Thanks to my co-writer obsessive-elphaba for the ideas and great work. She will be writing some of the chapters so everybody knows. BTW this takes place between Thank Goodness and Defying Gravity aka act 1 and act 2, 15 years by the book Wicked.

Full disclaimer: I don't own Glinda in Wicked. Or Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz. Or The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. That belongs to L. Frank Baum. Also, Gregory Maguire owns Wicked: the Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West. Also a bunch of people own Wicked and some movie people own The Wizard of Oz.

Glinda the Good was scurrying down the halls. Straw basket in hand, her eyes darting around searching for the Wizard.

Eventually giving up she ran down a long hall to the Wizard's throne room. She burst through the door, hurriedly scanning the room. Glinda quickly spotted him and hurried over. The

Wizard was checking all the many gears and clockworks on a giant metal head, a fake face for himself.

"Please," Glinda huffed, looking around for Morrible. She wasn't there. "I need you to get me out of Oz."

"What?" the Wizard asked, stunned at what he just heard.

"Phew! I am NOT built for running," Glinda sighed, leaning on the metal head. "Okay. I need you to help me."

The Wizard slowly turned and looked at Glinda and was surprised at what he saw. For the first time ever, Glinda the Good was a mess. Her golden curls were out of place and disheveled, her eye makeup smudged. The dress she wore was not fancy, but plain and simple. In her hand she carried a basket, but the Wizard couldn't see it's contents due to the fact it was covered in one of Glinda's pink cloths.

"Uh, how?" he asked.

Glinda thought for a minute. Nobody had ever left Oz. There was a desert that no one could cross and whoever touched it turned to dust. She didn't think her bubble would be safe either. She might get tired and it would then stop working.

"Well…" she began, "You could… lend me your balloon," she finished with an innocent smile.

"I don't know," the Wizard said, "Do you know how to use it?"

"Ah, no," Glinda replied flatly.

"I'll take you," the Wizard announced, "Now why do you want to leave Oz?"

"Um…"

Glinda mentally cursed herself for being so stupid. She should have made up a reason to go. She should have known someone would ask why she was leaving Oz. Glinda would never tell anyone the real reason. Nobody would understand nor help.

"Please, you can tell me," the Wizard said kindly.

"No I can't," she replied, turning away. She didn't want him to see her cry.

The Wizard put his hand on Glinda's shoulder. "You can trust me."

Glinda wasn't sure whether to believe him or not. His voice sounded so sincere. He seemed to have good intentions at heart. Then again, he was the reason Elphaba disappeared, leaving Glinda alone and defenseless. She was no good at sorcery and the best she could do was her bubble.

Glinda frowned. This is why she needed her best friend. Elphaba would help her, no questions asked. She knew she could trust the green witch, labeled "wicked" by the man in front of her and a sinister former headmistress.

She turned to the Wizard and glared at him. "Can I?" she demanded, "Can I trust you? After all the things you've done to Elphaba? To the Animals? Why should I?"

The petite blonde eyed the Wizard angrily. She knew it was probably a stupid idea to yell at her only way out of Oz, but she was still mad about earlier events with her best friend and the Wizard. She knew they were mostly behind Madame Morrible, and that the Wizard was too afraid of the old woman to do much, but she still couldn't help feeling angry. He had LET it happen. That, and he didn't do anything about it.

What exactly about Morrible frightened the Wizard about Morrible, Glinda did not know. Yes, she was evil and power hungry and her face was atrocious, but the blonde didn't think that was enough to scare the good hearted man as much as it did.

"I guess you shouldn't, really," the Wizard signed. "But I want to do good. It would really help me take you somewhere if I understood what exactly I'm doing."

Glinda sighed and looked into his eyes.

"It's kind of personal," she said, "I'd rather not say why. You can take me anywhere as long as it's not in Oz."

The Wizard thought for a minute. Glinda hoped against hope that he would agree to take her away. He was her only way out of Oz.

"Alright," he said finally. Glinda gave a sigh of relief. "I'll take you out of Oz. I can take you to Kansas, where I'm from. The balloon will be ready in about ten clock ticks."

Glinda smiled with gratitude. For someone manipulated by Morrible, he wasn't so bad himself. Glinda ran a hand through her hair to feel its knots and general messiness. Noticing this, she dashed off to repair this dilemma before she left.

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