Hey guys, I'm back! Sorry, I disappeared, but I got a job at a hospital so it's hard updating my stories with my schedule. In any case, here it is.
By the way, Wonderland and its characters are more like Alice in Wonderland 2010 film than the OUATW. I like it best this way but there are still a lot of major differences you'll see as we go on.
Without further ado, let's start. Also, I don't own anything except my OC.
"When I used to read fairy tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one!" —Chapter 4, The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill
Storybrooke: Present time
Getting up the next day, I go through my mental list of things I have to do. While Emma goes job hunting the old fashion way, I need to find a shop to lease. Emma informed me Mr. Gold owns the town, so I should start with him. Then, I have to find the local fabric stores and designers. There shouldn't be much since this is a small town, but that means I might not have as many clientele either.
"What a mess," I mutter to myself as I leave the apartment. "Ugh, maybe I should just open a website instead."
Ten minutes later, I find myself entering Gold's pawn shop. Like the other day, I didn't see Mr. Gold when I first entered. However, after a moment, the gentleman appears from the back room with his customary cane in hand.
"Ah, Miss Thorn," Mr. Gold amicably greets as I approach the counter, my elbows hitting the tabletop once I'm close enough. "What can I do for you today?"
"Hopefully, give me a shop."
"Pardon me?"
"Listen, I heard you own the entire town, so I'm betting you're the one to talk to about opening a business," I point out as I whip out a folder from the inside of my black peacoat. "I'm a seamstress. I can design any piece of outfit for any occasion such as cosplay, special events, weddings, it doesn't matter. Plus, I already have all of my supplies here with me. Also, in the folder in front of you, you'll find all of the necessary information needed to validate my shop along with reviews and sketches from past clients."
A bit impressed, Mr. Gold gives a nod as he looks through the paperwork. Honestly, I've done this so many times I'm practically an expert. After Mr. Gold finished observing my files, he slid them to the side.
"I must say, Miss Thorn, you are quite the ambitious woman. Still, as a businessman, I can not accept this right away. You just arrived in town yesterday after all."
"Technically, two days ago," I smirked at the man. "Plus, I didn't expect a yes, right away. I understand you still need to vet me. In any case, I need to finish a couple of orders from Boston. I'll allow you to see the quality of my work and the earnings once I finalize the orders. Then, we can finish talking business."
Another smirk graces his features, matching my own as he nods in satisfaction. "Very well, Miss Thorn. I look forward to our future collaboration."
"Likewise," I grin. "Keep the file, and have a pleasant day."
As I turn to leave, I hear Mr. Gold speaking again, causing me to pause. "If it's any help, you should speak with Mr. Hecate." Returning to my previous spot, I question the man about the importance of Mr. Hecate.
"Hecate is an old colleague of mine. He also designs, but more in terms of Men's fashion. His favorite pieces to create are top hats."
"Top hats?"
Yes, he has a fascination with them."
"Right," I reply, thinking nothing of it. "How can I reach him?"
"One moment," Gold replies, opening a drawer. Seconds later, the man reveals a card and hands it to me. "This is his business card."
"Thank you."
Leaving the store, I walk to Granny's diner looking for Emma. I promised to meet her here for breakfast after she drops off Henry and I'm done with my meeting with Gold. Nevertheless, when I enter the diner, I'm stunned to see Ruby rushing over with a grim face.
"You just missed it, hun."
I groan to myself as I take a wild guess as to what could have happened to my best friend. "Another clash between Emma and Madame Mayor."
"Yup," She says, popping her hip to the side.
"Darn it, how did it go?"
"Well," Ruby grimaces as she leads me to what I assume is Emma's table. "It didn't go too well. Emma spilled hot-coco on herself. She's in the back cleaning up."
"Oof, that's embarrassing," I winced, praying the blonde doesn't sustain any burns. "Kinda glad I wasn't here to witness the second-hand embarrassment."
"True, but hey, do you want me to tell Emma you're here?"
"Sure, thanks."
"No problem! In the meantime, I'll bring your order out. Emma already told me what you wanted to eat."
"She really is the best," I smile, waving goodbye to the brunette.
Once she's gone, I pull the card from earlier back out. I didn't get a chance to read it at the pawnshop since I was in a hurry to meet with Emma and my soon-to-be breakfast. However, while I wait for the two I might as well take a look at it now. Once I begin reading it over, I start to feel strange when my eyes land on the name.
Jefferson Hecate
Why does that name sound familiar yet foreign at the same time? I think to myself. Have I heard of him before? No, probably not.
"What are you looking at?"
Looking up, I notice someone familiar carrying my plate of food with some milk. Smirking to the older woman, I say, "Never knew you were a waitress here, sweetness."
"Ha ha ha," Emma sarcastically laughed. "Just be happy you have me."
"Always," I respond as I take a bite out of my food. "So, Ru told me about the run-in with the mayor."
"Did she tell you anything else?"
"You mean the Coco incident? Yes."
"Geez," Emma moaned in embarrassment. "Can we forget that ever happened?"
"I have no clue what you're talking about," I shrugged. "By the way, how's the job hunt going?"
"Well, I got an offer."
"Really? Where?"
"Sheriff's station as the deputy."
"...Um, are you even qualified to do that?"
"Well, if a cop can become a bounty hunter, then I don't see why I can't do the opposite."
"True enough, but are you even interested in the job."
For a split second, I notice the blonde's face contort into worry before disappearing. Obviously, something must be bothering Emma, even if she's trying to hide it from me.
"Okay, I was just asking questions. That doesn't mean you have to doubt yourself."
"I never said-"
"You didn't have to. Your face said it all."
"Fair enough," Emma breathes out, knowing she can't keep anything from me. "It's just- Al, we move a lot."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"We never make roots?"
"Make...? You want to plant a garden? I mean, I don't have the 'green thumb,' necessary for plants, but I'll try?"
"No, Alice," Emma groans in frustration as she drops her head an inch. "We never made a home somewhere. We move too much. What if Regina is right and we leave again? Do I even have a right to be here if I'm going to leave again? I mean, I left Henry to give him his best chance, and now I'm back."
