A/N: So my friend Steph and I came up with this idea on the bus. How and why we came up with it, I'm not sure. But that's what happened. Keep a lookout for her version (to be posted soon). Anyway, if the Gelphie seems a little, well, odd… it was intended to be that way! After all, this is Fiyero's POV…
THIMBLES! And on with the fic…
Saran VD
The Wedding
Prologue
I hadn't seen Elphaba Thropp in four months, and I must confess that it was nice to see her again. We had gone up to her bedroom, and the two of us just stood there, surrounded by lace. I was surprised by how, well, pink it was. What had happened?
I was about to ask when everything was explained by a short blonde pouf of energy came flying into the room and wound her arms around Elphaba's neck.
"Elphieeee!!!!!!!"
"Oh, sweet Oz, Glinda, now what?" The tall green woman sighed to her blonde companion.
Glinda stood on the very tips of her toes to give Elphaba a tiny kiss. "Let's get married!"
Elphaba sighed yet again. "Glinda, we got married three months, fourteen days, and…" she glanced at the tiny clock Glinda had resting on the mantelpiece. "Four hours, fifty-eight minutes and thirty-nine seconds ago."
"Fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two…"
"Glinda are you paying any attention to what I'm saying?"
"Fifty seven, fifty eight, fifty-nine, FIFTY-NINE MINUTES, Elphie! HAH!"
Elphaba considered Glinda for a moment, and then decided that she wasn't worth her time. "So, Fiyero, you were saying?"
I couldn't say anything. My tongue was (perhaps permanently) stuck to the roof of my mouth, and I couldn't have spoken even if I had wanted to. So I just stood there, grinning like an idiot.
Apparently, Glinda was having no problem talking. "But Elphie, I found the most darling dresses for us to wear…"
"First off," said Elphaba coolly, in the manner of a mother scolding a child, "I will not wear anything that could be described as 'darling'." Glinda deflated a bit. "Second, we went through this three months, ten days…" Another glance at the clock. "nine minutes and ten seconds ago: white is not my color. It makes me look like a tree."
My tongue unstuck as I held back laughter. "Doesn't everything?"
She glowered at me, and I cowered. "No, Yero. I don't look like a tree in a tux."
Oh my Oz, funniest image ever. My, well I guess, now ex-girlfriend the Wicked Witch of the West in a tux smiling broadly as Glinda the Good came striding down the aisle holding a big extravagant bouquet of roses and wearing a big extravagant white wedding dress. I laughed out loud this time.
Elphaba decided to ignore me and my craziness. "And why do we need to get married again, anyway?"
"Myoo Org has come out with her new line of wedding gowns, Elphaba! I just have to buy one!"
"So divorce me! Marry Fiyero!"
Glinda's eyes sparkled. "B-b-b-but… Elphie, I love you! How dare you suggest I g-g-go and marry him?" She gave me a look of purest loathing.
"Woah!" I said, not wanting to have a part in their catfight. "Leave me out of this!"
"Fine," said Elphaba coolly. She turned to Glinda, and the stern look in her eyes melted away. "Do you really want another wedding, Glinda?"
Glinda nodded without ever taking her eyes off of the other woman.
"Then we'll have one," said Elphaba, bending down a little to give a Glinda a kiss. "We'll have the biggest, best fairy-tale wedding you could ever imagine."
Oh boy. This should get interesting.