What Lies
Beneath
Chapter 1
Betrayal
Summary: After Fiyero is led away by the Gale Force to die upon the poles in the cornfield, Glinda returns to the palace, alone. Consumed with grief and rage, she casts a powerful spell, changing the fate of not only her destiny, but of Fiyero's and Elphaba's as well. Now she must decide if she can truly live a life, knowing her happiness comes at the cost of one whom she considered her friend, and either stay in this new found world, where she and Fiyero can live happily ever after, or return to her unhappy existence.
Contains OC Siefer from Bro'mance and Psycho Therapy
Glinda screamed in fury as the guard all but tossed her carelessly into her private quarters. Sneering, he spat at her feet before grabbing the gilded handle, and turning, slammed the door shut behind him.
Shrieking, the once bubbly blonde snatched up the edge of her dress, and turning stormed over to her desk. Slamming the palms of her hands against the dark, brandy lacquered surface, she glared icily at the wall. Arching her back, her eyebrows lowered, and arched as her rage rippled hard within her body.
I'm sorry Glin…but…I don't love you…
A low snarl vibrated across Glinda's lips, hearing Fiyero's words echo loud within her mind. Slowly, her fingers curled; the tip of her edges dug deep into the grained wood.
He doesn't love you…he was never yours to begin with…he loves me!
Roaring in rage, Glinda's hands flew across the desk. A burst of air, and the contents fly off and crash against the wall. Whirling around, she all but storms over to her wardrobe, and flinging it open snatches at the fine gowns hung neatly in a row, and plucking them off the hanger, shreds them to pieces.
"I hate you!" she screams.
A soft knock, and Glinda whirls, ready and prepared to face any who dared intrude upon her tantrum.
"Yes" she hissed.
A click of the latch and the door squeaks open. A pregnant pause, and a man peeks his head through the cracks. His dark, sapphire eyes stared worriedly back at the raging blonde.
"Siefer!" stiffening, Glinda absently brushes her fingers down the smooth edges of her dress, and coughing, resumes the image of poise and grace; a façade she had mastered well. "What can I help you with good sir?"
Chuckling, Siefer entered into Lady Glinda's private chambers. Turning, he softly closed the door before stepping closer.
For a moment, Glinda took in the youth, standing before her. He was handsome, with soft, chiseled looks, and strong cheekbones. His eyes were the same color as Fiyero's; save for a shade or two darker. His hair too was a shade or two darker than Fiyero's; save for small wisps of mocha twisted within.
Slowly, her eyes rose and swept across his body and her heart skipped a beat, as she admired his muscular built. The Gale force uniform he wore only accentuated the might of his muscles in his arms.
"Lady Glinda?" asked Siefer. He frowned slightly at the queer look the blonde was giving him and he shifted uncomfortably beneath her heated gaze.
"What?" blinking, she shook her head to clear the fog, "What is it that you needed?" she finished, forcing her voice to once again hold the edge of authority.
"I've come to see if you were alright" he spoke, his voice was gentle, like silk, and it quelled the heat of her rage.
"I'm fine Siefer" waved off Glinda. Turning, she stepped back over to her desk and frowned, annoyed at the mess she had made due to her unfurled anger.
Sighing, she bent down and started to scoop up the miscellaneous papers and quills.
Relaxing, Siefer coughed in his gloved hand, before stepping up beside the blonde, and lowering himself to his knees, gently cupped her trembling shoulder.
Stiffening, Glinda turned and stared wide eyed back at Siefer.
"It's alright" he smiled softly.
A rush of emotions crashed against her already fractured heart. Feeling the last of her barriers shatter, she shivered beneath his touch. Closing her eyes, she dropped the contents to the ground and flung herself against Siefer's chest.
"Why did this…have to happen to me!" she sobbed.
At first, Siefer stiffened, for he had not expected this sort of reaction from the blonde. His heart broke, hearing the heartache embedded deep in her voice. Slowly he wound his arms around her trembling waist, and held her close.
"I don't know milady" whispers Siefer gently. Tears crested along the fine edges of his eyes, feeling the blonde's body racked with sobs, shudder against him. Instinctively his arms tightened around her. "He's a fool" he continued after a moment.
"I" stiffening, Glinda pulled back. Her tear filled eyes stared brokenly back at him, breaking his heart all the more, "What?"
"He's a fool" tenderly, Siefer's fingers rise and wipe away a few stray tears from Glinda's face, "For leaving you" he finished softly.
"No" closing her eyes, she shook her head in admission to the truth, screaming back at her. She knew Fiyero never loved her, yet she blinded herself to the reality echoing back at her. He was never hers, and that one simple truth, killed her. "He never loved me" she whispered brokenly.
"Then he's an even bigger fool" closing his eyes, he lent forward and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, "how could any man not love you"
"He didn't…not even when we first met in Shiz…his heart always belonged to her" she finished in a biting tone.
"Then she has weaved a spell upon our Captain…and I shall see to it that she pays dearly for this" growls Siefer.
It shocked Glinda, to hear Siefer speak so ill of Fiyero, for the two had been boyhood friends, having grown up together in the Vinkus and such.
