AN: Okay, so I think this may have stopped being a song-fic story. I really only had the first three songs picked out originally, and I am once again at a loss for an appropriate song for this chapter.

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Sami hesitated, her finger hovering over the intercom button labeled: HAMILTON / HATTER. She was starting to think this was not one of her best ideas. She had no idea how Alice would react to her being there, let alone what she was going to say to Alice when she saw her.

All she knew was that she needed to help make it right.

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"Alice, please... please call me. I... I really need to talk to you. Please."

Calling her had made him feel worse – much worse. Alice hadn't picked up. And after the third time it rang to her phone, it started going straight to voicemail. She had turned it off.

She hated him.

Hatter fought back fiercely against the tears that blurred his eyes. He and Alice were now the furthest from reconciliation that they had ever been, and it was all due to a bloody misunderstanding. That, and the universe apparently conspiring against him. Why else would Alice have been for a walk in the very park at the very time that he had been trying to ice-skate.

He fought a wave of anger at the unfairness of it all, and his right hand tingled sympathetically.

No, not here. He couldn't lose control right here.

He wrapped his left hand protectively around his right, and fled.

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Sami slumped at the table, fighting back her own tears. This newest misunderstanding was partly, if not mostly, her fault. Or at very least, caused by her. And after Davey had come alive telling her all about Wonderland, and Alice, and everything that had transpired there, to see him shattered so completely once again was heart-breaking. She hoped, wherever he went, that he didn't do anything stupid, but she knew she had to leave him alone.

There had to be some way to fix this... all of this. She wasn't sure how, but she had to come up with something, had to try.

Sighing, she pushed her chair back and pulled her jacket back on. That's when she noticed it, slightly hidden behind bowls of sugar and creamers. A wallet. Davey's wallet. She shook her head and reached for it.

And the idea struck. Not necessarily a good idea, but she had the tendency to act first and deal with the consequences later.

She opened the wallet. A truly awful picture of Davey stared back at her from his driver's license. And I thought mine was bad, she thought, cringing. Then she looked at the address on it, before pocketing his wallet and heading out the door.

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She steeled herself and depressed the button, cringing inwardly at every double buzz that emitted from the intercom. There was no answer. She pressed it again, but with the same result. Either Alice wasn't home, or she wasn't answering her door any more then her phone.

Sami almost sighed with relief as she turned to go. She knew she had no right to be there, that she had already interfered enough. And she was sure that Alice would have told her as much if she had in fact answered the intercom.

But as she started walking away, her mind replayed the amazing story that Davey... Hatter... had told her. Wonderland. Everything they had overcome to be together in the end. Everything they had fought for.

They belonged together. And they needed to talk.

She looked up, realizing she was only a couple of blocks from her work. Murray would probably be closing the restaurant by now, but hopefully he wouldn't be gone yet.

She smiled at Murray as she rushed in and divested him of his pen, before grabbing a napkin and scribbling a hurried message. Then she went to the till, grabbed a piece of tape, and was gone again. Murray laughed slightly to himself. Sami was on a mission again.

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Luck was on her side.

As she rushed back to the apartment block, a middle aged man was just coming out. "Hold the door?" she called out cheerily, shooting him a bright smile and holding her keys as though she lived there too. The man nodded, and held the door ajar for her to run through.

Apartment 305. Apartment 305. She rushed up the stairs, and down the hallway until she reached the corner unit. Then she pulled the napkin from her pocket and taped it to the door.

"Come on, Alice... call him," she said softly as she pressed her hand against the door. Then she turned and rushed back out of the building.

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Alice had fought back tears when she had heard Hatter's pained message, pleading with her to call him. She had listened to it, over and over, and her fingers had pulled up Hatter's number on her cell, over and over, but she couldn't quite hit send. She needed to figure out what to say. She needed to figure out how to fight for Hatter. She needed to figure out how to tell him that she didn't want to lose him to another woman. She needed to figure out how to ask him to come back home.

She had barely slept for two hours, curled up with Hatter's pillow, her cell phone still in her hand. The sky was still dark when she woke up again, though the clock was telling her that it was six twelve in the morning. Groaning, she dragged herself out of bed to put the coffee maker on.

Her eye caught on the napkin, still laying on the kitchen table. CALL HIM. PLEASE.

Her fingers automatically found Hatter's number once again, and this time she pressed send.

It went straight to voicemail.

Concerned, she tried the call again. Voicemail again.

Alice's heart dropped. What was going on? Hatter's phone was never turned off. Where was he?

A cold hand of panic suddenly gripped her stomach. The Looking Glass. What if he had found a way to open it and had gone back to Wonderland? Was that even possible? She stifled a sob and cursed herself for not answering the phone when he had called her. What if she really lost him this time?

Then Tim's words rang in her heart again. "Fight for him."

She set her jaw in determination. If he had found a way to go back to Wonderland, then she would follow him there. At the last moment, she grabbed the napkin and her cell, and rushed out the door.

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Sami frowned as Davey's phone went straight to voicemail... again. He hadn't come home last night, and a part of her hoped that it was because Alice had called him and they had reconciled. But she couldn't fight the unease in her stomach as his phone went to voicemail yet again.

"You okay, Sami?" one of the other waitresses placed her hand on the small of Sami's back, causing her to jump.

"Yeah, Mags, I'm fine." She put down her phone, tightened her apron, and went to serve her customers.

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AN: Umm, where did that cliffie come from? Wasn't planned, but the characters are writing themselves now. :)

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