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Alice's Daughter	By : Burton_Wanna_Be Category: 1 through F > Alice in Wonderland (2010) > Alice in Wonderland (2010) Views: 2155 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Do not own Alice in Wonderland (book nor movie) or the characters. They belong to Lewis Carroll and Disney. I make no money from my writings.

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Chapter 12
"Alaric,"
The sound of his name whispered so emotionally from her lips broke his heart. Alaric took one look at the scene and his blood was boiling. The grip on his sword tightened while the one on his temper practically disappeared. He stepped into the hut, uncaring of the flames licking up the walls.
"Let go of her." He could barely get the words out past all the anger he felt.
Jack slowly stood, grabbing a sword as he went. "And we were just having some fun."
"You bastard!" Alaric yelled and charged him.
Jack nearly missed the chance to block. He parried each of Alaric's swings, but with difficulty. Alaric was able to force Jack away from Tempest. She slowly sat up, shaking, and watched the two princes fight. At first her eyes followed Alaric, needing to see him for whatever reason she couldn't place, and then she noticed the increased temperature around her. The whole palace was nearly engulfed in flames.
She spun around, looking for anything she could use to help, but everything was already taken by the flames. With desperation and no way to help she watched the two fight. When Alaric forced Jack to spin, putting his back in her view she saw the Oraculum. Quickly she rushed up behind him.
Alaric saw her and realized what she was doing. He forced Jack to defend himself and take steps back. Tempests nodded to him and placed her foot out. The White Prince gave a hard swing that forced the Red Prince back and over Temp's foot. But rather then walk away as Jack crashed to the floor, Alaric lunged after him.
Just as he landed on top of his cousin, a beam engulfed in flames fell between the three of them and the door. Tempest jumped away from the fire as Alaric began to pound on Jack.
"Don't you ever touch her again." Alaric panted,
"What's the matter," Jack laughed, lip and nose bleeding. "Can't stand to think she may want someone else?"
"If she does," Alaric gripped Jack's shirt and lifted his face closer. "It wouldn't be with you."
"Still so sure of yourself." Jack grinned and shook his head. "And you let your temper take control."
"What-" Alaric gasped when Jack punched him in the stomach. He let go of the man's shirt and Jack pushed him off.
"Alaric!" Tempest called as he slowly stood.
"You really need to control your temper." Jack wiped at his mouth with a smirk. Then it was his turn to do the pounding. He hit Alaric a few times, forcing him back and causing him to trip over the fallen beam. "And she will be mine."
Alaric fell, hitting his temple hard enough to knock him out. More of the roof fell next to his head, smoke drifting right into his lungs. Tempest called out for him and rushed to check on him but Jack stopped her. He pushed her over the beam, forcing her to roll a bit, ending up on her stomach. Then he kicked her in her ribs, repeatedly. She cried out and tried to get up but he just stomped on her.
"I could have given you everything." Jack screamed, uncaring of the flames around him. "Anything you could dream of."
He kicked her hard enough to roll her. Tempest screamed, her eyes landing on the open door. Slowly she rolled to her side to face him and sat up.
"But… you aren't… what I… want." She panted, fixing him with a challenging look. "You… will never… be… what I… want."
"Then I'll just kill him and keep you as a consolation prize." Jack growled and took a step towards the fallen prince.
"NO!" Tempest screamed and flung her arm out as if to stop him. Suddenly the wind gusted in through the open door. It blew so hard that it knocked Jack back into the stand holding the burning spears. She blinked in shock as the wind stopped and she brushed back her hair, looking at her other hand.
Then she hurried to Alaric, holding her injured side. She tried to shake him awake but he didn't open his eyes. Unable to feel a pulse she lowered her ear to his chest. There was heart beat but his lungs were no doubt full of smoke. She looked around for a way out but found them surrounded by flames.
Across the way, Jack slowly stood, fuming with rage. "I don't know how you did that, but you're gonna pay."
Tempest looked around again for something to help them. Her eyes landed on the whistle around Alaric's neck. Grabbing it she blew as hard as she could. The loud, shrill sound filled the small hut. Then they waited in silence, Jack confused and Tempest's hoping. Then a mighty roar broke through the softer roars of the flames. Followed by the wall behind her busting open as the Bandersnatch charged in.
