General Wicked Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked or any of its characters.
Gelphie Disclaimer: This story contains Gelphie (a.k.a. Elphaba and Glinda romance) If you don't like this kind of stuff then don't read.
Rating is T: N/A
Author's Note: I wrote this story awhile ago and never finished it. I decided it was time to complete it. It's a short story but I hope you enjoy it regardless. Remember feedback on the story, or what I can do to improve my writing is always welcome.
The Witch's Dorothy
Dorothy: "If you please, sir. We want to see the Wizard right away. All-four of us."
Doorman: "Orders are- Nobody can see the Great Oz! Not nobody- not nohow!"
Dorothy: "Oh, but-but please. It's very important."
Lion: "And I got a permanent just for the occasion."
Doorman: "Not nobody- not nohow!"
Scarecrow: "But she's Dorothy!"
Doorman: "The Witch's Dorothy?"
Chapter 1
"For Oz sake stop crying!" the Witch groaned, as she placed her hands on top of her ears, for the briefest of moments, in the hopes that would drown out the sobs of the Kansas girl. When that didn't work the Witch let out a growl as she shouted, "I can't take it anymore!" She then opened a small trapdoor that led down to where the girl was held. "Do you want to see your Aunt Em and your Uncle...?" The name of this man she couldn't remember. "What's his name again? Then get those shoes off your feet!" With those words she slammed the door as hard as she could in anger.
"Squealy little brat," the Witch spat. She was beyond frustrated, as she began to pace in a furious manner. "Take a dead woman's shoes? Must have been raised in a BARN! Chistery? Chistery, oh there you are. Where are the others?"
The monkey answered by motioning with his hands and head. This would not do for the green woman, for she wanted him to speak.
"Chistery please, if you don't at least to keep speaking then you'll never..." the Witch trailed off when she heard a unfamiliar noise and saw Glinda, the Good Witch, had appeared at the stop of the stairs. They stared at each other for a few seconds each not knowing what to say. It was the Wicked Witch who found her voice first.
"Go away!" the Witch demanded, her voice filled with venom, as she turned her back to the blonde woman.
"They're coming for you," Glinda countered desperately. "The Witch hunters are coming for you."
"No, go away!" the Witch retorted, as she began to walk away.
"Let the little girl go and that poor little dog Dodo. Elphaba, I know you don't want to hear this, but someone has got to say it. I mean they're just shoes…let it go! Elphie, please, you can't go on like this, "Glinda said, as she raced down the stairs to meet the green woman, and grabbed her around the shoulders.
"I can do anything I want! I'm the Wicked Witch of the West!" the Witch shouted, as she broke from the hold, her eyes narrowed slightly as she focused on The Good Witch of the North.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Glinda asked in a nervous fashion. The queer look the green woman was giving her made the blonde's heart quicken.
The Witch's mouth turned up slightly in a smirk. "The Witch Hunters have come to kill me have they? Well let's see how brave they are once they know their beloved Glinda has been captured and now is a hostage to the Wicked one."
"Elphaba, please, your mind is tired. You're not thinking clearly," Glinda retorted. She was trying to keep the fear out of her voice. "You must surrender, or they will kill you!"
"Let them try!" the Witch growled, as she snatched a set of chains that lingered close by, and before Glinda could think twice the green woman had chained her hands together.
"Elphie, what are you doing?"
The green woman let a small grin creep upon her face. "Do not fear, my sweet, I don't intend to harm you in anyway. You're just some insurance. I have come too far to be destroyed now."
The Good Witch shook her head. "Elphaba, my capture will only anger the Witch Hunters more."
"I do not fear them. Now come with me. You'll be staying in my room," the Witch answered, as she pulled on Glinda's chains. The pull wasn't harsh but it had just enough force to tell The Good Witch to hurry up.
The tone in the Witch's voice frightened Glinda only a little. She was sure that the emerald woman wouldn't harm her, but there were plenty of other unknown options that consumed her mind.
It wasn't long before Glinda entered the Witch's room. Once she was inside The Good Witch noticed that it looked like a tornado had come though and destroyed this room. The so called bed, that was against the wall, looked like it had been mauled by some sort of uncontrollable beast. The one bookcase was in disarray, and the small desk in the corner was covered with lose paper with a vast assortment of quills for writing.
As Glinda took in her surrounds the Witch locked the door behind them and began to look through a large chest hidden in another corner of the room. She then started to pull out blanket after blanket and tossed them to the floor.
"You can have my bed of course," the Witch muttered as she folded the blankets to make a less then decent mattress for herself.
"You can this deteriorating mattress a bed?" Glinda questioned with a smile. If the Witch's face was turned towards her The Good Witch would have seen a grin.