"What's your point?"
"Y'know what, just forget it," Emma declared, getting irritated with me. "Forget what I said."
"Em, listen, I don't think it matters what we did before we got here. Regina wants to hurt you; make you feel insecure and nervous. I'm guessing this is the only way she can do that. Plus, so what if we moved a lot in the past? That was then, and this is now. We didn't have a reason to be tied down. Now, we do. In my opinion, you don't have to prove yourself to anyone, especially Regina. Your rationale is your own."
"Thanks, Al. I needed to hear that."
"Anytime, but next time let's try not to bite off my head."
"Sorry, I'm kind of all over the place this morning."
"No kidding."
"Yeah, I mean, between being frustrated and making inspirational speeches, I've been a bit of a mess."
"Inspirational speeches? When? To the cook?"
"Pfft, no, it was right before I brought you your food."
"Really, and I missed it? Did sparks fly? Were there tears? Did they thank you for your time and attention?"
"Why did you make it sound like I'm a stripper?"
"Technically, a prostitute, but that doesn't matter."
Rolling her eyes, Emma begins to smile as she explains the situation, "It's this girl I found in the back room when I was cleaning up. She's pregnant, and everyone is telling her to give the baby away."
"What did you say?"
"To keep it."
"Is that the best choice?"
"Well, it is her choice."
"I never said it wasn't, and I'm all for mom's taking responsibility for the parasites they procreate."
"Nice way of putting it," Emma sarcastically announced. "Mainly, the parasite part."
"I mean, that's what they are," I shrugged. "However, can this girl sustain the child in a healthy environment? The child's safety is more important than new clothes or accessories, etc."
"Well, I didn't really ask her that."
"You were too caught up in the moment, weren't you?"
"...So, how did it go with Mr. Gold?"
"He said he'll think it over," I replied as I immediately changed gears. "But he did give me someone's business card."
"Who's?" she asked. Instead of answering the question, I hand over the card to Emma. She gives it a quick glance before handing it back. "So he's also a seamstress?"
"You mean a seamster? Apparently, but I have this odd feeling like I've met him before?"
"Why do you say that? Have you?"
"I don't know... His name sounds familiar."
"Maybe it reminds you of someone from your past."
"Maybe..."
As the two continue their conversation, another pair, about a block away in a different building closed to all except the two, holds a pawnbroker and a mayor. Only, they're so much more than what meets the eye. One, an Evil Queen, and another a Dark Lord, the worst of his kind. Both with memories intact, even if one lies about his newfound recollections.
"Madame Mayor," Mr. Gold calmly greets as the woman strides forward. "What brings you to my humble shop."
Regina tries to put aside her irritation with the imp to handle the topic at hand. "I heard of a recent deal you're looking into from one of the squatters, but I have something better in mind."
Gold remains impassive as the former Queen places a firm grin upon her face. True, the two have their share of informants throughout the town, but none who could have overheard his conversation with the oddity that is Alice Thorn. The conversation happened only minutes ago between the two. Perhaps Miss Swann said something about her friend's potential shop at some point. In any case, this should be interesting.
"A deal?"
"Yes, something far better than the deary work of a seamstress."
Chuckling, Gold leans forward to grab the resume from Miss Thorn. "I don't believe anyone would call this deary." Slapping the folder on the counter, the man showcases the sketches, photos of completed outfits, and reviews from happy customers. "The workmanship alone is enough to garner my attention. Miss Thorn was also kind enough to offer a chart indicating the number of profits she makes over the course of her first six months in each state she's lived in. Now, that can close the deal in her favor."
"I would like to point out the first six months bit," Regina quickly bites back. "She's not the type to stay for long. Giving her a shop means the potential in losing more than gaining."
"Not when her best friend is keen on remaining by her son."
Finally, it's Regina's turn to laugh as she smirks at the graying man. "Please, don't make me laugh. Emma Swan can't stay tethered in one place to save her life. She'll leave soon enough."
"Would you like to place a wager on that?" Gold smirks, walking out from behind his cash register to meet the woman head-on.
"No," Regina grits out. "But my offer-"
"Is denied, Madame Mayor," Gold says pleasantly. "Now, I have much work to attend to, so if you would please leave my shop, I would be very grateful."
Almost growling, the would-be Queen stalks out of the shop, slamming the door behind her. In her wake, Gold continues smirking to himself as he busies himself once again.
Odd how things are turning out. Back in the Enchanted Forest, Rumplestiltskin gained the ability to see into the future. However, like most magic, not only does it come with a cost, but it takes time to master. Foresight is not simply seeing into the future as a movie, but more along the lines of photographs. Still-shots. It takes dedication to master which picture comes before the next and even then to decipher the contents.
Nevertheless, there are some things even he can't see. Alice Thorn is one of them. Rumplestiltskin knew that the savior would one day come to Storybrooke, but the arrival of Miss Thorn never appeared in his mind's eye. He was almost shocked the day Miss Thorn first appeared in his shop. Almost.
Regardless of her unusual presence, Gold can't help but take an interest in the woman. Something about her is familiar yet unnerving. Her light blue eyes and dark curly black hair framing her gentle caramel face. She has a bright and confident persona to her, yet serious all the same. However, if one looks into her eyes, the woman has an almost cat-like presence. Watching her opponent with calculating dominance.
"This will be interesting indeed."
Enchanted Forest: Pre Curse
As the sun hits the highest point in the sky, a dark sorcerer waits for his ally. With his golden skin that resembles a reptile rather than a human and amber eyes that gleam in the sunlight, most would stay away from this man named Rumplestiltskin. Well, perhaps most, but not the Mad Hatter.
At the age of sixteen, Jefferson has made a name for himself throughout the realms for his specific skill set. Not many people can jump between realms with ease as he can.
Two years ago, Jefferson came across a powerful wizard who finally managed to accomplish realm jumping through the use of a top hat. Sadly, this man died, but Jefferson seized the moment to acquire the relic. Now, he delivers various goods to his buyers from across the realms. For example, Rumplestiltskin, his most loyal customer; and long-time ally, has called for his assistance again.
