Chapter 1

So um I started another story cause I've been mostly writing on Les Mis fiction for now. So okay the set up for this story is what if the spell hadn't worked and Elphaba had failed to save him. She still used the trap door so the citizens of Oz know she's dead but Glinda was in on it. Also Elpaba thinks Yero is dead.

Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked.

Elphaba heaved and threw up into the toilet once again. She wiped her face, hoping it was at last over. She had been feeling Nauseous all morning. She stood up shakily and splashed cool water on her face then brushed her teeth to get the horrible taste out of her mouth.

She inched out of the background and collapsed onto the dark couch of Kiamo Ko. She was depressed to say the least and at this point she was just waiting for death. She would have tried something stupid like go outside and wait for the Wizards guards to find her but she just didn't have the energy. She gripped her stomach as another wave of nausea hit her. She figured she might as well just die from whatever disease she had already rather then put effort into her death.

All of this was because he was dead. The love of her life was dead because of her. If only she had done something differently like tied him to a tree or something so he wouldn't have come running after her like the hero (or brainless fool) that he was.

"Elphie!" Glinda called as she entered through the window in her bubble, a bag in her hand. "I brought soup!" She said with a smile and a laugh. Her happiness made Elphaba feel sicker.

"No thanks." Elphaba muttered.

"Oh your stomach hurts again." Glinda said as her smile changed to a look of concern. "Do you want me to get you anything?"
"No."

"Are you sure maybe water or a-"

"Glinda I said I didn't want anything!" She snapped, Glinda pulled back, hurt. "Glinda I'm sorry I didn't mean to snap at you."

Glinda nodded. "It's fine. I know you don't feel well." Elphaba stood up abruptly then almost fell back into the chair. "Are you okay?"
"No- feel dizzy and-" Elphaba's eyes widened. "Need to get to bathroom!" She ran back into the bathroom and vomited into the toilet. Glinda rubbed calming circles on her back and held her hair behind her head.

"I think- I think I'm done." Elphaba said as she breathed a sigh of relief. Glinda nodded as she helped Elphie back into her chair and brought her a glass of water.

"It seems like I'm always throwing up nowadays.." Elphaba sighed. Glinda's eyes widened, Could it be? "Elphie when do you normally feel sick?"

"In the morning." Elphaba said without skipping a beat. "Why?"

"I uh- I'll be back!" Glinda cried, standing up and jumping into her bubble. "I'll come back in a minute!" She cried as she jumped into her bubble.

Fiyero moaned as they threw him into his cell. He was tired and hurt but he knew he had to keep going, to survive for Elphaba. He had to see her again, to cup her face in his hand, to feel her lips against his and to tell her she was beautiful. She was perfect to him and late at night after the constant pain of his tortures to make him feel better all he had to do was think of her, her emerald skin, her dark raven hair and those deep chocolate brown eyes and he would fall asleep with a smile on his face knowing one day he would see her again. One day.

So bad idea? Good idea? Tell me what you think.