Canon: Untitled (There's no time)
Title: Untitled (There's no time)
Word Count: 404
Rating/Warning: PG
Pairing: Hatter/Alice
Summary: There's no time...
Author's Note: This was supposed to be a drabble. >.< Spawned by me randomly getting the urge to listen to "Gorecki". That song is dangerous on so many levels.
There’s no time.
Suits and Oysters alike are screaming, people streaming past them in their rush to get out of the crumbling casino, and Alice is on the floor with her father’s body, and he wishes he knew Time the way his great-great-grandfather had, wishes he could stop it for her to have a moment, wishes he could turn it back, to save the man she’s spent so long trying to find.
But there’s no Time, now, or if there is it carries a grudge, and he hates himself as he shoves the gun into his waistband and drags her to her feet, offering her apologies he knows are empty, that he knows are doing nothing to bring her what she needs.
And there’s still no time, when it’s all over. No time for him to make sure she’s okay - and to get his hug - before the Queen’s there. No time for them to talk before they’ve loaded the Oysters up to take them to the Looking Glass. No time for him to get past his own stupidity before the technician’s sending her home. No time before she’s gone.
And then it slows, dragging out the month he spends rebuilding his life and livelihood until he’s sure it’s stopped completely. But the King intervenes, and he never thought he’d be grateful to the royal tosser as when he all but orders him to watch after her.
Time seems to find its way again after that, and it’s never seemed to go faster than when he’s packing, throwing hats and clothes and his few other things into boxes that he’ll come back for later when he’s found what’s most important, when he’s sure that he’s not making some grand mistake by following her.
Once he’s through the mirror, he’s sure it wants one last laugh at his expense, as it keeps its pace just long enough for her to be found and taken to hospital. He spends an endless, sleepless night in a borrowed apartment, waits an endless amount of time for her to get home, waits only as long as he thinks he can stand before ringing the bell, waits while her mother calls for her -
And then, like Time wants his forgiveness, after the trouble it’s given him, the moment that she spends in his arms seems to go on forever, and he knows, for once, that he’ll have plenty of time.
Word Count: 404
Rating/Warning: PG
Pairing: Hatter/Alice
Summary: There's no time...
Author's Note: This was supposed to be a drabble. >.< Spawned by me randomly getting the urge to listen to "Gorecki". That song is dangerous on so many levels.
There’s no time.
Suits and Oysters alike are screaming, people streaming past them in their rush to get out of the crumbling casino, and Alice is on the floor with her father’s body, and he wishes he knew Time the way his great-great-grandfather had, wishes he could stop it for her to have a moment, wishes he could turn it back, to save the man she’s spent so long trying to find.
But there’s no Time, now, or if there is it carries a grudge, and he hates himself as he shoves the gun into his waistband and drags her to her feet, offering her apologies he knows are empty, that he knows are doing nothing to bring her what she needs.
And there’s still no time, when it’s all over. No time for him to make sure she’s okay - and to get his hug - before the Queen’s there. No time for them to talk before they’ve loaded the Oysters up to take them to the Looking Glass. No time for him to get past his own stupidity before the technician’s sending her home. No time before she’s gone.
And then it slows, dragging out the month he spends rebuilding his life and livelihood until he’s sure it’s stopped completely. But the King intervenes, and he never thought he’d be grateful to the royal tosser as when he all but orders him to watch after her.
Time seems to find its way again after that, and it’s never seemed to go faster than when he’s packing, throwing hats and clothes and his few other things into boxes that he’ll come back for later when he’s found what’s most important, when he’s sure that he’s not making some grand mistake by following her.
Once he’s through the mirror, he’s sure it wants one last laugh at his expense, as it keeps its pace just long enough for her to be found and taken to hospital. He spends an endless, sleepless night in a borrowed apartment, waits an endless amount of time for her to get home, waits only as long as he thinks he can stand before ringing the bell, waits while her mother calls for her -
And then, like Time wants his forgiveness, after the trouble it’s given him, the moment that she spends in his arms seems to go on forever, and he knows, for once, that he’ll have plenty of time.