save_us_alice: (WTF?!)
Alice supposed she should have known better than to hope this would go smoothly. But then again, she’d thought she was adequately prepared. She’d told her friends of the day and time she intended to bring her aunt and uncle to see them, and they’d promised to be ready to greet them. She’d rehearsed her speech over and over until she was quite certain her aunt and uncle would indeed listen. She’d pre-programmed her PINpoint so they could go directly to the pocket dimension. She’d even chosen to wear one of her better dresses for the occasion. Everything had seemed to be under control.

And then she actually told her aunt and uncle. They were baffled of course, and shocked to learn that she apparently had an “intimate friend” outside of her own world. Uncle Charles had started to make that face, the one that said, “Maybe she needs some time in care again,” and Alice had immediately brought out her PINpoint to convince them. And Aunt Susan, not believing her when she said what it was, had grabbed it and accidentally transported them. Which wouldn’t have been so bad, if she hadn’t also messed up the programming so that they arrived a hour early.

And if they hadn’t landed straight in Victor’s apartment.

While he was taking a shower.

What a first impression. Alice supposed she should thank God or somebody that he’d only been seen for a moment in that state – and that he’d been wearing a towel. The poor boy had opened his bathroom door, seen them, screamed, and immediately slammed it. Doc had come running over to see what the fuss was about, and somehow – despite his gears being on full display – had smoothed things over with her aunt and uncle. Victor calling apologies through the bathroom door and her own stammered explanation about the time probably helped.

Oddly enough, after that the visit had gone rather well. After getting over their initial shock, Aunt Susan and Uncle Charles had warmed to her peculiar friends, asking stories about the future (they were just as pleasantly shocked as she had been to discover Mr. Dodgson’s books’ popularity even decades later) and sympathizing with their twisted pasts. They’d even liked Victor once they saw him fully clothed (though they’d gotten confirmation he wasn’t the one from their universe – Uncle Charles, upon hearing his last name, mentioned that he thought Victor was married to Victoria Everglot. The discussion about alternates had been a strange one). All in all, the trip was a success, with her aunt and uncle giving their blessing for future visits and wishing her and Victor every happiness. Which was very good news.

Except that she’d barely heard a word of it. The entire time they had been visiting, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about what she’d seen when they first arrived. That chest, those shoulders, those arms. . .bloody hell, he’d been so pale, so fragile-looking, and yet so handsome. . . . Part of her just wanted to pin him to his bed and cover his skin with her lips, tasting every last inch of his beautiful flesh. The other part was desperately trying to figure out why, what was wrong with her, she’d always known he was good-looking but this was completely unexpected –

She groaned and flopped down on her bed. And she’d thought love was confusing. Lust brought it to a whole new level.
save_us_alice: (through the looking glass)
The first thing she was aware of was that it didn't smell particularly good in here.

Alice opened her eyes to find herself in a little, grayish cell, sunlight streaming through barred windows. For a moment, she thought she'd somehow ended up in one of Hatter's padded rooms and was due for the operating table. A look around, though, showed that this place lacked the inherent strangeness of the Hatter's asylum. For one thing, the bed was on the floor. She turned on her back and sat up, rubbing her head. Now where was she?

Then she noticed the softness against her arm. Looking down, she saw her old rabbit doll tucked into the crook of her elbow. She picked it up and looked at it. It stared back at her with its one button eye. "Not going to speak to me again?" she said mildly, giving it a gentle shake.

The doll was silent. Alice regarded it a moment more, then hugged it to her chest. Looking around, dim memory dawned of staring at the ceiling for -- for God knows how long. Right, she was back in Rutledge. She must have been returned after defeating the Queen. Alice shivered a little as she recalled the many-tentacled monster. That had been the absolute toughest fight of her life. For a moment there, she'd been afraid she wasn't going to win.

But she'd prevailed. She'd been on the verge of passing out when the creature had finally died, but she recalled seeing the golden glow surrounding her body spread over the land, and the grass growing again. And she felt -- oddly sure of herself. Still saddened by the passing of her parents, but the guilt, the pain was gone. What had happened was tragic, but it was also an accident. There was no need for her to punish herself. She nodded and looked back at her bunny. "Well then -- Dr. Wilson should be pleased," she told it, patting its worn ears. "And the head nurses. Though I hope I don't have to see those twin orderlies again." She scowled. "Vile bastards."

The anger couldn't take root, however -- her joy over finally reclaiming herself was far too powerful. She laughed happily, hugging her bunny tightly. Back amongst the living again! And as soon as she proved herself competent to the doctors, she'd be free. Free to be herself again. Granted, she'd have to figure out where to live and what to do with herself, but at least she'd have the choice. And Wonderland would always be there, of course. She was looking forward to properly rebuilding it in her mind. "It's going to be a great adventure, Bunny," she said softly, smiling at the slotted sunlight.

Thinking of Wonderland, however, made her remember another place she'd been visiting -- the Nexus. She frowned a little -- she'd only ever gotten to that place through one of Wonderland's portals. Would she still be able to now, with Wonderland in a state of unrest, needing to be rebuilt? Or what if she wanted to visit from this world? Had she perhaps dreamed it all? No, even she couldn't dream up a place as rich and varied and strange as that. But what was she going to do about visiting? She had friends there! Sighing, she flopped back against the pillow --

And felt a lump.

Puzzled, Alice sat back up and pulled the thin pillow back. Nestled into the far corner was -- a very familiar piece of technology. Slowly, Alice reached out and picked up the PINpoint she'd secured on her very first visit to the Nexus. She played with it a moment -- it seemed to still be in perfect working order. Another smile spread across her face. "Well then," she said. "I guess someone does want me to go back."

The sound of someone coming to her door caught her attention. Alice quickly hid the PINpoint back under her pillow -- it wouldn't do for it to be confiscated by the staff. Something like that would raise far too many awkward questions. She could retrieve it later. She sat herself on the side of the bed and prepared to greet the newcomer with a cheery, "Good morning."

She just hoped whoever it was didn't faint.


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Alice Liddell Brown

February 2014

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