A/N: I know I shouldn't start a new story. I know, but this was an accident. I swear! I was thinking about entering NaNoWriMo, so I thought I would just make a profile and enter next competition. Little did I know, you can't do that. So now I have to write a novel in a month...and I started late. Isn't life wonderful? But I suppose it could be fun. Probably can't update anything else for a while, but maybe this will be an apology of sorts? Because I started late, the next few chapters will be hella long, so enjoy.

Summary: Alexander, a bored teenager, is reading in the park when he dozes off. Upon waking he meets the cutest boy he's ever met. The problem? Said boy has bunny ears, keeps yelling about being late, and leads Alexander into another world. This world is filled with many strange--handsome--and possessive creatures. Will Alexander ever make it out?

Warnings: Slash, which means homosexuality. Yes, aren't I bold, writing a slash novel? Slight violence to follow.

Rating: T at the moment. Might increase. But it might not. I don't want my novel to be a smut.

Disclaimer: I don't own Alice in Wonderland. That strange little book belongs to Lewis Carol. Wonder how he came up with it?

Alexander in Wonderland

Alexander Grey wasn’t your average teenager. He didn’t like watching television or playing sports, he’d never picked up a video game in his life, and he had no interest in girls.

No, in fact, Alexander seemed to be the complete opposite. He was interested more in books and worldly things, and he liked to read them all alone in the nearby national park, for Alexander lived in a very rural area.

One day, amidst the flora and the fauna, Alexander lay dozing beneath a particularly large tree, his favorite tree to read under. The book in his arms was a little strange, a cult favorite, that went by the name Alice in Wonderland. Now Alexander, when reading the book, found it very strange indeed, and thought that Lewis Carol must have been a very strange man too. He fell asleep with the book tucked under his arm; dreaming of late rabbits, scary Queens, and earl grey tea.

Now, it seemed our friend Alexander had been asleep for a few minutes when he saw—or rather, he felt—a looming presence over him. Looking up quickly, he saw a very strange person—a boy—standing over him.

The boy immediately set alarm bells off in Alexander’s head. He was short, only looming over Alexander because said boy was lying down, and had wide blue eyes, framed with the longest blonde lashes Alexander had ever seen, his blonde hair of a slightly lighter shade. But that wasn’t what alarmed our young hero, rather it was the floppy pair of bunny ears hanging over the other boy’s head. And try as he might, Alexander couldn’t see any human ears beneath the boy’s curly hair.

“Now, who do you suppose you are?” Alexander asked, his voice a little snooty, and the boy blinked at him before seemingly remembering something. He took out a golden pocket-watch from the breast of his white dress shirt. His gaze grew alarmed.

“I’m late! I’m late! Oh my lord, I’m late!” And with that the boy hopped—yes, I did, in fact, say hopped—away. He’d already made it to a particularly large hole, which Alexander had never seen before and he had frequented the park quite often, before said boy’s brain kicked into gear and he hurried after his strange companion.

“Wait! Wait, I say!” Alexander shouted, irritated by the brown fringe of hair that kept falling into his face. He thought he vaguely heard a response. “I can’t! I can’t! I’m late, I’m late, I’m late!!!”

And so, with nothing left to do—or, at least, Alexander thought there was nothing left to do—the bookish brunet followed the rabbit boy into a hole...and fell, and fell, and fell into large pile of sticks. Surprisingly, he wasn’t the least bit hurt, and he stood up immediately to take in his surroundings.

Alexander saw that he was in a cave like place, with bats flying around, but his attention didn’t stay on the room for long because he heard someone shouting: “I’m late!” and knew the rabbit boy was still around. Right enough, he caught sight of the little bunny ears flitting past a corner and he hurried after it. But when he went past the corner, all he found were doors, and no rabbit boy to be seen.

Alexander, for he was a smart boy, tried opening some of the doors, but found that they were all locked. Frustrated, the brunet leaned back wearily, and his hands felt something cool and steady behind him. Turning around, he found a table made entirely of glass, and sitting on top of the table, at the very center, was a tiny golden key. Picking the key up very carefully between his thumb and forefinger, Alexander attempted to use it on a few doors, but found that the key was way too small for the too large locks. But, because he had been running around trying to fit in the key, he came upon a little hanging curtain, and bent down to pull it open. Behind the curtain, to his surprise, he found a tiny little door, only about fifteen inches tall.

