Ok. I'm going to do two fanfictions based on Tim Burton's Alice In Wonderland. Two alternative endings I wanted. Both begin after the slaying of the Jabberwocky. And I have to say, I am thrilled right now that 'Jabberwocky' is in Microsoft Word's dictionary :D

Curiouser and Curiouser.

I clutched the vial of the Jabberwocky's blood tightly, my thumb positioned under the lid to flip it open and leave the peculiar Wonderland. The idea of staying flitted out of my mind like a butterfly… like Absolem. It wasn't going to happen. I'd seen some odd wonders here, but I had a lot to do at home. A real life, one that I knew was real. Cool breath fanned my skin, ghosting across my cheek. I drew in a sharp breath, and froze completely. "You don't have to go," Hatter whispered, though the doubt was there. He knew I had to go.

"Oh, but I do." I sighed, turning to look at him wistfully. "My mother needs me, and I need to decline Hamish's offer, and I need to carry on from my father." I swallowed, and blinked away the possibility of tears. "I've done all I was required to here. I don't belong Hatter." I murmured.

"You can belong, my friend." He sighed, his face dropping. As quickly as the gloom appeared, it faded, being replaced with an ecstatic smile, melancholy forgotten in a muddled mind.

"Hatter… why is a raven like a writing desk?"

"I haven't the slightest idea," He grinned. A silence passed, and he looked pointedly down at the purple vial, raising his eyebrows. "We'll miss you."

I turned and looked at everyone. The White Queen raised a hand to her heart and pouted sadly, sighing deeply. Everyone was waving, or smiling; the White Rabbit even had his handkerchief out. I smiled in response, and turned back to The Mad Hatter. "Whatever you want to do," He shrugged, and tipped his hat slightly.

I stared at him, even after he looked away. He knew what I would pick, and though it wasn't what he, or all the others wanted, they accepted it. This crazy, bemusing, mad Hatter who had a mind stranger than my own, and I was leaving him. Leaving them all. "I can come back," I said, though it sounded like a plea.

"You'll forget." He smiled.

"How can I forget...?"

"The question would be how can you remember?" He shrugged, "You've been here before, and you'll forget once more, for Frabjous day when the Jabberwocky you once slain," He muttered in a violent Scottish accent.

"Hatter," I laughed. He blinked, and laughed with me. "So I can return, but I won't remember… Surely I won't forget you," I said stubbornly.

"You shall. Me and The Queen, and March Hare, even the Jabberwocky and flamingo hockey."

"I'm sure it was croquet." I giggled.

He moved away slightly, giving me a chance to make my decision. I grasped the vial tightly, the purple liquid sloshing around slightly. I held it as far from my body as possible, as though I intended to drop it, before I pulled open the lid and quickly put it to my lips, drinking the liquid. It tasted gloriously awful. The perfect taste, yet one I never wanted to taste again. I believed I would disappear instantly, appear in front of Hamish once more in a champion's armour still, but I didn't. Nothing happened immediately. I began to feel lighter, ethereal if that ever was a feeling. Less tangible. I was slowly fading away.

Hatter turned to face me, smiling ruefully. "Peculiar champion Alice, we'll miss you, and we are ever thankful."

Even as I felt myself leave Wonderland, the unusual feeling of disappearing, I realized I couldn't let him go; not yet. Fainter and fainter I grew, yet I became bolder. I rushed forward on ghosting feet and slammed my lips into his. He leaned back in surprise, or even disgust, but I moved closer, wrapping my arms around his neck. I felt a feather soft touch on my back, almost accidental contact as he responded, wrapping his arms around me.

Luxuriously, I fell away from Wonderland.

Or was I floating?

Yes, most certainly floating.

I fell out the rabbit hole, a distant memory of where I had started my journey. Thankfully, I was back in my dress, my corset-less, stocking-less, plain old dress. I crouched on my hands and knees, trying to regain my bearings. All of a sudden, I was shoved forward, my face slamming into the cool, damp grass. "Oof!" I huffed, moving forward away from the rabbit hole. I stood up, brushing my hands over my dress to expel dirt and grass.

"May I just ask…?" I voice said behind me. I whipped around, confused as to who was talking. In front of the rabbit hole, sitting dazedly in the grass was Hatter. He had a finger raised, as though asking for a moment, and appeared to be focusing intently on a square of grass.

I sat back down on the grass in shock. "Hatter? What- what are you…?"

He raised his hand slightly, reaffirming the raised finger. "May I just ask… what was that?"

Head flushed to my face as I thought about my moment of bold abandon. "How on earth did you manage to come here too?" I asked, neatly sidestepping his question.

