[GhoULisH territory]

"You moved her!" Wendy accused Joker as she began to move away from him.

Black hardened his grip on her waist, "I didn't move shit."

Wendy glared, "Yes, you did!" She turned to look at the cell, "She was there when I searched the prison alone!"

"You saw what you wanted to see." A gentle voice from behind her.

Wendy turned to face Black's, far more terrifying, counterpart: White.

White had a smug, yet dazzling smile and Wendy wanted nothing more than to slap him.

He gently grabbed her hand and raised it to his lips, "You lost the deal, darling." White's smile morphed into something vicious, "Shall I show you to your room?"

Wendy's eye twitched in annoyance, "I'm a minor that deal has no grounds without my legal guardian present."

Black laughed, "You're grasping at straws now."

"Foreigner's rules are so curious..." White trailed off, "However, my lovely Wendy, our rules are not the same."

Black leaned head in and whispered in her ear, "So our deal does hold and it's time for you pay up."

Wendy squirmed under his grip, "Pretty sure pedophilia is frowned upon, even here." Her cheeks dusted in pink, she hated how close he was and she hated that he had this effect on her.

White leaned in aswell, as he hooked her arms around his; "Age doesn't matter here as long as I have consent."

Wendy pushed at White's shoulder, "You don't have it."

This only fueled Joker's fire as Black nipped at her earlobe and White interwined his fingers with Wendy's. White began to scatter her collarbone with feather-like kisses, until they both completely stopped all together.

"Not yet."

"Then get your grubby hands off me!" Wendy snapped.

"My, you've come far since we met." White leaned his forehead to touch hers, "My sweet, innocent, perfect little Wendy."

She hated that word.

Wendy huffed, "Where's my stupid room?"

Black chuckled in her ear while White smiled with glee. This chilled her to her bones and sent a terrible pit straight into her stomach.

What if my room is a cell. She paled, What have I gotten myself into... I just wanted to find Alice.

Wendy felt Black's hands travel to her shoulders, or was it White's... she was far too terrified to know which counterpart did what. She gulped, her mouth was dry. He was leading her past the cells as Wendy, in a poor attempt to stop him, dug her heels into the ground.

White clicked his tongue in disapproval, "No need to be stubborn."

Next thing she knew, she was in Black's arms and Wendy, in instinct, wrapped her arms around his neck.

She felt the heat rise to her cheeks, "I - I can walk!"

"Shut up," Black barked.

White sported his usual smile, "You're adorable when you're flustered."

"I am not flustered!" Wendy hissed.

"Say that to your burning cheeks, brat."

Wendy's eye twitched as she glared at the Warden, "For someone who claims to like me you sure do alot of name calling!"

Black gave her a vicious grin, "I'll leave the sweet nothings to the clown."

Her nose scrunched up in fury, "As if I'd believe anything that comes out of your mouth."

He's the one acting like a brat, not me.

"Now, now, darling," White mused, "No need to be upset."

Wendy huffed as she crossed her arms, "I am not upset."

White hummed, "You're pouting."

Wendy ignored him.

I need to find Alice, and he could be lying... but if he's not lying, then where else could she be?

"Don't ignore me, love."

She didn't say anything.

She's not at the Clock Tower, or the Amusement Park, or the Heart Castle, and she didn't leave; Nightmare would've sensed it. If not here then maybe the Hatter's Mansion... No, Blood wouldn't. Would he?

"Wendy..." White was pouting while Black was getting a nasty sneer.

She bit her lip.

He wouldn't kidnap her, much less hurt her, right? Wendy frowned, He didn't ask about her at all when I visited him a few time periods ago.

Finally, Wendy spoke up, "He wouldn't hurt her, would he, Joker?"

"Don't play the pronoun game, brat." Black growled, "Who wouldn't hurt who?"

Wendy played with the hem of her plaid skirt, "Blood wouldn't hurt Alice, right?"

"Who cares about h-" Black was cut off.

"I do." Wendy snapped and then sighed, "I just want to find her."

White tapped his chin in thought, However, Wendy knew better than to believe he was actually thinking, "Maybe she left Wonderland..."

"She didn't. Nightmare would've sensed it."

