A/N Woah, I honestly was not expecting so many story alerts and favorite's from the last chapter. You guys are awesome!

Anyway, heres part two, just a few notes about this chapter :

All the research into the stories used, I made this morning. It was - actually very enjoyable to research into the topic of fairy tales. I was originally worried about the time period, but, that didn't seem to be a problem. Oh, and yes - Hansel and Gretel, I'm not sure if it was a house of made of Cake, or a house made of Gingerbread, so for the purpose of this story - just pretend the house is made out of Cake. In my mind, it's more fun that way :D If stuff is wrong in the other stories mentioned however then ... I obviously don't know my fairy stories as well as I thought I did. Haha ~

Anyway, I'll leave you to continue with this chapter. I hope you like it!!

Alice: in Wonderland

A few months had past, and Alice found herself peering out of the window of the Hatters house, admiring the strange view that was in front of her. Rain, was nothing new to her – however she did not recall ever seeing such weather in Underland before. The fact that it was raining now made her realise how she had, in fact, seen hardly any change in weather in Underland at all, and it made her wonder what other weather they experience. Do they experience things such as snow, and thunderstorms, just like they did back in London, or not?

She heard the Hatter walk into the room, still running around preparing for – what would have been – their daily tea party event. Alice frowned then. Why did it decide to rain now when they were almost ready to leave?

"You know, I don't think I've ever seen it rain here before." She said suddenly, almost to herself rather than to anyone else.

The Hatter however looked up from what he was doing to face Alice, who's back was too him as she continued to look out the window. He smiled, entertained by the idea that she could be amazed by something as small as the rain outside. He turned back to the preparations he was handling before she had spoke, but continued to speak in response to her.

"Well, you wouldn't have. Whenever you appeared here in the past, it was always before the rainy seasons fell upon us." He looked around, almost as if he had lost something very important. "If you're worried about the weather however, you needn't be. The rain will pass soon."

Alice – who was still looking out of the window – pondered on what he had said. She turned her head slightly, watching him hastily packing and unpacking things.

"How are you sure the rain will pass soon? Surely it's unpredictable as to how long it will last."

"Unpredictable? Never. Why, rain showers never last that long. You'll see, we'll be having a tea party quicker than you can imagine." The Hatter said as he finished packing, pulling the lid over the small sized basket. He turned around, and caught Alice's confused expression, replying to it with his signature smile.

Alice on the other hand, just sighed then and smiled back. She believed him, only because – well she still had no idea how things worked in the land, and she was learning very slowly about the many mysteries of Underland. The Hatter on the other hand, he knew the place all too well, as he had demonstrated when giving her tours to various places around the land.

"Well, if you say so. I guess we just ... wait till it passes then?" She walked over to a nearby chair, and sat in it. Waiting around would normally be a very boring experience to her. However, when with the man who she was accompanied with right now, there were no such things as a boring experience. Alice guessed that no matter how long it took for the rain to pass over, it wouldn't be a long wait once they both got talking.

"Indeed." The Hatter replied, following Alice's movements and sitting down in a chair not too far away from her.

The sat in silence for a short moment, Alice spending that time to look down at her shoes. They we're new, given to her by the Queen when she first started living in the palace after she agreed to stay for a while. In a way, she was glad the two of them we're waiting instead of trying to walk out in the rain. Alice did not want her gift to be covered in mud as they trekked through the slushy mud outside.

"I've been meaning to ask you something," Came the Hatters voice suddenly. Alice looked up once he started talking, wondering what it was he was going to ask her. After all, he was totally unpredictable, for all she knew he could be wondering why tree's were green.

"Since you've been here, you've learnt a lot about this place. Yes?" Alice nodded at the question when the Hatter turned to look at her. "Well, I wanted to ask you something – about your world. Actually, I want to know a lot about your world, but I never know how to start. But, I was thinking about this very thing this morning, and it still leaves me pondering. Would you mind, answering a question for me?"

Alice blinked then. The Hatter wanted to know something about her world? About London, which was – in all honesty – so boring in contrast to Underland? She chuckled slightly. In all fairness, he had taught her so much about his world already; it was no wonder why he was curious about her own.

"Of course," She replied smiling at him again. "What do you want to know?"

His expression changed then to one of happiness, and he shifted in his seat as if to get comfortable. Alice only hoped his question was something easy, and something in her ability to answer.

