Disclaimer: Wicked is not mine. It happens to belong to Gregory Maguire, who is probably enjoying a nice Father's day with his brain-children, the Wicked Canon. Now, I also have to add in a disclaimer that I got this idea after reading The Pixess's oneshot about Father's day, and wondering what the Wizard was doing. So I guess I disclaim the idea to her, too. Random oneshot that popped into my head. I also have no idea what the Wizard's name is, but I saw somebody use Oscar Diggs before, and I decided to use it. I disclaim that to named the Wizard Oscar. Hope you enjoy it! Happy Father's Day! -LostOzian
The Wizard sat back in his little private room, watching the Ozians celebrating Father's Day. Honestly, some of them didn't even know what they were doing, the cultural divide too great to allow for this new holiday. But if the Wizard wanted it, the Wizard got it. Holidays were a great way to keep the economy self-sufficient, he had learned. The last thing he needed was the Ozians beating down his door, actually wanting him to fix something and expecting it to work. Smoke and mirrors wouldn't save a country in trouble.
To pass the time, the Wizard pulled out his bottle of Green Elixir. It had been years since he had taken a drink; he didn't need to right now, but the pain of watching others celebrate being a family reminded him of how much he wanted a little quality time with a family of his own, a wife to give him a peck on the cheek, a child to give him a card. And he would love them, and it didn't matter if he was the Wonderful Wizard of Oz or just Oscar Diggs. They would be a family.
The Wizard closed his eyes, imagining himself like one of the little peons outside. No titles, no expectations, just him and a wife. Immediatly, Melena came to mind. He had barely known her, that spur-of-the-moment affair haunting him, daring him to come back. And Lord, did he want to go back to her, but he couldn't. His role of the Wizard had gotten out of hand, and there was no stopping it.
I wonder what Melena's doing now... The Wizard thought as he allowed his dream to continue. He pretended for the momnet he was married to Melena, and they had a nice little house in the countryside. Just a little cottage, away from everything, with a big yard for him to experiment with various devices and inventions. He was pretty good at building things. He would teach his child everything he knew about machines and how they worked. But would it be a boy or a girl?
A girl...
The Wizard focused his attentions on his imaginary daughter, trying to find out what she would look like. The Wizard's hair had been brown a long time ago, Melena's a lovely raven black. She would have Melena's hair. What else would she share with Melena? Her grace, probably. Her build. What did the Wizard have to give her?
I'd want her to have my eyes, The Wizard thought, his hazel eyes. And my wit. Witicisms have saved me a thousand times. The girl came together in his mind, beautiful beyond imagining. His daughter, darling daughter. Lord, if she could possibly exist, he would love her, and she would never have any reason to be afraid.
The Wizard's dream stopped, his heart starting to ache, eyes starting to tear up. He couldn't go back to Melena. He couldn't run away to a nice life in the country, and he would never have a daughter. Nobody would celebrate Father's day with him, the Wonderful Wizard the Ozians celebrated almost every day. His family would never celebrate with him.
The Wizard uncorked the bottle and took a long swig, willing the emerald liquid to chase away everything he wanted.