"Ah, I see the dark one has a peculiar request again," Jefferson greets, giving a mock bow while tipping his hat in the process. "Grand."
"Right on time as usual," Rumplestiltskin replies. "Eager for gold, I see."
"Business as usual. So, what do you need?"
"Something extremely important. You see the particular object I need can only be found in one place."
"What is it?"
"A Golden Poppy."
"So you need me to travel to Oz."
"Actually, I need you to travel to your old stomping grounds, Wonderland."
"Wonderland? But Oz is known for its Poppies."
"True, between the infamous yet deadly Scarlett Poppies, to the sapphire's, and amethyst Poppies; Oz truly has all of them, except the Golden Poppy. Apparently, a deal between Glinda and the White Queen transpired a few centuries ago. Oz received the single iridescent mushroom Wonderland ever grew while Wonderland obtained the only Golden Poppy in existence."
"Is it as deadly as the Scarletts?"
"On the contrary, it has no deadly effects."
"Pfft," Jefferson began to laugh at the dark one wanting a flower with no deadly results. "Then why desire it? This is very unlike you."
"Well, if you must know, it's necessary for an experiment I'm conducting."
"Really, huh? Fine, do you know where in Wonderland the flower is hidden?"
"No, but I'm sure you'll do fine. It's only been six months since your last stop."
"Six months is a lifetime for them," Jefferson groaned sarcastically. "Fine, but this is going to cost more than usual. Not that it matters to you."
"Yes, yes, yes, but listen, there's a catch. The Golden Poppy only blooms for five days. On the fifth night, it dies, and is no longer any use to me."
"So, how much time do I have?"
"A week."
"Good enough for me," Jefferson announced, tossing his hat in a spinning motion. "See you soon."
Jumping through the portal, Jefferson finds himself in Wonderland among the singing flowers. Sighing, the teen picks up his top hat and walks to the only creature in Wonderland who can possibly know the whereabouts of the Golden Poppy.
Storybrooke: Present time
"I am so glad the rest of our stuff is here," Emma said as she unpacked some of the boxes as I watched. "You can join in the unpacking at any point, Alice."
"Nah, I packed so you can do this part."
Emma gives me a look, but I ignore it for a sip of coffee as Mary Margaret hands the two of us a plate of food.
"So, that's all your stuff?"
"Pretty much. Em, and I aren't sentimental beings."
"I guess that makes packing easier."
"Now, that is the positivity we love," I joked. Right as I'm about to say something else, the three of us hear a knock on the door. "I didn't know we were going to have a guest."
M&M jumps to answer the door while I leave my food on the counter to trail behind here. By the time I reach the woman who is opening the door, I notice who is on the other side.
"Mr. Gold? What are you doing here?"
"Ah, Miss Thorn," Gold smiles, holding a hand out for me to shake. "It's a pleasure to see you again."
"Likewise. Is this about the shop?"
"No, I'm looking for your friend, Miss Swan. Is she here at the moment?"
Before I can call on the blonde, she pops up behind me without a word. I shrug and take a step back to allow the two some space.
"Hello, my name is Mr. Gold. We met briefly on your arrival."
"I remember."
"Good, I have a proposition for you, Miss Swan. I-uh, I need your help. I'm looking for someone."
Puffing out my chest with pride, I look to Emma. "And the Sheriff said you'd have no business here."
"Right, well," Emma tried to say as all three of us glanced at the petite raven standing beside us.
"You know what? I'm going to go jump in the bath," M&M declared, grabbing me by the arm. "Come on, Alice."
Raising an eyebrow, I put a hand on top of Mary Margaret as I speak. "Wow, so forward. I never knew you swung that way, M&M."
"What?"
"However, I do not. Still, the fact you're spontaneous and brave enough to say this in front of guests is something to admire."
"What?!"
"Ignore her, Mary Margaret," Emma said as she attempted to hide her grin while Gold and I shared a smirk. "I'll handle this."
"...Right?" With that as her parting statement, M&M leaves the three of us to our discussion. Waving the man in, Emma and I move to the side to allow Gold to enter the premises.
"I have a photo," He mentions, handing a photograph of a young woman to Emma. "Her name is Ashley Boyd, and she's taken something quite valuable of mine."
"Why don't you call the Sheriff?" I asked the man. "I mean, it's great that Emma can help you, but I'm sure Graham is more than happy to assist with theft."
"Because, uh... she's a confused young woman. She's pregnant, alone, and scared. I don't want to ruin this young girl's life, but I just want my property returned."
"And what is it?" Emma asked as she put the photo to the side.
"Well, one of the advantages of you not being the police is discretion. Let's just say it's a precious object and leave it at that."
"Sounds illegal, but okay," I mumble at last as Emma's elbow meets my rib. "Ow!- What?! It does."
Bringing us back to the main topic, Emma begins her standard set of questions. "When did you see her last?"
"Last night. That's how I got this," Gold said, lifting his hair to motion to the gash on his temple.
"Geeze, that looks bad," I call out as I walk to the kitchen. Under the sink, I pull out the first aid kit before pulling Mr. Gold to the nearest seat. He tries to pull away, but I don't allow the chance. "That needs to be taken care of before we continue. An infection can cause just as much damage if not more so than the initial wound."
"Very well."
Silently, I go to work treating the wound on Mr. Gold. The room goes silent, but I hardly notice it as I pull the bandages and antiseptic out from the kit. However, as I put the last piece of the butterfly bandage on the man, I finally note the scrutiny on his face. Still, oddly enough, I'm not bothered by it. If anything, the gaze feels almost familiar and comforting.
"There," I declared. "Feel better?"
"Much," Gold slowly spoke. "Thank you, Miss Thorn."
"Anytime."
"Ahem," a cough resounds from Emma's throat. "As you were saying?"
"Ah! Yes, about Miss Boyd. Honestly, it's so unlike her to act this way. She was quite wound up, rambling on and on about changing her life. I have no idea what got into her. Ms. Swan, please just help me find her. My only other choice is the police, and I don't think anyone wants to see that baby born in jail, now do they.
