I do not own Wicked (though I wish I could go to Oz) please enjoy!
Glinda didn't just go into the Wizard's chamber; she blew in, a stony face hiding the turmoil underneath. The man known as the wonderful Wizard of Oz stood from his seat, arms open wide.
"Aaaah, Glinda," he said. "Isn't it wonderful to see you?"
Madame Morrible, the head press secretary, stood to also greet Glinda, but she passed her up with a mere look of disgust. She was determined to set things straight as her friend would have done. If she were alive.
The Wizard continued, "Can't you see what I meant? Now that Elphaba is dead, the people of Oz are happy. It's just that easy."
"No," Glinda said darkly. "No, it's not. This is all that's left of her." She lifted the green bottle she so carefully cradled. "She said it was her mother's. I've only seen it one other time, and that was in this room. Could it be yours?" The Wizard frowned and took the bottle, holding it up with one he took from his jacket. Standing there, his face distorted into a look of horror and surprise.
He swallowed and spoke in a shaky voice, "I am a sentimental man, who always longed to be a…father." He sunk to his knees, his face blank with horror. For a moment, Glinda took pity on him, remembering a time when she thought he was all-powerful. He had caused himself the greatest grief imaginable. The feeling didn't last long.
"She was yours, then," she said. "That explains why she was so powerful; she was a child of both worlds." The Wizard still had not moved. "Leave. Get on your balloon and fly away. You're fired, your Ozness." He stumbled to his feet and left, still speechless.
Hidden behind a crate, Elphaba was lost for words as well. The Wizard was her father?! Her green fingers trembled. What if she would have always lived with the Wizard, her father? None of this would have happened. But, there was nothing she could do.
Don't wish, she told herself, don't start. Wishing only wounds the heart. But she could not stop it this time. She had been fighting against her father! The words pounded in her head and she might have burst once again into tears, watching her best friend in all of Oz doing exactly what Elphaba had wanted to do, but beside her, the scarecrow stirred, gently touching her hand.
"It's time to go."
She caught her breath and looked up at his face. His handsome features gave a hint to the person he once was. Looking away, she nodded. "We can never go back, can we?"
"No," he replied sadly.
She took one more look at Glinda, standing there, staring into the distance and linked arms with Fiyero. Together, they walked into the gateway, away from Oz.