A/N: Ok, so I am going to write some Gelphie Fanfiction here, it's pretty much just here to satisfy my hunger for more Gelphie stuff XD

I am a fairly young writer, though I'm not willing to reveal my age. I am always in need of constructive criticism and perhaps a few good points, so please leave me a review and I will always do my best to change things to make my story better!

This is the first fanfiction I have ever written, so I am very inexperienced. There is smut in this, and it is fluffy. I am sorry if it is rather rubbish, please point out where I can improve (and don't kill me XD)

Disclaimer: is this really necessary? Ok; I do NOT own Wicked or the Characters. If I did, Fiyero wouldn't exist, or at least wouldn't get with Elphaba and Gelphie would be Canon. Like, very Canon. They'd get married at the end. *imagines 'I'm not that girl' sung by Fiyero as Glinda and Elphaba made out in the background XD*

Please also note that until this is complete, everything here can and will be edited. So of something is rubbish, please don't just give up hope XD I can fix it!


"I have to go." She muttered, emotionally torn.

Galinda watched helplessly as Elphaba fled the room. She cursed under her breath, and sat on the bed. Had she gone too far?

"You're welcome!" She called sarcastically, but her heart wasn't in it. No, that was invested somewhere else. Somewhere it probably shouldn't be.

She only wanted to try and befriend the green girl. She knew that she owed her that much. Besides, she wasn't sure how long she could keep this act up. She'd never really hated Elphaba, at first it had been a joke but she'd gotten carried away. Truthfully, she admired Elphaba's bravery, caringness And independence.

Worridly, she peered out of the window. It was winter, and it was raining outside, the biting cold and sharp wind made it feel as if you were being sliced apart. And Elphaba had gone out in nothing but a simple frock. She had no idea where she had even gone, but she hoped the stubborn old thing would be ok, and have sense to return fairly soon.


Elphaba splashed through puddles, each drop of rain assaulting her like the punches she would like to land on herself for allowing her feelings to get out of hand.

She was so close to touching Galinda, so close to doing something that would betray her emotions. It was clear that she was in love with Fiyero, how could she even like her?

She decided to try and make herself hate Galinda. There had to be a way. Think of anything that she could against her. That she'd started lots of bullying against her, that she'd given her the stupid hat as a prank, that she'd tried to change everything about her to make her conform to other peoples ideas of perfection...

she couldn't do it. She couldn't hate Galinda.

Galinda might be a little naive, self obsessed and thoughtless, but this was just the way she was brought up to be. Elphaba knew that behind her act, behind the theatrics and the popularity, she was an independent thoughtful girl who was just willing to break free. It was almost as if that girl was hiding from the big, scary world, the judgemental people and the constant disappointments of life.

Elphaba wished she was able to do that, as well.

She'd decided to take a walk to nowhere to calm her thoughts, which, in retrospect, was not a great idea. She was cold and soaking wet through, in nothing but a dark thin dress, a pair of brown boots and a damp pink flower in her sodden loose hair. The rain continued to pelt her as she stood still, now in the middle of the park near the college. The trees around shook in the wind, raindrops bounced off the concrete path. She knew she'd have to go back to her room and face Galinda again. Maybe she wouldn't have to talk to her...

She turned and looked towards where she'd come from; the gentle glow of Shiz just visible over a line of trees. All of her troubles would be distant if one of them wasn't harboured in her heart. She didn't hate Galinda, she hated herself for being so weak against the kindness the blonde showed. Why was it that she could go around unaffected by people's constant scorn, but the moment someone was nice to her, it apparently resulted in an emotional crisis?!

The answer was as obvious, despite the fact that she didn't want it to be.


"Oh Oz, Elphie!" Galinda yelled as her friend finally stepped back through the door.

"It's been an hour and I've been worried sick! Don't you dare do that to me again!" She shouted, rushing over to the green girl who stood shivering in the doorway. She felt her cheeks gently, which were ice cold. She was dripping wet through.

"Oh, Elphie!" She whispered, worridly.

"Stay here for a second, I'll grab some towels." She burbled, panicked, before running through to the bathroom. She returned with a few large towels, one of which she put around the green girls shoulders. She then directed her through to their bedroom.

"You'll need to take your dress off." Galinda told the green girl. She nodded, and let the towel be taken off for the zip to be undone by Galinda.

"I won't look." The blonde assured her roommate, going to the other side of the room and facing the wall while Elphaba undressed. She was soon wrapped in just a towel. She hadn't talked yet, she found that she didn't know what to say. She sat on the edge of the bed, while Galinda brushed her silky dark hair through and towel dried it. She was a lot drier now and a bit warmer. Now she needed to get out of the damp towels and in to dry clothes.

Galinda left to go to the bathroom while Elphaba redressed, and upon her return she found Elphaba shivering violently in her bed. Her face softened in sympathy for Elphaba. She grabbed a pink fluffy dressing gown out of her wardrobe and took it over to Elphaba, managing to coax her into a sitting position and slip the garment on. At least now she'd be warmer.

