Okay so this first chapter is entirely background, a prologue if you will. It was more for my benefit for setting the scene and such. It's honestly kind of poorly written, if you ask me. If you aren't down for that, then skip it. It won't bother me a bit. I don't own Wicked. This is just for fun.
BOOKSICAL - from a prompt given by eggosandxmen on tumblr! Thanks eggosandxmen!
As soon as she'd said yes, they were flying.
Ecstatic and petrified, Elphaba's knuckles were white as they gripped the broom in front of Glinda. Glinda noticed this, and was grateful for the comfort Elphaba's arms on either side of her offered. Trying to offer some comfort in return, Glinda wrapped her petite and manicured fingers around Elphaba's arm, and kissed it softly. Elphaba's eyes widened and a blush spread on her cheeks at the tiny gesture, feeling very warm and comforted, as was intended. They continued on, Glinda quickly dozing off against her Elphie as the blonde's adrenaline faded.
They'd been flying all night. Dawn was approaching, when Glinda awoke, and they were just reaching the limits of Tenniken, a much smaller metropolis. Elphaba's adrenaline had begged off and Glinda could sense the shift in demeanor as they approached the city.
"It's been almost 30 hours, Elphie," Glinda murmured, somehow still pronouncing every consonant, "since you last slept."
"I slept on our train to the City."
"And that was nearly 30 hours ago. And when we got to the city,you insisted on staying up the rest of the night." Glinda knew better than to add, practicing for your meeting with the Wizard. Elphaba's pride had been wounded, she was doubting everything. Besides me, Glinda thought lovingly, but she's too stressed for much of our banter right now.
Elphaba shook her head. "It cannot have been that long ago... Can it?" Elphaba sighed as Glinda nodded.
"It's best not to fly in daylight anyways, dear," Glinda reasoned.
"You are right, of course. It's prudent to stay in the shadows."
"And the alleyways of Tenniken have plenty of shadows." Glinda smiled, "You can rest for awhile."
Or I could just find us something to eat, Elphaba thought mildly as they landed. You deserve the rest of your sleep, Glin. Regardless, they began their journey for safety in the dark alleyways.
Their journey for safety continued for months. By night, they would fly to new forests or cities. Once the sun rose, they would rest in the shadows.
When Glinda rested, as Elphaba flied, often the green girl would whisper pep-talks to herself, denying that fear forced tears to burn her face. She would, in the silence, vow to protect the only family that had ever loved her. When they were grounded and Glinda slept, but insomnia tugged Elphaba away from that so-craved drug, Elphaba would sometimes lift heavy objects with her arms or her magic, practicing in an attempt to ward off the fear that she would be unable to keep her family safe. Other times, Elphaba would hold Glinda tightly, often watching their surroundings warily, or watching the girl Elphaba's arms surrounded.
In all truthfulness, Elphaba had fallen in love with the way Glinda's blond curls fell against her chest, the exchanged pet names, and the way Glinda finally ended Elphaba's longing for home, as they slept in odd places and ran for their lives.
Often, Elphaba's back would be pressed against a tree or a wall, as she tightly held Glinda against her stomach, when they dozed off together. Other times, when Glinda had dozed while flying and awoken when they landed, Glinda would be reclined against a wall as Elphaba's head rested on her lap. When they walked, Elphaba always kept an arm around her, her eyes shifting, and pulling her closer at the tiniest sound. At the slightest sign of apprehension in Elphaba's posture or expression, Glinda would always wrap her arms around the green girl in return, gently reassuring her that they were careful. At the slightest sign of fatigue, Glinda would be far less gentle in commanding Elphaba to stop and actually be careful.
In all truthfulness, Glinda had fallen in love with the rise and fall of Elphaba's back, her fiercely protective streak, and the vulnerability she showed only when she believed Glinda was asleep.
They had admitted these things soon after their escapade began, and it had only made Glinda more firm in her reasonableness, and Elphaba more resolute in guarding of the blond.
The pair went all over Oz: so long as they kept moving, they reasoned, the Ozian forces would be unable to receive word of their whereabouts in a timely manner. Luckily, work was all over, in the many different sects of the resistance. As soon as Glinda fell asleep, Elphaba would unravel herself from the loving arms, and receive her orders from the heads of that particular base. She would carry them out quietly and typically with no issue. Rescues were the most common and the level of danger varied from kidnapper to kidnapper; the most common injury was a scratch from the frightened object of their rescue. Assassinations were taken care of from a ways off, and if not, the blood was washed off of her clothes before Glinda could awake. Sabotages were easily done from far off with the help of the Grimmerie. Infiltration missions were never assigned to her, seeing as she was green.
"That is not fair," Glinda responded the first time she was awake when Elphaba was given an assignment, and this demand for Glinda to stay behind was actively made. It was a rescue from a state dungeon, and would prove to be a more difficult one. "We are a team. I want to take care of you as much as you want to take care of me."
"I know, my sweet, but-"
"But nothing! We're going together and that's final."
After a few close calls, and some heated arguments, Glinda and Elphaba agreed that seven nights a month, they would approach it as a team. Another night a month, it was compromised, they would both stay at the base, to ease the other's mind.
In all truthfulness, Elphaba's mind was seldom at ease.
"You're mine," Elphaba muttered one evening, upon waking up from a nightmare. "More than my sweet, more than my precious; you are mine, my family."
Glinda continued to comb her fingers through Elphaba's hair. She sat, straddling the green lap, as she was held tightly by green arms. "That's what I am? Yours?"
"I mean, you're your own person, entirely. Don't misunderstand, my sweet. But you are mine to protect and love and cherish and... well, mine."
Glinda giggled, pushing black hair behind green ears. "I rather enjoy being yours."
"I try to make the experience rather enjoyable."
Night terrors had convinced Glinda that, from the core of her being, Elphaba was dedicated to protecting what was hers. Glinda had yet to realize that things could very easily be added on the list of what was hers.
Until they met a young boy on the streets of Far Applerue.