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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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AN: Just a little filler filled with wise butterflies, little flirting, and incite on Alice. Wooho! Enjoy!
Chapter 7
Tempest wondered through the castle hours later, thinking about where she had just been. Hatter had taken her to beautiful house he had built and she had been shocked. She hadn't expected it to be so big. As they had approached the home, Hatter had explained he had added more to it in hopes Alice would return and in anticipation of Tempest. He had added another floor that was dedicated to her with four rooms and one bathroom.
The entire structure was magnificent and the inside felt as though someone lived there. It was clean to the tiniest crevice, not a single spot of dust or grime. And as she went through the rooms she swore she could feel her parents moving around. Their happiness and joy at finally being together. She hadn't been able stop her tears. After a tour they had sat on the back porch talking until their stomachs had demanded food.
During lunch Alaric had asked to meet with Hatter and they had left. So, while everyone went off doing their business, Tempest had decided to explore more of the castle. And here she was, somewhere on the top floor… lost.
"Ugh…" she groaned rubbing the back of her head and looking around. Nothing. Absolutely nothing was around her. "Why do I always get lost?" She demanded and continued down the hall. Where was Chess when you needed him?
For the past thirty minutes she had been trying to find a set of stairs but no matter which direction she went in she couldn't find any. How was that possible? She had gotten up here somehow so there was a way to get back downstairs. She was determined to find it.
She continued down the hall until it ended.
"Damnit!" She nearly shouted. "That's the fifth one and I haven't taken that many turns!" Turning sharply she caught sight of smoke curling around her legs. "What the…?" Trailing off she followed the smoke back to the dead end only to find that the wall wasn't a wall but a door made to look like a wall.
There was a thin wispy trail of purple smoke coming out from the crack under the door. Frowning she approached the door, cautiously laying her ear against the wood. She couldn't hear anything. Still frowning she knocked, waited a minute, and then opened the door.
The room was dark due to the thick curtains pulled shut, a single light coming from the center of the room, atop what looked like a stack of boxes. As she got closer, Temp realized they were boxes with rocks and foliage growing up the squares to the big desk. On the desk were books and writing utensils along with a group of huge mushrooms and a lamp. Temp stepped closer and was able to see the hookah responsible for the smoke resting near the mushrooms.
Realization dawned on her. "Oh, this room must belong to Absolem." She snapped her fingers.
"I guess you're not such a stupid girl." A deep, amused voice spoke from behind her.
Temp jumped and whirled around to face the voice. She came face to face with an all blue butterfly. She blinked a few times before reaching out to touch him.
"I'd rather you didn't." Absolem rolled his tiny eyes and fluttered past her to land on the largest mushroom. He folded his wings and picked up the hookah's hose before looking back up at Tempest. Taking a long draw of the smoke he regarded her. "Not the person I was expecting." He finally spoke, blowing the smoke into her face.
Tempest coughed and swatted the haze away. "I'm sorry to not be the right person. But I was hop-"
"I did not say you weren't the right person, merely not the one I expected." He cut her off, taking another long draw.
"Oh…um, ok." Tempest was quiet for a moment, waiting for the butterfly to elaborate. When he didn't she spoke up. "Um, not to sound rude, but would you mind helping me?"
"With what?" Absolem drawled.
"Finding the stairs." She reached back rub her neck. "I'm afraid I got horribly lost trying to find my way back."
"Perhaps you should leave a trail of bread crumbs."
"Pebbles usually work better." Temp shrugged.
Absolem chuckled. "Not a stupid girl, so far."
She frowned at that for a moment before smiling weakly. "Will you help me, please?"
"Will you help me?" He countered.
"With what?" She looked shocked by his question.
"You will see." Absolem floated up to her. "Will you?"
"Um…" she drew the word out. "I don't see why not."
"Good. Follow me." He drifted past her and out the door.
Temp followed. "My name is Tempest, by the way."
"I know who you are and who your parents are." He didn't stop or turn around.
"What did you mean when you said I wasn't the one you were expecting?" Tempest tried to speed up to see his face but he stayed in front of her.
"Obviously I was expecting Alice not her daughter." He shrugged turning down another hallway.
"Oh, right." Tempest looked down at her feet.
Absolem turned back to see the girl watching her slipper covered feet and smiled. 'So much like Alice.' He thought. 'At least this one knew who she was, she just doesn't believe in her abilities.'
"Here," He spoke out loud a few minutes later. "These will take you all the way to the entryway so long as you follow them to the bottom."
"Thank you very much, Absolem." Tempest bowed her head in respect.
"A humble one, very rare." He muttered and fluttered off.
Tempest watched the strange butterfly drift back the way they had just came. He had seemed slightly angry, she observed. Was it such a bad thing that she was here and Alice wasn't? With a sigh Tempest made her way back to the first floor, trying to forget her encounter with the wise Absolem.
Tarrant had found her just as the dinner bell rang and quickly hurried her to the dining hall. Once there she had to endure being tugged between the Tweedles before Alaric came to her rescue. Throughout the meal she pasted on a fake smile, laughing with the others and talking when asked something. But inside she couldn't help but think about what Absolem had said.
She wasn't who he was expecting but that didn't mean she wasn't the right person. What had he meant? She nearly groaned aloud but stopped herself. She didn't want to tell the others about her encounter, there would be too many questions.
