Hey everyone! CaptainFlyingSparrow here! This is my first Alice in Wonderland Fanficiton, I hope you guys enjoy it! Summery bellow!

Summery:

Eleanore Kingsleigh forgot how it felt to be loved. She lost her mother when she was five, then lost her father not six years later. After moving in with her Aunt Julia she has known nothing but hatred. However, everything changes when she falls down a curtain rabbit hole into world full of beauty, wonder and danger! There she learns things about herself she never thought possible.

Hatter/OC (Based in 2011)

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All Fall Down

By CaptainFlyingSparrow

God love your soul and your aching bones, take a breath, take a step, meet me down below, everyone's the same, our fingers to our toes,

We just can't get it right, but we're on the road, if ever your world starts crashing down, whenever your world starts crashing down,

That's where you'll find me, lost till you're found, swim till you drown, know that we all fall down,

love till you hate, strong till you break

Know that we all fall down.

All Fall Down

Part I

Horounvendush Day

She couldn't breathe; the smoke hung in the air filling her lungs and closing them in a tight fist. She could hear the screaming in the far background as the Red Queen's warriors invaded the burning town behind her. She could hear the roar of the Jabberwocky as the rhythmic beats of its wings filled the air. The small crash of thunder shook the trees above her, leaves falling into her hair. She held tightly to her crying daughter. Listening carefully, as the warriors unison march drew closer to where she was hiding. She closed her eyes, rubbing her hand against her child's back, whispering comfort into her ear.

Opening her eyes, she slowly looked around the tree she was hiding behind, yet she could see nothing, nothing but the bright orange that illuminated the dark night. Slowly she turned back her eyes searching the darkness in front of her, before settling on her daughter, whose vivid green eyes full of fear searched the darkness, peaking through the messy auburn locks that hung in her small face.

"Do you see anything?" her mother asked softly, hoping her daughter didn't hear the slight fear in her voice.

Her daughter turned her eyes to her mother, staring at her intensely, as if she could read her soul.

"I don't see anything mother." She said whispering so softly that her mother almost didn't hear her.

The woman peeked around the tree again. She could now see the Red Queens warriors as they marched in her direction in a perfect line behind each other. Their unison march struck fear into both herself and her daughter. The woman turned again her back pushed tightly against the trunk of the tree.

"Mother?" her daughter whispered, the woman bit her lower lip before looking down at the scared little girl in her arms.

"Hold on tightly" she whispered, then without a second thought she pushed herself away from the tree and bolted into the forest. She heard as one of the warriors screamed "There she is!" from behind her causing her to move her bare feet faster against the soft ground. Holding on tightly to her trembling daughter, she came to a stop in the middle of the forest searching for a place to hide. The warriors marched closer causing her heart to skip a beat, and then she heard it, the sound of hoofs pounding against the ground.

"The Knave..." She whispered to herself fearfully. Without hesitation the woman turned swiftly running almost silently through the branches that pulled at her and her daughter's hair and skin, but it wasn't fast enough. She could hear the pounding behind her, which was slightly covered when they came to the rushing waters of a river.

The hope of escaping the warriors and Knave vanished when the woman slid to a stop before falling over the large waterfall that led to the calmer river below. Her heart pounded in her chest as she heard the sound of hoofs coming to a stop just a few feet behind her.

"Lorna!" The Knave yelled triumphantly as he dismounted his horse, towering above the woman and her child.

"Ilosovic Stayne" the woman whispered as she backed away from the man in front of her, her feet coming to the very edge of the cliff causing her daughter to scream out.

Stayne let out a booming laugh that caused the woman's daughter to bury her head in her mother's neck in fear. The woman stared intensely into the man's one eye, for his other was covered with a black heart shaped patch.

Stayne slightly reached out touching the small child's head of auburn hair, smiling to himself. The woman slapped his hand away forcefully causing him to twist his scarred face in annoyance.

"Don't you dare touch her!" the woman said angrily in her British tongue. Stayne only laughed at her as he took another step closer.

"My dear Lorna, you try to act all big and strong but yet you tremble in fear?" The woman took a breath as she looked behind her at the river below, it was a long fall. She wasn't sure how deep the water was down below, but she saw no other options. The red card shaped warriors soon appeared in their orderly fashion coming to a stop behind Stayne, pointing their spears at her and her daughter. The woman's daughter raised her head looking straight at Stayne with her deep green eyes. Stayne stared right back, his dark eye piercing through the young girl's soul, but she did not move her eyes from his.

The woman tightened her hold on her child again, her daughter glancing back at her with concern.