"I-I- you!" He exclaimed, levelling his hand to point at me. He staggered to a vertical stance, and I followed, staring at him in surprise and embarrassment. "You did this!" He said, not in anger, but in surprise. He opened and closed his mouth several times, unable to speak. Oh my. I'd baffled a Mad Hatter speechless. He turned to look around him, forgetting the confusion. He sat down on the grass once more, and began a conversation with an 'ignorant' daisy. I imagined the daisy talk back, and how peculiar it was that neither of us would find that peculiar.

"Hatter." I said, watching him grow aggravated at the rude white flower. "Hatter!" I chided. "The daisies don't talk here. They're hardly alive. Look, see," I reached down and pulled the thin hairy stalk out of the ground, and handed him the tiny, pretty flower. It was a relief he didn't faint. After a few moments, he recovered from the shock of seeing me 'murder' the daisy, and was happily plucking several of it's friends.

Meanwhile, I pondered the situation. I could hardly bring the Hatter back to the party, with his vibrant orange hair and yellow green eyes. Besides, where would I say I'd found him? Down a rabbit hole with a grinning cat and a Queen with a too-big head? No. Certainly not. How had he even got here? I was beginning to regret the kiss, considering then, I was sure I'd never see him again, or at least never remember him. But now he was here, now, I was terribly embarrassed.

That was it.

The kiss! There had still been some Jabberwocky blood on my lips. My face flushed red once more, remembering. How foolish it was! I should just let him go back down the rabbit hole, return to my own life, marry Hamish – or don't, there are better possibilities – and forget all about Wonderland. I turned to mention the idea to Hatter, and found him to be very close, a chain of daisies held up between his hands. "Here, here," He said, draping the chain over my hair like a flowery hairband. "This is marvellous! I can create such amazing bonnets out of these… That little chain looks delightful, and it's barely a hat." I reached up to touch it suspiciously. He grabbed my wrists before I could. "Don't disturb it, now," He smiled. "Now. You don't happen to have a teapot, do you?" He asked, looking down at a large pile of various other flowers.

I laughed. He didn't. "Oh, um. You were serious? I'm sorry. I don't happen to have one."

"Pity." He shrugged gloomily, and began gathering them in his hat, before quickly dropping it on his head.

"Hatter…" I started, wondering if I would be too selfish to tell him it'd be best for him to leave. He raised his eyebrows questioningly. "I think… I don't know how you got here," I lied, "But, I think that you'd prefer to be back in Wonderland. I mean, this world has none of he marvel you know and love. You know nobody but I, and I don't know how the other people I know will see you… they're all rather narrow minded."

"For one, we both know exactly why I was brought here. For two, this place is wonder. Flowers that don't talk! Do the animals talk?" He asked. I quickly shook my head, allowing him to continue. "The animals don't talk!"

"But I thought you liked having animal friends?" I said, frowning.

"Oh, but I do. But the March Hare has been driving me mad recently, and what good is a whiny dormouse without a door?" He pondered, before shaking his head quickly. "You don't have shrinking potions?" I shook my head. "Growing cake? Opposing Queens in castles? Men made of cards? Bandersnatches? Vorpal sword?" He continued, not giving me a chance to respond, barely understand what he was saying. "Jabberwockies…?" I grinned and shook my head. "… This place is fantastic!" He yelled, the sound echoing through the trees. I looked behind us to where the party was, nervous all over again.

"Well, that's all very well, but what about the people here? They're very judgemental, and not very understanding." I said, grimacing.

"Are you saying you are embarrassed by me? After what you did in Underland?" He laughed at my blush. The worst thing was, if it meant he felt the same, I didn't want to take it back.

"No! I'm not embarrassed about you…" I said. It was true. I wasn't embarrassed at all. I was worried. If we went traipsing back to the party - after I'd just ran from Hamish – Hatter in tow; astonished by the flowers and animals, his wild orange hair and eccentric old hat… it was impossible, even to me, the girl forever in a daydream. Even if that went alright, however strange it may seem, he would never be accepted, not in the slightest. He wasn't a respectable gentleman with a high social status, he was a redhead vagrant from the trees. I was worried he would get miserable.

"You're worried about me, as I've went positively bonkers?" He asked, like discussing the weather. He raised his raggedy old hat, raising his eyebrows, and plucked a daisy from on his head, before he weaved it into my hair and patted it down. His hand lingered for longer than necessary, and his odd eyes sought out my own, though I looked away quickly. "I didn't peg you as the sort to be so bold, to be honest."

I couldn't help but smile, just a little. "I'm not." I said, laughing nervously to cover the discomfiture I was feeling.

"Well, that's a bloomin' shame," He sighed, leaning closer. I closed my eyes, my heart hammering in my chest. Cool breath coasted over my face, introducing the warm presence of another's skin. Our lips touched, just as a loud interruption sounded.

"Alice! Alice Kingsley!" A loud, nasally voice hollered. I gasped in surprise, my nose bashing into Hatter's before we pulled apart.

"Hide!" I hissed at him, but he didn't move other than to stand beside me. He looked at me, tipping his hat and smiling wickedly.

