A/N: This is my first ever Fanfic, so please go easy on me! Constructive criticism is appreciated! Just so you know, in this story, Elphaba is allergic to water. Not mortally allergic to water, just allergic. It's still musical-verse though! I don't own the amazing art that is Wicked the Musical (duh).

Elphaba lay awake in her bed, staring at the dark, wooden ceiling, as she had done many times over the last few weeks. She heard a clock ring in the distance. One, two, three chimes. Three o'clock in the morning, and she had barely gotten a wink of sleep. She sighed. Giving up all attempts to get back to sleep, she slowly inched herself out of bed and up on her feet. She tiptoed to the window as quietly as she could, as not to wake Fiyero.

The green girl sat at the window and rested her head on her hands, staring up at the stars far above her. Just like she did that night after the lion cub incident… back at Shiz… back in Oz…

Oh, don't think like that again, Elphaba! You never belonged in Oz anyway, why should you be longing for it now? She wiped the small grin that had creeped onto her face away and buried her face in her arms. The memories of Oz seemed to push at the back of her mind at all times, and nothing could distract her from the feeling of emptiness in the pit of her stomach.

Stop it! You can't go back, you know you can't! Now just stop thinking about it! She repeated this same sentence over and over again every night, but it never changed anything. Even if most of her time spent in Oz was spent being hated, neglected, or laughed at, there were some good moments. Like that night at the OzDust where she became friends with Glinda, and she tried to make Elphaba popular with mounds of makeup and dresses. Then the day they spent in the Emerald City, where Glinda insisted that they go to see everything and do everything…

Glinda. Almost every good memory she had of Oz had something to do with Glinda, and now she was never to see her again. Without Glinda, well, Elphaba didn't know what she would have done. She had been her only friend, and only person who really understood her besides Fiyero. And now she was back in Oz with the belief that Elphaba and Fiyero were dead! Elphaba felt terrible. She wished there was something she could do. Anything that she could do to tell Glinda that she was alright without giving Fiyero and herself away…

Then it clicked. Fiyero's letter! Of course! She rushed to the kitchen to get everything that she needed. Maybe I can finally get a good night's sleep for once, she thought with a grin.