Author's note: I have no idea where it came from… I just had impulses to write nonsense about nothing that no one will review… -sigh-

EDIT: It just hit me... I sort of thought of this idea from danderson's chapter in Nine Simple Words. I just don't want dandy to get mad at me for taking this idea off of it. So, yeah. -smile-

Disclaimer: I don't own it.

"Elphie?"

A heartbeat and life changes; affecting you. A heartbeat and your life swerves, pulling you down into its depths. Life had an odd way of turning itself on you. It had an odd way of going against you. She had a smart mind, and yet all she could think of was one word. "Shit."

"Elphaba it's you… it really is…" Glinda ran foreword and hugged her, draping her arms around her waist, and sniffing into her shoulder.

The Unnamed God hated her.

"Glinda." Elphaba pushed away, horror-stricken, and gulped. She immediately pulled at the fabric around her waist, and glared in the good witch's direction. "What? You're not going to slap me after pretending I was dead?"

Glinda frowned. "I don't understand. What's wrong? I wouldn't slap you…"

"Nothing. It's nothing, I swear," Elphaba said back, quickly. "I have to go—" She tried to flee, but Glinda caught her by the arm.

"Elphaba, no." Glinda looked hurt. "You can't leave. I just found you again."

"But – but –" Elphaba was having trouble speaking and her breathing was becoming labored. "Let go, Glinda, this is important!"

"What is?" Glinda asked, letting go.

Elphaba's eyes fluttered slightly as she stooped to the ground. She started retching and grasped her stomach.

Glinda's eyes widened. "Elphie?" She got down to her level and looked at her in the eyes. "If this is what I think it is—"

"It's not," Elphaba said, struggling to get up. "I—"

"No excuses. I thought you were a woman of—"

"Glinda, it's not what you think. I may be—"

"You're pregnant, Elphie. How could you?"

Those words, they cut into her, and stung more than water. As if feeling sick wasn't enough. As if wondering why she had done this wasn't enough. Glinda had to know the truth… Elphaba couldn't let her friend think that she was some kind of whore. No.

Elphaba opened her mouth, but Glinda cut in. "Who's the father, Elphaba, who?"

Elphaba walked over, and brought Glinda into another hug. "It's him, Glinda. It's him. He's alive. He's the father. Glinda, its Fiyero."

Silence. Complete silence. And then came the tears.