AN: Something cute and fluffy to end the series. Thanks to you guys for welcoming me to the fandom and I look forward to seeing more of you when I start posting "Down the Rabbithole" in two short weeks.

Zodiac

Alice always read the weekly horoscopes. It was something her father had started when she was a kid, reading them to her from the paper and trying to convince her they were real. She had never believed in them, but she liked to pretend sometimes. Liked to imagine that there was something magical that controlled her fates and made things happen. Silly as it was, she always read the horoscopes from the sunday paper. It was a light, easy tradition.

"Wha's a sag-it-tar-us?"

Explaining it to Hatter, on the other hand, was not quite so easy.

"Sagittarius," she corrected him, glancing up from the newspaper open on the kitchen table in front of her. "It's a zodiac sign."

Hatter sat down opposite her and blew on his cup of tea. "What's that?"

"It's based on the stars," Alice said. "And on when you were born. There's a constellation for certain times when you were born, and the way those stars line up can sort of tell things about your future. Like see, because I was born in early December, that makes me a Sagittarius. So this paper says that - " She flourished the paper and squinted down at the little block of text, "I could face a difficult discussion and that my world is due for a trying time, but that I should keep my patience and all will work out."

"Wait," Hatter said and his brow furrowed. "So you're sayin' these funny l'il star signs are s'pose to be able to predic' the future?" He laughed and shook his head, tracing a finger around the rim of his teacup. "An' you say Wonde'land makes no sense."

Alice sighed and rubbed her forehead. "It's not real," she said. "It's just - it's for fun. It's just fun to think about sometimes." Hatter hummed but there was something teasing in the curve of his lips around the teacup.

"It is rath'a silly," he said and smiled. Then his hand snaked across the table to curl over hers. "So, love, wha's it say 'bout me?"

"I don't know," she said. "I mean, I don't exactly know when your birthday is, do I?"

"Well the papers Jack ga' me say it's," he pulled out his wallet and checked the ID card, "April first."

Alice laughed. "I think he meant that as a joke," she said. Hatter glanced at her curiously. "Never mind." Her eyes flicked down the row of horoscopes until she found the right one. "Something strikes you as being very funny today, although your partner may not see it quite this way. Today's astral configuration could bring about a situation in which you just cannot help but burst out laughing."

Hatter's eyes lit up and a smile was dancing across his lips. "Aye, I reckon those stars are on t' somethin'."