Fandom: Alice in Wonderland 2010
Rating: R ( M )
Warning: Explicit content, do not read when under 18.
Pairing: Alice / Tarrant
Genre: General/Romance/Hurt/Comfort

Disclaimer: I don't own anything nor do I profit.

Written as a reply to : 2010_Alice_kink

I dreamed you

'Someone To Watch Over Me'

Tarrant awoke to face a familiar sight. Green eyes like his, sparkling, a smile showing a gap between front teeth and a pale skin. But it wasn't his own reflection he saw. When he sat up straight and reached to straighten his hat, which did not seem to be there, he noticed the person in front of him was actually his cousin Tally.

He panicked, shifted on the bed and patted the covers with his hands in a feeble attempt to find his hat. "Where is it?"

His cousin just laughed and handed his hat back to him. "You couldn't sleep with that hat on. I wanted you to be comfortable."

Tarrant snorted.

"I was." He huffed and Tally rolled her eyes.

"You were not."

The hatter placed his hat back on top of his head. "I wasn't because I was sleeping on a rock and this is just a bad dream. Perhaps the rock got me numb."

His cousin smirked. "Yeah, imagine that."

Tarrant stared down at her and bit his lip. She still resembled Alice so much. He closed his eyes. Almost instantly visions of the blonde girl appeared in front of them. How she laughed, the blue dresses she'd worn and how they had matched her eyes, her long curly hair and her soft voice. He relived all of it, all of her, and a content smile appeared on his lips.

Tally noticed it but did not interrupt his thoughts and instead left her spot near his side to take a few steps back.

Alice was still in Tarrant's mind. He could now see her as he had seen her last. Naked in all her glory, resting at his side and with her head placed against his chest. To feel her skin against his again and breathe her scent, he'd give anything to be with her again and to relive those memories. He vaguely heard his own brogue voice echoing inside his head.

'You know, the White Queen found back my cousin.' Alice listened to him with full interest. 'I will have to marry her tomorrow.'

"No," Tarrant muttered under his breath and reached with his hands in the air as if trying to prevent Alice to run away.

"Nay, I won't marry 'er, lass."

Tally bit her lip at the sight of her cousin. He was clearly being delusional and rethinking about what had happened. She looked aside and silently cursed the White Queen. She had been ever so happy with her new adoptive parents until the White guards had come and taken her away to marry her cousin Hightopp.

He was handsome, talented and very much around the twist, but he was still family and she had disliked the thought. But the white skinned woman had the final word, like always, and she had been glad when Underland's champion had appeared. She had hoped her cousin Tarrant would have been allowed to marry Alice instead of her. Now that she saw a tear escaping the corner of Tarrant's eye she felt even more nauseous.

"You can get her back." She whispered as Mallymkun joined her side. "Hatter?"

Tarrant saw how Alice turned her naked back on him and started to walk away. Her vision faded and panic started to rise in his chest.

"No, C'me back!' He screeched and grasped for her.

It was Tally who grabbed his cheeks and rocked him gently while chanting for him to join the living again.

"Tarrant? Alice is not here. It's me, your little cousin Tallulah."

Tarrant shook his head fiercely. He wanted to touch Alice's face once more, stroke her creamy white flesh, hold her in his embrace and whisper sweet little nothings to her. He had never meant for her to leave him, nor for him to hurt her like this.

His sight returned to him and his eyes met green ones, almost identical to his own. "Tally," he breathed, his lisp audibly there. He grasped her dress and looked up at her. She had stopped cupping his face and now sat up straight again.

And he only now noticed she was pregnant.

His eyes grew wide and he gasped. "This can't be."

For a short moment he saw Alice in front of him. His delusional mind allowed him as much as that. He could see her seated with her legs crossed, her blonde hair flowing down her shoulders like golden waves of sea, her blue eyes sparkling as they met his, her hand protectively placed on her belly. Their child.

He could feel his throat run dry but the image had already faded.

Instead he saw a girl who painfully reminded him of Underland's champion. But she was not carrying his child.

Had he just imagined it? Yes. It could never be like that, could it? Fate would never be as kind. But the vision had made him aware of how important it would be for him to reach Alice and apology. She needed to know his feelings, for he had never spoken them out loud. Not to her anyway. He needed to do that last thing, even if it would mean his death. Tally didn't seem as relieved with his awakening as he was. Blood trickled down his face and she gasped. "Your nose is bleeding!"

"It's the mercury." Chessur solemnly explained. "The poison is killing him ever so slowly."

Tarrant gave him a glare and the cat huffed while he spun through the air. Tally took a wet cloth and pressed it against Tarrant's face, holding it so that the blood would be caught by the little piece of fabric.

"I think congratulations would be in order." The hatter cheerfully announced. Everyone present in the room gave him an odd glare. "I see yer carrying a little one."

His voice slowly turned brogue again, his eyes kept switching between a set of colours but he managed to control his other self. Tally looked down at herself and bit her lip.

"I'm glad you like the sight of it, Hightopp. You let a wonderful bride slip away." The voice was dark and raspy and belonged to none other than the knave who stood looming over the whole company. There was still a piece of metal clinging to his wrist, the only sign that he had been cuffed to the Red Queen.

Tarrant held his breath. "Why you ignorant," He couldn't finish his sentence because the knave had taken a step forth and now, with his arm wrapped around Tally, he grinned down at the miserable Hatter.

"What brought you here, Tarrant?" The knave spat. His voice was filled with loathing but his eye didn't seem to express as much hate as his voice. "Wait, let me correct myself. Who brought you here?"

Tarrant just eyed the tall man and kept his lips tightly pressed together.

"Indeed," The knave continued with his famous smirk adorning his features, "Me. Be happy your cousin found me, Hatter. Or your short life would have been even shorter." He snorted and showed his disgust of the Hatter by pulling the young girl with him.

Stayne had carried Tarrant to the house?

Stayne, a hero?

Au: Hi all =D Thank you so much for reviewing and showing/ sharing your opinion. You shall all have to wait and see what will happen next =) I've had many suggestions as well although I already had two optional endings in mind. But please keep the reviews coming. They make me write more and update faster. =) Plus I could do with some cheerfulness. So next update after 155 reviews =P