"Well, it's about – your literature, really. You see, there are some books from your world around Underland, and, after your first visit here, I was able to find some. They are ... different from the stories we have here." He paused, a frown appearing on his face as confusion seemed to battle in his mind.

"Well, what kinds of stories have you read from my world?" She asked, trying to work out the various genres and variations of stories they had within her own mind, and trying to find which one would confuse her friend the most.

"Oh, they're all pretty similar actually! And – that's what confuses me really. They're all different stories, set in different places – but the main theme seems to be the same. And no matter how many times one reads them, the idea never becomes clear to me." Again a pause and the Hatter turned to Alice, pure confusion written on his face. "Alice, why is it the woman in your worlds novels often seems to need to be kissed for their dilemmas to be resolved?"

Alice sat in silence for a while, stunned at the question. She just stared at the Hatter, expecting him to say something else. Noting his expression was one which held complete innocence and wonder, she laughed. Of course, he would be reading fairy stories wouldn't he? And of course, they would be the most confusing to him.

As she laughed however, the Hatters expression only grew more confused. She looked up at him, and tried to stifle her laughter at watching his face. Once she was sure she had calmed down enough to talk, she proceeded to answer his question.

"Oh Hatter, they're fairy stories!"

Once again, his expression only grew more confused.

"Fairy ... stories? But, Alice dear – not many of the stories had many fairies in them. In fact, the few I read had none. Well, apart from one about a woman who pricked her finger on a spinning wheel, but even then there weren't real fairies-"

Alice tried to hold in her laughter even more then, knowing all too well that her friend couldn't help but be confused over the stories. She shook her head, and chuckled slightly.

"No no Hatter, they are not called fairy stories because they have fairies in them. They're works of fiction. A way in which – well, a way in which people can escape from the reality, in a way. We call them fairy stories because the act as a sort of escape route, per say."

"But if they are an escape route, then why do they all follow the same structure? Is that how the people in your world wish for things to be?"

"No! Things are very different in London from what they are in the fairy stories Hatter, which is true. But the stories – they're just that. Just stories. There's really no truth behind them. People in my world read them, as a way of pleasure. Just like – just like how you always have your tea parties. There a source of enjoyment."

"O-Oh." He replied, pondering on what Alice had said for a moment.

Alice felt her own mind spinning in confusion then. How could she explain such stories in such a simple way to him? To her, they were so obvious why they were the way they were, but as she put herself in the Hatters position, she began to wonder what he was possibly thinking; about what he thought the stories could possibly mean.

"So, the champions in your world don't follow the ones in these books then? There was no one who got pricked by a spinning wheel, or – someone who ate a poison apple, oh! And there was that one of the servant girl and the glass shoe, was that not true either?"

"No Hatter, none of them are real."

Another pause and the Hatter once again looked as if he was trying to process all the information at once. Alice on the other hand, was trying to remember what fairy tales she had read as a child, and remembered how she had once loved them as a kid. How she loved as her father had read them to her as a young child and how she would go to sleep dreaming of such places. Until, of course, she ended up in her own fairytale world. After that she continued to dream of her wonderland then, even though she couldn't remember such a place as being real.

"It – did leave me confused. You see, if that was how the champions in your world became known for whom they were, then we have a very different view on what a champion is. And, you are already a champion in this world – but for different reasons. Much better reasons if you ask me. Although, that's not to say the champions in your fairy stories aren't champions at all, not at all, it's just they aren't what I would have thought a champion would be and-"

"Hatter."

As soon as she spoke his name, he stopped his babbling. "I'm fine. Thank you." He squeaked.

Alice shook her head again, still thinking about the fairy tales she knew in her past. Silence had passed over the two of them for a few moments, that is, until Alice spoke up once again.

"You know, if the stories are anything to go by, then, my experience here would be deemed a fairy story in its own right. That is, the events that have happened since I've been here would be what you would find in a fairytale story. There are many more tales out there Hatter. There's one, with a girl who walks into the house of three bears without them knowing -"

"How rude of her! Does she not knock?"

Alice smiled then, amused by the Hatters outburst at the story.

"No, but they soon find her there, tucked up asleep in one of their beds. Oh, then there's one with these two young children who find a house made out of cake in the woods –"

"A house of cake you say? Why, that would be a perfect place for one of our tea parties!"

