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Down in the Underland	By : FlameWolf666 Category: 1 through F > Alice in Wonderland (2010) > Alice in Wonderland (2010) Views: 8888 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the book version or Tim Burton's version of Alice in Wonderland. This is just for fun and I make no profit from it.

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone from the original Alice in Wonderland book or Tim Burton's movie version. This story is made for fun and I make no profit from it.
Author's Note: This is my first time writing about this particular pair. Please forgive any OOC that may happen. (Also, guess what the title of the fic is referencing!)

Down in the Underland
by: FlameWolf
Chapter One: Of Muchness and Madness
A string of wild ravings came from the closed door, causing her pale brow to knit in concern. Her brown eyes filled with fear as she heard a familiar Scottish brogue cry out brokenly for the champion. The Mad Hatter had well and truly gone mad and there was no one in her kingdom who could reach him now. All too soon she heard the sounds of him smashing himself into the padded walls of his prison over and over again. “Ye said ye'd bae back bef're I knew it! Yeh promised!” came the pained, angry brogue as his body slammed into the wall over and over. Pursing her black lipsticked lips, the white queen sent in her strongest guards to subdue the Hatter so he wouldn't hurt himself. The occurrence had become fair too often for her tastes, happening once every two hours. Swiping her white hair out of her face, she sighed sadly. Then she summoned a scribe. She had hoped to put this off but her friend was getting worse as the days went on. “Take a letter, then give it to Chessur,” she murmured, as her scribe came up to her.
Two years, it had been two years since she had come back. The cool, salty air blew through her honey colored locks gently as she took a deep breath of the sea air. She hadn't left her ship 'Underland' for those past years, only disembarking when she needed to make a trade agreement. As she smiled contently, she closed her eyes. Her smile fell as two familiar, vibrant green eyes appeared as soon as she closed her eyes. The Hatter was all she had been able to think about these past years, The haunted, broken look in his eyes when she had left still ate at her on the inside.
Her dreams had started out innocent enough. He was always happy to see her back, offering her some tea. Then, as the dreams went on, it began to change. It always started the same way but then his eyes would switch to a burning orange and his hands would be on her. His lips crashing down on hers roughly as she tangled her small hands in his violently orange hair. A blush flamed Alice's pale cheeks as she remembered her dreams. She opened her eyes, unaware of the single tear that rolled down her porcelain cheek. “Capn',” came a timid male voice from behind her, breaking through her thoughts.
She turned, a small smile on her face as she looked up at the crewman. He towered over her, wearing a black shirt and work pants. He had a weeks worth of stubble on his strong chin and his blue eyes were full of concern for her. His shoulder length, blonde hair was tied back in a small ponytail and he ran a large hand through it. “We're almost at the London port,” he informed her. The small woman in front of him had been so distant for the past few months. She had barely eaten anything and was often on the decks, staring out at the sea.
“Thank you Justin,” Alice replied, smiling softly.
“Cap'n.... are ya alright?” he asked, searching her eyes.
Alice startled at the question, then thought about it. She had been very distant to her crew as of late. She had often wanted to be alone to look at the vast ocean as she thought of hatters and tea parties. It only made sense that her crew had noticed her odd behavior and were concerned. Smiling tiredly, she patted Justin's arm reassuringly. “I'm fine. I've just been homesick,” she replied. While it wasn't a lie, it wasn't the whole truth. The home she was sick for was with a man with eyes that changed with his mood. A half mad man with wild, bright orange hair.
Justin nodded, relief visible in the lines of his body. Her being homesick made a lot of sense, after all it had been two years since she hand left Britain to continue her father's dream. All her efforts had brought an unknown fame to the name Kingsleigh, which was what she had been striving for. His heart filled with fondness for the scrap of the girl in front of him. He had worked for her father for a couple years before he died. The man had worked so hard for so little, his family being the only light in his world. Alice was finally giving his name the recognition it deserved.
