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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
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Chapter 5
Tempest had to admit that Mirana was right. As soon as she was free of any mud and sweat Temp felt a lot better. After her long bubble bath, she dried off and went to see what articles of clothing had been brought in for her. She found a new set of under garments that didn't need mending and slipped them on. Next she pulled on a loose chemise, giving herself some security, and then she set about finding an outfit.
A lot of dresses had been brought up along with three pairs of trousers, six blouses, two vests, and two pairs of leggings. Plus many scraps of fabric. Not wanting to wear just a dress, Tempest remembered a uniform she had liked from China. She took one of the shortest dresses and slipped it on, marking where to cut and stitch with a piece of chalk that was in the kit that came with the clothing. In about twenty minutes she had reformed the dress. After pulling it on she headed out of her room.
She walked to Alaric's door as she tied back half of her long damp hair. Gently she rapped at his door and a moment later he opened it. Tempest felt her eyes widen and her cheeks heat when she came face to face with his large, bare chest. And it was a nice chest. The muscles were well defined, stretching and rippling as he rubbed a towel through his wet hair. She swallowed and forced herself not to follow the light brown trail of hair that dusted his pecs, down his washboard ads, and dipped under the waistband of his trousers.
Her blush darkened despite her attempts to fight it. She bit her lip and forced her mind away from the line of thoughts it was currently on. "Um…"
"Hm," The simple sound caused her to look him in the eye. He had crossed his arms and was giving her a blatant once over. And, if possible, her blush deepened at the smirk forming on his mouth and the approval shinning in his eyes.
Alaric was slightly surprised at the appearance of the redhead beauty standing before him. If he thought she'd been beautiful covered in dirt and leaves before, that was nothing compared to how she looked now.
Her red hair was brighter and gently waved down her back, stray pieces falling around her clean face. Without the mud her fair skin shone in the dim hall light. The dress she wore had short sleeves and scooped low on her chest. It reached down to her knees, a long slit was cut up to her right hip. She wore a pair of leggings that were cut off at mid-calf, simple slippers, and a long thick ribbon wrapped around her waist. Clutched in her right hand was Hatter's hat.
"Much better." He muttered to himself than smiled wider at her. "You ready?"
Her grip on the hat tightened. "Yes."
"Let's go." He tossed the towel into his room and pulled the door shut, leading the way down the hall. When she didn't follow him he looked back at her with a raised eyebrow. "What?"
"Are you going to put a shirt on?" She didn't know why it bothered her.
His smile turned into a smirk. "Does it bother you?"
She blushed and bit her cheek in rage. "No! Why should it?" She huffed and brushed past him. "Let's go."
His chuckle reached her ears, once again darkening her blush. As he stepped in stride beside her she refused to look at him. "Meeting your father for the first time must be nerve raking."
"No, I'm fine." She defended. He raised an eyebrow at her and gave her a yeah-right look. She sighed and fiddled with the hat. "Ok, so I am a little nervous. This isn't how I imagined meeting him."
"By yourself?"
"Without my mother." She replied. "I always dreamed we would return together."
Alaric grew silent as they walked to the other side of the castle. He couldn't imagine what she was going through but he knew she was needed here.
"What's he like?" She asked suddenly. "My father."
"He's…" He frowned, searching for the right words. "He's… well, he's…" Nothing came to his mind. "He's just Hatter. It's hard to describe what he's like."
"Mad?" She supplied with a chuckle.
"Sort of, well in a way he is but then he's not." Alaric furrowed his brow as he thought. "Hatter is…"
"A fruit loop." An amused voice supplied from behind Tempest.
She gasped and spun, her hair nearly smacking Alaric. No one was there. "Who-"
"My word," the voice cut her off as the head of a grey and blue cat appeared. Its aqua eyes looked the redhead up and down before a large grin spread across his face. The rest of his body came into view. "You are most definitely their child."
"You're…" Tempest pointed at him, mouth dropped open.
"Chessur, at your service." Chess tilted his head in a bow. "And, pray tell, what is your name?"