"Seize them! I assure you the Red Queen would love to watch your head... pop off." Stayne said dramatically with a hint of humor in his tone. The woman shook her head, looking into her daughters eyes.

"Hold on tightly" she repeated, whispering the words so only her daughter could hear. Her daughter tightened her hold around her mother's neck, burying her head into the crook of it.

Just when the warriors reached to grab onto the woman's arms she took a step back, and vaulted herself over the edge of the cliff.

Stayne watched in shock as the woman fell into the mist of the waterfall, her splash silenced by the rushing water. His jaw set in anger, he turned to the warriors.

"Get down there!" he screamed. The warriors turned swiftly running alongside the cliff, looking for a safe place to descend.

She underestimated the strength of the water as she was pulled under, knocking the wind out of her, and her daughter. She kicked her legs trying to push herself and her daughter from under the water that was pounding down on them from the waterfall above. Her lungs burned in her chest, and she saw black spots in front of her eyes. But she wouldn't give up, she had to keep trying, she had to get herself or even just her daughter to the surface. She had to ensure her daughters survival.

Just when she thought she was going to give out a strong arm snaked around her waist and pressed her back to his chest pulling her upwards. When she reached the surface she let out a gasp, which was followed by the small gasp of her daughter. Her rescuer pulled her to the solid ground collapsing beside her gasping for breath.

Lorna, for that was her name, looked to her savior. He was laying flat on his back; his eyes were closed as he took in slow breaths. His curly long ginger colored hair lay flat against his pale face that resembled a marble statue. Under his eyes were dark shadows that struck slight fear into her heart, for she knew this man all too well, she knew that when these dark shadows appeared he wasn't in the best of moods. But who could blame him in a time like this.

His entire family was dead. In a split second, his whole life altered.

Lorna watched as he started to mumble under his breath, words in a different language that she could understand but her daughter had yet to learn. She slowly reached out placing a hand on his arm.

"Hatter." She whispered softly causing his eyes to snap open and peer into hers. His eyes, usually lime green and full of happiness were a grayish black, making it clear that he truly wasn't in the best of moods.

"I'm alright… for right now" he whispered back, his tone deep and rhythmic like that of the Jabberwocky's wings. "Is she alright?" he asked moving his eyes from hers to her daughter who was laying on top of her mother staring straight at him.

Before Lorna could answer her daughter answered, "I'm ok"

Lorna bit her lower lip and sat up and placed her daughter on the ground next to her brushing her wet hair out of her face.

"Are you sure?" she asked, as she placed her hands on her daughter's cheeks, her daughter nodded in reply.

Lorna smiled brushing her hand over her daughter's wet hair. She stood up from the ground helping her daughter to her feet.

"We should go to Marmoreal quickly we will be safe there." The man said, he reached down to the ground picking up a magnificent top hat which he always wore upon his head. After placing it there he turned to Lorna, who was staring right at him, tears falling like the waterfall behind her down her face.

"What's wrong?" it was a stupid question he already knew what was wrong. Everything they knew was gone, for him it was a home and family, for her it was a hiding place. Now they were running to the one place she was hiding from. But to his surprise, he was wrong, that wasn't the reason why she was crying. The reason was far worse.

"Tarrant," she whispered picking her daughter up into her arms and hugging her tightly.

The man, taken aback because she called him by his birth name only stared at her. Lorna walked to him looking straight in his eyes.

"Alice is not coming back." She said, her voice suddenly sounding very small and detached. The only thing Tarrant could do was stare at her, his eyes slightly becoming slightly darker.

"Wha' do you mean?" he said his voice becoming heavier, raspier.

Lorna looked at her daughter who looked back at her face full of confusion, her eyes full of tears.

"Alice is not coming back, because she is not the champion. Her time is well past Tarrant, I have been to the Otherland times have changed a lot since Alice came." She said her voice clear, but her words only coming out in a soft whisper.

Tarrant looked at her confusion written all over his face. "So the Red Queen, will always be Queen then…" he whispered so low that Lorna almost didn't hear him.

Lorna was about to answer him when a loud yell caused them both to jump and stare at the cliff behind Lorna. The Red Queens warriors were descending down the cliff, Stayne on horseback right behind them.

Lorna hugged her daughter to her placing a kiss on her cheek.

"I love you dearie. I always will. Don't you worry about a thing; you are special, so very very special. You are muchness." Lorna said smiling as she brushed her hand on her daughter's cheek.

"I love you too" her daughter said smiling. Then Lorna pushed her daughter into Tarrant's arms catching him off guard.

"What?" before he could finish Lorna cut him off.