The creature placed itself between Jack and the two, snarling at the Red Prince. Tempest gave a sigh of relief before she tried to move Alaric. She reached down to grab his shoulders and pulled him up to the Bandersnatch. When she stopped she noticed that her hair was being burned. Her breath hitching her stopped the few flames and quickly got Alaric up on the Bandersnatch, with its help.
She made sure the fire was gone from her hair before jumping onto the big creature. She hunched over Alaric and rubbed the beast's head. "Let's get out of here."
The Bandersnatch nodded and slowly backed up.
"Too scared to fight?" Jack called, limping slightly after them. "I still have what you came here for."
Tempest ignored him and urged the Bandersnatch out of the burning hut that used to be his home. He growled and spun, his long tail knocking Jack back a bit, and then he was running. Running from the fire, the evil prince, and all the bad memories.
The Bandersnatch didn't stop until they had made it through the silver gates of Marmoreal and they were safe. Tempest wasn't sure she was going to be able to make it. Not until Alaric had awakened partly and she could see the people waiting for them. Everyone was there to meet them. Including Nebula and Raynum.
"What happened?" Mirana gasped, rushing up to them. She gently touched the small cut on Alaric's face.
"Jack knocked him down hard." Tempest panted, pausing to cough. "He inhaled a lot of smoke."
"What about you?" Mirana asked as Michael and a knight helped the prince down.
"I'll... I'll be ok." She swayed and tipped over the side. That woke Alaric up fully as he and Hatter and a few others lunged to catcher her. She hissed in pain when someone grabbed her side. Instead she leaned against the Bandersnatch. "I… just need a… minute."
"What happened?" Michael demanded.
"You both need to be taken care of." Mirana looked at them both in worry.
"Did Jack do this?" Tarrant asked, all at the same time.
"Yes, he did." Tempest sighed, running her hand through her hair.
"In a minute, please, mother." Alaric also sighed and slumped against the Bandersnatch, who had taken a seat to rest. "We didn't finish our mission. He caught on before she could grab the Oraculum."
Everyone tried to hide their groans of despair.
Tempest frowned and then produced a very old scroll. "You mean this thing?"
Alaric looked at her in shock. "But how?"
Tempest grinned. "I can have very sticky fingers when I want." She handed the scroll to Mirana as everyone laughed.
The White Queen stuck it in her belt loop and fixed them both with a stern gaze. "We will look at it tomorrow. Right now I want to get you both looked over and healed."
"Yes ma'am." Tempest gently pushed off the creature and began to sway a little. Hatter came up to her and carefully wrapped his arm around her waist.
"Looks like you're gonna need a lot of help." Her father grinned at her.
"In more ways than one." She whispered then smiled up at him.
Michael helped Alaric to his feet and placed an arm around his shoulders. With Mirana beside them, they lead the parade of people and creatures inside the castle.

A long while later Tempest stood in one of Mirana's rooms. She was looking in a mirror at her battered reflection. Her cheek had begun to swell and turn a dark red, hints of a bruise showing, and her lip was cut slightly. Down her neck were small marks where Jack had sucked on the skin. The bite mark on her shoulder had swollen as well. Not to mention she now had bruises on her wrists, the tiny burns on her hands stung, her head hurt like crazy, and her side was killing her. She was too afraid to see the damage his kicking had done.
Her arms wrapped around her stomach and she began to shake. Pieces of what had just happened finally began to set in. Jack had almost raped her. Unshed tears swam in her eyes as the phantom images of his touch started up. The feel of his lips on her neck, his hands on her breast… then his rough rubbing of her core.
A gasp escaped her despite her attempt to hold it in. She squeezed her thighs together tightly as her knees went week. Her entire body began to shake violently and she began to pant. With her knees bent and her shoulders hunched over, her arms gripping her stomach and her mouth open to pant and eyes wide, Temp knew she looked like the terrified girl she refused to be. But how was she supposed to deal with this?
Mirana's soft voice drifted through the door, drawing Tempest away from her downward spiral. She couldn't hear what the Queen was saying but just the musical voice was enough to anchor her. Slowly the redhead took a deep breath, then another, until she could straighten and push away all her fears. Roughly she ran her hand through her burned hair, the pain from her side helping to focus her mind more.
