Hi there everyone, this is my first Wicked tale and is something I have been working on for quite a while now. Its mainly centred around Glinda, purely because I adore everything about her, but Elphaba will be featured rather prominently also (as will Fiyero as the story moves on). I believe this incorporates some of the book and musical, however I am also taking a little creative license with this, so I apologize for any confusion.

In this particular story Galinda does not become 'Glinda' until later on. I know in the musical she changed her name previous to Emerald City, but there will be a different reason for the change in this tale. This first chapter is set just after Elphaba abandons Galinda in the Emerald City, upon her return to her room in Shiz. The story itself will alternate between Glinda/Galinda's past and her present, as we learn that she is far more aware and involved in politics than we were initially lead to believe. I really hope you all enjoy it, and I really appreciate any reviews. I will also do my utmost to respond to any questions or suggestions you have, so feel absolutely free to comment on any aspect.

Disclaimer: I own absolutely NONE of Wicked, be it the wonderful novels or Broadway phenomenon.

Chapter One

Galinda stumbled through Shiz University, dazed and nauseous with regret coursing through her veins. Her mind was racing as she slowly began to comprehend the events that had unfolded in the days before, they had been one emotional blur and seemed to have vanished as if they had never existed at all. She was unaware of the fact that to anyone other than herself she appeared utterly intoxicated: tripping over her own feet, grabbing at the walls, dragging her nails across the paintwork as she found her way to the room she and Elphaba had once shared. However, she was not drunk, her once elegant form simply felt numb. It was as if she was in a stranger's body, her soul desperately trying to cling on for dear life as she detached herself from the world. It was painful, overwhelmingly so, as she unlocked the door and crept into the darkened room. She could not bring herself to turn on the light; this room didn't even smell the same without Elphaba's presence, seeing it without Elphaba strewn across her bed reading one of her gods-awful books would shatter her heart even further. She would keep the light off.

She collapsed onto pink sheets, cursing to herself for her utter stupidity, if she had told her... Galinda screamed into her pillow, the lace that surrounded it irritating her skin. In her frustration she tore it off, the rip in the fabric allowing feathers to tumble out. If she had just told her... she had wanted to tell her, she had wanted to tell her with all of her heart, but she had convinced herself that it was better Elphaba not know. Galinda had thought she was protecting her, keeping her from the dangers she would surely have faced as Galinda would soon face herself. She had misjudged the situation and now her dear friend, the one who's spirit had somehow matched Galinda's own, was gone: surely to be shunned and abhorred within society, unwittingly putting herself in grave danger. The grave danger Galinda had been trying to protect her from all along.

"You did only what you could Galinda," said the voice of a man, unseen in the shadows of the room, "You could not have known the outcome. The mistakes of the wizard are not your doing, Elphaba will survive. The Organization will pull all the favours we have accumulated to make it so, my dear, please stop your tears."

The man placed a gentle hand on Galinda's shoulder, which was shaking violently, and she made no attempt to control her hysterics. She simply sobbed, screamed and cursed until her body could take no more.

With a heavy heart and battered mind, Galinda slowly met the man's eyes. Her bottom lip quivered as she spoke, her voice weak with exhaustion. "She gave me so much and I destroyed her life."

"Galinda..."

"If I had been as honest with her as she was with me this would not have happened." Galinda stated as her voice slowly found momentum, "If I had told her about The Organization, about our plans..."

The man put a finger to her lip in an attempt to hush her, "Not so loud, my dear, if Morrible wanders past and hears your cries of an "organization" all these years will have been for nothing."

"I'm sorry," Galinda replied in the meekest of voices, "I just wish I could do it all again, I wouldn't have listened to any of you, to myself. I would have told her."

"We were all mistaken," the man told her, sorrow tainting his voice, "I should have given my sister's morality far more credit, predicted that she would pull a stunt like this as soon as I heard of your trip to Emerald City. The damn girl is stubborn as a mule."

"It must run in the family," Galinda said with a sad smile.

Within the hour Galinda had gradually drifted off to sleep, her head swimming with nightmares of Elphaba's potential death.

The next morning, Galinda pulled all her strength together, got herself washed, dressed and turned up at Horrible Morrible's sorcery class with her best 'Galinda smile'. She'd rather be damned than have Morrible see the true impact of her actions, instead choosing to continue with the spoiled, air-headed pretence she had been portraying for so long.

"Ah, good morning Miss Galinda," Morrible said with a grimace, she detested the idiotic blonde that managed to weave her way into Shiz simply through family connections, "I trust you are in better form now that you have rested a night in your own bed."

"Why thank you, I do believe I am." Galinda replied, her smile sickly sweet, "In fact, I am thrillified to have your class today. I plan to put all my energies into sorcery from now on, since I no longer have any green distractions."

"Yes, Miss Elphaba's disappearance was unfortunate, but I trust the wizard will not let her spread her lies throughout all of Oz. Measures will be taken, I assure you of that."

Galinda clasped her hands tightly behind her back, "She abandoned me, Madame, in a strange city full of hard-headed views about right and wrong. I believed her to be my best friend, I know now how wrong I was."

Galinda had realized her only way to protect Elphaba now was to continue with her mission, and allow those tyrants to believe she was whole-heartedly on their side. The lesser she was considered to have a mind of her own, the greater chance she had of someday helping Elphaba without seeming at all suspicious. The goals of the Organization had always been her priority, stopping the disgusting actions of Oz's government was of great importance, it was her whole life. However, it soon turned out that her friendship with Elphaba, her dear Elphie, became an integral part of that life, and she would do whatever it took to save her.

Galinda graced Madame Morrible with her usual hit and miss sorcery skills during class, holding back a smirk as she failed to change the colour of the teapot her tutor had placed in front of her. The truth was that Galinda was fast becoming an incredible sorceress, putting all her energies into honing the skill whenever she could grab a moment alone. She was not academic in the slightest, in fact she detested academics, but sorcery... well, that was a different kettle of fish altogether. Galinda may have dreaded every class she had with Morrible, but it all became worth it when she managed to steal the rarest of sorcery books here and there for a night, frantically packing her brain with information she would spend the next few months practicing relentlessly. Galinda was more than a little aware of her talent, but truthfully lacked the confidence to realize the sheer power she held. Something that was sure to unlock itself when the Organization needed it most.

A/N: For those of you wondering, I had previously titled this as 'The Organization', which I've now changed to the much more fitting "The Missions of Morality & Love".