A/N;; Ok, since my attempt at this particular drabble set isn't (I don't think) exactly what the person originally wanted, I'm going to try and fix that. I'm not taking out the original drabbles I wrote for this prompt, since I like them as it is, so these are set a bit before those two. Anywho, enjoy. :]
On a side note, congrats to DefyingGravity24 and Moonrose91 for getting the quote. :]
Hatter.
Prick, pardon me, Jack's words smacked me across the face. "Who would you trust..." He was making Alice choose! No decent man would ever do that to the woman he supposedly loves. I didn't even dare to glance at her, because I knew what she'd do, I knew who she'd choose. It felt like someone had their hand in my chest, and was trying to rip my heart straight out. This isn't fair, I cried inwardly. I knew I would never be able to compete with Jack, I knew that caring about Alice the way I did was pointless from the moment I found out who her boyfriend really was. But dammit, I couldn't help how I felt. He was a prince, not only that, he was dashing, handsome (I couldn't deny it, as much as I'd like to), heroic, exactly the kind of man most women dream about. And then there was me. A coward, a trickster, someone who would probably meet their end in a dark alley way somewhere. I wasn't destined for greatness. I didn't deserve it, and I certainly didn't deserve Alice. So I let her go, I told her to go. She asked if I was coming with her, but I couldn't do that to myself. It could've been me just being too hopefull... but I'd almost swear she looked back at me as they rode off.
Alice.
"Who would you trust..."
I almost shook my head, wanting to tell Jack that he was being stupid, but stopped myself. I couldn't deny what he was saying, he certainly was more well connected than Hatter. And he knew Catapillar personally. Not to mention, I came down here to rescue him, so a part of me felt like I should go with him, to make sure that somehow, we both got out of here together. Then I noticed Hatter's face. He looked like someone had told him that his parents had died and no Christmas was coming at the same time. The look on his face was one of complete dispair. I wondered for a moment if it was because of what Jack said, and if that was the case, then someone clearly needed to tell him that he was better than what Jack was implying.
That thought caught me off guard, since when did I really care about Hatter's feelings? With that in mind, I agreed to go with Jack, though I did try to get Hatter to go with us. I wanted to include him, to show him that he was useful, but he declined. What did I care, right?