"No, of course not."
"So you'll help me then?"
"I'll help her," Emma clarified to the pawnbroker.
"Grand."
Just as we're about to conclude the meeting, Henry swings open the door to Mary Margaret's apartment with a grin. "Hey guys, I was thinking we..."
The child comes to a halt at the sight of Mr. Gold's figure rising from his seat.
"Hey Henry, how are you?"
"Okay?"
"Good," He swiftly replies, walking past us to the door. "Give my regards to your mother, and Miss Thorn, I'll return with a reply to your earlier inquiry soon. Also, good luck Ms. Swan."
As Mr. Gold closes the door behind his retreating figure, Henry quickly rounds on us. "Do you know who that is?"
"Yeah," I replied quickly. "He's Mr. Gold."
"Alice... I meant in operation Cobra."
"Well, Henry, be specific next time."
The child rolls his eyes as he turns to Emma. "Is that all you brought?"
"Henry, what are you doing here?" the blonde inquires as she redirects the conversation.
"My mom's gone till 5:00 I thought we could hang out."
"Aw, kid, I wish I could, but there's something I gotta do."
"Can I help?"
"Henry-"
"It's fine, Em," I interrupt. "Henry and I can spend some time together while you go to work."
"Thanks, Al. Bye Henry!"
Emma leaves the apartment as Henry looks back at me despondently. "What now?"
"...Wanna go for a ride on my motorcycle?"
Wonderland: Pre Curse
As Jefferson calmly wanders into the thick plumes of smoke, he gently calls out to the all-knowing blue caterpillar. "Absolem? Can you hear me?"
"Sadly," I deary voice calls back. "Mad Hatter, it has been some time."
"Well, I have business here once again."
"Indeed."
As the Mad Hatter wanders about, trying to find the insect, he continues speaking. "Say, do you happen to know the whereabouts of a certain Golden Poppy?"
"I do."
"Will you tell me where it is?"
"...No."
Frowning to himself, Jefferson walks to the thickest cloud of smoke and waves the sweet smell away to reveal the small three-inch blue caterpillar. "Absolem, what's with the secrecy?"
"Jefferson, I know why you seek the flower. A customer must be asking for the plant and sent you to fetch it in their place."
"What of it?"
"What of it?" The caterpillar asked, appalled by the Mad Hatter's ignorance. "That flower is what keeps Wonderland together. Protects its very foundation"
"Don't lie, Absolem. I heard how Glenda the Good gave that Poppy to the White Queen some time ago. If Wonderland could survive before the Golden Poppy, then it can live far after."
"If that's what you believe, and you can not be swayed, then you no longer have any business with me."
"Hold on-!"
With another puff from his hookah, the blue caterpillar obscured Jefferson's vision before disappearing to another mushroom deep within the grove.
Well, that didn't work out quite like I planned, thought the Mad Hatter. Still, someone should have information about its location. Suddenly, an idea formed in the teen's head. If the caterpillar refuses to help, perhaps the aid's to the White Queen will.
With that in mind, Jefferson runs off in the direction of the White Queens territory. A few hours later, Jefferson comes across the porcelain Queens' castle. Her residence isn't too far from Absolem but far enough for the day to turn to dusk amidst his travels.
As the Hatter turns to survey the area, he spots a familiar White Rabbit in the distance. This particular creature is not a fan of him like the March Hare. At least the Hare joins him in his mad tea parties. The White Rabbit, on the other hand, in his waistcoat and infamous pocket watch, detest anything that is not sane. Curious considering the Rabbit lives in Wonderland of all places, but who is he to judge.
Quietly, Jefferson follows the Rabbit until they reach a clearing. It almost seems as if the Rabbit is waiting for someone to appear. Who it could be, the Hatter does not care.
Swooping out of his hiding place, Jefferson grabs the tiny yet chubby Rabbit from the ground by the nape of his collar, careful not to harm the creature. At first, the fluffy bunny struggles before giving up in a huff of frustration upon seeing his captor.
"Why, dear Rabbit, how do you do?"
"Hatter!" the white bunny exclaims in a mixture of fear and annoyance. "Do let go of me at once! I will become late for my meeting if you do not release me this instant!"
"I'll release you when you inform me of the whereabouts of a particular Golden Poppy."
Trying to act clueless, the White Rabbit pulls a doe-eyed look of confusion. "Golden Poppy? What in the world would Wonderland do with a Poppy?"
"Now Rabbit, you really shouldn't lie. Leave that to Cheshire."
Becoming nervous, the bunny kicks Jefferson on the jaw to make a daring escape. Once the teen drops him, the Rabbit falls and immediately takes off, all the while screaming a name. "Alice!"
The Rabbit makes it a few more feet before a weight falls on top of him, nearly crushing him. Jefferson gathers the bunny in his hands, tying the Rabbits' paws with rope.
"Nice try, but unless you start talking, I might be inclined to sell you off in another realm for bits and scraps."
Giving up with a shudder, the White Rabbit gives up with a nod. Calmly, with a bit of a shake to his voice, the furry creature directs the Hatter to his prize. However, what the Mad Hatter doesn't realize is the deliberate set of tracks the bunny left behind for another to trace.
Heaven knows the White Rabbit is not a fighter like the March Hare. Still, there is a particular girl he is good friends with who happens to be incredibly strong. All he can do now is trust her skills to save him and Wonderland.
Storybrooke: Present time
"What gives?!" Henry exclaims loudly. "You drove me home?!"
"Yup," I replied as I tossed the kid over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes while I place our helmets on top of the motorcycle. "Where else did you expect me to take you?"
"To search for the maid."
"Not a chance in hell."
"Why not."
As I walk into the house, thanks to the key I swiped from Henry earlier, I march straight into the kitchen and place the kid on the counter. I give him a firm look not to test my patience before grabbing an apple from a nearby basket.
"Because I said so. Your mom is working. If you want her to live in Storybrooke, you need to let her work in peace. If she fails cause of you, then that means no payment, which leads to us moving to a place with more opportunities. Understand?"
"Yes..."
