Wonderlane
?003 Roger E. Moore
(roger70129@aol.com)
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Synopsis: It was hot, and little Jane Lane was tired and bored and had nothing to do, when a White Rabbit wearing a waistcoat ran past her, and?o:p>
Author抯 Notes: This story went through my mind in one form or the other for about six months before it was set down. It is a crossover, a sequel to two other stories, and a shipper tale, all at once. It is assumed that the reader is familiar with the major characters of the 揇aria?TV show, so explanations of who is who are not needed. In the original version of this story, Summer Lane was the older sister watching little Jane, but later research showed that sister Penny (twelve years Jane抯 senior) was a far better choice.
牋牋牋牋牋?If anyone is curious, Alice抯 Adventures in Wonderland appears online in its entirety (with Tenniel artwork) at: http://www.cs.cmu.edu/People/rgs/alice-table.html
Acknowledgements: My thanks go out to Brandon
League, who caught an error when the rough draft was posted to PPMB. Brandon,
you da MAN! And thanks to everyone else for the encouragement. Just for the
record, though, despite what everyone on PPMB said, I am not a shipper. This is
just a story. Just because I write a shipper story does not make me a shipper.
To repeat, I am not a shipper, so there.
牋牋牋牋牋?Jane Lane, seven years old, was very tired of being babysat by her sister in the backyard and of having nothing to do. Once or twice, she peeked into the book that her red-haired older sister, Penny, was reading, but it had no pictures in it, and that annoyed Jane so much she said, 揥hat good is a book with no pictures in it??o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揌ell if I know,?grumbled Penny, lying on her back in the lawn chair. She adjusted her sunglasses. 揑 have to read this garbage for my English Lit final so I can graduate, and it抯 about to put me to sleep. Go play in the gazebo, okay??o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?So Jane considered in her own mind
(as best she could, for the hot day was making her very sleepy and a little
stupid) whether it would be worth the trouble of connecting up the garden hose
and spraying Penny with it, because Penny had been ignoring her all day while
the rest of the family was out, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes and
a plaid waistcoat ran past her on its hind legs.
牋牋牋牋牋?Jane saw the rabbit and even with
the sun as hot as it was on this day, she was not so stupid as to not know who
this particular rabbit was. Her brother Trent had read the book to her, twice,
and Jane knew all the illustrations by heart. The plot to give Penny a
well-deserved soaking was forgotten in an instant.
牋牋牋牋牋?The White Rabbit had barely gotten
past her before Jane launched herself into an all-out sprint, determined that
she would catch this rabbit before it got to the large rabbit-hole under the
gazebo, toward which the rabbit was heading. Jane was faster than any other kid
in her first-grade class at Lawndale Elementary, a handy talent for evading
bullies and irritated older siblings. This rabbit would get a chase it would
remember.
牋牋牋牋牋?The White Rabbit had stopped for a
moment and was in the process of taking a pocket watch from its waistcoat,
murmuring 揙h dear! Oh dear!?to itself, when it caught a glimpse in the corner
of its vision of Jane coming for it. Panicked near to madness, it dropped its
watch, umbrella, gloves, fan, and pocket watch, then ran like wildfire on its
back legs for the gazebo, panting in tiny breaths and gasping, 揙h! Oh! Oh!?as
it glanced over its shoulder at her with an enormous pink eye. It ran like the
wild wind, but it was too slow and got started too late.
牋牋牋牋牋?Jane dived forward and wrapped her
arms around the White Rabbit抯 warm, furry waist (curiously, the rabbit was now
as large as Jane was), and they tumbled end over end in the long grass past the
gazebo and the rabbit-hole there. The White Rabbit struggled and kicked and
tried to pull Jane抯 interlocked hands from around its middle, but she had him
good and she laughed aloud as they rolled to a stop under the brilliant sun.
牋牋牋牋牋?揋otcha!?Jane shrieked, flat on her back with the White Rabbit held tight to her chest. 揧ou抮e mine!?o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揟he Queen!?cried the kicking White Rabbit with a quavering English accent. 揝he抣l have my head if I fail to show for badminton today!?o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揟ough noogies! I caught you, and you抮e mine now!?o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揚(yáng)lease, I must see the Queen! She抣l be in a terrible fury if I抦 not on time!?o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揟hen give me a wish!?Jane cried.