“Well,” He thought. “I’ve nothing left to try.”

So, he inserted the tiny key into the tiny door and it sprang right open, and Alexander smiled happily in relief.

“Perhaps now I can find that crazy boy, and ask him just what he’s doing.” Because, though Alexander didn’t want to admit it, he was quite curious about the little blonde boy, though he couldn’t fathom why.

“Maybe it’s because he’s so different from the kids at school...and he’s pretty even. I mean, when other boys talk about pretty girls, I couldn’t understand it, but now, with him, I do.” Well, he quickly snapped himself out of such thoughts when he felt a breeze coming from within the little door. Bending down even further, he looked into it and saw the most beautiful garden, and within that garden he saw a flash of white, which he thought could be his rabbit boy. But a problem quickly arose. How could Alexander fit himself within a fifteen inch doorway? He couldn’t, of course, because he was a teenaged boy of average height, and teenaged boys of average height couldn’t fit into a tiny hole like that.

Desolate, our young friend went back to the glass table, hoping the answer would be there, and, in a way, it was. On the table sat a small bottle with the words Drink Me written on it.

“Well now,” Thought Alexander, who was a very weary boy indeed. “Whoever left this here isn’t a very wise predator because he didn’t know that I’ve had Safety Procedure Training in my school since primary care. Teachers always tell us not to accept strange drinks from strangers, and if this isn’t a strange drink, I don’t know what is.”

But, at that second, something very strange happened. Alexander heard a sweet giggling sound that he somehow knew belonged to his rabbit boy and he couldn’t control himself. He downed the drink in under ten seconds and found that it was very warm and sweet. In a few seconds he began to feel dizzy, like the world was changing around him, and indeed it was. When Alexander next caught sight of himself, in a small puddle on the floor, he saw that he had become very small. In fact, he was just small enough to fit through the door, which he did, and quite happily too.

Inside the garden he found a rather long table, decorated with delicious looking things to eat, but the rabbit boy was no where in sight. Depressed, Alexander took a seat at the table and rested his head on his arms.

“Oh, now what am I going to do?” The boy asked himself, just as you might, if you were in his shoes. And he was surprised when something answered his question.

“Well, what dost thou wish to do?” Alexander looked up with startled surprise to find a handsome boy with hair and eyes darker than his own who was dressed in a very formal tuxedo and top hat. Alexander, though initially a very paranoid person, was growing desperate, so he decided to tell the boy the truth. The boy’s—Hatter, he told Alexander his name was—dark eyes seemed to darken even further during Alexander’s tale, and his full mouth pulled down into an angry frown, making Alexander wonder if he should have kept silent.

“So, you’ve come here, to Wonderland, to find this rabbit boy?” Because it was too late to take back what he’d said, Alexander nodded, and was surprised when the other boy’s dark, thoughtful look turned into a lighter, easygoing one.

“Well, then you must be famished, dear Alexander. Have a go at this feast, which I had prepared—hoping against hope—for a guest such as yourself to eat.” And Alexander found that he was indeed feeling quite famished, so he took a bite of the mashed potatoes before him, finding them to be very delicious, and soon finished off his half off the meal. He didn’t notice the glint in Hatter’s dark eyes as he handed him some tea—earl grey, just like his dream.

“Thank you, Hatter. You’ve been so kind to me.” He told the boy with a smile, accepting the tea, and he began swallowing the warmth. Very soon, probably because of the fuzzy feeling his body was getting, Alexander felt his eyes begin to droop shut. The last thought he had was: “I wonder if rabbit boy will feel the same about me, once we’ve met?” and he fell asleep, body slumping against the table, though Hatter caught him before he fell.

“I am sorry, Alexander,” The formally dressed boy whispered against Alexander’s wavy brown hair. “But thou art my first guest in years, and I have grown quite attached, you see, so I cannot allow Him of the Hearts to take thee away from me!” And he pressed a possessive kiss against Alexander’s lax lips, enjoying the sweet taste of the drugged tea that tainted them.

“Wake up!” A voice hissed. “Wake up already, you stupid boy!”

Alexander woke up from his sleep slowly, swatting his hand against the loud thing that kept ordering him around. It gave an “Oomph!” which promptly snapped him awake, and he saw that he was resting in a large bed.

