A/N: Don't you just love writing fic when you should be studying for finals? Here's another what-if situation. More lengthy note at the end.
I disclaim.
Alice bent over the writing desk provided by Doctors Crazy and Crazier, and scribbled down the first address she could think of
Locker 208, Central Station, 4th Avenue, across the road from Plush Platforms and Pumps
She had no idea if there even was a locker 208 at Central Station, and she knew for a fact that it wasn't across the street Plush Platforms and Pumps—that was one of her mother's favorite shops in her hometown of San Francisco, far away from New York. Alice was trusting the Queen's lack of knowledge about her world to get her through this. Once she was convinced that the Ring was in Alice's world, she might let her go. And then she could hide out for a while, use the Ring to get home, then leave it with Hatter, so that he could use it to help the Resistance to pull down the despotic Queen. Hatter...the thought of leaving him panged more than it should have, and she pushed the thought out of her head for now. There would be plenty of time to think about it later.
She heard the wooden doors slide open, and then a wonderfully familiar voice shout "Whoa!" just as she was putting the finishing touches on her fake address. She looks up and sees...
"Hatter!"
"Who's that?"
"Go away! This is a private session!"
Hatter extends his hand to her. "Jump!"
"Get rid of him!"
Alice can feel her whole body shake as she climbs up onto the desk and jumps to the chandalier in the middle of the room. Hanging there, she tries to time her jump exactly. She fails; as she is letting go, Alice can feel that she's let go too soon. the very tips of her toes land on the ledge, and she feels Hatters arms wrap around her, and for one blissful moment she thinks she's safe. But then her toes slip, and they are both falling backwards into the cement-sided pit the Doctors had conjured up for her.
Near the bottom of the seemingly endless hole into which they are falling (for hours, or only seconds? Alice can't decide), Hatter continues to hold her, and whispers "I love you."
And then it's over.
A/N: Okay, so I know that, should you be falling into an endless pit of doom, the first thing on your mind probably wouldn't be to tell the person with you that you love them, but it felt unfinished without it.
This was what popped into my head on my gazillionth rewatching of the miniseries, and I wanted to write it. I promise, this fic isn't turning into an angst-fest. I'm thinking that the next what-if will be happy...we'll see if I can do that.
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