Okay here's Alice's POV! Enjoy!

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Alice

I must say this is all very curious. This palace teems with evil and curelity, yet there's hearts everywhere. Cold hearts, I suppose. I hate thinking of my Hatter trapped in here somewhere. His warmth doesn't belong in this cold place.

It's odd to think I'm no longer Alice. Oh, I suppose I am...But I'm wearing a rather uncomfortable dress made of curtains, I'm seven feet tall, and everyone here thinks my name to be Umm. The only thread of normaily is the Hatter's hat in my large hands. And even that isn't normal. It seems so small...Everything seems so small...Just like everything seemed huge in the Tugely Forest.

Suddenly, I hear the sound of a sewing machine coming from one of the rooms with a closed door. I smile. Tarrant.

I turn the tiny door knob and step into the room. I smile again. My Hatter is standing at a table full of beautiful hats, concentrated hard on his work. He looks so small...And so vulnerable without his hat. As if his hat gives him his muchness. I quietly go over to him, setting his hat aside for the proper moment to give it to him. I lean behind him, feeling so huge next to him. Oh, the hats he made are so wonderful. How can he make such perfect things?

"They're beautiful," I whisper. "You must let me try one on." My head's certainly big enough currently.

"It is nice to be back in the old trade again," he smiles. His smile makes me smile too. How curious.

"If only you wern't having to make them for her," I mumble sadly. The poor man. He hates the Red Queen so much. And he's making hats for her to save his life.

Suddenly, I see Tarrant's face glaze over. His green eyes twist golden, his smile dropping. "What's a hatter worth?" he whispers in a slight Scottish accent.

I have to gasp. What's a hatter worth? You're worth everything!

"Hatter...hatter..." he mutters. Suddenly, he springs to his feet, knocking over a hat stand. I jump a little, my heart speeding.

He's going mad.

He tries to run, but the chain around his ankle causes him to be stuck. He looks so afraid.

The poor Hatter...My poor Hatter... He wants to escape.

Just like I wanted to escape the real world just a few days ago.

Pity fills me and I grab his arm and turn him around, taking his face in my hands without thinking. His eyes fade from red-gold to green, and his face shows true mortification. I want to hug him and comfort him, but he inturrupts my thoughts with a shaky whisper.

"Have you any idea why a raven is like a writing desk?"

He is so mad. Why does he make my heart flutter so?

"I'm frightened, Alice." This confession pulls a new lever in me, and I want to comfort him anyway I can. He seems so small now, his face tiny in my hands. "I don't like it in here. It's terribly crowded." He pauses, my thumb stroking his cheek absently. "Have I gone mad?" Fear shows on his face, and he swallows.

That one question pulls me back to my childhood. Me laying in bed, fearing the answer, asking my father the same question Hatter is now asking me. Now I am the adult, and Tarrant is the frightened child. I do what my father did to me: I gently put a hand on Tarrant's forehead. There is no fever, only a mild warmness I suppose always comes with madness. I return my hand to his cheek, smiling gently. "I'm afraid so. You're completly bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are."

He smiles. I smile back.

And for one moment, this doesn't even seem like a dream.

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Well? I hope you all liked this! HatterXAlice forever I say...This scene just made my day...nay, week...nay, year...nay LIFE when I first saw it! :)

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~Rosebud5