"Good," I said, taking a bite of the apple. "These are good."
"Well, they're the edible kind."
"What is that supposed to mean?... Oh, the Evil Queen theory."
"You don't believe me, do you?"
"Not even a little."
"I kind of figured," Henry sighs before shrugging off his backpack. A look of confusion passes his features before turning to face me. "Wait, if that's the case, why do you stick around?"
I think to myself for a moment, evaluating my options. Seeing no harm in being honest, I shrug, "Your mom and I have a saying. 'Where you go, I follow.' Meaning we'll never be alone. As long as your mom remains here, so will I."
"But... if you leave?"
"She'll follow," I admit. Emma nearly did before I relocated to Storybrooke for her sake, so I have no doubt she would leave now if I asked. "That's the reason I came here."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I noticed how much Emma wanted to get to know you, vice versa. So, I moved here for her."
Smiling, Henry nods to me, "Thanks, Alice."
"No problem."
Before either of us could speak any further, my phone dings, indicating a text from Emma. Reading it, I quickly march to the front door as Henry follows.
"Lock the door behind me; I've got business to attend to."
For once, Henry doesn't argue as I jump on my bike to meet up with Emma. Apparently, we have a runaway who got an hour head-start to Boston.
Wonderland: Pre Curse
The next day as Jefferson walks between trees, overgrown flowers, and giant mushrooms with the White Rabbit in his grasp, a thought looms over his mind.
"Rabbit," the teen says, interrupting the directions given to by the unwilling bunny. "You called a name yesterday. What was it?"
"Hm?... Oh, it was Alice."
"Who is that?"
"Right, she came back just after you left," The White Rabbit muttered more to himself than to the boy holding him. "Well, to put it simply, she is a girl I met many years ago in the realm without magic."
"Really?"
"Yes, apparently she thought I was something of her father's, so she followed me through my tunnels. Understandable, given the imagination of an eight-year-old. I lost her upon arrival to Wonderland and spent some time searching for the child to return her. Well, after spending two years here, she went back home. Centuries passed, and I thought the girl long dead."
"Makes sense, considering humans in the land without magic can't live so long."
"EXACTLY! Nonetheless, she has. Six months ago, she appeared in Wonderland around the time you left."
"How is that possible?"
"I'm not sure."
"Well, she is an odd one."
"Rightly so, but she is a courageous young woman," The Rabbit said proudly before faltering. "She can't stay in the realm without magic, so she ventured here on her own."
"Why? What could have possibly happened to force her out of her realm?"
"They said she was mad. Locked her up in an asylum because she spoke of me upon her return."
"Of course," Jefferson mumbles, remembering the archaic nature of the dimension. "That realm doesn't believe in creatures like you anymore. If Alice spoke about you to those people and any adventures she had during her stay here, they would have no other choice but to lock her up."
"...Yes, and the atrocities they committed to her for speaking the truth are too horrid to repeat."
"Was it really that bad?"
"...From the bits she told me, it was."
"Well, those people are right about her, so don't blame them too much."
"I beg your pardon?" Rabbit angrily replied, ready to defend his friend. "Don't speak ill of Alice!"
"Rabbit, she has to be mad to live here," Jefferson smirked, trying to reason with the white furry creature. "So, it's best that she never returns to that realm."
Smiling softly, the White Rabbit turns his face to the ground, understanding what the Hatter is doing. "For once, I agree."
The Hatter's smirk deepened before disappearing altogether. "Say, how far are we from the Golden Poppy?"
"A day's journey," The White Rabbit replied. "Thankfully, you'll never see it. Sorry about that."
"Wha-?"
Suddenly, a cloaked figure falls from one of the overgrown mushrooms to land in front of Jefferson as they kick his legs out from under him. Before Jefferson can gather himself to retaliate, the stranger kicks his head. The last thing Jefferson sees as he falls unconscious is a figure looming over him with large blue eyes.
"Well, that was eventful," Alice grins as she frees her old friend. "Wouldn't you agree, Rabbit?"
"Indeed."
Storybrooke: Present time
With the Bluetooth secured to my ear, I speak to Emma as we race down the road to the town's edge. "You sure Ruby said Boston?"
"Positive!"
"Geeze, what in the world is that girl thinking?"
"She's trying to save her baby, Al."
"Save? More like keep, and there are better ways to go about it than this."
"She desperate."
"I can tell," I mutter as a bright red car appears in the distance. "Em, look!"
I hear Emma let loose a low curse as we come to a stop by Ruby's crashed car. The two of us hurry to the car, hoping to see Miss Boyde in good condition, but instead, we find the car empty.
"She must have gotten out," Emma reasons, rounding the car. "Let's search the woods- or not!"
"Huh?"
Following the blonde's line of sight, I spot Miss Boyd on the ground, panting in pain. The two of us rush forward, both of us flanking each side of the young girl.
"Ashley," Emma said worriedly. "Are you okay?"
"No," She huffs in pain. "The baby is coming."
"Don't worry; we'll get you to safety."
"Yeah," I said, turning to my best friend. "Emma, go open the door to the passenger seat and start the car. I'm going to carry her over."
"Right!"
Positioning myself correctly beside Ashley, I gently grab the young woman beneath her legs and around her back as I proceed to carry her to the car. Once I place Ashley in the passenger seat of the yellow bug, I look over to Emma.
"I'm going on ahead to warn the hospital."
"Okay!"
Without another word, I hop onto my motorcycle and take off to the Hospital.
Wonderland: Pre-Curse
Jefferson isn't sure how much time has passed before he awakens. By the sight of the moon overhead, a couple of hours at least must have gone by while he slept. Still, he could always ask the woman sitting a few feet away from him.
Jefferson tries to move only to realize he's tied to a tree. On the other side of the clearing, the cloaked figure has all of his essentials including his hat. Obviously, the woman is not the type to take chances.
"I guess you must be Alice."
She doesn't speak, doesn't even move as she watches him. While the moonlight barely illuminates her figure, Jefferson can still make out the light blue eyes from before. They almost seem to glow in the darkness, beckoning him closer.