"Take her to the room of doors" Lorna said. Franticly looking over her shoulder as the warriors came to the bottom of the cliff. "Take her to the room of doors and open the third door on your right. Inside you will find a mirror, I want you to step through the mirror do you understand?"

Tarrant nodded his head, even though he was still slightly confused he didn't question her, there wasn't time.

"After you step through the mirror take her to her father. All you do is follow the dir…" she stopped before she finished looking over her shoulder again. She then grabbed onto Tarrant pulling him by the arm behind her as she ran into the wooded area beside the river. She pulled him behind a tree placing her hands on his shoulders.

"All you do is follow the dirt path, it will lead you through the woods a small way, then you will come to these buildings, I want you to go to the one that has a large seven on the side. Then climb three flights of stairs and knock on the door with the numbers 457. Do you understand?"

Tarrant nodded.

Lorna looked around the tree, but quickly pulled back when she made eye contact with Stayne who was standing on the other side of the river. She looked up at Tarrant swallowing the lump in her throat. She looked one last time at her daughter, who looked back with tears streaking down her face. She may have been only five years old, but she knew what was going on. She knew that this was the last time she was ever going to see her mother…again.

"Run" Lorna whispered.

There was no time for goodbyes, and Tarrant knew that. He hugged Lorna's daughter close to his chest before turning swiftly and running into the darkest part of the woods. She was grateful that he made no sound. Like a ghost, he swiftly glided through dense woods.

After a moment of hesitation Lorna walked out of her hiding place coming to a stop at the edge of the river. Her bare feet sunk slightly into the mud. Stayne stood at the other end, his arms crossed as he stared intently at her with his one eye.

"Where is your daughter?" he asked angrily as he started to walk closer to the edge of the water.

"She drowned" Lorna said biting her lower lip as tears started to fall from her eyes. Please fall for it please. She thought to herself as she stared back at him.

Stayne walked down the bank of the river coming to a shallow part of the water, he walked over to her.

"What a shame, I would have thought that you would have died yourself trying to save her." He said dryly as he strolled around her. Lorna could feel his breath on her head as he picked up a lock of her black hair. Yet Lorna said nothing, she just stood there praying that Tarrant was going to make it to the Room Of Doors, praying that he was going to get her daughter to safety.

Before Lorna could even comprehend what was happening Stayne had already grabbed a fist full of her hair, pulling her to the ground and dragging her through the water to the other side of the river.

This was it, she was going to die and yet she wasn't scared, she was ready. She knew that her death meant her daughter's survival. She knew that her death meant the Champions survival.

Everything inside of him screamed turn back. Screamed for him to turn back and save his best friend but he knew better. Even though her screams and cries stabbed daggers in his heart.

Tarrant held tightly to the small girl in his arms clinging onto him sobbing onto his jacket.

His breath came out in short gasps in his hysteria, his legs burned like fire from exestuation but he couldn't stop. He had to keep running, he had to save Lorna's daughter and he had to save at least one person from his home.

She wasn't related to him in any way. Even though she wasn't a Hightopp, but a stranger to the clan, he felt as if it was his duty to insure the child's safety.

He slowly came to a stop gasping for breath and leaning forward slightly. You have to keep going. He thought to himself as he listened to the girl's cries. Just when he was about to step into motion again a small voice called to him from behind. He spun around so quickly that the small girl almost flew out of his arms.

Tarrant's eyes fell upon a white rabbit that was covered in black smudges, his once blue waist coat now ruined by smoke and flame. His red eyes were full of fear and worry and his whole body trembled.

"Mc. Twisp!" Tarrant said in relief, Lorna's daughter looked over her shoulder at the rabbit her tears coming to a stop.

"It's a rabbit." She said softly as she reached out for it, but Mc. Twisp paid her no mind.

"Hatter, where on earth are you going? Marmoreal is that way!" the rabbit said as he raised a paw and pointed it to the right which would be Tarrant's left.

"I need to get to the Room of Doors." Tarrant said as he adjusted his hold on the girl in his arms. Mc. Twisp looked at Tarrant confusion written over his furry features.

"Why do you need to go to the Room of Doors?" he asked,

Tarrant didn't know if he was allowed to tell him, or if Mc. Twisp was good at keeping secrets even when it was from the White Queen who was ruler of Underland, or former ruler of Underland.

"Mc. Twisp," Tarrant said kindly his eyes turning a slight golden yellow, but still flecked with dark grey. "If I tell you something… a secret, do you promise not to tell a soul? Not even the White Queen?" Tarrant's voice was low and raspy.

