Why hello, Fanfiction friends! Long time, no post or updates! 'Tis I, Jen, posting a new one-shot she loves very very much... and she hopes you do too! :D

ALL READERS OF Q&A WITH WICKED: I have NO intentions of giving up on this! Writers block has been eating at my soul for the past month but I've finally overcome it! I WILL UPDATE SOON! Promise!

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I may continue this upon request, so if you like it and want me to, just tell me! I have a few ideas for the catfight scene and For Good...

"Fiyero, have you misplaced your mind? What are you doing?"

Why did he seem so tense? What was the matter? Elphie was here, yes, but what made him so stiff about it? Why did he look like he was considering something important?

And then he uttered four of the most heartbreaking words I'd ever hear.

"I'm going with her."

My face twisted into a blank expression of pure devastation. "What are you saying?" I whispered, the strangest emptiness floating in my chest. "You mean… all of this time, the two of you, behind my back-"

"No, Glinda, it wasn't like that," Elphie attempted to assure me, trying to look and sound innocent as she told me those horrendible lies.

Fiyero looked over his shoulder at her. "Actually, it was…"

My heart shattered into a million pieces.

Almost as if he'd heard the breaking noise, Fiyero turned back to face me. "But it wasn't…"

Clearly stuck, he held his hand out for Elphaba to take. "Elphaba, let's go," he said sternly. Elphaba gave me one last helpless glance before Fiyero reiterated, "let's go!"

And before I knew it, they were gone.

After a moment of deafening silence, I felt myself finally crack. "Fine, go!" I screamed as I watched him run off with my best friend in all of Oz, shattering the million pieces of my heart into a million more. "You deserve each other!" I could feel the many pieces of my heart ripping to shreds. No, it wasn't ripping to shreds- someone had ripped open my chest, tore my heart out as ruthlessly as possible, shoved a black hole there instead, then put me back together and laughed in my face.

'I love you,' he'd told me a lifetime ago. At least… it felt like a lifetime. How long had it really been? He'd avoided saying those words to me for so long, and now I knew why.

He was in love with my best friend.

I needed to wake up from this horrendible nightmare. To open my eyes, and find myself lying on my soft, soft bed, with the emerald colored sheets and those light green pillows, Fiyero lying right beside me. This had to be a nightmare - this had to be.

But it wasn't. The pain was too real.

"Here," the Wizard said glumly, offering a green bottle to me, "have a swig of this. It dulls the pain."

I needed it to go away. I needed to feel happy again. I needed to feel like the Glinda that all of Oz knew - the smiling, always happy, encouraging Glinda that was nothing like how I actually felt.

"No, thank you," I said quietly, knowing in the back of my mind that I shouldn't, no matter how badly I wanted to feel the pain just melt away…

I heard Madame Morrible enter the room laughing merrily, but only from the back of my mind. I felt disconnected from everything except the pain and the heartbreak inside of me. My own fiancé… my best friend…

"Is it true? Your betrothed has taken her into custody?" she asked happily, unable to hide her joy.

"Our new captain of the guard had other plans," the Wizard replied unhappily.

I forced back the shocked tears that threatened to spill over. Fiyero… he was mine… at least he had been, once.

But all of this time, he'd been… she'd been… they'd been… I couldn't believe it. Elphie had been doing this to me?

"You mean she hasn't been captured?"

No, but she should be. She ruined my life.

"Quite the contrary. And considering how she eluded us last time…"

"Well, we'll just flush her out and force her to show herself."

Yes, we will. And when we do, maybe he'll follow her and I can steal him back and see how she likes it.

"But how?"

"Her sister," I whispered flatly, verbalizing the first idea that came to mind in a shaky voice.

"What?" Madame Morrible asked. "What did you say?"

I turned to face the two. "Use her sister. Spread a rumor - make her think her sister's in trouble and she will fly to her side, and you'll have her." I was mad, I was venting, I was brokenhearted. They weren't actually going to do this.

"Exactly so…" the Wizard replied thoughtfully, exchanging a glance with Madame Morrible.

I closed my eyes tightly, resisting the urge to break down into tears right then and there. "Now if your Ozness will excuse me, I have a slight headache…" and a black hole where my heart should be, plus I feel betrayed and nauseous... " I think I'll lie down." I quickly walked out of the room, finally letting the slightest bit of a whimper escape from my lips. I dashed down the hallway as burning, salty tears began to fall down my cheeks, ruining whatever makeup I had on my face.

I rushed up the stairs, storming past a group of guards having a merry conversation about some random thing, then past another serious-looking group that were probably having a conversation about the Wicked Witch of the West invading the palace or something.

Which she had.

And she'd stolen my fiancé while she was here.

Stumbling like a drunken idiot up three flights of stairs, I heard myself sob, then whisper his name involuntarily. He may not have loved me, but I loved him. I loved him more than he'd ever know - not in a million years would he know how much I cared about him.

There was a crash of thunder outside that I barely noticed as I crawled up the stairs, biting my bottom lip as hard as I could to fight back the sobs that threatened to escape. I wouldn't let myself break down.

At least, not until I got back to my room.

Why was this happening to me? I wish he was still here, by my side here to comfort me when I needed him the most…

Don't wish… don't start…wishing only ruins the heart…

My fiancé was gone.

There's a girl I know…

He'd run off with my best friend.

He loves her so…

My so-called best friend.

I'm not that girl.

I burst through my bedroom door, locked the door behind me, and fell to my knees in tears. Fiyero… Fiyero… Fiyero…

This couldn't possibly get any worse.

Little did I know it could - and all thanks to a little brat with her stupid dog.

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