Worlds Collide
What if Simba had been the cub that Elphaba rescued during Life Sciences?
Elphaba's POV
"Fiyero, wait," I found myself saying suddenly.
"What is it, Elphaba?" he demanded. "I've got to get this lion cub safety."
"I know," I began. "Let me do it."
"Why?" he demanded.
"Because there's something special about this cub and I have to know what it is," I said, quickly.
I took the cage from Fiyero and gently carried it into the woods.
"Hey there, little guy," I began. "It's alright. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to get you out of here."
I unlatched the cage and the lion cub emerged and whispered, "I'm Simba."
"Hello, Simba," I said, smiling at the young cub. "Go home," I encouraged.
"I have no home now," he said, starting to cry.
I picked him up and held him gently.
"I—I killed my father," he said, shaking.
"Who told you that?" I demanded.
"Uncle Scar," he admitted.
I tilted his face upwards and said, "Simba, my name is Elphaba. Let me tell you something my friend, Galinda told me. That may be your secret, Simba, but that doesn't make it true."
"Really?" he asked.
I nodded and I said, "Go where you are safe. Perhaps we'll meet again."
"I hope so, Elphaba. And thank you," he added, running off into the distance—towards the west.
"So do I, Simba, and under pleasanter circumstances, as well," I whispered, watching the young lion cub escape to safety.