"Listen, I was never going to hurt the Rabbit. All I wanted is to find the Golden Poppy."
Silence
"Fine, I get it," Jefferson groans in frustration. "I won't harm the Rabbit again, so can you let me go?"
Silence still rings through the stretch of land between the two as the Hatter loses whatever patience he once held. Time is running out, and he still hasn't found the Poppy. If she continues to waste his time, he won't have any time left to search for the Poppy before it dies.
"Can you even hear me?! I told you to let me go!"
As Jefferson struggles against his restraints, he doesn't notice the woman rising from her seat. Suddenly, a small fire magically appears in her hand, and Jefferson pales as he watches her approach.
"Wait, there's no need to be so testy," He panics, cold sweat breaking through his forehead in fear. "Let's talk this through, hm?" As the woman takes another step, seeming to slow yet quicken her pace at the same time, the male teen balks. "Wait, I'm sorry! Let's talk! Please! WAIT!"
Closing his eyes and waiting for the inventable end, Jefferson squeezes his eyes shut in anticipation. However, rather than being roasted alive, Jefferson hears a giggle from above him. Opening one eye and then the second, Jefferson notes the fire in the middle of the clearing growing. The woman is no longer looking at him, instead choosing to stoke the fire to get it at the proper height.
"Are you always this easily frightened?" a gentle voice simpers through the quiet night air. "Because that is going to be hilarious throughout the rest of our journey."
"Huh? Wait, you aren't going to kill me?"
"Nope! I'm not that type of gal."
"But the fire?"
"Well, how else am I going to cook my dinner." The female replies, striking another match for the Hatter to see. "I like my meals nice and hot."
"Then what was that all about? The creepy stare, I mean."
"Seriously?" the mysterious girl inquires as she turns to face him. He still can't see any of her features due to the hood covering her face, but the woman's body is no longer covered. She's smaller than him but well built and exceptionally equipped. "After you threaten Rabbit with selling him off as scraps of meat."
"I- well-, okay so I deserved it."
"Pretty much."
"So, if you aren't going to kill me, what are you doing?"
"Dragging you to prison."
"Oh, come on?!"
"What? Did you think you can steal the Golden Poppy and get away with it?"
"Technically, I haven't stolen anything yet."
"Kidnapping the White Rabbit with the intent of stealing the Golden Poppy is enough."
"Dammit!"
Storybrooke: Present time
Hours later, Emma and I sit in the waiting room at the hospital. Thankfully, we got here in time. Regardless, that doesn't stop the nerves from getting to us, especially Emma.
"Em, stop pacing."
"I can't help it."
"Well, you need to stop," I said, exasperated as I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes. "Plus, you still haven't called Mr. Gold. You might want to do that soon if you want to receive your payment."
"About that..."
My eyes snap open at Emma's hesitance to call Gold. For reasons unknown to me, my entire body turns cold as all color drains from my face.
"Em," I quietly call out to her. "Please tell me you're going to call Gold."
"I can't-"
"Why! Emma, what the hell happened?"
"Al, calm down."
"No! You have a job to do, Emma."
"I know that-"
"Then? Emma, call Mr. Gold."
"Seriously? You still want me to call."
"Em, she made her bed; now let her lay in it before you get dragged down with her."
"Alice! What has gotten into you?"
"Listen-"
Just then, the doctor appears behind us with a smile on her face. Saving our conversation for later, the two of us face the female doctor with expectant looks.
"Miss Swan, Miss Thorn; the baby is a healthy six-pound girl, and the mother is doing fine."
The two of us breathe a sigh of relief. The doctor turns to leave, and we almost follow until we hear another voice echo through the room.
"What lovely news," Gold gently calls out. "Excellent work, Miss Swan. Thank you for bringing me my merchandise."
The two of us spin on our heels to face the man just as he turns to walk away. Almost immediately, Emma tries to follow. Before she gets the chance, I grab her by the wrist and force her to stay put.
"Ow, Alice, let go!"
Doing as she said, I let the shorter woman go. Emma rubs her wrist in pain, causing a spike of guilt to shoot through me. "Em, I'm-"
Rather than allowing me to speak, Emma scowls at me instead. "Geeze, go easy on me, Incredible Hulk. Not everyone is as strong as you."
"Sorry."
"It's okay, but why are you so worried about Gold? This isn't like you, Al."
"I know, but I can't explain. Something about Mr. Gold seems..."
"Off?"
"Deadly... Listen, I don't understand it myself. Everything was fine until you said you were breaking the deal. It's like an alarm went off in my head, screaming to stop you."
"Alice," Em quietly said, almost sad. I don't acknowledge it as I plead my case.
"Emma, don't do it. Don't break the deal. You will regret it, I promise."
"Al, I have to break the arrangement. Ashley deserves a chance to raise her daughter."
I shake my head in disapproval. Then, an idea springs up, allowing me some ease. "Redefine the deal," I mutter to myself. "Emma!"
"What?!"
"Redefine the contract."
Understanding me, Emma's eyes widen in interest. "You think that will work?"
"Yes, trust me. In the meantime, I'll check on Ashley."
Emma nods before following after Gold as I turn to head to the maternity wing in search of Ashley. It doesn't take long to spot her. I remain in my spot by the nurses station as I watch the mother-daughter duo bond in their room. With the curtains pulled back, giving me enough to see the smile on Miss Boyd's face, something within me twists. I feel a pang of loss and grief. As if something important is just out of reach.
Is this the infamous baby fever women always speak of; I thought to myself. Because it's very convincing.
Just as I'm about to contemplate the idea further, Emma taps my shoulder.
"Hey," I grin. "Seems like that conversation didn't last long?"
"No, but I'm assuming it had to do with the bargain I just made."
"So I was right."
"On the dot," She murmured to me, almost guilty. "I owe him a favor in the future."
"Okay, so that can range to anything. Hopefully, it's not illegal 'cause that would go against the whole deputy thing"
"Yeah, but the thing is you owe him too."
"What?" I questioned, facing the woman beside me. "Why?"
"Because you helped to some extent."
