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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 8:13 pm

An AiW Fan fic I did

The light blue silk dress she wore stopped just mid-thigh and her heels laced up her calf to just above her knee. Her cornsilk hair was held back out of her face by a black silk lace ribbon. Bright blue-green eyes looked around her as she stepped onto the casino floor. Her attention was caught by one table in particular. The man that had caught her eye had vibrant red hair covered mostly by a large purple top hat. The suit he wore seemed to be well tailored and well worn. It too was a purple color. The hat and suit were the color that one might think of when someone mentions the purple jewel known as an amethyst. When he turned his head to the side to look at one of his companions she noted that he had what looked to be a playing card tucked into the band of his hat. She stepped tentively forward. It was an Ace of Spades. She wondered a bit if he had it there a-purpose, or it was an absent minded thing. She didn't even notice that she had taken another step towards the table. That man was a bit intriguing. Why was that? She had been coming here for a reason. But what? She remembered now. She had been following what had looked to be a large rabbit. That "rabbit" had been dressed in a deep blue blazer and a pair of tan slacks. His ears had been long and white with pink on the inside. But he had had human ears as well. Curious. Perhaps he had been wearing a headband with Rabbit ears attached to it? But that had been why she was following him. To find out. But she had lost him when he had entered through the doors of this casino. Now her attention was caught up in a man whom, to this blonde girl, seemed utterly mad! And his companion! He appeared to mad as well!

Now when one considers the word 'mad', usually they would assume that another means irritated, upset, or vexed. But no. In this pretense one means, Crazy, psychotic, insane! This is the meaning of my choice of words.

The mad man's companion caught her attention now. He wore a headband with rabbit like ears attached. Or rather she assumed it was a headband. Scanning his appearance she could discern no human style ears upon the sides of his head. Maybe his hair was covering them? She shook her head and didn't notice that she had taken yet again, another step nearer to the table. Looking around that table the young woman noticed that there were playing cards all over the place and several tea settings and many different sweets. What was this?! Looking around her the girl saw that people were running around in a crazy sort of way. This place was a mad house!

