A/N: Since the recent absolute failure of my Merlin fic, I decided I had to write something in the half term that might give myself a bit of a boost. So, I trawled through some Glee songs when I got bored and aside from the trash (Sorry Glee fans, but reallyyyy? Somebody to Love and Defying Gravity? Although must admit Kurt and Blaine are cute..) BUT I found THIS little gem! Apparently it's an original song which is in a new episode or something. Anyway, the lyrics aren't all in the right order as I chopped chunks to fit the two. I suggest you listen to Glee (before you gasp in shock about how I've finally lost myself by saying that about a Glee song, I must stress THIS song.)

Wow. Long author's note. Anyway, on with the story!

The recently titled Glinda the Good had been standing fixed to the very same place for the last few minutes. To the increasing crowd surrounding the wrecked building, the reasoning behind Lady Glinda's was overwhelming relief over the death of the enemy of her beloved people. Whispers surrounded the immobile woman.

"I heard the Wicked Witch made the twister land the house on her because with her sister dead, she could take the Witch of the East's powers and destroy Oz" one man murmured to his wife.

"But with one Witch gone, the Wizard will be able to destroy the Witch of the West. Maybe with another cyclone. And Glinda will help" replied the woman, indicating to the Good Witch.

"Well let us be glad that we are rid of one" cut in another.

Some time had passed and most of the Munchkinland residents had left the square for home, as they received no movement from Lady Glinda. Noticing that she was finally alone, Glinda moved closer to the wreckage and placed her hand on the windowsill.

What have I done?

I wish I could run

Away from this ship going under

Now I feel the weight of the world is

On my shoulders.

Came the soft words from the blonde's mouth, as if talking to the crushed witch. She had never wanted this to happen. She had been angry, trying to get revenge to satisfy herself. She was selfish, she knew, but she had never wanted to kill anybody.

Glinda did not notice that someone was watching her every move until they slipped into the approaching darkness as Glinda turned to leave before even more people became suspicious of her reaction.


He wasn't coming back. She had done it again. She had let him in, like the select few before him and they took him because of it. Because of her, and the selfish attention seeking acts she had carried out to fight for a dead end cause.

Elphaba pulled her legs to her chest and remembered the song she had heard Glinda sing over her sister's trampled form. As she waited for the fatigue to pull her into unconsciousness, she sung to the nonexistent tune.

Just trying to help

Hurt everyone else

What can you do when your good isn't good enough?

And all that you touch

Tumbles down?

'Cause my best intentions

Keep making a mess of things

I just wanna fix it somehow.

But how many times will it take,

Oh, how many times will it take for me?

To get it right?

To get it

Right?


Once in the confines of the Palace, Glinda stepped out onto her balcony, letting the cold air dry her tears. As the wind blew, she continued with the notes that had been flowing through her head since Nessa's death.

Can I start again

With my fate shaken?

'Cause I cant go back and undo this

I just have to stay

And face my mistakes

But if I get stronger and wiser

I'll get through this

It was all because of her these things had happened. If she had only been strong and brave enough to defy the Wizard with Elphaba when she had the chance, the recent events would not have happened. But she was spoilt. She had to be loved, and flying on courage and morals would have lead to a life without privileges. In her own eyes, she saw that for her, that would be a life not worth living.

Yet she had come this far, she couldn't waste it. Confessing now meant the loss of the things she had fought for. She would just have to live the lie, hoping that by knowing the truth of every false word, she could rise above until that one day when the world was ready to know the real story.

So I throw up my fists,

Throw a punch in the air

And accept the truth

That sometimes life isn't fair

Yeah, I'll send out a wish

Yeah, I'll send up a prayer

And then finally, someone will see

How much I care!

As the two friends watched the same sky yet miles apart, the sound of their harmony rang in an unknown connection between them.

What can you do when your good isn't good enough?

When all that you touch

Tumbles down?

Oh, my best intentions

Keep making a mess of things

I just wanna fix it somehow.

But how many times will it take,

Oh, how many times will it take?

To get it right?

To get it right?

Yup. It's over. And very cheeky request I must say, but if you are a Wicked and Merlin fanbananza (?) please could you take a moment to review my limp Merlin story as well, I got one review... then a bad case of writer's block. I would delete it because it's embarrassing but some people are interested to find out what happens (me included :/) so please send in your suggestions as I'm trying to run on people power :P

Have a nice day! 3