The team doesn't understand why she takes to the name Alice White. They couldn't, after all. There's plenty of people named Alice. Some of them have even been Alice, though they weren't really Alice. A complicated truth. But she learnt long ago that all truth is complicated, and reality isn't as real as people really make it out to be. It's hard to explain how she was really really Alice, but she isn't Alice anymore.
At least, she didn't think she was.
She was pretty sure she wasn't, even if she still has her white rabbit from the White Rabbit. Though, not The White Rabbits. (A lot has changed since she was there, after all. Everything has to grow up sometime. Even Wonderland.)
Parker tends not to think about it though, except when things are really bad. And things haven't been bad since Nate made their little group. Not since Hardison decided it was his job to cheer her up, and Sophie decided to teach her things. And Eliot decided to protect them all. He's good at protecting things. She thinks the knights would have liked him very much.
But then she sees him. She's sure it can't be him him, and maybe it isn't, cos everything has to change eventually. She isn't Alice anymore so maybe he isn't Hatter anymore. Except for how he is.
She sees the top hat in the crowd. It's a muted brown and not fuscia, no peacock feather or sizing card stuck hodgepodge down the side. But it's his. She knows it is, though she doesn't know how she knows, just that it's really knowing. Parker's glad they're not on a job cos it makes her lighter somehow. Like she'd taken a ride on the Cheshire and he'd gone poof invisible under her and she hadn't started falling yet. Or like when she'd eaten the bite of cake, and started growing and kept growing, and was still growing and growing...
She hasn't thought of Wonderland in a long time, but she misses it. The way it used to be, the way it was the first time. With horseflies made of horsies and dragonflies that were actually tiny dragons. Flowers that would sing, really sing out loud and in harmony. And Absolom, sweet, tetchy Absolom and his riddles and smoke.
And the Jabberwocky. It's just not the same as it used to be.
It makes Boston seem a little more gray. Makes the rush of jumping off of a building, just a normal red brick building that doesn't move, that doesn't breathe, seem a little less thrilling. Makes eating even a simple fortune cookie downright boring.
Parker finds herself sitting crosslegged on her roof, cuddling her rabbit and thinking about Alice. About being Alice. She wonders if the heartless bloody red queen has had her fill and is gone, for a while or if it's for forever. If she paints her roses red, or has her suits do it for her while looking on from her palace of cards.
If the reason Hatter's here is cos she's here too. Or if he's looking for Alice. For the real Alice. For her.
She smiles to herself at that. Parker's sure Hatter would like her new little family. And if she giggles at the thought of Nate meeting him, well. Her bunny isn't going to tel anyone...
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Date: 2010-03-10 01:15 am (UTC)At least, she didn't think she was.
She was pretty sure she wasn't, even if she still has her white rabbit from the White Rabbit. Though, not The White Rabbits. (A lot has changed since she was there, after all. Everything has to grow up sometime. Even Wonderland.)
Parker tends not to think about it though, except when things are really bad. And things haven't been bad since Nate made their little group. Not since Hardison decided it was his job to cheer her up, and Sophie decided to teach her things. And Eliot decided to protect them all. He's good at protecting things. She thinks the knights would have liked him very much.
But then she sees him. She's sure it can't be him him, and maybe it isn't, cos everything has to change eventually. She isn't Alice anymore so maybe he isn't Hatter anymore. Except for how he is.
She sees the top hat in the crowd. It's a muted brown and not fuscia, no peacock feather or sizing card stuck hodgepodge down the side. But it's his. She knows it is, though she doesn't know how she knows, just that it's really knowing. Parker's glad they're not on a job cos it makes her lighter somehow. Like she'd taken a ride on the Cheshire and he'd gone poof invisible under her and she hadn't started falling yet. Or like when she'd eaten the bite of cake, and started growing and kept growing, and was still growing and growing...
She hasn't thought of Wonderland in a long time, but she misses it. The way it used to be, the way it was the first time. With horseflies made of horsies and dragonflies that were actually tiny dragons. Flowers that would sing, really sing out loud and in harmony. And Absolom, sweet, tetchy Absolom and his riddles and smoke.
And the Jabberwocky. It's just not the same as it used to be.
It makes Boston seem a little more gray. Makes the rush of jumping off of a building, just a normal red brick building that doesn't move, that doesn't breathe, seem a little less thrilling. Makes eating even a simple fortune cookie downright boring.
Parker finds herself sitting crosslegged on her roof, cuddling her rabbit and thinking about Alice. About being Alice. She wonders if the heartless bloody red queen has had her fill and is gone, for a while or if it's for forever. If she paints her roses red, or has her suits do it for her while looking on from her palace of cards.
If the reason Hatter's here is cos she's here too. Or if he's looking for Alice. For the real Alice. For her.
She smiles to herself at that. Parker's sure Hatter would like her new little family. And if she giggles at the thought of Nate meeting him, well. Her bunny isn't going to tel anyone...