Suddenly the man in the top hat looked up sharply from his current activity with his companion. His eyes were a bright piercing blue that seemed to see right into her soul. "Well Alice," his voice startled her. She hadn't imagined that he would speak to her, let alone know her name. "It is about time." Her own blue-green eyes widened in astonishment. "A-about t-t-time, Sir?" Her voice was soft when she managed to find it, "I am afraid I don't understand." The man in the top hat laughed, "You are late my dear girl!" His companion laughed and she could hear a tinkling sound issue from beneathe the table. She gasped as she looked for the source of that sound. "Oh that is Doormouse!" She looked back at the man in the top hat. "Doormouse?" She asked uncertain that she heard him correctly, "Yes!" He giggled. Sticking his head under the table he chuckled, "Doormouse, introduce yourself to Miss Alice!" He seemed to command. Sitting up again he giggled more and pulled out a pocket watch. When he opened it he seemed to give it no more than a cursory glance before he snapped it shut on another giggle. It seemed to her that he laughed a lot. Suddenly her attention was diverted from the mad man in the top hat to a very small person with brown mouse ears twitching atop their head. "Hello Miss Alice." The little mouse yawned. "You must forgive her." The mad man snickered, "She is always tired!" The one that must be Doormouse nodded and crawled back under the table. "Come join us!" The other rabbit person exclaimed. "We have been expecting you and you were late!" He motioned with a flippant hand to a chair that she had not seen until then. It was in front of her. She timmidly took a seat and looked at the one that had spoken to her a moment ago. He had dual toned eyes. His left was a golden yellow and his right was a deep forest green. "Oh how rude of me!" The mad man in the top hat spoke again. "I am known as The Mad Hatter!" He had risen and gave a deep bow. "And my companions are Doormouse, whom you have met," A deep yawn could be heard from under the table, "And this one," He indicated the rabbit man, "is The March Hare." The man known as The March Hare spread his arms wide and gave her a deep bow from his seated position. "Welcome to my glorious place!" He chuckled darkly. Alice looked about herself once more, "You own this casino?" She asked timidly. He nodded and smiled a smile that matched his chuckle only moments ago. "It's a mad house!" She gasped and watched everyone around the table. The only order to the whole dwelling was the table at which she sat. And even it was a bit chaotic. "I know!" The Mad Hatter giggled, "Isn't it great?!" She looked at the top hat man and regarded him with a raised eyebrow and a tilt of her head. "To be quite honest, Sir," She adjusted her dress over her lap, "Oh please! Just call me Hatter! Everyone does!" She nodded a bit, "Very well, Hatter. To be absolutely honest with you Hatter, I'm not so sure that 'great' is the word I would use to describe this--" She waved her hand about in search of an appropriate word, "charming," She settled on this word as she looked at The March Hare with a polite smile, "facility." She finished her sentence as the two looked at her. "What word would you use?" Came the drowsy question from under the table. "Excuse me?" She asked the narcoleptic one, "Yes!" Giggled the Hatter. "What word would you use?!" He seemed almost to go into histerrics now as he giggled and awaited her answer. "I'm not sure," She had sat up quickly when Hatter had startled her, "but I can garauntee that 'great' isn't the word." She watched again as The Mad Hatter pulled out a golden pocket watch and glanced at it. When he snapped it closed this time he looked around him at the March Hare and herself, "Tea Time!" He giggled loudly. At that moment she figured that this was the most movement she would ever see out of the Doormouse. For this small person scrambled out from under the table and hopped into a chair squeaking about "Tea time!" Alice looked at her own delicate wrist watch and noted that it was barely noon. "Excuse me, Mr. Hatter, Sir," She cleared her throat delicately. When all three looked up at her she felt a light blush creep across her cheeks. "Yes, Alice?" He spoke with a fixed smile. "Well, Sir," She looked at her watch again and pointed at it, "My watch has just before noon, Mr. Hatter, Sir." She stammered along. The other three looked at her a moment longer and then Hatter giggled and exclaimed, "But your watch must be wrong! Mine clearly says that it is six o'clock! And six o'clock is tea time!" the other two chorused another "Tea time!" After Hatter had spoken. "But," She looked at her wrist watch again and was surprised when she looked up and a golden pocket watch was thrust under her nose by The Mad Hatter standing in front of her on the table, "Tea time." He stated simply with a giggle. She took note that his watch did indeed say six on the dot. But she also noted that there was no ticking sound coming from it. "Very well Mr. Hatter, I do believe that my watch is broken." She deemed to say in the hopes that he would back up and not be so close to her. For he was indeed invading her personal space by a few too many inches. Were she to look up any more she would see nothing but bright peircing blue eyes and his nose would be scant inches from her's. But she looked still at the watch until it was snapped shut and tucked away. Hatter turned on his heel and made his was back across the table top to his own seat. His two companions and Alice watched him until he settled into his chair and looked around at them all, "Shall we have tea then?"

Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 9:22 pm

Home World

She stood looking out the window of her penthouse apartment. The sky was a glorious sight. It held somewhere close to a billion current visible stars. Plateus sat high, a gloriious golden color above all of San Fransisco II. If she looked to the left she could see the blueish silver cast of Carol, Earth III's second moon. Plateus and Carol were named for two of Earth II's most famous mystiks. Her great grandparents. She was Andromeda Mars. She knew that both had died in fatal accidents. But she knew little else about them. Andromeda had been born three months after the emergency depopulation of Earth Mach II. Her great Grandmother, who at the time was one hundred and twelve (they had found ways to preserve life in the year two thousand and five), and her great grandfather had both discovered a plot to destroy all of human exsitance. There had been no way to stop the plot so every human being that was on the planet had been put on a rocket and ported to a space station that orbited earth just above each of their own countries. Andromeda and her twin sister Mercury had been born on January first in the year twenty-one-thirty-three on the Space Station Enterprise IV. She and her sister lived on the space station with their parents, Amber and Mattew Mars, for six years. Andromeda didn't remember much about her life in space but she did know that she had been named for Andromeda Galaxy and her sister had been named for the planet closest to the sun, Mercury. When the two of them were six years old Earth Mach III was finaly ready to populate. She was now twenty-three years old and lived on her own in Califoria. She and her sister, like both of their parents, were ambassadors to other planets. Each state had two ambassadors in the political area. Andromeda and Mercury were the two for Califoria. Andromeda had been sent to Helios to establish an aliance betwen the two planets. She had only gotten home three hours ago. She now stood waiting for word from Mercury. Her twin had been sent to Orpheus, Earth III's third moon. The only of the three that was inhabited. Mercury had been sent to the moon to deal with a matter that involved the politics of Earth III. As she stands at the window, behind her a bell-like buzzer goes off. It is her holophone. Turning she walks over to her coffee table and reaches into her handbag. She pulls out an object the size of her thumbnail. Pressing a blinking button the object opens to the length of her middle finger. With a sigh she puts one end in her ear and presses another button, "Hello?" She spoke into the other end. "Andromeda?" At once her sister's appearance formed infront of her, "Mercury, are you home yet?" She asked quickly. "Yes, my shuttle just landed and I am on the way to the apatment." Andromeda sighed, "Okay, see you in the morning then." There was a quick beep and then a woman's voice, "Call ended." She took the piece out of her ear and dropped it back in her bag as it folds back into its smaller state. Walking to her door she punches in a few numbers on the keypad locking the door and touches a small pad next to the first shutting off all lights in the room. As she made her way to her bed room she snapped her fingers causing the metal shade to close over the glass wall that is her window. Without a backwards glance she went off to bed.

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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 8:37 pm

Rio

It was the last week of school and it was hot out. He sat under a tree finishing his lunch waiting for the bell to ring. He had undone his black tie and the top three buttons of his white uniform shirt. It was summer and yet the students were still expected to wear the normal uniforms until the last day. 'Stupid headmaster.' He disliked that man greatly. Mr. Greyson was always trying to find a way to get him in trouble. It was as if the man had a personal vengence. Even his own score to settle. But through it all Greyson never tried to get him expelled. With a shrug he continued to eat his lunch. A cool breeze shifted his dark hair into his grey eyes. Shaking it away he finished off his sandwich and tossed his trash into the bin beside the tree under which he sat. He opened his water and relaxed against the tree. His cool grey eyes watched the other students flirting and laughing with one another. They were all plannig their summer activities. Some would go off to college and the rest would get summer jobs or party the summer away. Not him. He had a job set up already. He was going to work at his Uncle's place. With his brother and sister. His brother Eric was twenty-five and Paladine, his sister was twenty two. Both enjoyed working for their uncle. He himself was looking forward to it. But what was he to do next summer? His father wanted him to go to the local college in Dublin. But he had other plans. He was going to apply to King's College in London. That was were he was wanting to be. Right in the heart of it all. His long legs were stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankle. They were covered in a pair of dark blue pants that matched the blazer lying forgotten beside him. His torso was clad in that white button down shirt. His black dress shoes reflected the sunlight back into cool grey eyes that were protected by a pair of small dark mirrored sunglasses. One arm was behind his head resting against the tree, the other rested beside him with his hand around a bottle of Dublin Springs. "What are you thinking about so hard my friend?" A quick glance up showed the blonde talking to him to be his friend since grade school. Preston O'Toole. "Just thinking in general." He reponded as Preston took a seat beside him. "You don't just think in general, Riv." He said as he took the water from the dark haired one, "You always have a topic to think about." He took a swig of the water and handed it back to the one called Riv. Taking it back he smiled slightly, "Aye, I am just thinking about summer and college." Preston sighed, "We have a whole nother year to think about college Riv," He told the other, "Just forget about it for now." Riv nodded and stood as the bell rang for class. "Aye another year," He dusted off his pants and picked up his blazer as Preston stood beside him. The two walked to class together, "What exams did you exempt Riv?" Preston asked him as they walked, "Lit, History, and Math, you?" He replied as the two stepped out of the heat and into the cool hallway of their school, "Just Lit and History." Riv nodded again at Preston's response. "What did you get on the Chem exam?" The blonde asked as they got their class room, "I got a 95%." The two sat down in their seats as Preston told Riv his grades, "I got an 80% on the Chem exam and an 85% on the Math." The two stopped talking as the teacher walked in. A tall man in his mid fourties with slightly greying dark brown hair and piercing black eyes that now scanned the class. "If you would all please get out your text books we will begin the collection process of these dusty old things." A ripple of laughter went through the class as they all took out their History books that he and she alike had been waiting to rid themselves of since the exam. We will start with the back row, "Mr. River O'Grady, if you will please start us off." The dark haired boy stood and walked with his text book in his hand to the front of the room. "Here you go Mr. Willmor." He said politely, "Thank you River," The teacher said as he looked up at the boy, "You are most welcome." He replied as he placed the book on the oak desk in front of him. Turning he went back to his seat beside his blonde friend, "Mr. Preston O'Toole, if you will," The blonde smirked at River and took his book up front. When the blonde returned he and River picked their conversation back up quietly so as not to be yelled at by Mr. Willmor. The collection of the books lasted until the bell rang to release the students for the day.

