Disclaimer: In the form of a limerick poem
I don't own it, not me!
not now, nor when I'm 103.
If did own it,
I'd surly know it.
Why can't you just let me be?
Elphaba skidded her broom to a stop and tumbled off of it clumsily onto the floor of the Great Giliken Forest. She quickly retrieved the stick of wood that had been enchanted to fly only a day before, allowing her to escape the Emerald City and the Wizard himself. She sat on the ground, eyes closed and pinching the bridge of her nose to relieve the feeling that someone was hitting a hammer against her skull. The realization of what had happened began to set it.
What had she done?
How had she been so stupid to make such a rash move? She couldn't go against the Wizard of Oz, he was just too powerful, and there was the Gale Force to think about. At the time, it had seemed like a brilliant idea. She could help the Animals, do something good, just as she had intended from the start. Now though, the decision seemed desperate, illy thought through. Well, too late to go back now.
And what about Glinda, Nessa, and Fiyero? Had she put them in danger? Stupid, stupid her, her two best friends and younger sister could be in trouble, all because of her. Fiyero and Nessa probably didn't even know what had happened, or if they did, it was from the newspapers, who probably used Morrible's version. They would now be ridiculed for hanging out with Elphaba, possibly shunned. Glinda and Fiyero would lose their popularity, the one think they cared about the most, and Nessa would be mistreated even more by her fellow students, just for being her sister. At least Glinda and Fiyero would be there for her, and eachother.
Her heart wrenched as she realized that she couldn't go back. Never again would her, Galinda and Fiyero spend a lazy Saturday picnicking on the Shiz grounds, eating sweets and getting into debates about Animal's Rights and Elphaba's choice of clothing. There would be no more late night gossip and horrendible shopping sprees with Glinda, or playful bickering and teasing with Fiyero.
Their last week together before Elphaba left for the Emerald City had been stressful. Galinda spent the whole week trying to get Fiyero to pay attention to her, but he seemed distracted. Elphaba was avoiding him altogether because of the awkwardness between them, while at the same time also trying to avoid Galinda, who found Elphaba to be a perfect person to complain to about Fiyero to, a fact that she was very uncomfortable with. So, to sum it up, they had barley seen eachother their last week together, she regretted it now. It was all lost, as if it was never her life, and simply a look into someone else's.
Maybe they would carry on with eachother. Elphaba almost laughed at the thought of Fiyero having to go on those shopping trips since she wasn't there for Glinda. Yes, they had eachother and, as much as she was sometimes jealous of it, were so in love that they could defiantly live without her being there.
Despite this and the risks, she needed to know if they were Okay, if they had returned to their normal lives without much change. So, for the second time that day, Elphaba jumped on her broom and shot into Oz's sky.
***
She hid in a large oak tree, camouflaged both by her green skin and the cloak of darkness. From her position, Elphaba could perfectly see into her old dorm room, what she saw though was the opposite of what she had hoped for. Glinda was there, in perfect health and without a single apparent sign of the Gale Force's infamous methods of interrogation. However, she was defiantly not her usual self. Glinda sat on her bed, curled up in a ball, not taking her eyes off what Elphaba recognized as the Western Sky. Her hair was messed up, and there were obviously dark circles under her eyes. Looking a bit closer, Elphaba could see that Glinda had unsuccessfully tried to cover up tear streaks with a fresh layer of makeup, only to make it run too.
Elphaba needed to see her, talk to her, give her a hug and tell her everything was going to be alright. This would be too dangerous, as she was already risking enough just by being there. She continued to watch Glinda until her friend fell asleep where she was sitting. Elphaba sighed, this wasn't what she wanted Glinda to be like. She new the blond couldn't deal with emotion well and she needed someone to consult with. Why wasn't Fiyero there with her?
Elphaba's heart skipped a beat as she realized what she had to do next.
***
The Boy's Dormitory was always strictly off limits to the girls at Shiz University, with very strict consequences, though the rules were much more relaxed with boys entering the Girl's. Galinda, of course, had broken this rule often to see Fiyero during the weekends, resulting in her telling Elphaba every detail about the visit. Though she defiantly didn't think it at the time, Elphaba was now grateful for this, as Galinda had told her everything from what his opinion on her new dress was to, conveniently, the path she took to get there and the room number.
Luck was certainly on her side, for there was a dense tree right outside his room that allowed her to simply jump to his window instead of flying. She sat there in the tree for a minute, trying to gather courage to go in, and stalling in numerous ways. Finally, she decided to get it over with.
The room was dark, perhaps he wasn't dealing with his grief in a different way than Glinda, or maybe he didn't care what happened to Elphaba. She was a bit hurt by this thought, though tried to convince herself she wasn't. Some paper and pens laid on the desk, perfect. Elphaba strode over to the desk and, in messy handwriting since it was dark, wrote a note. She approached the bed, hardly daring to breath in fear of waking him. The moonlight that shined through the open window cast light on Fiyero. He looked troubled, frightened even in his sleep, as if he was having nightmare. Still, he was the incredible handsome, slightly brainless, and façade wearing prince whose cart crashed into her five months ago.
She quickly turned away and placed the note on the floor directly in front of his window.
Suddenly, there was a noise from behind her. She spun around to see that it was only Fiyero murmuring something in his sleep. "Elphaba..." she froze, watching as he murmured something else that was incoherent then said her name again, "Elphaba..."
She had to get out of there, away from the danger, away from him. Yet she still couldn't move, frozen by something unnameable, indescribable. His eyes fluttered open and he looked up at her, "Elphaba?"
She jumped, her senses alerted once more. Elphaba dashed for the window and leaped into the trees. With any luck, he would think he had been dreaming, that she had not really been there. Obviously, her luck had run out, for footsteps pounded through the room. Fiyero stood at the window looking across the night sky and Shiz grunds frantically. Elphaba stayed hidden in the tree, worried that her pounding heart would give her away.
He scanned to tree top to bottom, eyes lingering on the place she hid for a second longer than anywhere else. Finally, he seemed to decide it was a dream or his eyes where playing tricks on him, for he retreated back into the room. She let out a sigh of relief, hopefully he wouldn't find the note until morning, and she would be gone by then. All Elphaba had to do was wait until he was asleep again to avoid him seeing her as she flew away.
There was a gasp from inside the room, he had found the note. It was now or never, she grabbed her broom, jumped on, and kicked off from the tree into the sky. A scream came from from below.
"The Wicked Witch of the West! She's here! I just saw her! Wake up! Wake up! The Wicked Witch of the West is here!"
Damn it.
She urged her broom to go faster as more students began to wake up and let out long, terrifying screams. It had been a bad idea, that much was obvious. Something flew past her, missing the broom by about a foot. "Faster.." she whispered, using all of her magic and willpower to get away.
***
Just as dawn broke, Elphaba skidded to a stop in the same clearing as before. She sat down leaning against a tree, eyes threatening to close whether she liked it or not. She was absolutely exhausted, as if she hadn't slept in a week. Losing the battle with her eyes, she laid on the ground and was asleep in a minute.
I'm seriously debating whether or not to continue this. Usually, I only write one-shots, and thats for a reason; I barley get anytime to write so updates are few and far between. But if you seriously do want me to continue, the story will continue from this point until Wicked Witch of the East. So please review and tell me if I should try committing myself to writing it, or just leave it as it is. Thank you!