"T-Tempest." She blinked a few times before reaching out and tugging gently on one of his ears. Chessur purred and closed his eyes when she began to scratch his cheek. "You look just like a stuffed animal I had. Of course mom made it based on you, but still."
"I shall be flattered that you had a stuffed animal based on me." His grin grew at her words and he floated around her. "Spitting image of her yet colored like him. I wonder…" He mused, eyes going to the large hat in her hands. "Do you possess any skills in hat making?"
"Um," Temp brought the hat closer, remembering that the cat always loved it. "I've only tried to make hats once and the man said I had skill. I'm much better at clothing."
"Ah, then I suggest you try more often. Underland could use another hat maker. Now I must be going, Fairfarren Alaric, Tempest." He bowed to them and reached out to run a paw over the hat. "Goodbye, dear hat, how I have missed you."
With that he floated away, humming a strange tune.
"What a strange cat." Tempest stared after him.
"You should meet his daughter." Alaric shrugged, continuing down the hall.
"Daughter?" Tempest raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, yeah, she's just like him." He grinned at her.
"Wow, I must meet her." She began to start fidgeting with the hat she held.
"You will." He lost his smile when he noticed she was looking around wildly, eyes darkening to a forest green. "You alright?"
She gave a sharp nod, paused then slowly shook her head. She stopped and looked down at her feet, hands still wringing the hat. "I've lost my muchness."
Alaric raised his eyebrow in question before realizing she wasn't looking at him. "Muchness?"
"The thing my mother lost but got back to defeat the Jabberwocky." She sighed and leaned back against the wall.
"So you're worried?" He took a spot next to her. "Why?"
"What if he doesn't remember me? Remember that I even exist?" She still didn't look up.
"Are you joking?" At his harsh tone her head snapped up and looked him straight in the eyes. He sighed at her seriousness. "Trust me, he hasn't. Every morning he goes to that door and waits for over an hour. Then he goes to his never ending tea party and talks, not just about Alice, but about you as well."
"Really?" Her eyes began to lighten.
"Yes," he nodded, looking her up and down again. "And, if I may say, his image of you is pretty accurate."
Tempest blushed but couldn't help the smile forming. Her nervousness began to melt away, leaving her with determination. With strength she pushed off the wall. "Let's hurry before I run the other way."
Alaric laughed and began to walk down the hall once more. He could only imagine what was going through her head. Everyone in Underland knew of her, had images of what she must look like, all because Hatter couldn't help talking about her. There was no way Hatter could ever forget her.
"Here we are." He spoke a few minutes later when they came upon a brightly colored door. "Hatter's workshop. You ready?"
She took a deep breath and felt her heart thumping in her chest. The thumbing grew louder when he knocked. It was so loud she couldn't hear the voice from the other side, which Alaric must have heard because he opened the door. Another deep breath and she followed him inside.
The place was just as her mother described. A long table stretched through the center of the room, covered with all types and colors of fabric. Piles of more fabric were under the table, by the large window, and by the bookshelves. Finished and unfinished hats were littered everywhere. There were even cloths mixed in.
What caught her eyes, however, was the man moving around through the mess. He wasn't overly tall or short, probably a few inches taller than her. With his back to her she could only see bright red-orange wavy hair which was cut short and frizzed out, rather than the shoulder length hair she remembered. He was currently wearing dark brown pants and a stripped button down purplish shirt. He also wore his spool shoulder sash.
It was him. This was the man she had waited forever to meet.
"Hatter?" Alaric called but the man didn't stop moving.
"Hello Alaric, what can I help you for?" Hatter paused for a moment then moved to a different hat.
"There's someone here to meet you." Alaric crossed his arms and shook his head.
"Yes, of course. If they wish for a hat it will be a while. I have many orders." Hatter spoke while still working.
"Tarrant, please stop working for a moment." Alaric sighed.
"Too much to do. Much… much…" he began to mutter.
When Alaric took a step forward Tempest put her hand on his arm. She shook her head, took a deep breath and a step closer to the working man. Another breath and another step. Breath, step, breath, step. This continued until she was only a few steps away. One more deep breath and she spoke.