Mc Twisp stood there for a moment, blinking a few times before nodding his head. "All right Hatter, I'll keep the secret even from the White Queen, I owe you anyhow for small negotiation with Time when it got offended because I was late all the time."

Tarrant nodded before kneeling down in front of the rabbit and placing the small girl on the ground beside him. When Tarrant went to remove his hands from the small girls waist she grabbed on to one holding onto it with a death grip.

"No!" she yelled, "Don't let go, I don't want Knave to get me!" The Rabbit looked at the girl his eyes growing wide with shock, why hadn't he seen it before!

"HATTER!" he yelled staring at the small girl who was now staring at him with her two green orbs. "That is Lorna Queensleigh's daughter! What is she doing here? She is supposed to be in upperla.." Tarrant cut him off snapping his head towards the rabbit his eyes growing dark again.

"This is the secret Mc. Twisp; I need to know where the Room Of Doors is to take Lorna's daughter to her father."

Mc Twisp snapped his head from the small girl to Tarrant his red eyes so wide that they seemed they would pop out of his skull.

"No no no no no no no!" he said quickly shaking his head before twisting his paws together nervously. "You know the law Hatter no helping the Queensleighs they aren't even supposed to be here, the White Queens father made that very clear when he banished Lorna Queensleighs father."

"Please!" Tarrant pleaded, "consider your debt repaid, but only if you tell me where the Room Of Doors is, and don't tell the White Queen a word of this."

Mc Twisp shook his head looking Tarrant square in the eyes. "No! I cannot do that to our beloved Queen. I can't believe you would even consider lying to her. Her own loyal Hatter keeping such a dreaded secret from her."

Tarrant couldn't help but feel his whole body tense, and by the look on Mc. Twisp's face he was sure that his eyes changed to the dark red that struck fear into the hearts of enemies. Tarrant heard the short scream of the small girl beside him as she released his hand and ran behind the rabbit. Trying to make herself small behind the rabbits back who was of course not large enough to hide her whole body hardly at all.

"Now loo' he're you littl' good for nothin' vermin'. I don't car'e wha' the blood'ie rules are Lorna told me to get her daughter to safety, an' that is wha' I plan on doin'. She risked her liv' to save me, it's the only way I can repay her." Tarrant growled, his eyes turning a darker red and the shadows under his eyes turning black as night. His voice dark and twisted coming out slurred in his Scottish tongue.

Tarrant's eyes suddenly changed to a deep golden tan when he heard the small girl behind Mc. Twisp let out a scream staring wide eyed at him. She bolted behind the first tree that was closest to her.

Tarrant stood up from where he was kneeling, walking to the tree the small girl was hiding behind. When he looked around it the girl cowered in fear backing away from him.

"No, dearie its ok." he said as he kneeled down to her level reaching out to her. "I won't hurt you"

The small girl stared at him for what felt like an eternity but her eyes snapped away from him when they both heard the sound of pounding hooves.

"The Knave!" Mc. Twisp yelled jumping to Tarrant and pulling on his coat. "Come on Hatter, we need to leave!"

The small girl looked at Tarrant with big green eyes before throwing herself into his awaiting arms.

"Room of Doors!" Tarrant screamed to the Rabbit. Mc Twisp stared at Tarrant, his ears perking up every now and then listing as the horses hooves drew closer.

"Fine!" Mc. Twisp said angrily "The Room of doors is just north of here, in that direction." Mc. Twisp raised his paw pointing towards the clearing in the woods. "Keep going straight until you get to a path that is slightly overgrown, follow it and it will lead you to the room of doors."

Tarrant turned to where that Rabbit was pointing biting his lip nervously.

"I hope you know what you are doing Hatter" The Rabbit said before hopping off into the woods disappearing into the bushes.

Tarrant without hesitation sprinted into a run again, following Mc. Twisp's directions, running them over and over in his head so he wouldn't forget them. He was somewhat relieved when he couldn't hear the hooves of Stayne 's horse anymore. Tarrant slid to a stop when he came to the path, turning swiftly onto it and running down it. The small girl kept a tight hold on his neck looking over his shoulder at the passing trees and animals behind them. Tarrant found it interesting that he had only met Lorna's daughter twice, and yet Lorna was his closest friend. He also found it very interesting that he didn't even know the child's name. He was about to ask her, but he stopped himself before he did so. Coming to the top of a hill his feet slowed and he turned slightly.

Right then he felt his heart clinch; there in front of him was a scene that would be burned in his brain forever.

The Jabberwocky flew high in the sky breathing its electric breath onto the town below, burning it to the ground. The flames reached high into the sky illuminating it as if the sun was rising, the screams could be heard from miles away and the roar of the Jabberwocky shook the ground below.