"Dang," I muttered, dragging a hand down my face. "What's the favor? Any hints?"
"Mine? No clue. Yours, on the other hand, is ready right now. He's waiting outside."
"Okay-"
"You don't have to," Emma interrupts as she grabs my wrist. Her grip on me isn't as strong as mine was on her own, but the weight behind it is just the same. "This was my fault, not yours." I smile at the blonde, allowing her to hold me as I place a hand on her shoulder. This doesn't stop Emma from speaking. "I decided to come to Storybrooke. I picked a fight with the Mayor and Gold. I stopped the contract, not you."
"I would love to say that isn't true, but it is. However, I don't care. Because where ever you go-"
"I follow," Emma finishes for me.
"And your sins are my sins," I add gently. "So, don't worry."
"Okay."
"And go congratulate Ashley."
"Okay," Emma smiles at last. She releases my hand to take a step forward until realizing I'm not following. "Al?"
"Go ahead; I got a conversation to get to."
Nodding, Emma walks to Miss Boyde's room while I look for the pawnbroker.
It doesn't take long to find the man. He stands by himself at the entrance of the Hospital with a tiny but genuine grin. The anxious feeling I felt earlier is now gone, leaving me numb in its place.
Man, what is up with me lately? I thought to myself. My emotions are everywhere right now. Am I pregnant? Wait, I haven't had sex recently, so that can't be true… Unless, am I like Mary?
Instead of entertaining that train of thought, I steel myself for the future odd encounter with Gold.
Walking up to the man with determination and now a new sense of unwanted ease, I confront him. "Mr. Gold, I believe you wanted to see me?"
"Ah, Miss Thorn? I believe Miss Swan relayed the new contract to you, didn't she?"
"Yeah,... I owe you a favor now?"
"Yes, but don't worry because this deal will benefit you just the same."
"How so?"
"My shop, tomorrow morning at seven o'clock sharp. I expect to see you there."
"Wait, are you offering me a job?"
"Yes, I am."
"But why on Earth would you do that?"
"Let's just say you owe me and leave it at that."
"And my shop?"
"In due time."
"Will I get paid?"
"Well of course."
Having no questions I remain silent. Sensing the conversation has come to an end, Gold excuses himself with a smile. I'm tempted to follow until Emma's voice catches my attention.
"So, what did he want?" she inquires, looking to me for answers.
Silently, almost too quiet to be heard over the hum of the busy hospital, I answer her, "He gave me a job."
Wonderland: Pre-Curse
As I carry the infamous Mad Hatter over my shoulder to the closest authorities, I admire the view in front of me. It's a beautiful morning in Wonderland, with not a storm cloud in sight. Honestly, out of all the realms, Wonderland has to be my second favorite, just behind another that's close to my heart.
"Y'know, it's not too late to turn around," the Hatter proclaims. "If you do, I'll cut the earnings with you."
"No," I smirk, continuing my march. The White Rabbit ran off ahead of me the day before to warn the authorities of my approach. He's one of the fastest creatures in Wonderland, so it was the easiest job to give him.
How Rabbit got caught, I will never know. I wonder to myself as I shake my head in disapproval.
"C'mon," he groans, trying to wiggle free. "At least allow me to walk on my own. This is embarrassing, and I have a reputation to uphold."
"Don't care~!"
"Ugh, what's so important about a stupid flower?!"
"Stupid?" I exclaimed, dropping the boy in shock. "Opps."
"Hey?!"
"Sorry," I replied nonchalantly, picking him up again. "My bad."
"Honestly, how are you this strong."
"I drink a lot of milk."
"Pfft, more like spinach."
"Are you referring to Popeye?"
"I've been to you're realm before," he mutters proudly, but I focus on the latter sentence for another reason. He must sense my discomfort even if he can't see my face. "Sorry. I didn't mean to bring up bad memories."
"Bad memories? How did you–?"
Understanding my question, I can feel him shrug on top of me. "Rabbit."
"Ugh, that loudmouth bunny."
"Yeah," a silence follows his statement, and I do nothing to change it. Still, it must bother the other teen since he decides to speak. "So, what's the importance of the Golden Poppy?"
"You've been a frequent visitor of Wonderland from what I've been told. I'm shocked you don't know why it's important?"
"Sorry, I'm not chummy with the White Queen-"
"Neither am I, Hatter," I cut in. "I don't like those with crowns."
"Really? So, the Poppy is common knowledge?"
"The whereabouts? No, but the story behind it is."
"So, what is it? A love offering?"
"Pfft, no," I laugh at his statement. "Peace."
"Peace?"
"Yes, you see, long ago, before either Glinda the Good and the White Queen became rulers, both Oz and Wonderland were in turmoil. While Glinda was a young sorceress in the making, an Evil King ruled Oz. He persecuted the young girl for never marrying him, thus forcing her to flee. The White Queen, a princess in Wonderland, found Glinda when the witch came here and gave her a home. As time passed, the two became friends and shared many secrets. Their friendship is so strong the two swore never to hurt a living thing under the great falls of Cardamine pratensis, the cuckoo flower. Well, just as they shared secrets, they shared their fears as well. Oz was plagued with the Evil King and his horrid subjects, Wonderland dealt with the Jabberwock."
"What's that?" Jefferson asked, and I nudged him with my shoulder. "Ow! What did I do?"
"Hush, or you won't hear the story. Now, as I was saying, right, the Jabberwock is a giant winged chimera with the body of a dragon, a whiskered, fish-like head, insectile antennae, and a pair of talon-like hands on both its arms and its wings. He terrorized all of Wonderland, forcing a dark age to those who live here."
"I can't imagine Wonderland like that," Jefferson quietly muttered, but I heard him all the same.
"Neither can I."
"Wait, but I thought you were there?"
"What makes you think that? I just said the story is common knowledge not a part of my past."
"Well, Rabbit said he met you centuries ago."
"No," I laughed, lying through my teeth. "First off, this happened more than a few centuries ago. Secondly, the White Rabbit might be known for his pocket watch, but his logic and memories are more like a broken clock. He's right only twice a day in both aspects."
