Projection / Alice Liddell and Leslie Withers Crossover.

It always began with a fall. A hard, rushed fall into oblivion. The cause always seemed unusual and confusing. Waking felt disorienting. The screaming was a bit worse, even when it didn't come from her. She blinked her eyes open and shook her head, the headache at her temples pounded relentlessly. The ground she fell on was hard with no lush grass and her body felt sore. She turned over to locate the screaming, only to find a white haired male holding both sides of his head. He was shaking and wearing hospital clothes, his face contorted in an anguish look as his eyes scanned the place they were in.

Where were they anyway? She looked around, examining and slowly realizing where was a very important and drastic understanding.

The land crumbled, the skies were dark and hazy. Spirals of rock floated endlessly in the sky. They were on some type of rock surface near the Hatters Domain. She could see visible tea trays and broken cups, a few were floating in circles and some lay scattered on other rocks.

She groaned and picked herself up, noticing the blue dress and white apron. Shaking her head, she walked up to the boy who was a bit taller than her in height. He seemed a bit disconnected as his eyes frantically glanced to one area to the next. His hands were still at his ears and he was screaming incoherent words.

"Hey, would you please shut it," She said, her teeth gritting together as the boy closed his mouth. His gaze turned to her, she could see the obvious fear in his eyes. "I'm sorry." She murmured.

"Sorry.. Sorry.. Sorry.." He repeated under his breath.

"I'm Alice," She introduced.

"Alice.. Alice.. Alice.."

"Yes. My name is Alice. What is your name?" She asked him, noticing his gaze shift to the spinning tea cup down the path.

"Les.. Les... Les.. Leslie.. Leslie.. Leslie.." He murmured, his hands fell from his head and began shaking by his sides.

Alice frowned, she seen Hatter's inmates before. A few had escaped, but were inevitably killed. This one however seemed not to realize what is going on. She took his wrist and began dragging him off towards the spinning tea cup that was waiting down the path.

"Let's go see the Hatter. I want some explanations of why he's still using poor defenseless people as his tools, there's no need for such disgust. Although he's nothing but disgust." She shook her head, ignoring Leslie's muttered words and pulling him to the tea cup. She noticed there was a little door on the side, she grabbed the knob and pulled it open. There were seats on each side, her brow raised in alarm as she pushed Leslie into the cup and got in herself.

Leslie immediately sat down across from her, his hands were shaky as he glanced around. "Explanation.. explanation.. explanation.. explanation.." He covered his face with his hands.

"I never figured I'd be babysitting," She muttered. The tea cup moved away from the path to the other side of the cliff. She could see something waiting for her, a small dark figure.

She pursed her lips, "Damn cat." Alice grabbed Leslie's hand and pulled him to his feet, once the tea cup stopped at the edge, they got off and walked up to the mangled cat that was awaiting them.

Leslie chanted some nonsensical words, his eyes wide as he stared at the cat, his free hand gripped Alice's arm and hid behind her.

"I see you've made a friend, be careful not too lose him," The cat said, his grin spread taut.

She raised her brow, "Is this Hatter's doing? Losing a patient isn't like him."

"No. Alice. This is not Hatter's doing. The boy does not belong here, he was placed here, strange, isn't it?" The cat's tail swished to side to side, his gaze fell on the boy who was looking at him from behind Alice.

"Placed here? What do you mean? Quit holding back, tell me what you know," Alice demanded, ignoring Leslie's quivering repetitive words.

"Hatter knows his own domain, he might have the answers, he might not," The cat said, vanishing before their eyes.

"Might not.. might not.. might not.. might not.." Leslie said, his voice coming out in pants.

Alice sighed, annoyed by whatever the cat said, and mostly annoyed by Leslie repeating words. "Please be quiet or I'm leaving you somewhere," She hissed.

Leslie shook his head, his eyes snapped close as he let Alice go and fell to his knees. "No.. No.. No.. No.. No.. No.. No.. No.. No.." His voice grew higher and higher.

Alice had the urge to kick him, but she noticed something to their far left. A strange insect looking thing was moving towards them, leaving acid ooze behind. She gritted her teeth, "Great." She reached down and grabbed Leslie's arm.

"I don't have time for this, let's go," She dragged him behind her as they ran down the barren ground. This place inside her mind had changed, and each second she ran. She could see it. The rough rock walls were turning into white walls, the memories of the hospital began seeping in as Leslie trailed behind her.

The smell of blood was too apparent, the rust on door hinges and the screaming from other patients. It was too much and she realized the slickness of her hands. She looked down and noticed they were covered in blood, her dress was soaked in it. Leslie screamed, but she ignored him, it had to go away, the memories. They all were shut away inside her, they had to be.

It was a long time ago.. she blinked a few times and the blood disappeared, so did the white walls and dark rooms. She had to get away, far away. She knew from experience and memory that they were getting closer to the Hatter's Domain. A large metal door was fifteen feet ahead, it was closed shut and there were small things appearing with sharp forks and knives.

"Damn it," She stopped and pushed Leslie towards a broken tea cup and made him sit down. "Stay here. I'll get rid of the monsters."

"Monsters.. monsters.. monsters.." He murmured, his hands clasped together as he nodded to her.

With a sigh, she walked out into the clearing and wished for her knife. Right on time, the cat appeared and in its mouth was the Vorpal blade. He flung it and it clattered to the ground, the monsters growled from afar as Alice dived for the blade.

"Thanks cat," She said, but the cat was gone and she gripped the knife, a grin appeared on her face.

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a/n: Hey. My brother bought TWE and while he was playing, I felt this strange connection with Leslie the moment I saw him. I wasn't attracted to him or anything, but I felt more in tuned to him. It was the same with Alice in Alice: Madness Returns. Maybe it's because I have a mental illness and it feels good to relate to someone who has one, or something like that. Leslie is only seen a few seconds in the game, but while my brother played, I kept thinking, Alice and Leslie. Not romantically or sexually, but together, as friends. Since both games are about the mind, I decided to write something like it. xD

Don't expect weekly updates. I procrastinate a lot. I do enjoy Reviews though, so that might help with the motivation. (not sucking up to anyone. lol)

Disclaimer: I don't own Alice: Madness Returns nor The Evil Within.

Reviews are appreciated. No flames or bashing please.