He pressed a hand to the back of his own neck. It ached from having been bent over his desk sorting out file after file on the guy that had been cuffed and brought in earlier in the day. "Wha' 'ave you go' on 'im O'Grady?" A tall, lean older man asked from the door to the holding cells. "This guy's got a wrap sheet as long as the Eifel tower is tall." The older man nodded, "So, 'e's bad news?" O'Grady snorted, "That's an understatement." He handed one file to the man by his desk. Taking the manilla folder the other opened it and began to read as O'Grady spoke, "Larceny, arson, murder, rape," He turned to look at the man beside him, "what hasn't he done?" The man closed the file and dropped it on O'Grady's desk, "Hacking it looks like." The truth of the matter the other was only half joking. O'Grady smirked and turned back to his files, "At least this guy we know is guilty." The other nodded and patted his shoulder,"True. At least we can say for certain that we caught 'im in the act." With that he walked away. O"Grady nodded and said to himself, "At least that is one less mad man off the streets." He slapped all the files closed and leaned back in his chair. Closing his eyes he sighed. It had been a long day at the station. He opened his eyes again and looked around. He smiled to himself as he realized that he was glad this is where he was. He had graduated second in his class out of high school and top of his class out of King's College. Now he was a detective on the police force and he was only 28. And he was damned good at his job to. He looked across the room to see a blonde guy walk in with a ragged looking guy in front of him. The ragged one was grummbling about being treated unjustly and some such. While the cop that had cuffed him, the blonde, simply ignored him. O'Grady watched with a smirk as the blonde led the guy to a holding cell. O'Grady then looked back at his desk and leaned forward stacking the files up in a semi neat pile. When he was finished he sat back again as the blonde cop came out and leaned back against his desk, "So, you get enough to bag the guy for good?" O'Grady looked up at the blonde and smirked lightly, "Oh yeah," He stretched out and proped his feet up on the desk, "He's going away for life if not longer." The blonde laughed and looked back at him, "Is that even possible?" O'Grady shrugged, "Who knows, but we shall see." The two laughed. A tall slender guy with black hair walked up to the desk and looked at the one in the chair, "O'Grady, the captain wants you." O'Grady stood up and gave the two guys a charming smile and walked past them. The guy with the black hair watched O'Grady walk away with a look of want in his eyes. The blonde watched with a look of fire and need in his own. "So, O'Toole, exactly how long have you known him?" The black haired one asked the blonde. The blonde cleared his throat and answered, "Since grade school." O'toole knew that the guy liked his friend very much so he kept his own feelings to himself. He was a cop. And a good one at that. He was quite capable of not showing his emotions in his face. He was able to hide them from all. Except for O'Grady. That one was able to read him like an open book. If only he was that easy to read. O'Toole sighed and pushed himself off of O'Grady's desk and started towards his own. He dropped down to his chair and started on the paper work for the guy he just brought in.

