Woot! I'll actually say something this time! This is my first fan fiction, second chapter. Its partially in honor of my best friend's birthday (whom I call Gilbert and thus the story makes sense.)
But I'm enjoying this! I'll continue it until I can't think of anything else. So lo and behold…Its Alice and Oz!
"Oz my manservant, lying on a table s-l-e-e-p-i-n-g" Oz awoke to Alice's awkwardly un-rhyming tune. Something told him it had started well but she'd been singing so long that she was running out of verses.
It was true. He had fallen asleep on a table. What he didn't remember was the table being 20 foot in the air. It tipped from side to side as he looked over the edge and Alice laughed at his confused facial expressions.
"Alice," he laughed, "Can you give me a hand please?"
"No," Alice smiled, backing up, "You're just a lazy manservant…though I hear you miss the seaweed head."
Oz blushed. He had dreamed of Gil last night. Did he talk in his sleep? And was this dream before or after the table floated 20 foot higher than when he'd lain on it?
Alice leapt and landed smack on the table, the lesser gravity of the abyss carrying her higher and higher. She gripped Oz and hoisted herself on top of the dining furniture. She smirked and chuckled at Oz's shocked face.
Oz shook his head and looked at the pocket watch. Jack had helped him set it right and it worked, even in the abyss. Some mornings he would wake up with hours ticking by in minutes; while others it would barely move at all. This morning though, it seemed on time.
He repocketed the watch and sighed. The table began to rock a small fraction and by the time Alice noticed, it was falling towards the floor. They screamed and gripped the smooth surface of the top.
The table and its passengers landed shaken but safe and the couple quickly decided to climb off.
Alice kissed Oz on the cheek and beckoned him to follow her onward into the abyss.
When Oz's time had run out they had been sent to the deepest level of the abyss, to the pit of hell itself and with the help of a small black cat they had worked there way up to where they had started-where they had met.
Oz had never quite figured out how the cat ended up there. He only assumed that when Cheshire's world dissolved around him that the Will of the Abyss took pity on him and let him into the abyss again. What struck him as totally out there though was the fact that he hadn't turned human again.
Did he need to collect body parts again? Or did he simply choose to conceal his human form? Of course, lets not leave out the other option-what if he wasn't Cheshire at all?
Well, Cheshire or not, this strange cat had led them safely this far and Oz had determined that it hadn't a mind to harm them. Maybe it would take them to where they were going-to find Phillip's father.
Phillip's father had died, leaving him all alone and now they were going to stop at nothing to discover if he lingered in the abyss. If his soul still did then they would retrieve him. If his body did but not the breath within it, they would give him a proper burial. AND, if the body wasn't there at all, they'd return to the world above.
Oz had tried to remind himself daily that Alice had given up finding the rest of her memories for this and that it meant the world to her…because it meant the world to him. Love was funny like that.
"Oz," Alice looked him straight in the eye, "What if Sharon's down here too?"
It struck a chord. Sharon? In the abyss?
"No," Oz replied sternly, "She's alive in the mortal realm, silly! You might as well be saying we'd see Eliot or Ada down here." He laughed at his own joke.
They walked a little bit farther. Suddenly a foot came down on his back.
"How dare you laugh at my name, Bazarious!"
"Eliot?"
Sure enough, the almost grey haired boy was standing on Oz's back, looking triumphant in his lesser weight in this gravity.
"How'd you get here?"
Gomen! All these chapters are so short! But heres 2