Title: Bridges Crossed
Author: theatrchy2004
Warnings: Possible hankie warning, if you're prone to that
Disclaimer: I own nothing, though I hold to it that I AM a Gelphie love-child.
Notes: Booksical. Mainly musical, though with book things worked in, including the Mauntery. Some important points would be...Dr. Dillamond died mysteriously at Shiz, as in the book. Boq was never turned into the Tinman and his character adheres more closely to Book-Boq. Nessa had arms, but was the religious zealot she was in the book. Frex is a Unionist minister as opposed to governor, and is alive at the end of Wicked.
She was finally alone now. The Wizard and that precocious little girl were off to Oz-knew-where, Morrible was imprisoned, and the others… Glinda finally let her tears fall, the tears she'd been holding in since that night at Kiamo Ko when she'd watched from the shadows as her Elphie died. Elphaba, her strength, and Fiyero, her love, both gone. Yes, she was truly alone now.
The door creaked behind her. Glinda attempted to regain her composure. When she saw that it was Chistery, she relaxed.
"Chistery," she barely choked out.
The Monkey hobbled over to the sorceress with a tray. "I b-brought…you... t-tea." He stuttered out.
Glinda allowed a small smile. "Thank you, Chistery." She took the tray from him and placed it on the table. "Your speech is getting much better."
"Thank you, Miss Glinda." He waited patiently for further instructions. An awkward silence fell over the suite.
"I'd like to be alone now," the blonde sniffled.
"Yes, Miss Glinda." Chistery nodded and made his way to the door.
Glinda turned her gaze out to the window, waiting until she heard the door click behind Chistery before resuming her grieving.
It was a dark night, even with the lights of the Emerald City glowing below the Palace tower to celebrate the demise of the Wicked Witch of the West. Glinda stood up and made her way to the window, observing the festivities below.
"Oh, Elphie," she sobbed. With shaking hands, she struck a match and lit three candles in the window; one for Elphie, one for Fiyero, and one for the child growing inside her. Fiyero's child. It was all she had left.
She couldn't take it anymore. Her knees buckled and she sank to the floor, her body, wracked with sobs. How was she going to raise a child? Sure, she had dreamed of having children with Fiyero, but that dream had involved him being there with her through it all. She wasn't strong enough, she never had been was. She'd always had Elphaba or Fiyero there to hold her up. And now? Now she was the acting ruler of Oz! Her! Galinda Upland of the Upper Uplands! A simple country girl with delusions of grandeur. Oh, but those delusions were now fact. She'd risen to the upper echelons of society. "Glinda the Good" they called her.
I'm not good. I never was, she thought. Oh Elphie, how did this happen? The blonde sniffled and wiped her tears away as best she could. She rose up from her spot under the window sill and staggered over to her bed.
When Chistery returned to check on his mistress, he found her fast asleep on top of her covers, clutching to her the Grimmerie and the mysterious green bottle that had belonged to Elphaba. He sighed. This was not unlike nights at Kiamo Ko when he would find Elphaba in a similar state. How Miss Glinda could sleep with all those ruffles and corsets, though, was beyond him. Nevertheless, he gently pulled a quilt over the sleeping beauty and relocated the green bottle to safety on her nightstand. When he tried to do the same with the Grimmerie, however, she only clutched it tighter.
"Elphie?" she muttered sleepily.
Nervous, Chistery just smoothed back some of her curls. This seemed to calm Glinda and she drifted back to sleep. He sighed with relief. He had been charged by Elphaba to watch over Glinda. She had told him and the other Monkeys that Glinda would watch over them now. Having lived in captivity under the Wizard for so long, Chistery was wary of trusting anyone besides Elphaba, their savior, but he had little choice. No one else would protect them as Elphaba had. Chistery could only hope that her trust in her friend had not been misplaced.