The title got into my mind when I was reading the Jabberwocky Poem from Alice Through The Looking Glass. But being Alice's child a girl, I changed the beamish boy into beamish child. By the way, the way she came back from Wonderland is one of my twists, and apparently her relationship and love affair with the Hatter are as well. Hope you like this.

Disclaimer: I sadly own nothing but Lucie and the plot of this story. Alice in Wonderland belongs to its respective creator, Lewis Carroll and the movie to Tim B. (a genius if i may add) & Disney. I just have fun with the story adding my personal twists to it.

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"You could stay here, you know," he had whispered in her ear but she just wouldn't listen. "Wonderland is your world, you were meant to live here, Alice."

Se had doubted and reconsidered her options. She could have stayed there, she would have liked to stay there, but she couldn't. She still had things to fix in the other world, the one she came from, the 'boring one' as she would've called it when she was younger. She clutched the Jabberwocky's blood to her chest and bit her lip in confusion. She thought about the situation for seconds and finally choosing one of the possible options. She wasn't sure about the decision she took and finally parted her lips to speak.

"I'm sorry, Hatter, but I do not belong here. I belong to the world above this. As much as I would like to stay, I can't."

The Hatter's face dropped at what Alice had said and took a few steps back, a worried expression in his face. Alice's heart sank in her chest as she watched her beloved Hatter walk away from her. He positioned him self between Tweedledum and Tweedledee.

The White Queen took a few steps to stand right in front of Alice. She placed her hand in Alice's shoulder comforting her. Alice's eyes started getting watery and the Queen knelt a little so their faces were at the same level.

"Don't worry, Alice. He'll be alright. Don't you ever dare to regret anything; he's just upset because he's going to miss you a lot."

"I know," the girl answered, "I'm going to miss you all as well."

The Queen smiled and then pulled the girl into a hug. Alice wrapped her arms lightly around the Queen and she heard her whisper:

"But just remember, Alice, whenever you want to get back to Wonderland all you need to do is wish for it. We will always be waiting for you with arms wide open."

Alice pulled out of the hug, with a sad smile on her face and wiped a tear with the back of her hand. Another tear rolled and she went to over to say goodbye to the remaining characters.

She first said goodbye to the Cheshire Cat. The cat smiled his big smile with his big eyes wide open and floated over to Alice's head.

"Good-bye, Chessur. Be good while I'm gone, would you?"

"While you're gone? So, are you coming back?" he asked impatiently.

Alice realized the meaning of her words and hurriedly corrected them. "I don't think so Chessur. Good-bye little cat."

She touched his head with her fingers and the cat purred like a little kitten gently touched the girl's face with his furry tail and then disappeared. She giggled and went to the next person.

She got on her knees to give her farewell to the Dormouse. The little mouse crossed her arms over her little chest and turned her face away from the waiting Alice. She giggled and with a finger she patted the mouse's head.

"Even though you don't like me that much, I'm still going to miss you, Mallymkun."

The mouse narrowed her eyes at her and finally rolled them and showed her a smile. She climbed to her shoulder and pinched Alice in the cheek.

"You proved to be the Alice. We are all gonna be grateful to you, girl. Well done."

That said, she jumped off Alice's shoulder and then the golden-haired girl stood and went to hug both Tweedles. As she went the Mad Hatter took a step back so she could hug them, the worried expression still in his face. Her heart felt a horrible wound and a tear escaped her eyes again. She put an arm around each Tweedle and forced their eyes closed.

"I'll be missing you Tweedledum and Tweedledee. Don't you ever forget me, please?"

"Never, Alice," said Tweedledee.

"Never ever," continued Tweedledum.

Finally she made her way to the White Rabbit, the one that had guided her to this wonderful world. She smiled absently and knelt to his height. "Farewell, Rabbit. I'm gonna miss you."

The Rabbit jumped into her lap and smiled warmly at her. "When you were younger you used to call me Mr. Rabbit. That's something I find myself missing a lot. Wonderland won't be the same without you, brave Lady Alice, the one who brought peace back to our world. The right and only, the irreplaceable and loved Alice."

She touched his soft white fur and placing him on the floor again, she stood and searched for the Mad Hatter. He was not behind Tweedledum and Tweedledee; instead, he was walking away. His hat was over his head and his orange curls bouncing with each step. She quickly ran into him and yelled his name.

"Hatter! Stop please! Wait!" she cried at him, but he had reached into the woods already.

She ran in the same direction as he did and when she reached him, she threw her arms around him from the back. The Hatter stopped abruptly and he placed a hand over hers. He turned to face her, still in the hug, and she buried her face in his chest. Alice sobbed uncontrollably clinging into him and he curled her hair with his fingers.

"Hatter," she murmured, "I'm gonna miss you so much."

He grabbed her chin and forced her too look at him right into his eyes and she lost all sense of reality at the mere sight of his green eyes.

He smiled, showing her his pearly teeth and then caressed her cheek. Alice furrowed her brows.

"Little Alice," he whispered softly.

Alice rested her head in his shoulder and he rounded her with his arms. Alice felt immensely secure in his hug. He inhaled her sweet scent and if he could he would had never let go. She raised her head and standing on her tip-toes, he softly placed a kiss on his lips. He closed his eyes, not the first time she did that, and when Alice finally pulled apart she threw her arms around his neck again, just to drink the Jabberwocky's blood while he was not watching, in his arms, as a tear rolled across her cheek…

She could still hear him shouting for her, as she slowly vanished from his arms, his lips letting her name escape through them. She could still watch him crying for her…

Alice Kingsley woke up and found herself feeling a lot of hot surrounding her. Her skin was sticky and her cheeks were as well. She touched them and when he noticed her eyes burned, she knew that she had been crying. She cried in her sleep, in that worrying dream she had every night since she left Wonderland. She touched her hot forehead and it was boiling hot. She pushed the covers away and placed her feet in the cold floor. She started freezing and searched for her slippers. When she found them she got her feet in them and then stood up.

