Okay, so, here I go with a new fanfic! If you want to skip some random fan spazzing and a couple explanations skip to the underlined bit :D. I love Wicked! I had the extreme pleasure of seeing it recentlyish and fell in love (Mamie Parris was Elphaba and she was amazing!) anyways, I am now upset and have read three of the four books of the Wicked Years so this will probably be an odd mix. I was always a bit upset by the fact that Glinda and Elphaba never saw each other after she 'melted'. I also didn't like the ending where Elphaba died (loved the character way to much) so yesterday (at eleven at night which is late for me) I decided to make my own ending! Yay! And, it's going to turn into a whole different story! At least, that's the plan.

So, things you should know about the story: it's going to be mostly musical based (Fiyero as the Scarecrow, Elphaba and Glinda's relationship really close: NO Gelphie although it may seem implied, it is nothing but a friendship (sorry, I think their friendship is pure the way it is) however, I'm going to keep the possibility of Liir (Elphaba and Fiyero's son for those who haven't read the books) though I may not use it, and I am going to have Elphaba allergic (?) to water as she was originally. I think that's it! Sorry for the babbling.

Chapter One: Melting

Elphaba took one last look at Glinda, smiled sadly, and raised a finger to her lips; stay hidden, stay quiet. She pulled the thin, rough canvas to the wall and secured it just as the patter of slipper-shad feet echoed through the room.

Dorothy shrieked at the sight of the Witch blocking her escape, if it was even that. The shrill noise pierced Elphaba's ears and, wiping her eyes of the burning tears, she flipped around mustering a face of pure anger to shoot at the farm girl. The irritating child quaked and reached for the nearest weapon; a bucket of water.

Elphaba trained her gaze on that bucket, of all the things for the girl to pick up! There was no way Dorothy knew – but the Wizard, he must know and he must have told the girl. The water sloshed innocently against the side of the wood. Dorothy's face showed determination but her eyes shown with fear as she inched forward, closer to the Witch.

For the first time since Fiyero's torture and death, Elphaba wanted to live, if not for herself, then for Glinda. Her friend was right behind that thin canvas, listening to everything that was happening maybe even fearing for Elphaba. The realization gave her a jolt and a disturbing amount of fear ran through her. Stumbling a little, she backed up into the corner made by the wall of Kiamo Ko and the canvas. Elphaba slid her fingers through a crack in the canvas behind her back and felt the reassuring pressure of Glinda's hand grasping hers.

Dorothy, however, took this retreat as a success on her part and, with more confidence; she hoisted the bucket up a little higher and took a step in Elphaba's direction.

Elphaba raised her free hand and rasped out a word, "Wait!" Great, her voice still sounded clogged with tears and her eyes must be rimmed with red; burnt with goodbye tears. She must be a real sight; green skin sickly from mourning and her hands streaked with red from tears. Trying to muster up a normal voice she tried again, "Wait!"

Dorothy stopped and looked at her in confusion, bringing the bucket down ever so slightly. She took in Elphaba's face, trying to guess at some hidden meaning. For a moment the pale skinned girl and the green faced witch just stared at each other. Elphaba could think of nothing else to say and didn't move to make another sound so Dorothy opened her mouth, "Well?"

"What?"

Dorothy gave her a look that said she clearly believed Elphaba was insane, "Well, why? What do you have to say?"

Elphaba bit her lip and wished she had both of her hands free but Glinda's grip was like a vice. She wished she could move, leave, run, anything. She always had, she'd never really answered any threat or calling. "Why do you want to kill me?"

Dorothy looked down a bit sheepishly and a small amount of water sloshed on the ground. Quickly righting the bucket, she said, "I want to go home."

Elphaba glanced warily at the trickle of water making its way towards her before saying, "Why do you have to kill me to go home?"

"The Wizard said I had to prove myself –" Glinda's fingers tightened at the familiar words, Elphaba could practically see the scene from years previous; the Wizard saying he'd like to advance her in the world if she proved herself. And she had, the spell had come so easily to her but had opened the door to a world of pain and suffering and . . . most of all, loneliness.

Dorothy had stopped talking at the expression on the Witch's face and was instead preparing to throw the water over Elphaba, she was muttering, "It's just water, water doesn't hurt anyone. It certainly doesn't kill anyone. It's just water . . ."

Glinda had apparently heard the muttering and a small sob escaped her lips. Elphaba winced at the noise and tried to slip out of Glinda's grip. If she wasn't careful, Glinda would be caught and what good would that do? Then it would only be the Wizard ruling without Glinda the Good to slow him down or soften the blow of his tyranny. But her friend was not about to let go so Elphaba bit back her pride and addressed the girl, "What do you want? What are you really here for?"

Dorothy was shocked at the desperation in the Witch's voice, "Wha- Oh. Umm, a broom and a book called the Grimmerie."

Elphaba groaned inwardly, the broom was at her side but the book – the book was with Glinda. "You don't have to kill me."

Dorothy gave her a sympathetic look, "I wish I didn't but I can't stay in this world. It's too . . ."

"Harsh, unsympathetic, overruled, beaten down." Elphaba sighed, trying to relax, "You don't have to kill me. I know the Wizard, all he wants is the broom and the Grimmerie, he doesn't care much about me." She took another breath, praying she could convince the girl that this would work, "Here's what I propose, you take me with my broom to the Emerald City. I don't have the Grimmerie but I may know where it is. I promise to go there with you."

A sound of disbelief, or maybe it was disappointment? Came from behind the canvas and the fingers let go of Elphaba's. Thank Goodness. Elphaba sagged a little against the wall caught between relief and guilt over making Glinda think she was going to tell the Wizard. Dorothy however, lowered the bucket.

"How do I know you won't just leave, it's not like I can overpower you."

Elphaba bit her lip and looked down. Her eyes caught on the puddle of water; that was it. Dorothy didn't think water could kill her therefore she was deceiving herself into thinking it wouldn't be murder. "I'll prove to you that you don't want to kill me."

Dorothy looked skeptical, "How will you do that?"

Elphaba knelt to the ground and reached her hand out over the puddle. Taking a deep breath, she plunged her hand into the puddle and retracted it as fast as possible biting back a scream. She pulled her hand to her chest effectively covering it from sight.

"Well?"

Shaking, Elphaba forced her hand into the light, it show bright red with terrible burns. Her whole arm felt like it was on fire and she quickly brought her hand back into the darkness, where it was protected from the cold, the wind, the light, dust, everything.

Dorothy looked sick and she gently set the bucket down; she couldn't kill someone and particularly not like that. She reached out to Elphaba, "I guess you can come with us."

For those who love wicked, I made a facebook page called Elphie Defy Gravity (I know lame name but just ignore it) and it would make my day if more people (besides my friends and family) liked it. I really am trying hard to make it an interesting page!

Well, that didn't work out quite like I hoped. Sorry about that. Anyways, reviews make my day and I could use some help on this story. (no overly critical reviews though, please) It will be continued! Possibly this week (I have a chaotic week) possibly tomorrow, but who knows. Thanks to everyone who read to this part!