"I'm sorry for worrying you. You shouldn't worry about me." Elphaba apologised, still shaking.

"I do worry about you. I care about you a lot, you know, you silly old green thing!" She exclaimed in reply. Elphaba smiled a little, touched that Galinda really cared.

"But I don't understand why you ran away." She frowned Elphaba sighed.

"I... I was surprised. You were being nice to me. No-one has done that before." She explained.

"I mean, you turned your back on your friends. They wanted you to stop dancing and you just turned away from them... for me. You gave up your friends for me."

"You're the only friend I want, Elphie." Galinda told her.

"Not only that but for the first time in my life, you defended me. For seventeen years I have blamed myself for the death of my mother. You're the first person who hasn't blamed me too." She added, beginning to cry.

"I don't think you know how much that means to me." She whispered, as Galinda wiped away a tear with her thumb.

"And... And... You called me beautiful. No-one has ever even called me anything less than ugly, disgusting, vile, creepy. It surprised me." She admitted, as Galinda threw her arms around her.

"Personal space." Elphaba hissed under her breath, intended as a well meant reminder. She knew she was very awkward.

"Fuck you and your personal space... well, maybe just your personal space." Galinda joked, causing Elphaba's cheeks to darken slightly. Galinda felt Elphaba's forehead, which was still cold.

"You should go to sleep now, rest will do you well. And I'm sleeping with you." Galinda decided.

"What?!" Asked Elphaba, shocked.

"It'll be a cold day in hell before I leave you in this bed alone to freeze to death." Protested Galinda, laying down beside Elphaba. Her mind repeated over and over that this was a perfectly normal and friendly thing to do. Her heart suggested otherwise, similarly so for Elphaba.

"Fine." Elphaba sighed, grudgingly, allowing Galinda to nestle in with her. They put the lights out and settled down to sleep, Galinda holding Elphaba in a light and 'friendly', she told herself, embrace.


Galinda was suddenly startled awake by the quickened breathing of Elphaba, at a closer range than she was used to. Usually she'd start thrashing about and Galinda would throw something at her to snap her out of it; a teddy or hairbrush or something. But suddenly she felt bad for doing that all those times, when she noticed the tears running down her cheeks and a single word muttered under her breath over and over as her fists began to flail.

'Mother'.

Galinda caught her fists before she damaged anything or anyone, and began to stroke her hair, soothing her gently. She continued sobbing softly for a few moments, before her eyes fluttered open. Her breaths still came too fast.

"Elphie?" Galinda asked. Elphaba knew she'd had a nightmare, and knew it would be easiest to explain. She found that she couldn't talk for a few moments, but allowed herself to be held gently by Galinda while she shook violently. The genuine lack of control over herself always upset her when she had a nightmare, but somehow Galinda being there made it better.

Soon the shakes subsided and her breathing was calmer. She nestled into Galinda weakly, giving herself in to the gentle affections.

"Would it help you if we talked about your nightmares?" Galinda asked, softly.

"Maybe, I don't know." Elphaba shrugged.

"Have you ever talked to anyone else about them?"

"No, I haven't trusted anyone enough." The green girl replied.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, you know." Galinda assured her roommate, who was uncharacteristically snuggled into the crook of her arm.

"It's fine I mean... I want to... I trust you." She rushed, stuttering a little with this confession. Galinda nodded kindly, as Elphaba went on.

"The day Nessa was born... I wasn't allowed to be let with mother. I was 3 years old, but I still remember the day. I remember the cries of mother, her pleas. And then she fell silent. There was the cry of the baby... And the howl of my father." She explained, the tears pouring.

"I started to cry, but father just burst out of the room and started yelling at me. 'She's dead, Fabala. She's gone, and it's because of you!'. And my nightmares- well they are just those moments over and over. The events never change, but every time I hope father will come out crying of happiness, and mother is alive. The emotions are always there."

Galinda wrapped Elphaba in her arms and rocked her back and forth gently, stroking her face clear of the tears. Elphaba was still cold, despite being all wrapped up.

"I'm so sorry, Elphie. I am so, so sorry." She whispered caringly.

"It hurts." She told her, shortly, her face crumpling. Galinda didn't let go of her until her breath was even again, and she had cried herself to sleep. And not even then, as she lay down with her arms still tightly around the green girl.

She lay awake for a while, her chin resting on Elphaba's forehead, feeling the warm breath of the green girl on her neck. She thought back to Elphaba saying that she trusted her, and felt privileged in being the sole person that the green girl trusted.

Through her life, she'd seen the trust her friends had for her as an expectation. Everyone should trust her, she was a great person.

But when it came to Elphaba, she was honoured to have her trust. It was like the greatest gift she could be given. She found herself startled by these thoughts, she couldn't work out what made Elphaba different from anyone else she knew.

Aside from obvious differences, I.e: skin colour, she couldn't think of any.

Except from one thing: all the other friends she'd ever had were just that; friends. Not even good ones at that, they'd spill her secrets in a heartbeat.

Elphaba was different,

and she was in love with her.