"Are you alright?" Alaric whispered from her left.
Tempest looked at him, shocked that he thought something was wrong. "Of course, why wouldn't it be?"
"We you were just staring at your plate as if you could make it feed you by itself." The prince shrugged looking at her with a 'tell-me-the-truth' look.
"I was?" She decided to play innocent. "I hadn't realized I was. Guess I was just lost in thought." She chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck.
"Not always the best place to get lost in." Hatter cut in, shaking his head.
"No it's not." Tempest agreed, pursing her lips. "You can find some very distasteful thinks."
"Oh, terribly right." Hatter closed his eyes and sat back in his seat.
Tempest watched him for a while before turning back to Alaric. The prince was still giving her that stare.
"I was just thinking about something I didn't really like, that's all." She shrugged and jabbed at her food. Just as she was about to put the food in her mouth, he leaned closer.
"You can't fool me that easily." He whispered and pulled away.
Tempest froze but quickly shook off his words. She wasn't lying to him so she wasn't fooling him. And it was none of his business what she was thinking about. With more force then she had planned she jabbed the fork again, ignoring Alaric's stare.
"So, you gonna tell me what was on your mind?" Alaric asked as the two made their way down the hallway to their respective rooms. He had left her alone for the remainder of dinner but as soon as they had mounted the stairs he had to know what was going on.
Tempest blushed, not looking up at him. "Um… nothing."
"Liar." He whispered, eyes narrowing at her. "The truth, please."
"What?" She shrugged at him, eyes widening in innocence. "There's nothing you need to be worrying about." She rolled her eyes and took the last few steps two at a time, trying to get distance between her and the prince.
No such luck, Alaric mounted the stairs just as fast as she did. "I know something's wrong, please tell me."
She sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat. "I met Absolem today and he just said something that stuck with me."
"What did he say?" Alaric step into stride beside her.
"You're not letting this go are you?"
He shook his head.
"Fine, he said I wasn't the one he was expecting. Then he said that I may not be the wrong one. And he just confused me. Nothing to worry about." She smiled at him, stopping at her door.
She gripped the door knob and turned it. Alaric's hand shot out to cover hers. He pressed up close, nearly covering her back with his front. Temp froze and didn't look back at him, even when he lowered his head.
"There's more to this then you're telling me." His deep whisper sent shivers down her spine. She didn't move. "But you're right, it's not my business. If something is bothering you, I want you to tell me."
She swallowed before turning her head enough to look at him, her eyes dropped with laziness. "Does that include the monkey on my back?"
He gave a low chuckle and pulled back, releasing his hold on the door knob. She opened the door and turned to face him. Giving a curt dip of her head she bid him good-night.
"I mean it, Tempest." He called as she walked into her room. "I want you to feel safe here."
She paused in shutting the door. Looking at him her eyes showed nothing. "I do feel safe here. Identities may just be confused. I'll see you tomorrow, good-night."
With that she shut the door on a very confused prince. As she climbed into bed, she noticed the dark clouds rolling in and hoped it would rain tomorrow. Silly as it was, she really needed to dance in the rain. And maybe she could get Alaric to dance with her? She smiled at that thought as she succumbed to sleep.

Alice couldn't believe what was happening. She was losing her family. First her father, than Hatter, now Tempest. Her daughter had been her only anchor from insanity since she'd lost her husband.
Now she currently sat in her daughter's room, holding the old stuffed cat she'd made for the girl to her chest, tears falling from her red rimmed eyes. She gently rocked herself, forcing her lungs to work. She could hear her mother and sister outside the locked door, whispering about what to do. It had only been three days yet it had felt like thirty years.
Why would Underland do this to her? She was its champion! She saved the world from the Jabberwocky when she didn't want to. Why couldn't she go back?
Alice lifted her head to look on the hat Tempest had made when she was eleven. The hat looked similar to Hatter's, just smaller and a different color. She remembered the day Tempest had brought it home and the first question out of the young girl's mouth.
"Do you think daddy would like it?"
"Yes, Tempest," Alice sobbed, hugging the stuffed cat closer. "I think Tarrant would love it." Her tears grew stronger. All she wanted to do was hold her daughter and her husband again. Slowly she felt her tight hold on her mind breaking, slipping her slowly into madness. Suddenly she began to laugh while she cried.
Around her the room began to change, taking her to that never ending tea party. Gasping, she stood and walked closer to the table. She could see the March Hare and Mally tossing sugar and crumpets. A young Tempest laughing and joining in with Chessur floating beside her. Her eyes took in the scene, landing on the large chair at the head of the table. Tarrant sat there, pouring tea as he talked happily. He paused and turned to her, his smile growing wider.
"Alice!" He jumped up and made his way over the table, forcing Mally to jump back. Tempest giggled and waved. Alice waved back and met Hatter halfway. "You're terribly late, naughty."
"I'm sorry, Tarrant." Alice giggled. "I've been a little lost." She reached for his out stretched hand, but when she was about to touch it he disappeared. Behind him the table and its occupants faded as well. She stared in shock, blinked, and found herself looking at her reflection in Tempest's mirror.
It was all in her head. She truly was going mad. The revelation had her back on her knees and her tears flowing none stop.
AN: No yelling at me about Alice please. It made sense to me when I was writing this to have her a little mad herself.
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