"Father," it was no more than a soft call but Hatter froze. Bright green eyes met bright green eyes when he slowly turned. He looked just the same as that day she saw him thirteen years ago; nearly white skin, shadows under his eyes, and deep set cheek bones. She couldn't help but say it again. "Father."
Tarrant simply stared at her, blinking. With a smile she took the old hat she still held and placed it on his head. She used the words her mother had once used. "There, now you look yourself. At least what I remember."
He looked up at the hat then back to her. Confusion filled his eyes for only a moment before he suddenly pulled her into a tight hug, lifting her off the ground.
"You're here! I can't believe it." He laughed and set her down. Holding her at arm's length his eyes took her in. "So much like her. You are Alice's daughter."
"I am your daughter." Tempest added, her smile growing.
"Tempest," he spoke her name for the first time to her, and pulled her into another hug. "My Tempest."
Tempest hugged him back. "My father."
Once again he held her at arm length and looked at her. "You are the spitting image of your mother."
"With your hair, eyes, and personality." She quoted what Alice loved to say.
Tarrant chuckled but soon lost his smile. "She's not here is she?"
"No," Tempest sighed. "But she would give anything to be here."
"As would I." He sighed. An instant later his smile was back. "But I have you here. How did you get here?"
"I fell down the rabbit hole after I saw a bright light. I… um… I picked the lock of the small door in the Hall of Doors." She rubbed the back of her head, expecting to get in trouble.
"Picked the lock?" He blinked then looked up at Alaric, who still stood by the door. "I tried that, right?"
"More times then I remember." The prince nodded. "We even had a few locksmiths take a crack at it. Nothing worked."
"We must speak with Absolem about this." Hatter said musefully. Then he threw his hands in the air, spun around and beamed at Tempest. "First we will have tea. After all Time says it's time for tea."
"I've always loved a good tea party." Temp giggled remembering her younger pretend parties with the stuffed animals and her mother.
Hatter's smile grew, revealing the small gap between his front teeth. "Then you must join me for tea. You as well Alaric."
"I would love to, Hatter, but dinner is in an hour and I have some studies to finish." He shrugged. "Besides you have a lot to catch up on. Will you both be there for dinner? I'm sure everyone will wish to meet you, Tempest."
"Yes, yes, of course." Hatter waved his hand about. "Everyone must meet my daughter… Alice's daughter… our child."
Tempest looked at the hat maker as his tone became sad and distant. His eyes began to turn a slight shade of blue as the pain of the past washed over him. She knew how he felt.
"Of course we'll be there. I should love to meet everyone my mother talked about." She smiled at Alaric.
"Alright," He nodded, returning her smile. "I will let my mother know. Fairfarren." With a bow he left the pair alone. Tempest couldn't help but watch him leave. Something about the White Prince captivated her, attracted her like nothing ever had before.
"Tea!" At Tarrant's exclamation she turned back to him, putting aside whatever drew her to Alaric. "Come, we will have tea on the terrace."
"Have you ever had tea in a tree?" She asked, following him into the surprisingly spotless room next door. It was as if he never used this bedroom.
"Tea in a tree?" He mused. "I don't believe I ever have."
"It is quite interesting." She laughed at the memory. "But very difficult in the rain."
Tarrant's laughter seemed to brighten the dreary room. Colors began to become more distinguished, perking at the happy sound. "I suppose it would be."
He led her out to the balcony where a small round table with two chairs sat. A little stand rested by the wall with a white teapot, two tea cups, a burner and many different tea ingredients. Tarrant went to it, checked the water level in the teapot, and then put it on the burner. He lit it and turned to Tempest.
"It's been so long since I've been out here." He mused, eyes looking far off to the sea. Then, after he shook his head, he indicated the chair closest to her. "Sit, I want to know about everything. After all I've missed out on eighteen years of your life."
"Not by choice." She added, taking the seat. "Has it only been eighteen years here?"
