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Summary: ONESHOT What do you want to be when you grow up? Booksical. Drabble thing.

Wanting

'What do you want to be when you grow up Galinda?'

'A pwincess.' The little girl replied without hesitation. 'I'm gunna mawwy a pwince and be a pwincess. I'm gunna wule Oz.' Her nanny smiled. She'd love it if the the little girl's dream came true, but the chances of that happening were very slim.

'What if you're not a princess, or a ruler of any sorts? What would you be then?'

Galinda just looked at her. 'I'm gunna be a pwincess. I know it,' and she said it with such conviction, that her nanny knew there was little point in arguing.

- - - - - -

Twenty years on, Galinda still wanted to be a princess – Fiyero's princess, but that wasn't going to happen. He had run off with Elphaba. Not that she blamed him. Elphaba was exciting and she… well, she wasn't. There wasn't much chance of her dreams happening. If someone asked her today 'what do you want for your future?' she would have simply replied 'To be good'

- - - - - -

No one had ever asked Elphaba what she wanted to be when she grew up, which was good, since she didn't know. She only wanted one thing for her future. Nessa did once ask her 'if you could change something in your life, what would it be?'

Elphaba stared at her sister. 'I would have thought that was obvious Nessa. To have a mother.'

- - - - - -

Elphaba had lost Fiyero, there was no doubt about it. As she paced the never-ending corridors of Kiamo Ko, she thought about everything that had happened in her past.

Chistery was quietly watching her and ran off to find Liir. The boy rushed to where Elphaba was.

'Auntie Witch?' He tried, hesitantly.

'I told you not to call me that,' she snapped. 'Go and find someone else to annoy.'

Liir sighed and began to do as he was told, but turned back. 'What is it that you want, Auntie Witch? Perhaps I can help.'

'OUT!'

Liir fled. Elphaba watched him go and bit her lip. What was it that she wanted? She whispered to the empty room.

'To be loved.'

A/N: I know it was really short, and not brilliant, but I had inspiration. Again. Darn that inspiration. R and R.