Tagline: What happens when Glinda finds out that Elphaba truly is still alive? Can she hold her tongue? Is Elphaba really safe anymore?

Disclaimer: I am just a normal fanfiction author. I do not own any rights to WICKED the musical or WICKED: the Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West. I do not know any of the Broadway Actors personally, nor do I know Gregory McGuire. There will be a few Spoilers so if you have not yet seen WICKED or read the book, be careful reading. Otherwise...enjoy!

Chapter 1

Glinda wasn't quite sure. She thought she was going crazy. "No, it's not possible. It's simply my mind playing tricks on me." She looked back at the golden yellow road stretched far out. Nothing. She continued walking on her way to her old school, Shiz University. She heard a rustle in the leaves and quickly spun around. There! She saw it again! A blur of green skimming the trees. It was gone again. She continued walking and she heard more rustling. She slowly turned again and saw a few stray pieces of straw. She picked it up and examined it. It was the same type of straw she had seen once before. There was more of it leading towards the bushes. She pushed aside a branch and saw a black heap lying against a tree stump. Next to it was a broomstick. Glinda gasped but kept very still. She knew it couldn't be so. But she hoped so badly that it was! "Elphie?" she quietly asked. The heap moved and Glinda saw a green hand poking from a sleeve. She said it again, "Elphie!?"
"Gee how'd you know it was me?" The heap said, muffled from the black cape that surrounded it.
"It's not possible. You...You're dead!" Glinda was breathless.
"Apparently I'm not." The heap moved again, now revealing its true identity. Elphaba, or otherwise known as the Wicked Witch of the West.
"Elphie!" Glinda shouted, moving in closer to hug her friend. "You melted! I saw you! And now...you're here in front of me!...Are you a ghost?"
"Shh! Nobody's supposed to know I'm alive." She responded, pushing off her friend. She looked at the blonde, staring at her. "You still wear that get-up?"
"You still wear that get-up?" Glinda responded. "Listen, Elphaba it's not safe for you here. Why are you here?"
"I think it's best you got on." Elphaba said, motioning to her broom.
"What? Are you crazy? I...I travel only by bubble."
"I've noticed." Elphaba smirked. "It's now or never Glinda, you hafta come with me. Something's wrong with Fiyero and I can't figure it out."
"Fiyero's alive too?"
"Of course Fiyero's alive. Please, there's really no time." Almost as if by cue, the Clock of the Time Dragon chimed loudly seven times.
"Elphie, you've been gone so long. I don't know that I even know you anymore." Glinda said, starting to feel a bit uneasy.
"It's still me. Same green me." She gave Glinda a smile. Glinda gripped the end of the broomstick and got on. Elphaba got on after so she could steer the broom properly. "Ready?" she asked. Glinda nodded and they rose from the ground.