"I believe so. Time can be so temperamental." Hatter pulled out his pocket watch, checking the time. "Sometimes Time goes normal but lately Time seems to be moving slowly, as if afraid I'd kill him again."
Tempest gave him a confused look. "Time is different in this world?"
"Yes, yes, very, very temperamental." He waved his hand around. "What is eighteen years in Overland can feel like fifty or more years if waiting for something. Or can merely be five years as it seems." He gave his toothy grin. "That's why we don't age much past twenty years. Look at her majesty, Mirana."
"Mirana?" Temp asked, raising an eyebrow.
Tarrant nodded and went to the softly screaming teapot. He removed it from the burner and placed it on the table, followed by the cups and supplies. "How old do you think she is?"
"She looks no older then mid-thirties but must be a lot older." She took the cup he offered her, adding her sugars.
"Oh, she is close to a hundred, I believe." He poured her some tea.
"Wow."
"Oh, yes," Hatter nodded and took his seat. "She is only ten years older than me. Or is it twenty? Age really has no meaning in Underland."
"That explains how you look exactly the same as when mom first fell through the rabbit hole." She took a sip of tea and sighed in delight. It was minty and sweet.
Hatter's smile became soft at the memory of all those years ago. "I suppose it does." He looked at Tempest, smile dropping a degree. "But she changed and so have you."
"You age each day in Overland." Tempest nodded. "Although, mom hasn't changed much."
He looked down at his tea for a moment before asking. "How… how is she?"
Tempest thought for a moment. He seemed too fragile to tell the entire truth. "She's as well as can be expected." She explained at his confused look. "She misses you a lot. But never gave up hope that she would find her way back."
His eyes softened for a moment before worry settled in. "Has she… did she…"
"Find someone else?" Tempest supplied. At his nod she shook her head. "No, you are the only man she has ever loved and wants to love. Her own words, not mine."
"Thank you." He sighed and took a sip oh his tea. They were silent for a long time. Tempest wanted to ask if he'd done the same but found herself unable to. A moment later he looked up and shook his head. "No, I haven't found anyone, nor do I want to."
Relief settled over that load, and she smiled at him. "If I can get here then I'm sure that Underland's champion will as well. Nothing short of God will be able to keep you apart forever."
He laughed at that. "Chessur said the same thing."
"Well it's true. I remember helping her pack a large picnic every Sunday and hiking up to that rabbit hole. We would spend all day there, trying nearly every five minutes to get through. Mom would sigh, give one last look, and reluctantly walk back home as the sun set." Tempest could remember those days extremely well. They were some of the happiest time for Alice.
When he began to laugh she raised her eyebrow. "Every seven days I would spend the day by that door, drawn there for some unknown reason. Sometimes I could hear Alice talking with a young girl."
"Then there is hope." She truly believed that.
"Yes, hope." He took another sip then waved his hand. "Now, tell me of you. Everything you like, do, hate… everything. I must make up for lost time."
"Um… alright." She scratched the back of her head. "Let's see… Oh, I was born in the month of March on the twentieth. I was early by at least two months. Mom joked that I was just as unpredictable as you."
He chuckled at that.
"Um… I've always gotten high marks in school, actually I'm attending one of the Universities of London a year early."
"Smart, like Alice." He nodded.
"I don't much like being stuck in a classroom. Too cramped. I do however love creating things." She indicated her dress. "Everyone says I'm good at clothing. Everything I wear is unique and made by me."
"Very useful. How are you with hats?" His eyes took on a proud sheen.
"I've tried it once, liked it but never had a chance to do so again. Perhaps you could teach me?"
"It would be my honor. What else is there about you?" He was drawn in, excited to know his daughter was not just like Alice but similar to him as well.
"Hm… I don't much get along well with the others from Overland. I'd rather read or sew or have tea. Mom says I'm so much like you." Temp sighed then chuckled. "Even when I fight."
"Fight?" He cocked his head to the side.
"Oh, yeah," This time she waved her hands around. "Ever since I could walk mom's taught me to defend myself. When I was ten I began to learn to fence and basic sword play. I much prefer to use a bow and arrow."