He woke up and found himself face to face with cat-like gold and green eyes, attached to a narrow face, cupped with purple and blue hair. On top of the bi-colored hair were a pair of blue cat ears. Alexander almost screamed, but a large hand wrapped around his mouth, cutting him off.

“Shhh!” A hissing voice whispered, and Alexander nodded his head, signaling to the person that he’d be quiet. “Good. Because I came here to rescue your pathetic human self, and I sure won’t be the one who suffers for helping someone.”

“Rescue?” Alexander asked, and the cat man nodded sagely, offering him a pitying look.

“Yes, rescue! Did ya think I just came here for kicks?” And before Alexander could answer, he said, “And don’t ya answer that.”

Silence reigned between the two males for a few seconds before Alexander’s curiosity became too much for him to bear.

“Pardon me, er, sir?” He began in a quiet, passive voice, trying to not irritate the already angry looking cat man.

“Name’s Cheshire, and don’t ya forget it.” The voice answered pessimistically. Alexander swallowed dryly before forcing himself to continue.

“Well, Cheshire, may I ask what exactlyyou’re rescuing me from?” The cat man then looked at him as if he was stupid, green and gold eyes narrowed in a glare.

“From what? From what?” Alexander winced throughout the cat’s assault. “From that Mad Hatter, that’s what. Crazies like him take pretty, stupid boys like you all the time, and he don’t ever give ‘em back either, let me tell you. Ever since that March Hare went away, he's been pinin' like mad. He keeps ‘em locked in his bedroom, and does who knows what to them, till they die or he gets bored of ‘em.”

Alexander’s eyes widened in shock and horror as the cat man spoke.

“Just my luck,” He thought angrily. “I come looking for a rabbit, and get taken by a mad person! I guess those Safety Procedure Training classes didn’t work after all.”

And then he heard the cat man—who had been wearing very high stiletto heals—tap his foot in impatience, so he turned his attention to him, noticing vaguely that he was shirtless, wearing only his healed boots and tight, bondage pants.

“If what you said is true,” And he ignored the of course it is glare. “Then we must leave immediately.”

“No duh, Sherlock.” The cat man responded, and took out a large set of golden keys, kind of like those a janitor has, except much more extravagant. The cat dragged him off the bed, giving him little time to straighten himself out, and pulled him to the large door leading out of it. He took his set of keys, pulled out one in particular, and opened the door, nudging Alexander out. The boy found that he was outside once more, in the now table-free garden.

“Now skedaddle, ya little twerp.” Alexander gazed at the cat man in shock, wondering why he didn’t follow him out.

“Aren’t you coming with me?” He asked Cheshire in a soft voice, to which the man gazed at him as if he was stupid.

“Now, why would I leave? Hatter would miss me way too much if I was gone. That little crazy needs help in everything from getting dressed to eating his food. And he's been so sad ever since the March Hare went away.” The cat man said all this with a mysterious, teeth-baring grin, and Alexander knew his eyes must have been bulging out of their sockets in shock, for the cat gave an irritated “Hurrumph!” and closed the door in his face, leaving him alone. A second later the door opened again and an arm thrust out, handing Alexander a browning paper with the title Map of Wonderland at the top.

“Thank you.” He called loudly as the hand crammed itself back inside and closed the door. He left before he heard a response, not that he expected one.

Alexander followed the map carefully, heading to a place called Kingdom of Hearts as it was the only place he hadn’t been to. The map had other destinations, too, farther behind him from where he’d come from, like Rabbit Hole, Room of Doors, Hatter’s Garden, and the House in Cheshire Forest. He hoped he would find his rabbit boy in the Kingdom of Hearts, but with everything that had happened already, he was beginning to doubt it.

After walking on and on for what seemed like hours, Alexander came upon a rather peculiar footpath, lined with hearts all around. He figured this must be the path to the Kingdom, so he followed it diligently. After walking for a few minutes, he heard a voice saying: “I’m sorry to be so late, Majesty.” and knew he had finally found his rabbit boy. Alexander began to run, and came upon a line filled with boys just like him.

“Well, if there is a line,” He thought to himself, remembering the lessons taught at school. “Then it is only good manners to wait!”

And wait he did, watching as the line gradually decreased, before he heard a rather eery voice.

“Off with his head!” It said, or rather, shouted. Alexander blanched, and, for the first time, tapped the shoulder of the boy before him.