Alice frowned at the look Justin was giving her, the heat in his eyes making something deep within her stir to life. Recognizing the beginnings of arousal, she turned her back to the crewman. She had never been with a man and her body had been craving the touch of the Hatter ever since she had come back. Still, she wouldn't give into her baser needs with Justin. The man had been loyal to her and her father, he was so gentle and caring to her. He always made sure she was taken care of but she simply couldn't bed anyone who wasn't the Hatter. She unconsciously shuddered as she remembered the last time she had tried.
After weeks of the nightly torture of the Hatter ravaging her in her dreams, Alice couldn't stand it anymore. As soon as they had docked, she had charged down the gangplank and into the small port town. She had instructed her crewmen to not follow her, mortified at what they might think of her if they knew what she was up to. She knew her crewmen indulged in the ladies of the night but it was a much different thing for a lady to be doing it. Looking around nervously, she headed to a huge, elaborate building.
The Madame behind the counter was old but pretty. Her severe green eyes shot to Alice as soon as she entered and she smiled gently. Her black hair hung past her waist and she wore a form fitting, red, silk dress. She walked toward the newcomer on red, stiletto heels. “Hello dear, is this your first time?” she asked kindly.
Alice was pleasantly surprised as she walked in, half expecting nude men to be sprawled on large cushions. The reception room was a rich, red color, reminding her of the Red Queen. A spicy incense met her nose and she breathed it in deeply. The smell pulled at a vague memory in the back of her mind but she ignored it as the Madame approached her. Alice blushed a deep crimson at her question. Was she that obvious? “Y-yes,” she stammered, avoiding the woman's eyes.
“It isn't just your first time coming to a brothel. Its your first time period,” the older woman stated gently.
“Y-yes,” Alice found herself answering, despite her deep mortification.
The Madame stared at the wisp of a girl in front of her, trying to keep her astonishment off her face. This child had never had a beau, had never felt the pleasures of a man and was coming to a brothel. Surely there was no lack of suitable young men for the girl to choose from. She was a pretty thing and had something about her that drew you in. Still, this young lady was a customer and it was really none of her business. “Follow me, I'll take you to the waiting room,” she responded before walking down a short corridor to the left.
Alice followed behind the older woman, looking at the tasteful paintings that lined the corridor. They were of landscapes, obviously done by a very talented painter. The woman smiled at her before opening a dark, oak door to reveal a huge room. The room was a deep red and filled with red, soft looking armchairs. “Make yourself comfortable. I will be back in a moment,” the Madame stated, before turning and leaving Alice in the room alone.
Almost all the chairs were heart shaped, making another memory tingle in the back of her mind. “No. You're not going to think of Queens or hatters! This night is for you,” she admonished herself, forcing herself to sit in one of the large, heart shaped chairs. She sank a few inches into the plush material and she found herself smiling at the softness.
Only a few moment later the Madame opened the door, bringing in a man. The man was tall, lithe and lightly muscled. He had short, brown hair and had no facial hair to speak of. He was dressed in normal clothes, which surprised Alice. She had almost expected him to be wearing a thong and to be led by a collar and leash. “This is Jake. He's our most gentle man. He will take care of you tonight. You will only pay if you're satisfied. He has been informed of your purity,” the Madame stated with a small smile, then she turned and left.
Alice struggled to get to her feet to properly greet Jake but the squishiness of the chair was worse than quicksand. Jake smiled kindly, moving to her quickly and offering his hand to her. Looking up at him gratefully, she grabbed his hand and hefted herself out of the chair. “Thank you,” she replied, looking up at him. What she saw almost made her fall back into the chair she had just escaped. His eyes were a very familiar vibrant green. She blinked to erase the image and when she opened her eyes she saw they were a gray-blue.
Jake steadied her with gentle hands, looking at her with concern on his face. “Are you alright miss?” he asked, his voice a sweet baritone that sent shudders down her spine.
“Y-yes. Just felt a bit faint,” she stammered, trying to erase the memory of what had just happened. Jake smiled at her kindly before taking her small hand in his and leading her through a door in the left wall. He led her down a long hall filled with ornate wooden door. Stopping in front of one, he opened the door, letting her walk in first.