O'Grady now stood in front of the captain's desk. The man behind the desk was older with greying black hair. His face was lined with age. His eyes held wisdom beyond their years. The captain was on the phone at the moment with what sounded like a lawyer. After about two minutes the captain placed the phone back on it's holder and looked up at O'Grady. "That was Griffen's lawyer," He said as a way of explination, "He says that you have no physical evidence that Griffen even did what you say you caught him doing." O'Grady's eyes flared with irritation, "Are you kidding me?" He exclaimed, "The b*****d was climbing out of the store window with am armload of merchendise!" The captain held his hands up as if to defend himself from O'Grady's anger, "I know but Griffen's lawyer wants tangible proof that his client is guilty." So the a** wants proof? O'Grady was going to get him that proof. With out waiting to be dismissed the dark haired detective wheeled around and stormed out of the office. He sat in his chair and booted up his desktop and laptop. When the two computers had loaded he turned to the desktop. What he pulled up was a grid map of the entire Dublin area. He then clicked on the area that was where he had been out earlier in the day. He then typed in the address of the store that Griffen had tried to rip off. With a evil grin O'Grady got to work on his little task.

O'Toole sat at his desk across the station watching his friend at whatever task put that evil look on his face. O'Toole had known O'Grady for a very long time and he had only ever seen that look once. When they were in High school.

"You're nothing but a chicken O'Grady!" A stocky young man across the gym called out. The dark haired young man had just said that he hadn't wanted to take part in the activity, "You are afraid to lose at a game you can't even play!" The blonde looked over at his dark haired friend. His eyes narrowed and his lips pulled back into a sadistic grin causing him to take on an evil appearence. "River, are you sure you want to do this?" He asked his friend, "Oh yes Preston," He replied, "I am very sure."

Needless to sat they had won the game by a landslide. That had been in their sophmore year of High school. Now they were cops at the local precint. Both had gone to prominent colleges. Preston had gone to a universtiy in Dublin and River had gone to King's College in London, England.
Preston found each day to be hard, working with his crush was never easy. It also seemed to get harder every day for him to continuosly hide his attraction from River. But some how, he didn't know how, he managed it. Or so he thought.

Preston hadn't known how long he sat watching River until the brunette in question walked over to O'Toole's desk, "What's caught your fancy Pres?" Came the queerie. Preston wanted to answer "You." but thought against it and just shook his head. "Nothing really. Just staring off into space." was said instead. River smirked and raised an eyebrow but said nothing for the moment. "What do you have planned for tonight?" He asked his friend innocently, "Nothing really, just was gonna go home, eat dinner, and crash." River nodded and then grinned, "Why not come on over and hang with me tonight?" He offered, "I was gonna rent a few movies on the way home and then fix a pizza, or order a pizza." He shrugged, "which ever works better." Preston looked up at his grey eyed friend and thought about it for a minute. That didn't sound like such a bad idea. What could happen? Nothing. River was his best friend. "Sure I don't see why not." He shrugged as he placed the last of his paper work in the manilla folder that it all came to him in. River grinned impishly as his friend turned back to his desk. With that same grin in place he leaned in to whisper in the blonde's ear. "Just don't be late." With that he walked away. Preston sat frozen in his seat. He could still feel River's breath against the back of his neck and his ear. "'Don't be late.' What did he mean by that?" He shivered a bit. He could even smell River. His scent was always a lingering one. It would permiate the air even after he left the room. He took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. Picking up the finished file he then stood from his desk to take it to the information desk for the booking of the criminals.

He climbed out of his brand new tiny sports car. He stood now, in front of River's flat. With a sigh and a roll of his shoulders he walked up the side walk to the front door. River opened the door as Preston lifted his fist to knock. The darker haired male stood there in the front hall with a delivery box in his hand. "Pizza guy pulled away as you pulled up." River said by way of explination as he turned to move down the hall. The blonde closed the door behind him and followed River to the kitchen. "I got cheese, hope you don't mind, I'm not in the mood for pepperoni." Preston nodded as he sat at the table in the center of the kitchen. "It's fine." River nodded as he placed a beer in front of his friend. "Good," He picked up the box and started for the living room. "Shall we?" He invited his friend with a bit of an impish grin. The tall blonde raised an eyebrow and rose from his chair to follow his crush to the other room.

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