She could not say then how she knew that the White Rabbit was at all able to
grant wishes, since the book had never mentioned that, but she said it anyway
as she sensed it was just the thing she could get away with saying.
牋牋牋牋牋?揂 wish??cried the rabbit, and it
struggled so hard that it almost escaped, but Jane held on and the rabbit
finally howled in desperation, 揂 wish it is!?and the White Rabbit exploded
into a supernova of blinding light, and Jane jerked herself upright in bed,
wide awake in the darkness and her lungs working like she抎 finished a 10K
marathon.
牋牋牋牋牋?Several confused moments passed
before she realized where she really was. After that, she carefully lay down
again, trying to slow her breathing back to normal. The dream had been so real
that she thought she could feel the White Rabbit抯 short fur against her face
and arms, and smell his rabbit scent with a strange touch of men抯 cologne.
Jane put a hand to her damp forehead, remembering it all. She then took a deep,
ragged breath and realized she was thirsty. It must have come from dreaming
about the heat and the sudden run. How odd, what an odd thing to happen. And
ironic梩hat, too.
牋牋牋牋牋?She carefully sat up in bed again,
moonlight falling through the window to her left. Her eyes picked out her
surroundings. Yes, she was in her own bedroom in the big apartment in Boston,
not in her bedroom back in Lawndale. She was in college, not first grade. Jane
sighed in resignation and threw off the covers, carefully easing her legs over
the side of the bed. Her leg bones had a dull, familiar ache that warned of
changing weather. Rain coming, probably梚t was May, after all.
牋牋牋牋牋?Grimacing, Jane slowly rubbed her
hands down her once athletic limbs, loosening tense muscles and comforting old
injuries. Experienced fingers ran over the misshapen kneecaps, one of them
artificial, and over uncountable scars from her thighs to the soles of her
feet. She leaned forward and her hands slid down the twisted outline of her
shins, over dents and valleys where either the drunk driver who struck her or
the surgeons who fought to save her had opened the skin. The places where the
steel pins held her shattered bones together throbbed especially. She would not
get back to sleep for hours.
牋牋牋牋牋?Ironic, she thought, that she would
come up with that particular vision. Only in dreamland would she catch the
White Rabbit now. Jane gently stroked her right calf downward and recalled the
peculiar evening at a Boston museum抯 recent wine-and-cheese party, when Daria
had a little too much champagne and confessed to Jane with a solemn face that
she, Daria Morgendorffer, had once met the Cheshire Cat, which had predicted
that she would one day meet Jane. Jane rolled her eyes at the memory. When
sober again, Daria of course claimed not to remember the incident and refused
to speak of it. Her story had probably triggered this dream, Jane decided. She
did not even think about the wish. It was pointless.
牋牋牋牋牋?The massage done, she reached for
her elbow crutches against the nightstand and gingerly hauled herself to her
feet. It took only moments to fit the tops of the crutches to her lower biceps
and grip the handles in her fists. That done, she crossed the carpeted floor as
quietly as she could, turned the doorknob, and went out into the dark, cool
silence. Praying she wouldn抰 trip over anything, she headed for the kitchen to
get a glass of microwaved milk. Perhaps she could draw in her sketchpad until
she was too sleepy to care that her legs hurt.
牋牋牋牋牋?As she passed Trent抯 room, however,
she heard voices from behind the door. The walls in this apartment were thin,
and the doors very light. She stopped, recognizing the speakers at once. They
were whispering, but Jane抯 hearing was better than good.
牋牋牋牋牋?揇aria??said the voice that stopped
her.
牋牋牋牋牋?揥hat??o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?After a pause, she heard Trent say, 揑 was thinking.?o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?An amused snort followed. 揋ood for you.?o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揘o. I mean, about us.?o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?Someone moved, and a bed creaked. 揙h. What??o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?Trent was taking his time with this. 揧ou and Janey have a year left before you graduate.?o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?Daria got tired of waiting for him to add another sentence. 揂nd then I get into the doctoral program, yes. We talked about this.?o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揜ight.?A pause. 揑 want to stay in Boston with you.?o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?A pause now from Daria. 揙h. I didn抰 know what you were planning to do.?o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揑 talked with the manager the other day, and he wanted to make me the assistant manager at the music store. I didn抰 know if that was what I wanted, you know, joining the machine, but I can still get in some practice time with the guys, write my music when no one抯 in the shop, and the pay抯 pretty good.?o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揥hy didn抰 you tell me this before??o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揑 . . . I had to think about it.?The bed creaked and blankets rustled. 揑 want to stay here with you. Janey was thinking she might try to get in at that place in New York, so she wouldn抰 be too far, you know.?o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揥ell . . . too far for what??o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揊rom us.?A pause. 揝he抎 still be here for the wedding.?o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?Dead silence from the room. Jane
felt an electric shock run through every part of her body as she stood outside
the door, frozen in disbelief.
