"Harry, have I ever told you how good Wonderland looks on you."

Harry frowned down at himself, it wasn't anything different than everything he'd been wearing for the past year - yet nothing like what he'd be wearing if he was back on the Isle. His hair was tamer, his face and clothes clean of any dirt or eye liner. He had on a clean pair of jeans and a dark red T-shirt, with his signature red, leather jacket and a pair of red sneakers on his feet.

"Down, Ali," William muttered into her ear and she rolled her eyes with a slight grin, leaning into the son of the white rabbits side.

Artemis laughed softly, turning to Harry and placing a hand on his chest, "I don't know, I kind of miss the ripped shirt." She whispered and he grinned wickedly at her, causing her smile to widen.

That afternoon, Harry and Artemis had joined her sister and her boyfriend for a stroll through the gardens. Artemis was the one that got them all to stop at the Gazebo to sit down and take a break from the heat blaring down on them. She was not dressed for the heat in her red, off the shoulder dress and black boots.

"What are ya doing this evening?" Harry asked her quietly, stretching his hand behind her on the gazebo bench.

She shrugged, "I should be free. Why?"

"I think we should go do something..." he suggested with a prompting look. "Get away." It felt like recently, everything was so chaotic with Artemis' 18th birthday right around the corner and settling him into court and the royalty lifestyle. He felt like he couldn't catch his breath.

Artemis nodded excitedly, "that sounds perfect. However... I'm late," she realized, looking at the clock on her phone. "I have a counselor meeting and you're friends are coming to visit soon, so I will see you later, okay?"

All he could do was nod, before she stole a quick kiss and ran off with her sister and William, beckoning them along. It was a family meeting with the great counsels - Absoluem and his daughter, the White Rabbit and his son, and the White Queen and her son - who Harry hadn't had the chance to meet yet.

"Bye..." he mumbled although it was no use, she was long gone. That was another thing that was beginning to bother him. He felt like he never got to see her anymore, she was always running off to a meeting or a family dinner, or some other royal event.

He just felt like such an outsider to her life these days.

After a moment, he finally pushed up out of his seat and headed back towards the castle and to his suite. He stopped in the hallway, starring up at the painting of him and Artemis that replaced the one Cheney had torn.

"Hello there, the angel from my nightmare. The shadow in the background of the morgue," he starred up at her porcelain face and then at his own as he brushed his fingers delicately along the signature at the bottom corner. "The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley. We can live like Jack and Sally if we want. Where you can always find me. And we'll have Halloween on Christmas, and in the night we'll wish this never ends. We'll wish this never ends."

"I miss you, I miss you. I miss you I miss you," the guards that lined the hallway hummed together.

He ran and jumped up onto one of the little couches that lined the halls here and there, starring out the tall window at where he could see Artemis and all the others filing into the dining hall for their meeting. "Where are you? And I'm so sorry, I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight." He pressed his hands to the glass, rolling his head along his shoulders. "I need somebody and always. This sick strange darkness comes creeping on so haunting every time."

He spun bonelessly, letting himself fall off the couch and wandered down the halls, letting his fingers drag along the white walls. "And as I stared I counted the Webs from all the spiders, catching things and eating their insides." He stopped at the end of the hall, pressing his back against the white dry wall, and slowly sinking down to the floor. "Like indecision to call you and hear your voice of treason. Will you come home and stop the pain tonight," he gripped his black tousles in his hands, throwing his head back. "Stop this pain tonight."

"Don't waste your time on me you're already the voice inside my head," He grabbed the rope to the large curtains to pull himself up, and yanking open the curtains that covered the large ceiling high windows at the same time.

"I miss you, I miss you," the guards chimed together, banging their spear against the tiled floor at the same time. He turned to the window once more, pressing his hands against the glass and letting his eyes dart around the endless maze - where he first met Artemis. "I miss you, I miss you. I miss you, I miss you." He let out an almost inaudible sigh as he slowly dropped his hands from the glass.

He pushed open the large double doors expecting to be greeted with his usual room. A large king sized bed, a tall dresser with a TV mounted above it, his hat hooked on the mast of his bed, his hook lying on his bedside table, his fathers sword mounted on the wall.

However, this time, he was greeted by two familiar faces. One looking around his room with a dumb, starstruck look on his face, and the other perched on the edge of his bed looking at the picture of him and Artemis that he kept there.

"I'll never get used to this version of you," Uma spoke up, her eyebrows shooting up as she carefully set the framed photo back on his bedside table. "The one that's kind of sane."

"Don't worry darling, we're all still mad here," he told her, closing the door behind him. He liked when they visited, it made him feel like that part of him was never gone even though he constantly felt him slipping away.

"Harry," Gil called out excitedly, running over to him and giving him a big hug. Harry cringed back at the bear hug, patting his back awkwardly.

"Alright, get off of me, ya wallaper." He grumbled and Gil quickly pulled away, latching his hands behind his back with a sheepish grin on his lips. "So, how're things back on the Isle?" He asked, hoisting himself up onto his bed by the mast and dropping down to sit criss cross in front of Uma.

"Trashy, compared to this place," Uma admitted, her eyes dancing around the room. "But, Ben did fix the whole Wifi situation on the Island, so a little better."

Harry's lips twitched slightly, playing with a loose thread on his jeans, "you two could always come 'ere, ya know? Arty said there's plenty of room."

Uma let out a short, fake laugh, "yeah, I don't think so..." she mumbled. Before Harry could say anything else, Uma continued. "Hey, look who's on TV," she grabbed the remote and turned up the footage from Harry and Artemis' dinner with Abby and Absoluem last week.

"Harry, it's you!" Gil shouted excitedly.

"As the royal couple continues their tour of the kingdom, they dine with Absoleum and his daughter, Abigail," Harry leaned in against his mast to watch him and Artemis sit, talk, and eat with the 'all knowing', they did not like him to put it nicely. "One year ago, no one thought Queen Artemis and her boyfriend from the wrong side of the looking glass would last. But, let's just say, this roguish pirate quickly charmed his way into the hearts of the kingdom."

"Oh so, Charming," Uma teased, clicking off the TV and turning back to Harry, leaning back against the dresser. "So, you've made yourself a nice little home here, huh?"

"I guess..." he mumbled, looking around the room. "I've been busy with all this poshy prince stuff." His gaze slowly traveled to where his hook and hat were hung up - he didn't wear them as often as he used to. The only time he ever felt like he was true to himself was when he and Artemis would take the Wonder out and just sail aimlessly for hours.

It almost made him miss the Isle. It wasn't the best, but he was free to do as he pleased there. Here he felt like he was being suffocated by who everyone expected him to be.

Trying to fit into Artemis' world.

"Maybe you should come back to the Isle with us," Gil suggested light heartedly, pulling up a chair towards the bed and sitting on it backwards. "Arty can spare you for a couple days, can't she?"

"Mm, her 18th year is coming up," he told them and he noticed Uma roll her eyes, but he didn't say anything about it. "Matt and Alison asked me to help plan it - which is the most boring thing I've ever had to do. I didn't know there were so many colours, it's driving me mad."

"Look, Harry, you've got the girl, you've got a castle, you've got a ship... it seems like you've gotten everything you wanted," Uma shrugged, looking him over curiously. "Right?"

He hesitated noticeably, "right..." he agreed, but he couldn't help the doubt knawing at the back of his head. Did he have everything he wanted?