The room was huge and just as deep red as the rest of the place. In the middle of the room was a large, heart shaped bed with red sheets. What was it with this place and hearts and red? All it was doing was reminding her of a time long since past. She couldn't let herself think of Underland tonight. Tonight she was just Alice Kingsleigh! With a determined look on her face she laid down on the bed. She looked up at Jake, doubt starting to slip in. She had never done this before, she was unsure of what to do next.
Still smiling at her kindly, Jake slowly removed his shirt; revealing a hairless chest. He had a slight muscle tone to him but not enough to define his chest. “Peace miss, let me take care of you. Just tell me if you get uncomfortable,” he purred gently, crawling onto the bed.
“A-aren't you going to take off your pants?” Alice stammered, blushing deeply. Jake chuckled, cupping her face in one hand.
“I don't think you're ready for that m'lady,” he purred before kissing her gently.
Alice's eyes widened in shock for a moment before she melted, putting her pale arms around his strong neck. Suddenly blazing orange eyes filled her vision. They narrowed accusingly, their color almost deepening to red. “Nae lass. Yae're mine and no one else'll have ye,” an angry brogue growled.
'Shut up! Just let me be me! Just one night I want to be normal! Please!' she pleaded in her mind, returning the kiss with false fervor. Jake seemed to notice, pulling away and looking at her with a gentle concern.
“Don't force yourself m'lady,” he whispered, gently moving her hair behind her delicate ears. Ignoring the growing volume and frequency of the Hatter's voice in her head, Alice pulled Jake back into a heated kiss; her tongue intertwining with his.
“Ah'm warnin' ya Alice, stop. Ah'll nae le' some fruxium have wha's mine,” the Hatter snarled in her head.
'I'm not yours! I'm my own!' she hissed back in her head, not truly believing those words.
Suddenly she found herself being laid down by Jake. Blinking, Alice broke the kiss and he sat up. With gentle hands, Jake began to lift her green shirt; revealing her milky skin to his gaze. Gingerly, he began to massage one of her wrapping covered breasts. Alice's eyes fluttered shut as she let out a breathy moan. Her vision was filled with blazing, red eyes that were filled with a deep rage and betrayal. “Ah warned ye Alice,” he growled before the eyes disappeared. Next thing she knew, Jake's warmth was ripped from on top of her.
Alice's brown eyes shot open to see the brightly clothed Hatter throwing her would be lover against a red painted wall. Her heart leapt in her throat as he turned his gaze to her. His eyes were filled with madness as well as fury and blazed a deep crimson. Gripping his fingerless gloved hands into fists, the oddly dressed man stalked towards her. Today he was wearing a purple tux with too short legs. He had a green shirt on under the coat and a purple cravat. He also wore his normal top hat, striped socks and black shoes. His blazing eyes were surrounded by almost black circles, making it seem as if he hadn't slept in years.
He approached her slowly, an air of danger and threat around him that she had never felt before. Roughly, he pulled her off the bed; his pale face mere inches from hers. “Naughty lil gel,” he hissed, holding her wrists in a painful grip. Suddenly a sharp point was against her neck as his glare intensified.
“Ah'll keel ye afore I le' anotha have ye,” he snarled, pressing the point into her pale throat to make his point clear. For the first time, Alice found herself afraid of her dear friend. Until now she would have never thought he would ever hurt her.
“Hatter, please,” she whimpered, closing her eyes. Suddenly she was released and she opened her eyes to see the room empty except for the unconscious Jake. Had it all been a dream? There wasn't anyway the Hatter could have been there was there? With shaky hands Alice pulled on her shirt and ran. She ran until she was out of the brothel and back on her ship. Her heart thundering in her chest, she ordered the men to prepare to set sail.
Unknown to Alice, the night she remembered was more true than she knew. That night Hatter had gone uncharacteristically quiet. He had sat down in one corner, staring at the ground and occasionally spasming. Mirana came into the dark chamber, kneeling in front of her friend. “Hatter...,” she whispered, reaching cautiously to touch his shaking shoulder.
Suddenly his head shot up, his eyes a rage filled crimson. A low growl escaped his throat as he got to his feet. “H-hatter?” the white queen stammered fearfully, backing away from the enraged man. Something glinting in the moonlight caught her attention, her eyes flicking to his hand to see a throwing knife. Gasping, Mirana backed away, her black eyes filled with fear.
