‘Things are now in motion… that have affected the workings of my original plan.’ Thought the Cheshire Cat as he gazed into a crystal ball that looked down at a strange scene.
He peered over at the cloaked figure huddled in a corner. “So you want my help, do you???... Despite the things have happened in the past?”
“Yes…” said the figure, and as he stood his hood slipped from his head revealing his bright red-orange hair. “Yes… I have no choice. I disagree with her choice of punishment for this poor girl…”
“Yesss…” Hissed the large, purple and blue cat, “To blame the poor girl for the death of her…. Beloved…” He waved a paw over the crystal ball and a new scene appeared, one from earlier that day.
He watched again as the white queen screamed and yelled in tortured, agony fueled, anger. Then suddenly she started to yell at the Mad Hatter, who had been standing nearby, always her faithful servant. He stared appalled at her demand… her demand that he killed the young girl standing before the whole court. It was the white queen’s demand that the young girl be punished by beheading, for the crime of murder. Although despite his years of obedience, the Hatter refused. And this only infuriated the queen more, and more suddenly than her demand had occurred, she snatched the blade of a knight… and removed the girls head from her shoulders, before she could even quaver in fear.
Cheshire had seen enough and waved a paw over the crystal ball, making a new scene appear. It was the Mad Hatter, he was placing his enchanted hat on the displayed head of the young girl and then stealing it away.
The scene moved forward to the queen discovering the head’s disappearance, and then locking the body away, in a glass chest, guarded by a bandersnatch.
Cheshire’s smile grew and he looked yet again at the cloaked figure… the Mad Hatter.
“You are very brazen, Hatter. To disobey the queen first by refusing to punish the girl then by stealing her head, to ensure that she would survive as a dullahan.”
“I have no choice.” Said the Hatter, finally showing what was cradled in his arms, the head of a girl, wearing a top hat, her eyes closed in sleep. “the queen was wrong, she did nothing wrong, it wasn’t her who killed Peter… and besides that… I love her…. I love her more than I could ever love my queen.”

(it took me a LONG time to finally decide what i was going to do for this challenge... in fact, strangely what inspired this, was road kill on the side of the road O_o.. yea i know creepy but... if it works. i am actually writing a much longer version of the story that im going to post in my world eventually, ill try not to take too long with it, but it was WAY too long to put in a description. but the whole thing about the road kill giving me this idea was that the white queen thinks taht alice killed the white rabbit, who is in fact the white queen's lover who was cursed by cheshire to appear as a rabbit, a curse that the queen fractured and put some of it back on cheshire turning him into a cat. any way the truth of it was that the white rabbit was run over by a carriage or cart or whatever and basically the white queen ends up becoming the red queen.)