“Yes?” The boy—a mousy haired boy—asked politely.

“What are we waiting in line for, if I may ask?” The boy seemed curious about his question, but answered him nonetheless.

“We’re waiting for His Majesty Lev of the Heart Kingdom to inspect us.” Alexander, though confused, nodded his head at this answer, and the boy turned around again. The line began to trickle down even further as Alexander patiently waited with the others.

“I’ll just tell this Lev person that I’m here to see the rabbit. Then everything will be fine.” He rationalized, nodding to himself, and ignored the queasy feeling building in his chest. Soon enough, all that was left in the line was the boy before him and himself. He came into view of a rather large thrown and a handsome young man lazily seated on it. He wore a crown on top of his blonde locks, so Alexander figured he must be Lev, the king. At his side was the rabbit boy, who diligently avoided looking at either Alexander or the other boy in line, his big blue eyes trained on the King.

Alexander felt hurt by this, but his attention soon moved off of the brief pain when the King leapt from his throne to the spot before him. He began tracing the boy before him’s face with long-fingered hands, running his hands through the boy’s mousy curls, rubbing them against his soft lips. After a few minutes, he pushed the boy aside.

“No, no! He won’t do at all!” The King beckoned to a silly looking man in heart shaped armor, ignoring the frightened look Alexander’s companion had on his face. “Off with his head!”

Alexander let out a shocked gasp as the boy before him began to sob, begging for his life, and the silly looking soldier dragged the boy away.

“What are you doing!?!” He asked the King in shock, which made the older boy turn to him.

“Well, now, aren’t you a lovely one?” But he ignored the man, instead trying to grab the still screaming boy’s arm. His hopes were shattered when he heard a blood-curdling scream. Alexander felt tears gather in his eyes, and brought up a hand to cover his mouth, trying to hold back the nausea.

“You...you killed him!!!” He screamed suddenly, glaring at the King with hateful eyes, and the man stared back with impassive green ones.

“Yeah, so?” The man drawled out in a bored manner, shrugging his broad shoulders. Alexander stared back with disgust and shock.

“What do you mean ‘yeah so’? Why did you do it?” The King yawned, waving a perfectly manicured hand in Alexander’s face.

“Because he wasn’t what I was looking for,” He answered carelessly, before his entire demeanor suddenly did a 180°. “But you are!”

The King once again tucked his hand around Alexander’s face, stroking his quivering lips, before dipping down to take the boy’s lips with his own. Alexander, because of the shock, didn’t respond for a second, but then he pushed the man away.

“Well, what’s with you?” The King asked in a shocked, pouty voice. Alexander gaped at him with more shock.

“You kill someone right in front of me, and expect a kiss?” He asked the pouting King incredulously, earning himself a raised eyebrow of indignation.

“Of course. What else can a King expect from his betrothed? As my affianced lover, you have to watch my courtly duties play out.” At that, whether from the shock or heat, Alexander fainted, falling straight into the delighted King’s arms.

“Oh my, he’s just like a princess!” The man squealed, lifting Alexander into his arms bridal style. He began walking towards a rather extravagant looking castle in the distance.

The rabbit boy watched them go with worried blue eyes, for the first time doubting what his King had done.

Alexander woke up in a beautiful room with a large, heart-shaped bed, posh carpeting, and huge windows. When he tried to rub the sleep from his eyes, he found that his hands were tied above the bed, to the bed stand, and he was dressed in a red and pink nightgown...one that was made for a girl. He began to struggle immediately, but it was all in vain because the ties were way too strong for his scholarly arms.

“Oh poo, I do wish I had partaken in a few sports rather than just reading,” He said aloud, and remembered that he was in the castle of that horrid King. He shuddered in a mixture of fear and disgust, hoping against hope that this was all a dream. Then he realized that this was the second time he had woken up in the bed of a madman, and he began to laugh, quite madly himself in fact. “And Sally Anderson said no one in their right mind would want to keep me! Well, now she’s doubly wrong!”

Now if only he could return to his own world and tell Sally Anderson, then he’d be happy, but he knew it wasn’t a dream, and he knew he couldn’t get out of it so easily. Suddenly, he heard the lock to the door click and turn, making his eyes widen in fear because he thought it might be the King. Instead, the petit figure of his rabbit boy slipped into the room.

Alexander knew he should have been disgusted at the sight of the other boy, who had watched the King murder so many people and done nothing, but instead he felt warm, happy even.