"Archery?"
"Yep, I'm pretty good actually."
"So was my mother." He commented. "I'm not but she could hit a target almost two hundred yards away."
"Wow, that's amazing. I wish I could do that." Tempest said in awe.
"Tell me of what you've done." He smiled and stirred his tea again.
Tempest returned his smile and continued to speak of her life. She told him of some things she had done as a child. She spoke of her cousins and friends. She even told him of why she'd come here. He agreed she had done the right thing by slapping Henry but didn't agree with her running away. Before they knew it, an hour had passed and the dinner bell was ringing. Tarrant pulled out his pocket watch.
"Well, I believe we have dinner to attend." He stood, Tempest following suit. "Come, many will wish to meet you."
Tarrant had been right. As soon as they had entered the dining hall everyone grew focused on her. At first she had been nervous but that melted away at the proud look on Hatter's face. He had introduced her to everyone. First was again with Mirana and then her husband, Michael.
Mallymkun and her husband, Talon, had been next. They introduced their four daughters; Samile, Beatrice, Olivia, and Irene. Unfortunately Raynum hadn't made it away from the red knights. Tempest couldn't help the guilt that settled in her gut. Mally had assured her the mouse would be safe, he was too tough.
After Mally and her family was the March Hare. Thackery was just as crazy as Alice had said. He had danced around her, muttering about soup. Until one of Mally's daughters threw a scone at him. The poor hare cried out in terror, hiding behind Tempest. When he noticed it had been one mice he rushed to the table and started a food fight. It was a good thing the only food on the table was bread.
Next she had been reintroduced to Chessur. The cat merely grinned and introduced his daughter, Castiel. This cat had similar coloring as Chess but leaned more to a purple tint and her eyes were a cerulean blue rather than aqua. Later Tempest learned that Chess' wife had been killed during the Fire (as everyone called it) while saving a group of people. Tempest had to fight back her tears and resist pulling the two cats into a hug.
Right before dinner started the Tweedles came up to her. She had expected to meet two short, large boys, but the two that stood in front of her were no longer boys. They had grown taller than Hatter and, while still slightly big, they were now muscular. Their round faces had lost their baby fat and formed masculine angles. Also, while they still wore matching clothing and were bald, Dee had grown a thin mustache and Dum had a goatee. Their personalities, however, were exactly the same as her mother described. They fought to shake Temp's hand first then argued where she should sit. Eventually, Temp settled it by sitting between them with Tarrant across from her next to Alaric, who kept shooting a strange look at her.
After dinner she spent a couple hours talking with everyone. When she couldn't hide her yawns anymore Alaric decided to lead her to her room. She agreed and after saying good night to everyone she followed him.
"I hope you enjoyed yourself." He spoke as they climbed the stairs.
"I did actually." She covered her mouth as she yawned again. "I don't usually do well in crowds but here I felt fine."
"Glade to hear it." This time he yawned. Tempest couldn't help but laugh. "Your yawning is contagious." He chuckled.
"Can't help it, I'm tired." She nudged him. She was in a great mood, but just walking beside him she felt at peace. Something she had very rarely felt.
"It's been a long day." He nudged back.
"Thank you." She gave him a soft smile when they stopped in front of her door. "For keeping your promise and taking me to my father."
"You would have found him without me, but you are welcome." Alaric took her hand and gave a bow. Her heart fluttered when he kissed her hand. Then he looked up with shinning brown eyes. "Good night, Tempest."
With a blush she gave a courtly curtsy and stammered, "G-good night Alaric." She pretended not to see his smirk and turned to enter her room. When she had the closed door between them she breathed out a sigh and rested against the wood.
She stood there for a moment before moving to the pile of fabrics still piled on her bed. Huffing she picked through them, removed her clothing, and pulled on a pair of undershorts and a loose shirt. The rest she pushed off the foot of the bed. After a quick brush of her teeth and wash of her face she crawled into the large bed. Within minutes she was passed out.
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