"Well, you say that – a horrible witch lived in the house. And she used the house made of cake and other sweet foods as a way to lure the kids in, so that she could eat the children."

"When you describe her like that, you make her sound like the bloody red Queen."

Alice noticed the Hatters eyes starting to change then, and felt she quickly should change the topic.

"Oh, but she gets her comeuppance in the end, and the children escape, safe and sound. There was also the story of a girl who fell in love with a prince, but she didn't know he was a prince because a witch had turned him into a beast beforehand, as a punishment of his own selfishness towards others."

"Your stories ... some of them are very confusing."

"Not really, they may seem it – but once you read them, there actually very easy to understand."

The Hatter looked at Alice then, as if not believing her for a moment then. Alice knew they sounded confusing, based on the way she was explaining them to him – but she knew if he went into too much detail, she'd probably confuse herself, what with having to explain so many of them to him at once.

"Alice my dear, you are going to have to tell me these stories of yours in detail one day. For I would love to hear them, especially now you point out that there are so many more out there. This one about the prince who is a beast – it ... sounds interesting. Would you tell me about them one day?"

Alice felt herself beam in happiness then. For some reason, the idea of explaining fairy stories to the Hatter was a marvellous suggestion. He obviously wanted to know more, and secretly, Alice was more than happy to explain and tell them to him.

"Of course! I'd be happy to tell them to you. I know quite a few, thanks to my father. He loved telling them to me when I was a child."

The fact that he was taking such an interest in them filled her heart. Her best friend wanted nothing more but to understand more about the very things she loved the most, and it was the first time someone had shown such an interest. Usually, people wouldn't understand why she took such an interest in them, and they would consider her strange and peculiar for doing so. Trust the Hatter however to feel the complete opposite way about her interests.

"Oh!" He suddenly called out, his face also beaming with happiness, and his eyes giving the hint that he was excited about the entire prospect they were planning. "Alice! You said that this place was like your very own fairy story, am I correct?"

Alice nodded then, not understanding what he was getting at. Whatever it was, he was conjuring up another plan in his mind. As she nodded, Alice noticed the Hatters smile only grew larger.

"Well then you must let me make you a dress! A dress like the ones the women in these stories wear! Only, of course it will be very Alice too, seeing as I wouldn't want to make a dress if it wasn't you, and didn't reflect who you were. But oh, I already have the ideas!"

She chuckled once again and watched the Hatter get up from where he was sitting, leaving him to continue to babble on about his grand idea as he began to pace the room.

"- Of course you can pick what colour you'd like it to be, and whatever fabric you'd want used to make it. I think I have some in the next room actually which you can choose out of. If not, I have many in my room I can bring down one day for you –"

"Hatter!" She said through her laughter, noticing him jump slightly as he turned his head to look at her, his train of thought being interrupted. He blinked, and turned around to look at her fully. She got up, and walked over to where he was standing; knowing all too well that his mind was currently still planning and working over his idea for her dress.

"You were rambling again."

"Oh – sorry."

"Don't be." She replied, placing her hand on his cheek to keep his focus on her. Alice smiled, looking up at him. "I'd love for you to make me a dress. I can only imagine how beautiful it would be."

The Hatter broke out into a large smile then, and Alice noticed him quickly look behind her. He pulled her hand away from his cheek, although didn't let go of it, and turned around to pick up the basket he was preparing earlier with his free hand.

"Well, we can discuss everything about it over tea then!" He exclaimed, turning back to her, smile still prominent on his face. Alice looked confused for a moment, and turned her head slightly to look out the window, where she noticed that the rain had now passed. He had been right after all; the shower didn't last long at all.

And so the two of them walked out of the small house together. Alice found herself being pulled along by the Hatter, who still had a clasp of her hand and was now engaged in a long conversation about his ideas for her new fairy tale dress. Alice still felt a grin on her face. She couldn't remember a time in which she had been happier, and decided for what felt the millionth time in her mind that was so very glad she stayed behind, if only to spend more time with the very person who was holding her hand at that moment in time.

:D And that's what happens when The Hatter finds Fairy Tale's.

If you guys liked this, I'll work on a chapter 3 : perhaps, the tea party? ~ Don't feel shy to leave a review, it honestly makes me very happy to know how you feel about the story. And thank you to all those that have read or taken an interest in this story already.