“I’m sorry.” The blue eyed boy whispered to him, running a paw like hand through his golden curls, and Alexander could swear he saw tears build up in those blue eyes.

“It’s okay.” He whispered, though he knew it wasn’t. He just couldn’t help but be kind to the boy. They just sat together for a while after that; Alexander not asking the boy to free him, and the boy not doing so, before the rabbit boy gazed up at him shyly.

“What’s your name?” He asked in his soft, child-like voice.

“Alexander Grey,” Alexander answered, smiling slightly at such an ordinary thing happening in such an extraordinary situation. “What’s yours?”

“Dolly.” Was the immediate response. Alexander smiled again, not unkindly.

“The name suits you...Dolly.” And the cute boy flushed in response, smiling sweetly.

“Why is such a sweet boy friends with that horrible King?” Alexander finally asked himself, and decided to ask the question out loud.

“I’m...I used to be very lonely because no one liked me, and then...then I fell into this hole and came to Wonderland, and I was scared, so I began to cry. King Lev found me and he took me home to the Heart Kingdom, and we became really good friends. I wasn’t lonely anymore...I was happy. But then, one day, I saw Lev during one of his Heart Bride Searches, that’s what you saw him doing today, and he killed so many people. I didn’t want to say anything because he was the only person who’d ever been kind to me, but one day I saw a boy just like you and he was begging Lev for his life. Lev still killed him, but this time I tried to stop him. He got mad at me..and...and he turned me into a rabbit! Now it’s my job to watch him kill people.” By the time Dolly finished the story, both of them were crying, and Alexander longed to hold the rabbit boy in his arms.

“Why don’t you help me get out of here? You can come with me, and I’ll never let you feel alone again.” He whispered softly into the other boy’s soft blonde hair, longing to stroke it, and felt the boy shake his head no.

“I’m so sorry, Alexander, but I don’t think I can go back!” Dolly sobbed into his chest, fisting paw like hands into Alexander’s nightgown, but they were interrupted when they heard footsteps outside the room. Dolly gazed at him with fearful blue eyes, and, before he could think, Alexander pressed his lips to those of the rabbit boy’s.

“Hide, Dolly. Don’t let him find you, okay?” The boy bit his lip anxiously, but nodded, hopping off the bed and flitting out of sight. A second later, the door opened and the King let himself into the room, wearing only a bright pink bathrobe with hearts embroidered all over it.

“Hello, love.” He said cheerfully, flipping back his long blonde hair like a model. Alexander glowered at him, but the glower weakened when the man climbed into the bed, straddling the boy while playing with the ties on the robe.

“What do you want?” The brunet whispered, voice laced with fear, and the man smirked maliciously.

“I’m here to permanently claim what’s mine!” He said in a lecherous tone, and Alexander froze when he felt icy cold hands on the bare skin of his back—because the gown was open back. The man began to lean down and Alexander closed his tear matted eyes, pretending he was in another place. Suddenly, the man on top of him let out an “Oomph!” and fell limply against Alexander’s chest, prompting the boy to open frightened eyes curiously, and he saw Dolly, breathing heavily with a broken, heart-shaped lamp in his arms. The boy got to work on the ropes holding Alexander’s arms back, nibbling them free.

“Let’s leave, Alexander.” He whispered urgently, voice thick with emotion, and Alexander pushed the King off of himself, taking Dolly’s hand. They both got out of the castle, found Alexander’s clothes and map, and followed the route back to the Rabbit Hole, which they climbed out of. Outside, they found everything just as Alexander left it, Alice in Wonderland pressed against the tree he had been sleeping against. Alexander smiled, squeezing the small hand still wrapped in his own, and closed the book, deciding he’d had enough adventures for today and no longer wanted to read about anymore of them.

And They Lived Happily Ever After

The End

A/N: So, what do you guys think? I know they said don't worry about editing, but I'm a grammar freak, so it's pretty well written. Next one--hopefully--will be up tomorrow. I still have to catch up to the rest of the nano-writers.

HELP ME?: I can't think of a title for this. Help me, anyone? I'll take whatever suggestion, even if you think it isn't the best.

R&R: Please review, even if you're pissed at me for not continuing Boy Bride yet. I'd love to have some support in this--can't exactly tell the family about what the novel is about--so tell me what you think.