Mirana walked in, followed by Nebula and Castiel. She took one look at Tempest and knew something had happened. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Tempest took another breath, focusing again on the pain from her side. "How's Alaric?"
"Demanding that you be taken care of." Mirana actually rolled her eyes. "But he'll live. With rest and the potion I gave him his burns will be healed by morning. I cleared all the smoke I could from his lungs and hopefully they will be fully healed by morning as well."
"Thank you, Tempest." Castiel floated past the queen and hugged the girl. "Thank you for bringing back my mother."
"And my son." Mallymkun called from the doorway, Olivia with her. Nebula lifted them so they could give her a hug. "I owe you so much."
"He saved my life first." Tempest gave a soft smile. "I'm not one to leave a captured friend behind."
"So we know." Nebula chuckled and joined in the hug.
Tempest couldn't hold back her wince. Her entire body was exhausted and sore. Mirana noticed and thankful took pity on her.
"Come along," She spoke in her kind voice. "As much as, I'm sure, Tempest is enjoying you're hugs, I must heal her."
"Of course." Nebula nodded and held out her paw for Mally, Castiel taking Olivia.
"We'll see ya later, Tempest." Mally smiled. "And thank you again."
"You're welcome." Tempest answered and the four left. Once they were gone, her shoulders dropped significantly.
"Sit." Mirana patted the comfy white chair Tempest had been avoiding. She knew that if she sat, she wouldn't be able to get up. But now she didn't care. She sat with a groan and Mirana frowned deeply. "Tell me where it hurts the most and I'll work on those spots."
"Everywhere." Temp groaned.
Mirana gave a soft chuckle and grabbed some ointment and a cloth. "How about I start on that nasty swelling in your cheek?" Temp nodded and closed her eyes as the queen gently rubbed the slave on her stinging face. They were silent for a long time before the queen spoke up. "Alaric told me what he had seen."
The redhead's eyes snapped open. "H-he did?"
"Yes," Mirana looked up with sorrow. "I am so sorry for what Jackson had tried to do."
"It's not your fault." Tempest tried to smile reassuringly but grimaced instead.
"Perhaps not but I had a part in creating him." The White Queen stood and grabbed a glass from the table. "Drink this."
"What do you mean?" Temp took the glass and down the contents, not wanting to know what was in it. Her body turned to ice and slowly thawed out, soothing her pains. A content sigh passed her lips.
"My nephew wasn't always like this." Mirana went back to applying the slave again. "My sister hadn't always been evil as well."
"Will you tell me everything?" Tempest pleaded, needing to understand.
Mirana closed her eyes and sighed. "Not long after Alice slayed the Jabberwocky and I banished my sister, I was able to finish my potion that would target whatever was pressing on her brain. I convinced Michael to let me see her and she took it. Once her head was normal again, she became the kind sister I used to know. She refused to leave her banishment, agreed that it was deserved."
"So the Red Queen was essentially good?" Tempest wanted to clarify.
"Yes, but she had a growth that enlarged her head and pressed on the darker side of her brain." Mirana explained then went back to her story. "After that I visited her once a month and she told me that Stayne had begun to soften. Then during one visit she told me she was pregnant. At first I was worried but then I saw Stayne was there. He was usually gone when I visited.
"So everything seemed happy with them. She had Jackson and lived peacefully with Stayne. She was even excited for me when I told her I was pregnant." Mirana's eyes lost their happiness. "But, when Alaric was four, Iracebeth became pregnant again. I was here when Stayne had a message sent to me that something was wrong. I hurried to their home and found her, about seven months pregnant and deathly ill." Mirana's hand began to shake so she stopped rubbing the slave on Tempest's wounds.
"I… I did everything I could. I tried everything but nothing worked." Tears fell down her porcelain face. "I was unable to save her or the baby. Stayne had been devastated and Jackson had seen everything. He was six when she died. Feeling so horrible I had Iracebeth buried with the rest of our family and offered Stayne a place in Marmoreal."
"Did he take it?" Tempest touched the queen's shoulder.
"No, he asked for Salazen Grum." Mirana wiped at her eyes. "I said I would give it to him along with a few attendants so long as he didn't try to take over. He swore he wouldn't and he took Jackson to live there. They lived in peace and seemed well when they visited."
"But Stayne was hiding something?" Tempest guessed. "He was teaching Jack to hate you?"