牋牋牋牋牋?揟rent, what wedding??o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揙h. Sorry. I want to marry you.?o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?Jane forgot to breathe. She let go of one crutch and raised a hand to cover her mouth. Make it happen, she prayed, make it happen, please, make it happen, make it?o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?Someone rolled over in bed. 揧ou what??said Daria clearly, in a normal voice.
牋牋牋牋牋?揝hhh!?said Trent, just as loudly. 揑 want to marry you. I want us to be married. I love you.?o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?No one spoke for almost five
seconds.
牋牋牋牋牋?揂re you serious??o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揢m . . . is that a no??o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揘o, it抯 not a no! Are you serious??o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揢h, yeah. I am. Wait.?The bed creaked. 揥ait a sec.?o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揥hat are you doing??o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揑 put it in the drawer here.?o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揥hat??o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揅an you turn the light on??A
drawer opened.
牋牋牋牋牋?揥hat are you doing? You need a light??o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揥ait, here it is. Yeah, this is it. Here.?o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揟rent . . . ouch. That was my ear.?o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揙h. Sorry.?o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揟rent, what棓
牋牋牋牋牋?揇on抰 drop it.?o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揧ou should have told me that before you gave it to me. Just a moment, I抣l get the light.?o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?After some fumbling, there was a
faint click and yellow light spilled from under Trent抯 door into the hall.
牋牋牋牋牋?揟here it is, by your butt. I got it.?o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揑s this a ring??o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揙pen it.?/p>
牋牋牋牋牋?Even from the hall, Jane could hear Daria gasp and cry out, ?i>Ahhh! Oh, my God!?o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揝hhh! Janey抯 asleep!?o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揙h, my God! Trent, where did you get this??o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揇oes that mean you, uh, like it, or
you棓
牋牋牋牋牋?揙h! Oh, God!?o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揢h, I, uh, you know, I thought you
could wear that, if . . . you know, if you棓
牋牋牋牋牋?Sudden movement on the bed cut off Trent抯 words. After considerable bed-creaking, Daria抯 voice came out loud and clear. 揧ou really want this? You抮e sure this is what you want? With me? You and me??o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揢h . . . yeah.?o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揇o you have any idea of how long I抳e waited for you to do this??o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?揢h . . . um . . . I, uh . . . I棓
牋牋牋牋牋?揊orget it.?More movement on the
bed was audible. Some of the sounds, but not all of them, were kissing.
牋牋牋牋牋?Jane was suddenly aware that she was eavesdropping. It was hardly the first time, with both Daria and Trent living with her after accident, but this time she sensed she should move on to the kitchen and warm her milk梕xcept that she was no longer thirsty.
牋牋牋牋牋?And her legs had stopped hurting, no
trace of pain in them at all, for a few sacred moments. It was a wish come
true. It was a . . . it was . . .
牋牋牋牋牋?揢h,?gasped Trent, 搖h, you, uh,
want me to, uh, turn out the棓
牋牋牋牋牋?揕eave it on.?The level of movement
and bed-creaking picked up.
牋牋牋牋牋?揝o, you抣l棓
牋牋牋牋牋?揧es! Shhh!?o:p>
牋牋牋牋牋?Jane covered her face with her hands
and wept. She did all she could not to make a sound, to keep the moment and the
magic alive. In the air around her was the scent of rabbit fur mixed with a
strange cologne, and inside her mind it was summer and she could run like the
wind.
牋牋牋牋牋?
Original:
3/9/03; revised 8/4/03
Daria/Alice
in Wonderland crossover (especially the first three paragraphs of Alice抯
Adventures in Wonderland, Chapter One)
Sequel to both 揑f You Only Walk Long Enough?and 揂pril Is the Cruelest Month?o:p>
Shipper
(Daria/Trent), future (college)
FINIS