I decided it would be fun to take everyone in Underland and see how they would get on with everyone in Otherland (as I'm going to call it). Expect chaos, and lots of it. First few chapters will be of Alice returning to Underland but I'll try to get through that quickly.

Please R&R, this is my first story so be brutal, and please point out any grammar mistakes.

One last thing, italics are Alice's day dreams and general memories.

Oh and I don't own Alice in Wonderland, or any of the characters. As you can see I'm not familiar with the disclaimer thing. Eloise and Hannah are mine though :)

Ready to wake up, Alice popped open the vial of Jabberwocky blood. Closing her eyes and tilting her head back a little, Alice prepared to drink, moving the vial towards her lips.

"You could stay," a familiarly odd voice whispered behind her. Turning, Alice met the Hatter's saddened eyes, her mind suddenly filled with doubt. She considered it for a moment. Staying with everyone in Wonderland, or Underland for that matter, and how fantastic that would be. No day would be boring, no one would tell her what to wear, or how to act, or who to marry.

Marry. Oh dear...

"I can't," Alice murmured. "There are things I have to do, questions to answer. I'll be back before you know it, I promise,"

"You won't remember me," Hatter whispered, his face still grim.

Alice frowned. "How could I forget you?"

Hatter smiled, his eyes lighting up, a quirk Alice marveled at no matter how used to it she was.

"Hatter, what is the answer?" Alice asked quietly. "Why is a raven like a writing desk?"

Hatter grinned his gap tooth grin and leaned forward. "I haven't the faintest idea,"

Alice laughed, but suddenly, she turned serious all over again with a faint sigh.

"I'm sorry, Hatter," Alice said apologetically, placing her hands on his shoulders. "I must go, but I promise to keep my promise,"

The Hatter smiled, and his eyes darkened alluringly.

"Tis a promise you would daren't break, my lady" he croaked in his Scottish brogue. "Or yer nightmares should be plenty,"

Alice giggled, and said, "I've had enough nightmares,"

Taking her hands off his shoulders, Alice held the vial to her lips and drank it swiftly.

"Fairfarren, Alice," Hatter said, his eyes turning green again.

"Fairfarren," Alice whispered, and the world slowly began to fade until the Hatter was the last thing she could see.

And then, it was black.

* * *

"Alice!" Alice's mother cried. "Alice, we must get going! Are you listening? You're return welcome party began nearly an hour ago!"

Alice blinked a few times, her mind floating back into reality. She caught her reflection in the window she'd been staring out of, and felt the sting of nostalgia. It had been three years since Alice had regained her 'muchness' in Underland, but it felt she had lost it once more.

"Seems we are terribly late, then," Alice muttered, her mind still distant.

"Yes! Yes very, come along Alice, please!" her mother pined.

Alice broke away from the window and reluctantly followed her mother to the carriage. Return Welcome party at the Ascots, pfft, Alice thought. Putting up with Lady Ascot, Hamish, and those narrow-minded eyes of all the other party guests was not Alice's imagined way of spending an afternoon. But of course, the last time she had attended a party at the Ascots, thing she could never have imagined to happen most certainly did.

Alice wondered if maybe she could find the rabbit hole again, but she was hesitant to get her hopes up. Perhaps it had all been a dream. A very, very lucid dream. Placing her hand to her right shoulder, Alice felt the three scars that sliced across her arm. They were real, so why couldn't the rest have been? She closed her eyes, feeling the rhythm of the bumpy carriage, and silently drove any Underland-related thoughts from her mind.

The carriage soon pulled up at the ridiculously large Ascot estate, and Alice's mother ushered her out into the garden.

"Let's hope Lady Ascot isn't too cross," she whispered to Alice as they walked towards the large group of people. The crowd noticed Alice and her mother walking towards them, and began to whisper gossip amongst themselves. Infamous Alice Kingsley, the girl who turned down a lord to trade with China, of all things, was back.

Against her attempted restraint, Alice couldn't help but think of curious welcome back party she had once attended. Alice giggled to herself at a sudden thought - she could almost guarantee there would be no loony march hares, obnoxious door mice, or mad but charming hatters at this welcome party. Although, that would make it ten-fold more interesting.

"Ah, finally," Lady Ascot said crudely. "We were beginning to think you would never show up,"

"We're only an hour late," Alice argued.

