Title: Return to Wonderland and What Alice Found there

Book 1 in the Mad Sort of Love saga.

Summary: Alice has returned to her homeland of England but what happens when she finds that she yearns for her beloved Underland? And a certain Hatter that has won her fancy? She must fulfill her promise and return. But when she does, she will find a certain Bluddy Begh Hed has come back with revenge and bloodlust in her eyes.

Pairing: Alice/Tarrant, Iracebeth/OC, Mirana/OC, Hamish/OC

DISCLAIMER: OF COURSE I DON'T OWN ALICE IN WONDERLAND. Would I be writing fanfiction if I did :)

He watched her leave. The brokenness in her eyes mirrored his own. She needed to answer questions, to solve things in her own world. "Fairfarren, Alice." He whispered and little by little she disappeared. Tarrant stood for awhile longer staring, hoping in every fiber of his body that she would come back. The Jabberwocky blood would have her return to him. "Hatter?" A voice came from behind his own world, where voices argued in his head. He shook his head slightly and returned to Underworld. Mallymkun stood with a group that looked at him in silence. "She's…..gone." He muttered, trying to accept it for himself. He should have kissed when he had the chance, he should have told her he loved her and maybe then she would have stayed. Mirana gently strode over and put a hand on his shoulder. "Tarrant, come along. She will return. Let us go back and celebrate the Frabjous Day. We can fetch Aboslem and read the Oraculum. Perhaps it will tell of her return."

"I must decline, your majesty." He said gently, his eyes looking downward, the same dull green they had been 2 days ago.

"But you must! You are my Royal Hatter, one of my most trusted friends." She smiled, reaching a hand out to him. Tarrant began to laugh. Laugh and laugh. "Tell me, why is a raven like a writing desk."


"Answer the question, why is a raven like a writing desk?"

"I don't know." She said looking downward. Tarrant tipped his hat and began walking through the aftermath of the war. "Tarrant! Tarrant Hightopp!" Mirana called after him. Tarrant paused a moment, the salmon colored ribbon from his hat blew in the wind. "Fairfarren. Mallymkun, Thackery, join me later won't you?"

"Where are you off to Tarrant?" Mirana called. She motioned for one of her guards to get the steps for her horse. She mounted the steed and gently clicked it forward. Mallymkun had climbed up and clung to her shoulder, Thackery was hurriedly hopping behind. She caught up to the distraught Hatter. His eyes were an amber color and he muttered to himself in Outlandish. "Where are you off to Hatter?"

"To wait." He strode forward, his accent thick with warning. Mallymkun leapt to his shoulder. "Come, join the celebration of the White Queen's restored reign!"

"I will not celebrate until Alice returns to Underland."

"That could take years….stone…" Thackery said, picking up a large stone that had crumbled away from the boulder laying on the Jubb Jubb bird's head.

"It took her years before, she'll return when she does."

"What if she doesn't Tarrant?" Mirana asked. He was heartbroken, who could not see he loved the curious and brave women who had left them moments before.

"Then I will stay as I was. I survived thirteen years. I won't be woken by the Queen's escapees who tried to escape time at my table." He paused and looked at his two delirious companions. "Join the party if yeh want. I am goin back to madness." With relief he saw Mallymkun and Thackery turn away to go to the party. Let them celebrate; their victory was won for them. He wanted to sleep into the comatose state of the tea party, time would become offended that Alice had left again, he would stop them all again. Until Alice returned to Underland he would remain dormant. If she never did, he should be glad he would never wake up.

Half the day was already spent by the time Tarrant reached the party scene. It lay untouched from when he left. His chair was empty, the tea pot that had hid Alice sat at the front. Time lay ticking slowly on his pendant watch near the large tea pot. "My old friend Time, it is about time to lose myself again." He sat down in the chair, his eyes an orange and green color. He slouched his head slightly, waiting for the ticking to cease completely, to have him return to his dream state. A gentle creature landed on his shoulder and he was about to flick it away in bitterness when he noticed it was a blue butterfly. "Absolem?"

"Who else would it be. "

"I would have thought that you would go to the celebration at Mamoreal along with all the rest."

"What mind have you to think with?" The butterfly scoffed the man in the top hat.

"None." He gave a mad laugh that quickly faded out. "Especially since she left."

"Alice is Alice now. She has other Jabberwockies to fight and other parties to keep…for now Tarrant. But who knows the Oraculum better than I?"

"Why do you tease me you troublesome insect? What have I done to ye?" Tarrant's accent grew thick in his rage. "She be returnen to 'er dark 'ole o' a land. She will forget. Jus' as the wonderful creature forgot teh las' time."

"Time, Hatter, is her friend not yours. Let it be her friend."

"Gow awey! Fer un who es so wise yeh certently know 'ow to make people angry."

"Tarrant have patience. Your wee spec of a girl will return one day. McTwisp will return with her. As for now I am to join her in the other life."

"How long do I wait?" Tarrant's eye glowed green with a hope they had lost when she drank the putrid purple liquid.

"You wait. Time will be kind to you, Hatter, if not for her sake alone. Stupid girl, hopefully she does what is needed and swiftly returns. I think this whole kingdom will go as mad as you Hatter if she doesn't."

"Alice won't make a promise she can't keep. Now go and keep an eye on the Champion." Tarrant tried to shoo the small creature on his delicate wings.

"Before you rush me off you crazed lunatic, listen to this. Alice will remember. You will be able to see her every day for a period of time. This time she'll stay to listen instead of taking off." Hatter looked at the young butterfly in confusion.

"Whatever do you mean?" He said but didn't get his answer as the butterfly fluttered off. The windmill creaked silently in the background and was slowing down. The watch that sat in front of him stood upright. Its hand came together at twelve o clock and it began to spin in circles. It ceased almost as quickly as it started.

"Where is that curious little girl….what is her name again?"

"Alice?" The Hatter offered and grinned knowing that time was growing slow and impatience.

"When is she to return?"

"Someday she said."

"Well I am tired of ticking and I'm terribly offended. I shall have to stop and wait for her all over again." The clock said in a gruff paternal voice. And it paused. Tarrant could feel the sleepiness take over again. He'd only awaken with the watch, usually when one approaches the table. As he drifted off to sleep, up bounded the March Hare.

"Another adventure into Nothingland!" He laughed hysterically. "Teacup." He stared the cup down as if inspecting it for smudges and marks. Then his head promptly fell on the table. Hatter smiled at his sleeping friend then he too closed his eyes. He crossed his hands over his midsection and almost didn't here Mally's cry of indignation. "More slumbering in wait for that incorrigible girl!" She squeaked.

"Mally you don't have to stay."

"For Hattah I will. But Alice isn't coming back to Underland." Mally squeaked.

"Then neither should I. I've served my purpose, Mally. Now hush." He drowned out the world around him and bowed his head. His breathing slowed, his eyes closed, but his mind…his mind it only just started.