Wendy looked at her surroundings: He was carrying her away from the prison. The weight was lifted of her shoulders as she was glad she wouldn't be in a cell, however, new one settled...If not cell, then where?

Not his room! I wouldn't put it past the pervert!

"You're turning red again." Black said, "Thinking of all things I'll do to you once I have the greenlight?"

Wendy shot him a glare, "Pedophile."

White, who always had some type of smile gracing his handsome features, grabbed the doorknob, "Welcome to your room, darling."

Wendy, who had been having a glaring contest with Black, finally, turned her head to White with his arm extended and his body down in a bow. This reminded her of when she first saw him: At the circus presenting his show to the audience. It made her ache, Alice was sitting next to her during that show.

"My own room?" Wendy blinked in surprise, "I figured..."

White cocked his head to the side, Wendy thought it was cute, "What?"

Wendy shook her head, "Nothing, nevermind."

Black let out another smirk as he bend down his head to whisper in her ear, "If you want to stay in one of our rooms, we'd be more than happy to oblige."

Wendy's eye twitched but ignored the vulgar warden, "Anyway... about Alice."

"What now?" Black growled.

"I want to change the season," Wendy said, "to Fall."

White cocked his head to the otherside, he looked so innocent Wendy just wanted to hug him and if he had pulled this when they first met she probably would have.

Black let out another growl, "What for? So you can go accuse him and have him kill you?"

Wendy opened her to say something only to be interrupted.

"No, no, we can't have our Wendy getting hurt." White said, "Or doing something so reckless."

Wendy blushed and felt a shiver run up her spine, she only got this feeling with White. He'd say something she'd never thought he could and then, Wendy would reevaluate him only to go back to same conclusion as always: Joker lures you in a false sense of security with lies and half-truths; this makes it easier to manipulate you. He doesn't care about you, not really.

Right, he does not care about me, Wendy thought, This is all a game to him.

"I'm not going to accuse him," Wendy said, "I'm going to ask him if he happens to know where she is."

White shook his head, "Why not the Clock Tower, hm?" He suggested, "Get your belongings."

No, I'm not planning on staying.

"I'll go after I go to the Hatter's mansion." Wendy stated.

To say, Wendy felt like a failure was an understatement. She felt worse than a failure. On the day she fell to Wonderland, she hadn't seen her friend Edith at all... but she remembered the day before. She had been putting up new signs of Alice missing. Edith was fourteen and so was Wendy, when Alice went missing. Alice had also been in her twenties and when Wendy fell here only to find her in her late teens... flirting with strange boys and not worried about the life she left behind. It also goes without saying that when Wendy saw Alice again, she was upset.

She was upset that Alice just dumped her life behind like it didn't matter.

She was upset that she left Edith without blinking.

She was upset on how she chose fantasy over reality.

She was upset on how Alice had the nerve defend abandoning her family.

However, it dwindled when Wendy realized, Alice looked younger than she remembered; and it dawned on Wendy that this Alice wasn't the Alice who'd fantasize about Lorina being alive... This Alice thought Lorina was still alive.

Worst of all, Wendy's outburst was infront of every role holder. The only one who moved to save her from Peter White's wrath was Boris; who had tricked her into drinking the medicine of hearts. Wendy, under the impression drinking the contents inside the crystal blue vial would allow her to go home, was in a rude awakening when she arrived at the Clock Tower only to be told that she had been lied to.

She didn't cry, however, she did scream as her thoughts came rushing in: Where would she live? How is she going to provide for herself? She was fifteen years old, for goodness sake!

Julius Monrey, took pity on her and allowed her to stay in the Clock Tower as long as she promised to be quiet.

Now, the Heart country passed and so did Clover, and as she did make amends with Alice earlier on without apologising. And the role holders began to warm up to her, except for Peter, who still tries to kill her everytime he sees her. Wendy avoids him at all cost.

But, Peter will help if I tell him Alice is missing... Of course, I'll bring Ace with me just in case Peter gets trigger happy.

Wendy pushed herself off Black's arms and landed swiftky on her feet, "I changed my mind I want to go the Heart Castle."

*a/n: its been a hot minute*