“Nae, Alice. He won' have ye,” he hissed darkly before he had simply vanished from his cell.
Mirana had the guards search the entire castle in a frantic hurry to find the crazed Hatter. She even had Chessur on the lookout for him. She paced her pure white room in a panic, her hands clasped behind her small back. If he had gone where she suspected she could only pray the Hatter hadn't harmed Alice. If he ever came back to his mind, he would never forgive himself for harming her. After what seemed like an eternity but was really only a few minutes, a guard came running into her room. “Highness! He's appeared back in his cell,” he exclaimed.
In a flash, the white queen was running down the many halls until she reached the small chamber. She looked desperately at the armored guard stationed there. “Did he have any blood on him?” she asked, a frightened edge to her voice.
“No Highness,” he murmured through his helmet.
“How is he?” she asked, only slightly relaxing.
“In a terrible state Highness. He's throwing those bloody knives at anything that moves in there,” he responded, the moon light glinting off the white armor.
“We'll remove them when he's asleep,” she whispered regretfully. Then she turned and looked at the door. A string of loud Outlandish curses rang from within the padded chamber. Most of them aimed at a certain champion.
A gentle hand on her shoulder broke her from her memories. With a shuddering sigh, she turned to smile at Justin. “I'm alright Justin. I'll be glad to be home. Would you mind giving me some time alone?” she asked.
“Aye Cap'n. I'll let ya know when we're almost to port,” he responded before leaving her alone with her thoughts.
More tears slipped down her cheeks as she felt her heart tugging in her chest. Despite what had happened a year and a half ago, she still found herself longing to be back in Hatter's arms. If only to reassure herself that her dear friend would never harm her and that it had been a horrible hallucination. Something fluffy brushed gently against her neck, startling her out of her thoughts. Spinning around, she looked around for what had touched her and swore she saw a flicker of purple fur. “Chess?” she whispered, knowing it was impossible. There was no way the feline could be here.
A toothy grin briefly appeared in midair in front of her, quickly dispelling her doubts. Her heart racing again, Alice headed to her cabin as casually as possible. It had to be important for Chessur to make the journey to Overland. Once inside the small room, she shut the door and turned to see the huge purple striped cat floating in front of her. “Chess!” she exclaimed, hugging him tightly. Happiness welled within her at seeing her feline friend after all this time even if he did possibly bring disastrous news.
“Alice. Its good to see you're well,” he purred, licking her forehead with his sandpaper tongue.
“Why are you here?” she asked, pulling away to look in the cat's large, luminous green eyes. The smile Chessur usually had disappeared as sadness filled his being.
“I bring a summons from Queen Mirana,” he whispered, holding out a small, white envelope. It was sealed with a black wax spade.
With shaky hands, Alice opened the envelope and pulled out the letter. It was written in black pen and the cursive was beautiful. It read “Dear Alice, I regret to inform you that our dear friend the Hatter hasn't been well. His madness has completely taken him over, making him very dangerous for anyone to be around. He has mentioned you most in his mad babbling so I thought maybe you could help him. I would never think to interrupt your life but he has begun harming himself. It is of utmost importance that you return to Underland as soon as you can.” It was signed with a black heart.
Lowering the letter, Alice looked up to see Chessur gone. What had the letter meant? Anxiously, Alice put the letter in her pants pocket before going back on deck. Her brown eyes fixed on the port that was still miles away as questions filled her dizzy mind. She had already been planning to make a visit to Underland to visit the Hatter and her other friends. Now she would be coming back to help him. She was unsure if she could even help him at all.
As Alice watched the almost full harbor inch closer she found herself cursing the slowness of her ship. Her heart twisted in her chest with the need to go to Underland to find out exactly what happened. Pain filled her heart as she began to question if this was her fault for not visiting sooner. All her good intentions, like making her father's dearest dream come true, paled to what had seemed to happen to her precious friend. She felt a mad itch inside to simply dive off the ship and swim to shore. Logically she knew it would be slower than the ship but the itching to do something was driving her mad.
