A/N: Er, okay, not really sure how to explain this. Basically, I woke up one morning and mymuse decided to add some more on to the original, then I went, 'But it's already finished! That bird hath flown! That fish is cooked!' Then my muse replied, 'Not really. The plot's got more holes than swiss cheese.' So anyway, Ladles and jellispoons, I present to you: Bunny Holes and Bad Royalty: The rewrite.

PROLOUGE

Off with your head,

The red queen said

And rest of you, go back to bed

The Cheshire cat was worried. Not that he hadn't been worried before, of course. But now he was concerned enough that he thought it a good idea to go and see that damnable over-sized grub. He slid from his usual vantage point, a tall, heavily knotted and scratch-scarred tree on the edge of the tulgy wood, materialised on top of one of the giant mushrooms in the caterpillar's realm, and turned to the blue insect, who was sitting on top of the next cap.

"Whatever happens, will happen." It said, smoke drifting from its mouth as it spoke.

The cat blinked. "I haven't asked anything yet!"

The caterpillar raised an eyebrow, and seemed to notice him for the first time. "Oh, it's you is it? What do you want?"

"Something's coming, isn't it?" Hissed the feline, his fur bristling and orange eyes flashing. He wasn't stupid - there was a time and a place for riddles and cryptic speech, and this wasn't it. "I can feel it. Hell, a blind dog could see it. I only wish I were blind."

"She wasn't mad enough, was the problem." Muttered the caterpillar, under its breath.

CC frowned, pausing from scratching under his collar with a hind paw (his own, more's the pity) "Who wasn't mad enough?"

The caterpillar ignored the question, only replying, "My dear boy, there's only nothing yet to come. Something's already here."

The cat's bones felt it first, then his fur, already growing and bristling in defence of the noise his ears were just beginning to pick up on. Yet, no matter how faint, he'd never mistake that sound, the low, rhythmic pound of feet, a sound that had been lost in the waking world since roman times.

The card guards were coming.

The Cheshire cat turned back to the caterpillar, already to big to fit on the mushroom. The oracle and guardian of the diamonds nodded at him. "Go. Hatter and hare will need your help."

Whatever happens, will happen. The words echoed in the feline's mind, as he gave The Seer one last, curt nod, and as his body began to fade away, to a little way from the from the path of the soldiers.

The place he chose was the hollow behind a tree, right in the centre of the tulgy wood. He could smell, faintly behind the inky stink of the cards, the arrowroot muskiness of the Jabberwock somewhere near, but wasn't concerned - the draconian beast was much more passive in his old age, after a youth of fighting humans who fancied themselves knights in the chess borders, and rarely gave the queen's soldiers any bother, so they steed clear of him, and he of them.

A soft noise jerked CC from his musings. He turned, lips already in a snarl, but it was only the Hare, crouched low and moving on all fours, and the Hatter, a serious, focussed expression on the humanoid's usually vaguely good natured features. The feline, now easily twice as big as waking tiger, gave them a glance before twitching an ear to signal to more forwards.

After what seemed like an age, (and could well have been, considering the current situation) they neared the long gash of crushed and slashed vegetation. After a few silent words, the hatter and hare swung round to the rear of the cavalry, preparing powerful legs with more force behind them than a piledriver and razor throwing knives as streamlined and deadly as raptors for combat, as chess himself prepared to make a strike at the right flank of the foot soldiers.

He slunk as close as he could, then leapt, digging claws the size of butcher's hooks into the nearest guard's throat, and tearing them out again with a soft torrent of blue-black ink. He continued like this, until one officer noticed the bodies (as much as the card soldiers were merciless and precise killers, excellent at following orders and carrying out the queens dirty work, they weren't known for their intelligence) and chess suddenly found a good (or bad, for that matter) two dozen spears pointed his way, then really leapt in action.

The first wave was easy, as turncoat diamonds were thrown this way and that, torn and stained like the pages of a textbook, discarded when the fountain pen has leaked.

Soft muffled cries of pain signalled the hatter and hare's arrival, whatever stood-in for bones shattered by swift, precise kicks and punches and thick, spell ridden, club-marked card sliced easily open by sharp knives. They worked their way forward until they reached the ranks of the queen's personally trained fighters, and suddenly the defensive lives thinned, leaving the guardians of the clubs and spades in a circle, trapped by not only the thick bristle of unpleasantly pointy objects, but a plethora of attack spells, all eager to be used. No, wait, CC noticed suddenly, in the strangely, terrifying clear way that people notice thing when they feel they are liable to die, it wasn't actually a circle.

It was a heart-shape.

"Oh once I had a kitty, kitty" chanted a clear, high voice from behind the ranks of scowling guards.

"And he was just so pretty pretty

I fed him up on meat and milk

So his fur was soft as silk

But then my kitty ran away,

So now my kitty has to pay."

The last line was punctuated by a soft giggle, and the collar around CC's neck blazed white-hot, causing his neck to erupt in pain.

The last thing he saw, before waves of despair and unconsciousness took him, were a pair of crystalline blue eyes, slowly becoming mismatched as the power of all the cards combined in one being.

A/N: Look at the poor purple button down there,

Give him a click, to show that you care,

Please review, to tell what you think,

Was it worth the time and ink?