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A/N:Not much to say apart from I hope you enjoy this!

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- While In Wonderland -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Penelope was washing up, the sun outside was shining brightly again, her mood was still on an absolute high. She looked at the ring on the window sill and her smile brightened, magnified beyond measures.

She put her head down, smiling impishly at what had happened the day before. Derek had asked her to marry him and it still felt so surreal. It felt beyond anything life would grace her with. Much like the day Derek finally told her he loved her. She felt her lucky stars shine so bright that they exploded and, unheard of before, reignited themselves afterwards to be brighter than before.

As if he knew her thoughts were drenched with him, Derek stepped in behind Penelope and ran his hands over her hips, around her waist and sat on her stomach, keeping her between him and the sink.

"You look beautiful when you're deep in thought, you know that?" He asked her whispering delicately into her ear, kissing in to crook in her neck.

"Beautiful to you," Penelope told him back as she lavished the tingle of the kisses on her skin.

Derek smirked, "Beautiful to every man that's ever come into contact with you." He told her, "But at least now I know none of them will have you."

"Aha!" Penelope spoke as she slipped out of his grip and then stood facing him, her eyes alive with tease, her lips turned into a thick grin. "Who said any of them could have me before?" She questioned him and then flicked her soap fingers at him, sprinkling him with soapy suds. "I've been promised to you since welllll before we even reached declaration standpoint, Handsome."

"Is that true?" He queried as crossed his arms over his chest.

Penelope's smirk transformed into a well known smile. "It's the eyebrows, my personal chocolate truffle. Those things say everything they needed to."

Derek chuckled, "My eyebrows?" He laughed and shook his heads.

"They define your true emotions." She enlightened him and stepped closer, this time pulling him close to her, going on tip toes to kiss him delicately. "Then comes the rest of those expressions, so I knew you were always after me." She teased him a little more, "Then came the other emotions."

"Let me show you this one," He told her and then began to kiss her slowly before running his arms around her body and bending her backwards to kiss her more dramatically.

Penelope giggled as he away and held her there in that position.

"Oh didn't you just show me," She told him and then hit his arm playfully, "Now let me up so I can finish the washing and show you a good afternoon."

Derek pulled her back, "Sounds like my woman made extremely good plans." He told her and smiled, "I'm gonna go find Clooney's new hideout."

"Yeah, go find him, he needs food." Penelope prompted and went back to the washing up, wanting more of Derek quickly. She felt him give her one more kiss and disappear.

As he searched the house, he heard his name get called, and gave up on finding the overgrown puppy. He was still bewildered by the dog's miraculous disappearing acts lately and he guessed he'd have to remain that way until he saw what Penelope kept calling him for.

"What's up Baby Girl?" He asked as he came back into the room and he just stood and stared.

It then made sense to Derek, as he saw that crimson stain on her dress, the position of it, the pattern. It was identical to the wound he had seen on her when he had dreamt the house had exploded with them in it.

He felt his stomach bottom. His mind began to race. His senses tingling at everything and he became aware of one thing and one thing only about the world he and Penelope had been living in.

This - wasn't - real.

"Derek," Penelope whispered terrified and she put her hand to stomach, trying to find the source of the blood, trying to suss out how she got the wound to produce this much blood. "I-I don't know what's wrong with me."

In the moments of hearing her words, of hearing her fear, he sparked to life. Derek stepped in and just gently lifted her dress, lifted it enough to see what was happening, but the moment he did, all he saw was her bare, silky smooth white skin perfectly clean of any fresh wounds. All he saw was the wound from Battle, and that was now nothing more than an aging scar.

"I don't know where it's from," Penelope spoke up a little, her voice constricting tightly with fear and utter confusion. "It was just there."

Derek dropped her dress and put his hand to her face, "I want you to go upstairs and get changed, I'll be up in a moment, okay?" He asked her softly, "We'll get this sorted."

Penelope nodded and went upstairs, taking his essence of calm she went up in the a similar manner, knowing Derek knew something but understood that he had to process it first before he shared it. She would do as he said and she wouldn't panic, there had to be some sort of appropriate explanation to it.

There just had to be.

Derek watched as Penelope disappeared up the stairs, taking one hesitant step at a time and he put his hands to his head. It had to be the dream; there was no other reason to it. He paced, back and forth, back and forth, one foot in front of the other.

"Derek!" Penelope screamed, breaking his thoughts, and he responded as if with instinct and bolted for the stairs, running up them, skipping two steps at a time.

He ran into the bedroom, saw her standing in front of the large mirror in their bathroom and continued with haste. What he found however stopped in dead in his tracks.

"I-It was j-just lik-ke it," She stuttered, her eyes unmoving, "It wasn't like this."

Derek went in, grabbed a towel and soaked it with warm water from the tap before he turned to her and dabbed it to her face, ridding it of the blood. He could see her readying to cry, he could feel her shake violently. She looked so muddled in this sick idea of reality.

As he worked gently, wiping the blood from seemingly real wounds he noticed her face was clear and cut free. Much like her stomach, there was no cause of the blood.

He dropped his hands from her face, most of the blood gone and he felt his heart clench tightly, unable to allow him to breathe at all.

"What's happening to me?" Penelope asked him, her tone vulnerable, timid, quivering with the tears that were getting nearer and nearer to be made existent on her cheeks.

Derek's eyes soften to her then, to her mood, "It's not you, it's this, it's here." He said and he knew he had to sound crazy because in his own mind he sounded completely delusional.

"Here?" She asked him bewildered by his statement.

He nodded, "This isn't real." He continued, and he only saw her eyes cloud with obscurities, "You know that dream?" He asked her and she nodded, "I think that's real life."

"B-But here," she started in disbelief, "It's perfect."

Derek pulled Penelope to his chest, holding her tightly, kissing her gently over and over again, "That's the problem, Baby Girl, it's too perfect."

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- While In Wonderland -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

If they say life's a dream

Call this insomnia

Cause this ain't Wonderland

It damn sure ain't Narnia

And once you cross the line

You can't change your mind

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- While In Wonderland -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Song: Bruno Mars ft Cee Lo Green and B.o.B – The Other Side

A/N: Can you believe I went there?