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anythingdrabbleTitle: Along Her Journey
Fandom: Alice in Wonderland
Characters/Pairings: Alice, hinted Hatter/Alice
Word Count: 400
Rating: G/K
Summary: She had been meant to meet them all.
There has been a reason for everyone she has met over her years. She's not understood them all. The Rabbit had been there to open her mind and lead her to adventures and people she may never have met otherwise except, of course, that it had been fated for longer than she had been born. She had always been meant to go on that particular trip. She had always been meant to chase after the White Rabbit, to chat with the smoking Caterpillar, to be puzzled by the Cheshire Cat, to rescue those who she had managed to rescue and to meet all she had met there...
Every step of her journey had been planned long before she'd been born, Alice now understood, including meeting him, the one who, above all others, she could not forget. They had shaped her in every way, made her into the domineering woman she had become. She had learned to stop talking about them eventually, but she had never once forgotten them. When all others thought her madness had passed, Alice had remembered them still, remembered the journeys she'd had with them, to them, and after them, and remembered the lessons she'd learned.
She had to always act tall, except when it behooved her to be small. She had to understand and accept her madness -- but keep it in check when at places more important than unbirthday parties and amongst people, beings, whom she could not always trust, including her own father. She had had to become a leader there, and she'd had to become one here as well.
But it didn't mean that they were privy to her every thought, nor that they should be. It didn't mean that she wasn't still, after all these years, quite as mad as the girl who first chased after the kitten and then the rabbit. It didn't mean that her adventures had not happened, or that her loves had not been experienced, or were even still held to this day tenderly, secretly, in her heart of hearts.
Alice raised her head, checking her reflection in her mirror as she felt her ship pull into harbor. She ran her fingers along the brim of the top hat, smiling at the girl who looked back at her, the girl who was now strong and confident. It didn't mean she hadn't loved him, or that she wouldn't always.
The End
Fandom: Alice in Wonderland
Characters/Pairings: Alice, hinted Hatter/Alice
Word Count: 400
Rating: G/K
Summary: She had been meant to meet them all.
There has been a reason for everyone she has met over her years. She's not understood them all. The Rabbit had been there to open her mind and lead her to adventures and people she may never have met otherwise except, of course, that it had been fated for longer than she had been born. She had always been meant to go on that particular trip. She had always been meant to chase after the White Rabbit, to chat with the smoking Caterpillar, to be puzzled by the Cheshire Cat, to rescue those who she had managed to rescue and to meet all she had met there...
Every step of her journey had been planned long before she'd been born, Alice now understood, including meeting him, the one who, above all others, she could not forget. They had shaped her in every way, made her into the domineering woman she had become. She had learned to stop talking about them eventually, but she had never once forgotten them. When all others thought her madness had passed, Alice had remembered them still, remembered the journeys she'd had with them, to them, and after them, and remembered the lessons she'd learned.
She had to always act tall, except when it behooved her to be small. She had to understand and accept her madness -- but keep it in check when at places more important than unbirthday parties and amongst people, beings, whom she could not always trust, including her own father. She had had to become a leader there, and she'd had to become one here as well.
But it didn't mean that they were privy to her every thought, nor that they should be. It didn't mean that she wasn't still, after all these years, quite as mad as the girl who first chased after the kitten and then the rabbit. It didn't mean that her adventures had not happened, or that her loves had not been experienced, or were even still held to this day tenderly, secretly, in her heart of hearts.
Alice raised her head, checking her reflection in her mirror as she felt her ship pull into harbor. She ran her fingers along the brim of the top hat, smiling at the girl who looked back at her, the girl who was now strong and confident. It didn't mean she hadn't loved him, or that she wouldn't always.
The End