After an eternity her ship finally came to dock. She watched her crew with impatient eyes, tapping her booted foot impatiently as they threw the land lines and prepared the gangplank. Once the long piece of splintered wood was sat down, she was sprinting down it; not even waiting for them to tie it in place. She only stopped at a carriage stand, impatiently looking around for a carriage to hire. Finally one pulled up, stopping to let Alice climb in. Frantically, she told him the address, promising a large tip if he hurried.
As soon as she sat down, the carriage rocketed off, the speed of the vehicle pressing her into the seat. It only took a moment for the driver to get to her long driveway and pull to a stop. Alice hopped out, give him his fair a rather generous tip before running for her backyard. Weaving through the hedge maze, Alice reached the small forest and stopped in front of a familiar tree. The rabbit hole looked dark and threatening, making her hesitant to go anywhere near it. Plucking up her courage, she took a deep breath before leaping into the dark hole.
Slowly she floated down, various objects passing her as she drifted down. Her heart racing in her chest, Alice tried not to scream in frustration as she continued her slow descent. The more time she had to think, the more sure she was that this was her fault. She owed it to the Hatter to help him. Finally she reached the ground, sprinting down the long hall until she reached a familiar room with a familiar table.
Alice grabbed the tiny key first, stuffing it into her pants pocket. Then she uncapped the small, clouded, glass bottle with the tag 'Drink Me' on it. Gingerly, she took a tiny sip of the thick, purple liquid. A myriad of her favorite flavors filled her mouth as she shrunk down to the size of a mouse. Clutching a handkerchief to her body, she grabbed a small green cake with purple frosting on it that said 'Eat Me' from a small, glass box. Holding the pink handkerchief to her and awkwardly juggling the cake and key, Alice sprinted to the tiny door. Setting down the cake she unlocked it and swung it open.
Once it was open, she set the cake on the other side of the door then sprinted back to her clothes. After a lot of pulling and effort, Alice managed to shove her clothes through the small opening. Then she scampered through, shutting the door behind her. Picking up the small cake, she took a tiny nibble. Next thing she knew, she had grown to her normal size. As quickly as she could, the embarrassed female got dressed and put her handkerchief in her pocket along with the key and the rest of the cake.
A small gasp of wonder escaped her lips as she took in the majesty around her. Everything was much more vibrant and green. The giant mushrooms were far more colorful and Rocking Horseflies played in a gentle breeze. A purple Bread-and-Butterfly flew close to Alice's face, tickling her nose briefly before flying off. The entire air around her fairly sparked with wild magic. All around her small voices were whispering her name with reverence. Even the trees appeared to be waving to her in welcome.
Suddenly the ground began to to shake and everything went quiet as something huge made it way to them. At first a chill of fear had run through Alice until she heard a familiar barking. “Bandy!” she squealed happily, running to meet with the Bandersnatch. The lumbering white beast with black strips came gallumphing up to her, stopping only inches from running her down. Drool hung from his huge, fang filled mouth as he smiled awkwardly at her, his stubby tail wagging a mile a minute. The huge beast licked her with his giant slimy tongue.
Alice giggled and groaned at the same time, covered in Bandersnatch drool. “I missed you too Bandy,” she replied, giving him a fond pat. Bandy made a grunting noise before laying down to allow her to climb on.
“Thank you,” she whispered, climbing onto his huge back and settling in his coarse fur.
Bandy waited for her to settle herself before running off to the palace. Alice hung onto the rough fur, squinting her eyes against the blinding wind from their speed. Even the Bandersnatch had been able to sense the urgency in the air and got her to the doors of the White Palace within a matter of moments. Bandy screeched to a halt in front of the huge doors, laying down to let his small passenger slide off.
Alice slid off, running into the huge front room of the palace. “Queen Mirana!” she called out, looking everywhere for the missing Queen. Finally her eyes settled on a white figure floating towards her hurriedly.
“Alice! You've come back,” Mirana called as she approached the other female hurriedly. Suddenly she took Alice's hand in hers, pulling her along as she ran through several halls.
“We haven't a moment to lose,” she whispered urgently as she ran. Then she stopped in front of a lone wooden door behind which a Scottish brogue raved.
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