"Alice Kingsley," Lady Ascot scolded. "Just because you turned down my son, and are from what I hear a very competent apprentice, doesn't mean you can treat me so disrespectfully. I organised this all for you, did I not?"

"Sorry," Alice muttered. "I'd rather be in the Red Queen's court than here," she then mumbled as quietly as she could.

The party was like every party, except there was a large banner reading "Welcome Back Alice" hanging from one of the hedges. Guests of all sorts, most whom Alice barely knew, greeted her and asked how her expedition was.

"Splendid," Alice would force herself to reply. "Travel is such a marvel,"

But in complete honesty, Alice's trip had been turmoil most of the time and hard work the rest. The seas were always a bother for Alice, constantly battering about and causing her to feel horribly ill.

"You weren't born with sea legs, Alice," Janey the ship's cook and only other woman aboard would always say, tending to Alice as she lay bed stricken.

As their travels extended further and further away, Alice felt perhaps Underland hadn't been so strange after all. China had been marvelous, but at the same time terrifying and mysterious. Alice stood out like a poppy in mud, her long blonde hair contrasting greatly with the dark as night black of the locals. But unlike Underland, Alice never quite felt at home in China, or even London for that matter. At least, not anymore.

And no matter how much she denied it, her mind drifted back to the one place that felt real to her, even if it was only a dream now.

"Why is it that you are always too tall or too small?"

Alice smiled, her hands still cupped around his face. In the chaotic world, she had found a friend. With his tragic green eyes the simply crazy man had changed her, made her muchier, in just a matter of days. If only she could have known it then, what moments like those meant..........

Oh why did she leave?

Alice descended from her thoughts and found herself on a park bench, all alone and away from the party. Was this really all she had left? Parties and work. She had travelled and honoured her fathers dream. She had become her own woman and found a purpose to her life. But Alice knew it well; she didn't want to be a business woman, forever debating with men and being looked down upon simply because she was a woman. It wasn't the life she wished for.

With nothing else to do at the party, and not really wanting to fake a smile anymore, Alice let her mind drift again. Before long however, the familiar tone of a stuck up aristocrat broke Alice's thoughts.

"Alice Kingsley," Hamish Ascot said, almost disapprovingly. "Distracted again, I see. At your own party and you're sitting alone,"

Alice stood up defiantly, ready with all her wit to argue Hamish into the grass, but her eyes caught something that shocked her still.

"Hamish," she said carefully. "Would you care to introduce me to...your friend?"

Hamish turned to the young woman at his arm with an air of pride. She wasn't the naive, ignorant little thing Alice had expected would be foolish enough to marry Hamish, but rather, she seemed to be a female version of him. She had a large pointy nose, red hair, disapproving eyes and she stuck her chin out as if anyone who dared to talk to her was unworthy.

"This is Lady Hannah Ascot, my dear wife,"

"Pleasure to meet you," Hannah said without a smile, extending a hand lethargically.

"Pleasure to meet you," Alice said, returning her hand. An awkward silence fell, but was saved by the interruption of a curious looking girl.

"Aunt Hannah! Aunt Hannah!" the girl cried, running over. She had blonde hair like Alice's, and was about six years old. She crashed into Hannah, grasping at her dress tightly.

"Let go!" Hannah cried.

"Sorry," the little girl giggled. "Look what I have!" she suddenly pipped up. The girl held up her hands to reveal a rather shocked looking mouse. Alice's eyes widened as she realised it wasn't just any mouse.

"Oh, gosh!" Hamish cried. "Get rid of that filthy thing!"

"No!" the girl retaliated. "I think he's cute, he could talk for a bit too"

The mouse suddenly seemed angry, squirming vigorously in the little girl's hand, rousing a smile on Alice's face. It couldn't be who she thought it was, but the sight was amusing none the less.

"And who might we have here?" Alice said, smiling broadly at the girl.

"Her name is Eloise, nuisance of a girl," Hannah sneered. Alice frowned bitterly at her, and knelt down to Eloise's height.

"Does this mouse have a name?"

"Not yet," Eloise said.

"Look's like the day dreamer is about to make friends with your niece," Hamish muttered. "No use watching, shall we dance, my lovely?"

"Of course, pumpkin," Hannah grinned, her smile snobbish and sickening, and they sauntered off.

So that's it for now! I've got a lot more so I'll spend the next few days perfecting it. I hope you like it! I had an especial amount of fun creating Hannah, and I hope to have her in later chapters. Tell me what you think!