mongrel locked away. She'll never see daylight again," she moaned, "I could bleed to death right here. My head…my beautiful head."

Alice barely stopped herself from saying they saw very little daylight in Underland anyway. When Mr. Five and Mr. Seven were dragging her from the room, March stopped struggling for a moment. She turned to look at Alice and said in a deceptively normal voice, "I would like some more tea."