Hamish stumbled through the trees, red in the face from running. "Alice! What- what happened? Why did you run away?"

I looked at Hamish in surprise; it felt like years since I'd seen him. So much had happened in my life since I'd been at the party with him, yet to him, it was no time at all. His red hair, ashamedly combed into an obsessively neat style. The crisp grey suit he wore didn't do him any favours, and was far too organized and proper for my taste. When I didn't answer immediately, he frowned, and his gaze finally travelled to Hatter.

"What… um. Who, is that?" He said, distaste dripping through his words.

I opened my mouth, realizing I had nothing to say. 'Mad Hatter' was hardly a name. But before I had to, Hatter stepped forward, a wide, bridging on manic smile splitting his face. "Tarrant Hightopp, at your service. Nice to meet you. Pleasure to greet you. Lovely to see you, what a pleasure, how nice and delightful. Wonderful even, spectacular, peculi-"

"Tarrant, please." I said pleasantly, rocking back on my heels.

"Of course. And who might you be, fellow redhead?" Hatter smiled, shaking Hamish's hand vigorously.

Hamish blushed furiously. "Hamish, Hamish Ascot. Nice… to meet you, Tarrant." He smiled, like Hatter was a simpleton. "Alice, who is this man?" He asked me quietly.

"Oh, Tarrant. We are quite good friends." I said politely, smiling.

"Yes. Quite." Hatter mimicked my tone, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Alice…" Hamish whispered. "May I… speak with you, for a second?"

"Oh my, no! Surely we have a party to attend?" The sarcasm in my tone didn't seem to register in his mind.

"Yes," He said tightly, jaw clenching. "But you see, that is the matter I wish to discuss… in private." He stole a glance over at Hatter, who had begun fixing the daisies in my hair with a fierce determination.

"Well… alright then." I sighed. "Tarrant, I'm terribly sorry, but I do believe Hamish desperately requires my attention."

"All righty," He grinned with a sweeping low bow, before he backed away slightly.

"What is it, Hamish?" I asked amicably, if not slightly aloof.

"Where did you find it?" He asked, shooting bewildered glances at Hatter. "I can hardly believe my eyes, looking at him!"

"Isn't he a wonder?" I smiled.

"More of a bewilderment," He said, raising his eyebrows. "What on earth is he wearing?"

"Relax, Hamish. He's an actor." It seemed to be the only suitable explanation, but it didn't seem right to make a mockery of him. "Or sometimes a Hat maker. Either way, he refuses to go around in anything other than his perfect attire. And frankly, I'd say he looks dashing."

"But Alice… I apologize, but… his eyes! How… chillingly peculiar! And his hair!"

"Hamish, I do say, if you had let your locks grow long, you'd look rather the same! And what's wrong with different? If you'll excuse me, I have an old friend to converse with." I said, deliberately lifting my dress as I walked away, exposing my stocking-less ankles. There was a loud gasp, and Hamish grabbed my arm to pull me back again.

"Where are your stockings?!" He exclaimed in a hushed tone.

"Don't be my mother, Hamish. Why should I have to wear them? Because I'm a woman?" I challenged.

He blanched slightly at the sharpness in my voice, and blinked a few times. "…There was another thing I needed to discuss with you… what happened, under the gazebo?"

"Clearly, I ran away." I said, raising an eyebrow. He was really beginning to get on my nerves.

"Do you not accept my proposal?" He asked, eyes wide, as though he couldn't quite believe that I was declining.

"Hamish, you're a good person. I do enjoy your company. But I don't think I could ever think of you in that way. Do you love me?" I asked.

"Marriage isn't about love, Alice. It's about…" He was unable to finish that sentence. There was no right answer. "It'd do you, and your family good, if we were joined."

I raised my eyebrows, letting him know how I felt about his reasons. "My family and I are not poor, nor do we have any other reason to join on to another family. We have no need for your… charity. Though it is such a great sacrifice on your part. Please, let it be known that we are forever thankful."

With that, I walked over to Hatter, smiling when he replaced the chain of daisies on my head with a chain of bluebells. "They go lovely with your hair. And they match your dress," He said, studying them carefully.

"So… what? You're just going to go straight back to the party? With that ruffian?" Hamish asked loudly.

I linked my arm with Hatter's, "You're not coming, Hamish? To your own proposal party?" We started walking away, before Hamish quickly began to follow.

Ah. There's the first chapter of my idea. I was so upset with the ending of Alice In Wonderland, but I prefer this version. Plus, it allows me to have fun with a story. It can be as light, funny, or as romantic as I want :D

I'm sorry if the characters are off, especially Mad Hatter. It would be a lot easier if he were simply mad, end of, although Johnny Depp makes the character amazing..

Anyway, thanks a lot for reading, and if you could review, it'd really make my day. :D

Lots of love

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