Tarrant looked at small girl in his arms who was trembling, but kept her eyes on the Jabberwocky. She started to whisper softly, as if she was singing a lullaby.

"The Jabberwock with eyes of flame, jaws that bite and claws that catch, beware of the Jabberwock my daughter." She hummed the rest in a sweet tone turning her eyes to Tarrant.

"I forget the rest, mother used to sing it to me, but I can't remember the rest of it." She said her face stained with dry tears.

Tarrant stared at her for a moment longer before breaking into a run. He sighed in relief when he saw the small garden that lead to the Room of Doors. He slowed to a walk holding tightly to the small girl who was still humming her song.

There wasn't a single bird chirping, the roses that lined the path were silent as a grave, the horseflies and dragonflies that sometimes floated in the air were nowhere to be found. Instead there was just darkness, and grey, as if the color was ripped right out of the world around him.

Tarrant soon came to a stop at a small door that stood only to his knees.

"We can't fit through there. Not without some Pishalver and some Unpelkuchen" Tarrant said with a growl in his tone.

The girl in his arms raised her small hand and turned his face to her; she then took that same hand and pointed to the wall at the other end of the garden.

"There is a door there, behind the vines, that's how me and mother went up to Otherland to visit father." The girl said in a quiet voice, as if she only wanted Tarrant to hear.

Tarrant walked over to the wall she had pointed toward. He took his hand and lightly moved the vines that covered the wall to the side revealing the most beautiful door he had ever seen. It was white as snow, and upon it was hand carved vines with roses of different colors and sizes.

The small girl reached around her neck pulling a key from around it that was hidden inside of her shirt. Tarrant moved his eyes to her reaching up and taking the key. He reached down and placed it in the key hole. Just as he turned the key, the steady pounding that struck fear into both of their hearts was heard on the brick path behind them.

Tarrant didn't hesitate he unlocked the door and swung it open, closing it quietly behind him catching a small glimpse of Stayne as he rode into the garden. Tarrant let out a long awaited breath as he leaned against the door, sliding down it until he was sitting on the ground. The small girl climbed out of his arms walking across the round room that consisted of five doors, not counting the small door that was hidden behind the dark red curtain across from them.

Each door was unique in its own way; some were French doors, while others were regular doors. Some were beautiful while others were old and worn. But all of them led somewhere, either it was to the Otherland (sometimes called Upperland) or to another part of Underland.

The small girl came to a stop in front of a pair of French doors, pointing to the old rusted doorknobs before her.

"This is it, this is the door with the Mirror." She said softly reaching up and turning the knob. Tarrant stood up from ground coming to a stop behind her as she opened the door.

Their shadows cast across the floor where the light dimly lit the dark room. There at the other end of the room in front of them was a tall object that was covered by a long white sheet.

The small girl looked up at the man beside her, with a small grin. Tarrant moved his eyes away from the object to her, reaching down and softly grasping her small outstretched hand, his bandaged fingers wrapping around her small ones, holding onto them firmly.

They slowly walked into the room, coming to a stop in front of the object. Tarrant reached up grasping the sheet with his free hand and sliding it off of the object revealing their own reflections staring right back at them. The mirror was old and rusted and the wood chipped and dull. Tarrant stood there for a moment staring at the mirror before looking down at the girl beside him.

"Now what?" he asked his voice still dark and raspy.

The small girl turned her eyes from her reflection looking into his golden tan ones.

"Just walk right throu..." she was cut off when there was loud bang behind them, there in the other room was Stayne, his scarred face wrinkled in an evil grin.

Tarrant reached out closing the doors that led to the room they were in, turning the lock and holding his weight against the door as Stayne slammed against it.

"Come along Hatter, just hand over the girl and I'll let you keep your ugly little head!" Stayne screamed from the other side of the door. The small girl ran to the door pressing her small body against it. Tarrant listened as Stayne slammed himself against it again making it come open just a bit.

"On the count of three," Tarrant said "I will grab you and jump through it, ok"

The small girl nodded "Yes"

"One,"

Stayne slammed himself against the door again, almost pushing Tarrant to the ground.

"Two"

The small girl pushed her small body against the door with all the strength she could manage, even though it wasn't doing any good.

"THREE!" Tarrant screamed reaching down grabbing onto the small girl turning swiftly on his heel and vaulting himself through the mirror, just as Stayne kicked the doors open, slamming them against the walls of the room.

Stayne's one eye full of anger scanned the room, only to find nothing but the old rusted mirror. "Stand guard, he is going to have to come back, when he does that is when we will have our fun."

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