"Magic stimulated fertility is not recommended, and comes with several consequences. E. g. unusual hair growth, mutilations and extravagant skin colours."

Well, whatever. It's a land without magic, how bad could it be?


"Aaaah!" A harsh scream comes from the delivery room in Storybrooke hospital, followed by the soft crying of a baby.

"What..." one of the nurses gasps. She slowly wraps the baby in a blanket.

"What is it?" the mother asks with a voice filled with worry.

"It's all right dear, just hold on", the father replies, looking with a mangle of admiration and disgust at the baby.

"It's a girl Madame", a second nurse says while the baby is being washed in another room.

The mother waits anxiously, while the second nurse patches her up again. She still hears soft crying, and the father cooing her. Then the door opens up once again, and the first comes through with a little bundle in her arms. The mother sits up as straight as possible, and reaches out to her child. The nurse is hesitant at first, but the mother's stare makes her surrender quickly. Feeling the warmth of her newborn child, the mother smiles by instinct. She turns to look at her daughter's face. And... it can't be... how is this possible?!

She turns her head to nurse, who says she doesn't understand either, but the mother doesn't listen anymore. The only thing she sees is the sleeping face of her little girl, her little princess, who is... well, different.

The father walks in now as well, with some clothes they brought with them.

"Regina, I..."

"Shhhh. It's all right Graham. We'll find a way." Graham seems unconvinced, but sits next to her on the bed.

"What shall we call her?"

Regina looked down at her daughter again, her precious, chubby, and unexpectedly green girl.

"Elphaba. Her name will be Elphaba."

Just a little thing I came up with. Not sure if I'll continue, but I will post another chapter after this. I just felt like there's not enough OUAT-Wicked cross overs, you know. If I should continue let me know!