Walking over to the mirror she had in the bedroom, she was her image reflected in it. She was dead pale, she could have even passed as a corpse if she needed to, but her skin had a glowing tone due to the sweat covering her body and face. Her night gown was a pure white colour but her skin was tinted with an unhealthy white-purplish color. Her hair was a mess of golden curls that fell to the middle of her back. She grabbed a hand-towel from the white-wooden dressing table and wiped her face with it. She observed her image in the mirror again and noticed how her eyes had red lines and a tint of pink where the white should be. But her blue eyes remained normal. Her lips were chapped but she cared less and smiled, remembering the one she loved, living in a far away land. Another world she couldn't go back again. She remembered his sweet scent. He smelled like a candy shop, so childish and creative. A tear formed at the corner of her eyes and she watched her reflection again. The tear threatening to run through her cheek finally gave up and rolled down. She watched as plenty of more drops of salty water joined the first one and she closed her eyes.

Oh, how much she missed him.

She seated in the little chair and rested her head in her arm. Five years had passed since she last visited Wonderland. Being Alice now 24, almost 25, she missed each person she met there. She missed the White Queen's kindness, Absolem's wisdom, the Tweedles' fights, Mallymkun's courage, Chessur's little tricks and… just a little above everything else… she missed the Hatter himself. Every single little thing that formed his existence happened to recall most of Alice's happy memories. She could still feel his arms around her, her head gently resting in his chest while he played with her hair. She hated to cry like this, she felt hopeless while she wasn't. She had a lot of courage and braveness in her heart, but she couldn't bare this pain anymore…

"Momma?" she heard someone calling for her in the door.

She lifted her head to find her daughter staring at her, tiredness written all over her face. She was clutching her white rabbit toy and her eyebrows were furrowed.

"Lucie? What are you doing up at this hour, honey?" she asked whipping her tears away so her daughter couldn't see them.

Lucie almost ran, almost falling with her white night dress, and threw her arms around her mother, the rabbit completely forgotten in the floor. She buried her face in her mother's gown and closed her eyes.

"I heard you crying, Momma. I don't like it when you cry, it makes me sad," she replied softly, sniffling a little. "Is it the Daddy nightmare again?"

Alice smiled to herself as she hugged her daughter and gently ran her fingers through the girl's golden ringlets. Her milky soft hair seemed to melt in her fingers and she pressed a quick kiss at the top of Lucie's head, before answering: "It's not a nightmare, my sweet child, is more like a dream that brings painful, but also, happy memories."

The little girl lifted her head, her eccentric green eyes encountering with her mother's deep blue. Oh how much her eyes were like his… Last time she got to Wonderland, without knowing, she had returned to her world with a little gift, given by the person she loved and missed the most. She noticed while she was in her trip and in the fourth almost fifth month when her stomach was quite and strangely big and returned back to her home. Her mother had been petrified at the first time, knowing this was a child conceived out of marriage but later learned to love her grandchild and her daughter. People started to murmur about Alice when they finally got to know but she paid no attention. She loved the baby he gave her and that was all it mattered for her.

Lucie Kingsley was four years old and was turning five in a few months. The girl had Alice's bouncing deep blonde curls and a smile that matched hers perfectly. Her pink delicate pink lips contrasting with her snowy skin but similar to her peach-flushed cheeks. And finally her eyes, which were tinted with an electric green with a yellow flower surrounding her pupil, were identical to her father's. She also had his thin nose and talented hands. Lucie herself was interested in the mode, and Alice had bought her a sketch notebook where she would draw a lot. Dresses, clothes, shoes and even hats filled the notebook. She was a lot like her father when she worked. Lucie would always give her best effort in every design she did and had a wonderful and gifted imagination. She sometimes had her father's change in moods and his liking for tea, but Alice's curiosity, part of her imagination, despise for some things in the high society, the bad habit of sometimes not doing what she was told and she got the same frustration as her when someone told her what to do.

But despite everything they both had in common, she could feel him through her daughter's interests, personality, laugh, and mostly, through her eyes… She was the most vibrant memory form him and all Wonderland. She was her most precious gift.

Lucie hugged her again and climbed to her legs, resting her head in her mother's shoulder. She sniffled a little more and repositioned herself.

"Momma?" she asked. Alice murmured an 'mmm?' and the girl continued. "Can I sleep with you just for tonight? Please? I promise to be quiet."

Alice laughed softly and nodded slowly. The girl got down from her knees and jumped into the bed, getting comfortable under the blankets of the bed. She turned to look at Alice and patted a site at her side, inviting her mother to get in as well. The woman got up and slid under the covers with her daughter. The girl snuggled close to her mother and Alice gently caressed her peachy cheek. Lucie opened her lips to speak.

"Momma, do I get one of your bedtime stories?" she whispered against her pillow, her eyes just half-open.

Alice giggled and answered: "Not today, honey. Tomorrow, perhaps."

Without giving an answer and closing her emerald coloured eyes, Lucie Kingsley drifted off to a peaceful and pleasant sleep.

Alice felt a little bit jealous about Lucie's capability to catch the sleep so easily. She kissed the top of her daughter's and the closed her eyes, just to get that dream about her loved one again, but she didn't wake up. The little child in her arms made her feel secure enough, not to sleep entirely well, but not to wake up in the night again.

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With all my pure and sincere love,

Queen of Chees.