"Well, that makes more sense. Anyway, what happened next."
"Well, the two formed a plan to free their countries. Wonderland offered an iridescent mushroom that was once home to Absolem. Glinda took it and placed it in the fountain for all to drink. The mushroom, unlike the ordinary ones Wonderland possess-"
"-those are ordinary?"
"Gives knowledge and wisdom. After that, the people gave Glinda the crown becoming the queen she is now known as. Now that Oz is safe, Glinda returned the generosity by gifting the Golden Poppy to the White Queen. Unlike its cousins, the Golden Poppy offers protection. All the White Queen had to do is gather her bravery and plant the Poppy at the entrance of the Jabberwock's cave. The plant acts as a seal, keeping the Jabberwock trapped inside."
"So, if I were to take the Poppy," Jefferson slowly realizes in horror. "The Jabberwocky-"
"Jabberwock is the proper pronunciation, but as you were saying."
I can't see his face, but I can only imagine the scowl directed at the back of my cloaked head.
"That creature would've killed everyone, right?"
"Yeah," I quietly reply, growing serious. "It kills for sport, not hunger. I burned down an entire forest just north of it's current location. That forest never grew back… it's a desert now."
"I-I never knew."
"Then why try to uproot something you know nothing about?"
"For the money," Jefferson answered shamefully. "It's my trade in life."
"Honestly, from one pursuer of goods to another, here's some advice. Always learn the legends behind an object your client seeks."
"But they're never true."
"But they hold a sliver of the truth in their lore's. Look at today, for example! You almost damned us all."
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay," I replied to the taller teen. "But now that I told you about the Poppy, you need to tell me about the person who sent you. I can't allow any future attempts from them or his allies."
"I wouldn't quarrel with him if I were you, Alice."
"Don't worry about me Hatter," I smirked. "I fear no one."
"Very well," he hesitates, sounding as if he doesn't believe me. "The Dark One: Rumplestiltskin."
I freeze at the sound of his name, dropping the boy in the process. I only come back due to the sound of Jeffersons' voice. "ALICE!"
"Huh?"
"Are you alright? You aren't moving."
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"...Do you know him?"
"No," I lied again. "But I heard of him."
"He's not that bad," Jefferson said, pushing himself to a sitting position with some difficulty.
"Perhaps, but I can't be sure with all of Wonderland at stake."
"You don't have to worry about him."
"Hm? Why is that?"
"Because I'll tell him I couldn't find it."
"Liar," I snort in disbelief. "You'd be breaking a deal with him. No one does that and lives to tell the tale."
"Technically, the bargain is the Poppy in exchange for money. But, if I don't receive payment, then the contract is void."
And he's all about technicality, I think slowly. This might work. Might.
"How do I know I can trust you?" I growled, pulling a knife from my belt to point it towards the male. "It's not like you have a reputation for being trustworthy."
"Because I would never kill to get something like gold," Jefferson answered honestly, never fearing the knife in the girl's hand. Instead, he tries to look into her eyes which are hidden by the shadows of her hooded cloak. "I steal for money, but I don't kill."
"Everyone has a price," I counter. "And he has an ever-lasting supply of gold."
"But if I did that, I'd never see you again."
"Wh- what? Why does that matter? I'm taking you to prison, not exactly a happy place for any creature. Wait, if you're trying to trick me-!"
"I'm not," Jefferson added, trying to ease the girl. "I don't want you to get hurt, Alice."
Alice froze; hearing those words did not comfort the teen. There have been too many instances she felt pain due to someone pretending to help her, and Alice swore she would never allow it to happen again. Still, the look on Jefferson's face is so sincere it causes her to hesitate.
Then a test is in order, Alice thinks to herself.
"Fine," Alice muttered, slicing the rope off the other teen in one swing. "Then leave Wonderland without searching out the Golden Poppy."
Standing up to his full height, Jefferson looks down at the cloaked figure. He still hasn't seen her face, but he doesn't need to.
"What will you tell the others?"
Smirking, Alice throws the top hat to the side before speaking, "You got away."
Jefferson smiles a genuine one that unknowingly melts Alice's smirk into a matching smile.
"Until next time Alice."
Jefferson moves to spin his hat, and just as the relic gains speed, the teen looks back to the female.
"There will be a next time, correct?"
"Who knows," she shrugs. "Life is weird when it comes to meetings."
"True enough," the Mad Hatter nods, jumping through the hat to land in his home dimension.
Stooping to the ground to pick up his hat, Jefferson journeys to the Dark one's palace. It doesn't take long to get there. Striding to the tower where he knows the lab of the Dark one lays, Jefferson grows nervous even if his face doesn't show it.
"Ah, you've returned," Rumplestiltskin calls out. Turning away from his project, the imp struts to the teen, only to frown. "Where is it?"
"The time you gave me was wrong," Jefferson lied. "The Poppy was long gone by the time I found it."
"What?! Hm, I'll have to skin the liar for that one. Oh well, do you know when it will appear again?"
"No, it changes every year from what my informant told me. Sorry, you can't finish your project."
"Eh, it's of little consequence," the older man grins. "I need you to travel to another dimension to pick up a rare medicinal stone with similar effects."
"Wait-"
"Don't worry; I'll pay you more than the original amount for the inconvenience."
"That's not my question..." Jefferson muttered, almost in shock. "Why didn't you send me to get the stone instead? A stone can't die."
"Eh, not as potent," The golden-skinned figure scowled. It was at this moment Jefferson realized the type of man he became. A man who cares for little about others and nearly doomed an entire realm for a bit of Gold. All his friends and allies within Wonderland would've died if Alice hadn't intervened.
"I don't deserve it," he mutters, never noticing he said it out loud until his companion replied.
"I got the timeline wrong, so don't be too hard on yourself, Jefferson," Rumple waves off, trying to cheer the man. "Now off you go."
Nodding, Jefferson slips a mask of indifference back onto his face. He strides into the darkness, never looking back.
So now everyone knows how the two met, but the next chapter will explain Alice and her long life. Here's a hint: a minute there is a day in any other realm. Good luck!