"It's better than the cold hard floor," the Witch countered, as she raised an eyebrow to challenge the blonde.
Glinda shook her head. "I won't hear it, Elphaba. You are to sleep in your bed."
"But then where would you sleep?" The Witch asked in all seriousness.
"In your warm and protective embrace," the Good Witch replied her voice to gentle and sincere it made the green woman's breathe hitch.
Once she was able to speak again the Witch answered, "I find it surprising Glinda would seek comfort from a Wicked Witch."
"Not just comfort…love too." A blush began to spread upon Glinda's cheeks.
The Witch then whipped her head around and approached the blonde at great speed. Her eyes were darker than usual and Glinda didn't know if that was caused by lust or shock. The green woman then removed a key from her pocket and unlocked the chains from around Glinda's wrists. She then moved in even closer and placed a light kiss on The Good Witch's shoulder. Glinda let loose a quick gasp and went to draw the Witch closer but she pulled away.
"Enjoy the release from your chains while you can."
"Where is the young Kansas girl Dorothy?" Glinda asked, she immediately missed the warmth of green woman's body pressing against her own.
"She's safe. She cries a lot though," the Witch replied, as she picked up the chains and put them away.
"She cries because she misses the people she loves. I would cry too if I wasn't with you right now," Glinda answered, her voice soft.
"You lie," the Witch purred.
"I don't lie," the Good Witch retorted, as she caressed an emerald cheek. The Witch enjoyed the touch but stepped away after a few moments.
"You can't seduce me that easily," the Witch said, her voice charming and surprisingly much gentler than Glinda thought it would be.
"Please, Elphie, give yourself up. I don't want you to die. I would be lost with out you." The look in Glinda's gentle eyes caused the green woman's heart to nearly melt.
"Do not stress yourself over my well-being. I don't intent to die. At least not yet," the Witch replied, as she unlocked the door and exited with hardly a second glance.
With lighting speed the Witch mounted her broom and headed out into the sky, so she could inform the Witch Hunters that Glinda the Good was her hostage.
...X...
After delivering her message the Witch headed down to the second floor to check on Dorothy. As she entered the room she saw Dorothy hiding in a corner shivering and trying to control her tears.
"Please...please let me go. I just want to go home!" the young woman wailed.
"We have already been over this. You give me those slippers and you can leave," the Witch replied, with a sneer. Dorothy answered by covering her hands with her face and sobbed harder. "Dry those tears. There's no reason to cry just yet." With that the Witch took a blanket, which was draped over a wooden chair, and wrapped it around the girl's shoulders. "Are you hungry?"
"Your monkeys gave me some bread and fruit not too long ago," the Kansas girl whispered.
"Good, I will be back for another visit soon. Try not to exhaust yourself," the Witch then let out a sigh as she turned and left.
Just as the Witch was out in the hallway, she heard a great shriek of fear coming from her blonde lover.
"Elphie!"
The Witch's brow came together in confusion as she rushed to her room. Once she entered the room she saw Glinda standing on the bed. She held up her dress so she could see what was around her.
"I think I saw a mouse," the Good Witch exclaimed, as she looked relieved to see her green love had come to the rescue.
"Impossible. My cat, Malky, keeps those creatures under control," the Witch said, as she wrapped her arms around Glinda's waist and helped her down from the bed. She smiled secretly when she felt Glinda lean into her body. It amused her to see The Good Witch so fearful over something as simple as a mouse. "Are you alright now, my sweet?"
"I am now that you are here with me," Glinda whispered. The Witch was going to reply when she heard loud shouts coming from outside.
"So The Witch Hunters have come to face me?" The Witch spat, as he eyes drew together in wrath.
"Elphie, please don't do anything foolish," Glinda pleaded. "If you give up then maybe they will leave you alone."
"HA! They would do anything but leave me alone," the Witch spat as she looked the blonde up and down in a leering fashion.
"Come, your Goodness, it's time to address your public." She then led The Good Witch out on the balcony.
Once they came into view one Ozians were quick to shout, "There is Wicked Witch! And she has our beloved Glinda!"
"Tell them to go away, or I will torture you," the Witch whispered, in the Good Witch's ear. Her breath was hot and it made Glinda shutter from pleasure for a moment. The Witch's eyes only hardened as she focused on the Ozians.
"The Witch informs me that she will torture me unless you leave right away!" Glinda shouted to the Witch Hunters. "Please! The Witch swears my safety if you leave now!" When they didn't leave the Witch decided she would have to speak up.