"No, I truly don't think he was." Mirana frowned in thought. "Ilosovic had always been an angry man but I think Iracy was able to calm him. But after she died he didn't know what to do and he didn't want to go back to being angry. He was really heartbroken at the loss of the one woman who truly loved him and he might have loved. Ilosovic blamed himself for Iracy's and the baby's deaths even though he did nothing to provoke the problem."
"What happened to him?" Now her heart went out to the poor Knave of Hearts.
"Sadly he couldn't live for long without my sister there to help him." Again the queen's eyes shimmered with tears. "Jackson was eighteen and begged me for help. I did what I could but Ilosovic's heart was too shattered that his soul couldn't hold on, even for Jackson."
"He died because he was truly in love with your sister and he couldn't live without her." Tears swam in Temp's eyes now. "That is romantic and the saddest thing I've heard."
"It is." Mirana agreed.
"So, since you couldn't save Stayne or Iracebeth, Jack thought you were out to get him?" Temp focused back on the tale.
"I'm not sure." Mirana shrugged. "He never gave any indication her was angry. We buried Ilosovic next to Iracy and Jackson would come to visit often. It wasn't until he took the Oraculum that we knew. He said it was payback for the stuff his parents were put through. Alaric told me that Jackson said he was out to get the throne because it rightfully belonged to him since he is the son of the eldest sibling."
"But you were given the throne."
"And Iracy accepted that." Mirana nodded and sat back. "She wanted peace and Ilosovic just wanted to be left alone. All of this is Jackson's doing and I'm sure his parents wouldn't be consenting to this." She rubbed a little more slave on a small burn on Tempest's wrist and stood. "I believe I've gotten all of the bruises."
Tempest smiled and nodded, keeping the bruise on her side to herself. She didn't want to talk about it. "Thank you."
"Hold on." Mirana gently pushed her back into the chair. "Your hair was badly burned. Will you let me trim it for you?"
Tempest reached for her red locks. They were usually long and smooth but right now, they varied greatly in lengths and felt dry. Her hair was the only girly part to her and she didn't want to cut it. But she had to and it would grow out. She turned to the queen and gave a sad smile.
"If you wouldn't mind, please?"
"Anything for the daughter of a friend and the woman who saved my son's life." Mirana smiled and set to work.
After being forced to eat and told to rest, Tempest now stood in front of the full length mirror in her own room. Her cheek and lip had begun to visibly heal, as had her arms. She gingerly touched her still slightly swollen cheek and winced. The movement caused a piece of her red hair to fall into her eye. Without thinking she pushed it back and ran her hand the rest of the way through her hair. Her heart dropped when the strands stopped at her shoulders. Her hair had been her pride and her mother's comfort.
"Oh well," she gave a false cheerful shrug. "Hair for a life." She began to stretch but stopped, hissing as pain sliced through her side. Carefully she removed her corset then her dress, revealing the nasty, darkening bruise for the first time. It had shown up fast. It was now a very dark purple with a sickening yellowish brown surrounding it. The bruise covered most of her side and wrapped around her back. Gently she touched it and gave a long hiss. Jack kicked harder then she would have thought.
Suddenly, despite the potion Mirana gave her, Tempest began to feel sore. The weight of the day finally sinking in as the last of her adrenalin dissipated. She was exhausted but was determined to have a bath. A hot, scolding bath to ease her pain and to burn away the memory of Jack's touch. Thankfully the water helped and Temp felt considerably better as she got out. Her movements were sluggish as she dressed in her sleeping top and bottoms and brushed her shorter hair.
Before she finally crawled into bed, she drank the healing potion Mirana had given her. Instantly she could feel the brew working. With a yawn she buried under the covers and let sleep claim her, determined to forget this day. But her mind had other plans as the world of dreams descended upon her.
AN: Another little note: I have always felt for the Red Queen and deserved she should have a chance at happiness, along with the Knave of Hearts. But, rather than give them the happy, perfect life, my mind said lets give them a Shakespearean romance. Or a Johnny and June Cash (June heals and helps Johnny, when she died Johnny literally dies of a broken heart a few less than six months after her). Makes it seem more realistic and a worthy plot point, in my opinion. Any who, hoped you liked, please review, there IS a lemon in the next chapter!
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