A/N This one is rated M. Its not got any sex or anything in it. (I am quiet rubbish at writing sex scenes). But it has character death. It should probably be a T but just to be on the safe side I've put it as M. Oh and its meant to be about two years since she returned so no Carissa at this point.

'Her scream echoed around the lonely forest she lay in. Her pale blue dress stained, the large brownish red stain in the middle growing wider every second. The pain was too much, every breath she took the sword moved with her. Slicing more flesh and bringing more blood.

How did this happen? She couldn't help but think. Everything had been perfect; she had her happily ever after. She was meant to have forever and a day with him in their Wonderland. They barely got two years.

Through her cries of pain she heard him. She knew that outlandish drawl anywhere. He would make it to her in time to say goodbye, but not to save her. Tears flooded out of her vibrant blue eyes as she thought of her beloved Hatter. She had promised him forever, she had every intention to give him it. Why did this have to happen?

She looked down at her sword imbedded in her stomach, her blood seeping through the wound and staining everything it touched. It was going to be a slow death. She was at least a little glad for that, she didn't want to go without saying goodbye to her lover.

In that instance he came running out of the trees with a limp. His clothes torn, his jacket and hat lost somewhere in the battle. The buttons from his yellow shirt all but gone, showing paler than white skin covered in cuts and gouges. His eyes so black there wasn't chance for another colour to live there. To anyone else he would have been monstrous to look upon; eyes as black as night, hair wild and looking like flames, his deathly white skin covered in smears of blood. To anyone else he was deformed and ugly. But not to his Alice. She saw pouting lips that could set her skin aflame with one touch. Saw the most beautiful eyes that showed her emotions she didn't know existed before she met him. A lithe and lanky body that was more than capable of showing complete pleasure to her and protecting her from the monsters outside their bed. She saw complete and utter perfection.

She watched as his eyes turned to a shocking pink before settling on pale grey. Rushing to her side he let out a sob as his eyes filled with too many tears. He touched her pale face as softly as he knew how then looked to the Vorpal blade stuck out of her.

"No, please don't." He whispered to her, knowing it wasn't her fault she was in this predicament but wanting her to change her mind anyway. She couldn't die. She was Alice. The Alice. His Alice.

His tears spilled down his face and gathered the blood that marked him, running further down and staining his face in red lines.

He ignored the pain that ruptured in his stomach. He had been poisoned some time ago, and while he still had a chance of survival and quiet easily too, he wouldn't take the remedy. Without his Alice, he had no reason to go on.

"Tarrant…" She whispered, her voice not being able to go much louder after being overused in screams to bring him to her side. He looked to her and closed his eyes when her weak hand came up and caressed his cheek. His rouge lip trembled at the delicate touch. "… I love you." She said as fiercely as she could, wanting him to understand that she did with everything she was.

He moved away for a moment to lie on the floor next to her. Wrapping his arms around her as delicately as he could he kissed the riot of blonde curls on her head and smiled sadly to himself.

"I will love you for eternity and a day my Alice." His voice wasn't the broad Outlandish one or his loveable soft lisp. It was the one he used when it was only the two of them. Not too deep or too quiet. A voice that echoed around her soul when he called her name at night, so wrapped up in each other all they could remember was that moment.

She took his hand, using the little strength she had left and held it tightly within her own.

And then she was gone. No more words spoken by the champion of Underland who had saved it once more, her life the only price needed this time.

The Hatter held her tightly in his arms, his eyes a bright turquoise and a small smile on his lips. His poison taking a hold he knew he had moment left.

He kissed her frozen cheek lovingly before whispering softly. "Fairfarran Alice…" And then he too, was gone.'

She woke up in a panic, sitting bolt upright and clutching her stomach where the blade had pierced. That day had haunted her dreams since it happened. She had almost lost him, almost didn't keep her promise of forever and a day. She looked down at her stomach to the paler patch of flesh where the blade ran threw so long ago, and couldn't stop the sob that escaped her throat. They had died, no two ways around it. The battle was fierce and long, and when she thought they had finally won, when she had finally put an end to Stayne with a dagger in his chest he had grabbed her fallen sword and repaid the favour.

She had died in her beloved Hatter's arms then felt somehow from a place she couldn't remember when he gave up and joined her. If not for Mirana's quick work they would still be dead.

She looked to her sleeping husband and smiled through her tears. There was no denying his beauty to her, he was more than perfect. She could not live in a world where he wasn't. Since that day so many years ago his skin hadn't ever really been the same. Whether it was from another poison entering his body or the memory of his lover dead in his arms he wouldn't say. But his skin looked greyer, duller, like his madness had taken over a little bit more and wanted some form of realise. Not that she minded much; while he gave special attention to the scar on her stomach and its twin on her back she had reason to show special attention to his entire body.

When she had learned of his choice to follow her to death she had scolded him quiet harshly, claiming Underland wouldn't be the same without its Hatter. He could see the panic in her eyes and the quiver of her lips and didn't mind much about her severe words for he knew she would have done exactly the same thing if it was her who was forced to watch him die instead.

A/N Right, I was in two minds whether I should of posted it, but was badgered by my friend Lily to put it on cos she liked it. I've read tones of fics with battle scenes and Stayne coming back to take revenge (which all rocked) I just wanted to write an ending and this one was actually going to be a huge future fic thing, but then I changed my mind. I only wrote it cos I was in a bad mood anyway and usually I take my frustration out in stories by killing off innocent happy characters. But then mood gone and they survive YEY! Sorry rambling again…