Hello, I hope you enjoy this idea that wormed its way into my head. I wonder why no one though of this cross-over before? Oh well please feel free to review and maybe leave a suggestion for a potential topic. I apologize too for it may seem short. It's an idea I just would like to do though.

It was dark that day in the asylum although well and better was one of the prisoners inside. No longer chained by her madness, healthy in the body and fit in the mind, there was one thing stopping her from opening those doors and flying out.

Where was she to go? She had no home to return to. All known to her wouldn't or couldn't take her in. She was only 18, still a child to others and she kept the tendencies of one. Still dressed in the common garbs that all patients wear, she wore these same uniforms for ten years and although anxious to leave, she had no way to really get anything else; no money for now, matters of inheritance weren't sorted out yet. No one to take her in, be her guardian. No relatives and although she would like best to be with her former Nanny she was unfit to habit with. What with the constant trivial thing of being a prostitute and unfit for a young one to stay and live with. Oh how she would love to give a good wallop to the man who calls himself her Attorney.

At least she still has her friend, the only link to her true home and past, and that same cat that stayed with her since before that dreadful day, although staying around and keeping company whenever one can find another, the small boney cat never came close around other people, just watched Alice from afar with those knowing eyes. It was a constant gloom, to be free in the mind after so many years to just be held up at the same place that can make others descend into even more madness.

Luckily all of that changed with a visit from a certain Benefactor who held kindness all around underneath those soft, expensive and finely made clothes only a Lord can wear. Unlike others who are of high stature in society, he likes to stop and look at the places he donates too. Although told not to many times by doctors or nurses he like to venture a bit into the common rooms where many stay in the Asylum, where its the garden or recreational center. It was a matter of time before he noticed a lone figure sitting on a bench with a faded doll that would look to be a rabbit and a pencil laying in her lap. A doctor he knows talked about her before, a remarkable case he says. She was doomed to come to Rutledge by a fire that consumed her family right before her eyes.

Pondering why the frail looking thing was by her lonesome he confidently walked on over to the empty spot on the bench and asked

"Is this seat taken?"

Hmm, Okay I think for a beginning its alright.

To help keep me creative and busy, I am starting to write these sets of one-shots or moments between one of my favorite crazy characters and a certain man who would probably most likely do this. Although it may sound similar to my other project, this would certainly be different because it focuses more into these two characters instead of moving onto more complicated relationships.

Hopefully this will help get the creative juices flowing so I can update the other project too.