"Don't tempt me Ozians! Just think of all the things I could do to her! Should I tell you Glinda? Should I whisper them in you ear?" Glinda was going to nod her head, for the tone of the Witch's voice was extremely arousing her. She then remembered she was suppose to be a frightened hostage and stayed still. The Witch then secretly placed one of her hands against The Good Witch's legs and began to stroke higher and higher. Glinda gasped in surprise and delight when she felt the hand covering her thigh. The Ozians however took this gasp as something negative.
"Please don't harm our Glinda! We will leave!" One Ozian yelled, as he motioned the others to follow him.
The Witch nodded her head and pushed Glinda away back inside so she was out of earshot. As the Witch Hunters began to fall back another shouted, "But this isn't the last you will hear from us! We will not rest until Glinda the Good and the Witch's Dorothy are free!" The green woman furrowed her brow at the sound of Dorothy's title. She the noticed for the first time that some Ozians held signs that read, "SAVE GLINDA! And "FREE THE WITCH'S DOROTHY!'"
The Witch's shook her head, let a deep angry breath, and she joined Glinda back in her room. She tried to hide her emotions from The Good Witch but failed.
"What is it?" Glinda asked when she saw the shocked look on her green love's face.
"The Ozians have given Dorothy a new title. They're beginning to call her 'The Witch's Dorothy.'"
"Why don't I get a title that relates to you?" Glinda asked with a huff and a slight pout.
"You do have a title. You're 'my sweet,'" A smirk formed upon the Witch's lips. It amused her so to see Glinda jealous.
"That's true but the Ozians don't know that." Glinda retorted with an innocent pout.
"Does it really matter?" The Witch looked at her adoringly.
"Of course it matters. If the Ozians knew how gentle you were, they wouldn't be trying to kill you," Glinda pointed out.
"They won't touch me as long as I have you," the green woman said, as she fixed her black hat.
"Can I touch you instead?" Glinda asked, her eyes shining with love.
"You may but I rather touch you," the Witch purred, as she ran her hands from Glinda's arms down to her breasts before stopping at her waist. Glinda let out a soft moan which made the Witch's mouth turn up in a grin. When The Good Witch tried to reciprocate the green woman pinned her arms to her side. "You know, as well as I do, that I prefer to be in control."
Glinda didn't vocalize an answer instead allowed the Witch to continue. Their encounter was cut short however, when Chistery appeared and made a small sound, almost like a chirp, to get their attention. The Witch let lose a low growl as she turned to the winged monkey. She was quite vexed that they had been interrupted. "What do you want?" She snapped.
Chistery replied by clapping his hands twice and pointing to his feet. This action told the Witch the monkey was talking about Dorothy. It was time fro her to visit the Kansas girl again.
"I'll visit her later, for as you can see I'm quite busy," the Witch said as she turned to continue giving her blonde love attention, but Chistery just clapped his hands louder and made another chirping sound that was piercing to the ears.
"Fine! I will go now. I'll be back my sweet," the Witch said, as she rose up quickly.
"Come back soon," Glinda could only reply, as she watched the green witch and the winged monkey leave her sights to check on Dorothy.
...X...
The Witch hurried down to the second floor to check on Dorothy. When she entered the room Dorothy's head shot up, but this time she looked less fearful.
"Don't tell me you have been crying all this time," the Witch replied, as she closed in on the girl.
"No, I have just been trying to save my strength. I feel so weak," Dorothy answered in a ragged tone.
"You and I both," the Witch muttered, as she helped the young Kansas girl to her feet, and led her over to the opposite corner. "Over here is a cot for you to rest on. To tell you the truth, I don't know how long you are to stay here but..." The Witch trailed off when she noticed Dorothy starting at her intensely. Her brow narrowed in confusion as she asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Elphie, I just never noticed until now what beautiful brown eyes you have," Dorothy replied, as a light blush rose in her cheeks.
The Witch didn't answer right away. She seemed to be lost for words. After a moment or so she got her voice back. "Well, anyway, Chistery here has a basket of food for you and... oh blast! Are you crying again?"
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to," Dorothy whispered as she wiped the lingering tears from her hers.
"Here," the Witch said, as she dug into her pocket and handed the young farm girl a white handkerchief. "Now be a good girl," the Witch added as she lifted a finger and pointed at Dorothy.
The farm girl nodded her head and let small smile form upon her face. A clear sparkle seemed to shine from the eyes of Dorothy and the Witch suddenly knew why. Without wasting another second the green witch went to exit but the young farm girl grabbed her wrist.
"Must you go…so soon?" She asked in such a gentle tone.
The Witch gently pulled her arm away and nodded. "I'm needed elsewhere." Once out the door the green woman let out a sigh as she whispered, "That farm girl is in love, by the Unnamed God the sparkle in her eyes proved it. She's in love with me."