Siefer was the son of a noble family back in the Gillikin, and his parents were close, personally friends to the Tiggular family as well. As was custom, he and his parents would travel to the Vinkus and spend the summer there.
At the beginning, when Siefer and Fiyero had first met, the two despised each other, often going out of their way to avoid the other. Often times, going to such lengths as to hide in the silver armor lining the great halls.
All that changed, when Siefer saved Fiyero's life.
The two boys were playing by the embankment near the castle; or more appropriately, challenging each other to see who was the bravest. Each one dared the other with some sort of outlandish feat to prove their bravery. Siefer's had been for Fiyero to jump across the creek.
Fiyero, not wishing to back down from the challenge, took it. Taking a few steps back, he ran and leapt from the edge of the creek, and would have made it, had it not been for the ground on the other side being extremely muddy.
Fiyero had lost his footing, and tumbled into the creek. Hitting his head, he quickly sunk beneath the bubbling waters. Panicked, Siefer dived in and after several attempts at finding the Vinkun Prince, finally pulled him from the murky waters to the safety of the embankment.
Hitting the ground, Fiyero coughed, and turning over, vomited up the water he had swallowed when tossed and turned within the currents violent edge.
Panting, he weakly turned over and eyed Siefer, kneeling a foot away, a look of horror on his face.
"You…you saved my life" croaked Fiyero weakly.
"Of course!" exclaimed Siefer, "I couldn't let the crowned Prince drown!"
"Why?" frowns Fiyero confused.
"Are you kidding me!...My parents would kill me!" cries Siefer as he flails his arms wildly around him, "Besides…I'd probably have my desert taken away from me for the rest of my life…if I allowed you to drown" he added.
"Gee…thanks" remarks Fiyero dryly.
"What? Cookie's desert is delicious!"
Shaking his head, Fiyero bowed his head and smiled.
"Thank you" started Fiyero. Turning, he smiled back at Siefer, "For saving my life"
"Well…don't look much into it" grumbles Siefer, "I still hate your stupid butt" smirks Siefer.
After that day, Siefer and Fiyero became inseparable. Every summer, Siefer made sure to visit the Vinkus, and Fiyero in turn, went to see Siefer during the winter months.
They often wrote of their exploits, the girls they dated, the parties they had attended and their hopes for the future. Course, their correspondences stopped, once Fiyero went to Shiz.
It was only by chance, that the two friends had met up again years later, when Fiyero had risen to become the Captain of the Guards, Siefer had by chance enlisted.
Siefer had a good heart and a gentle soul, but a ferocious temper which often times got him in trouble. Fiyero was his wing man, often times being his voice of reason, and the only man capable of quelling the beast within.
He hadn't known much regarding the Wicked Witch, save for her threat to the Wizard, and to the lands. His hatred towards her, only grew, once he had learned of Fiyero's betrayal his hatred for the witch grew, for he was under the belief that his friend would never betray the heart of Glinda Upland, nor his allegiance to the Wizard either.
"Siefer…it's not" starts Glinda, but stops, seeing the rage flickering within his eyes.
"No milady…the Wicked Witch has casted a spell upon him" methodically he rose to his full height, his darkened gaze never leaving Glinda's, and inwardly, she shivered, "As second in command…it is my duty to bring the Witch to justice"
"Siefer" she questioned.
"She betrayed you Lady Glinda" turning, he kneeled before her, "I don't know emotions you hold for her…but she is wicked…she stole the love of your life…she betrayed you"
"She…betrayed me?" she questioned. Inwardly, she knew that what Siefer spoke was only half true, for Elphie had betrayed her, by stealing Fiyero away, but a part of her knew deep down inside, that he was never hers to have.
"She stole the love of your life away…condemning him to death! He burns on the cross as we speak for her sins…for her Wickedness!" growls Siefer.
Images flash within her mind, of Fiyero being strung to the poles and hauled out to the cornfield, his mangled screams still echoed loud in her skull. The brutality of the guards as they beat him, set him on fire, and laughed as he twisted in agony.
"She betrayed me" whispered Glinda.
"She ran like the coward she is and allowed the man she supposedly loved…to suffer in her stead…she is wicked…heartless…soulless" continued Siefer.
"Yes" blinking she turned to face Siefer, "Go then…take your guards and arrest the Witch…make sure she pays for the sins she has casted upon the innocent" growls Glinda darkly.
Smiling, Siefer took Glinda's hand in his and bringing it up to his lips, lovingly kissed her knuckles.
"With pleasure" rising to his feet, he turned and stormed away, leaving Glinda alone in the darkness.
Glinda's mind reeled, replaying the conversation over and over again. Sighing, her hand rose and cupped the side of her head. Her skull throbbed, and it only added to her already growing frustrations.
"No" snapping upright, her eyes darken, "No…even if Siefer and the others find her…Elphaba can still use her magick to defend herself"
Regally, she rises to her feet.
"And even if she surrenders…the punishments dolled upon her by the guards and the Wizard's is not enough to satisfy the wrongs she has committed…she must suffer" an acidic smirk, slides across her slender lips. Slowly she turns and eyes the leather bound tome, sitting half open upon an emerald pedestal. "And I know exactly how"
Stepping over to the book, Glinda's hands rose, and the tips of her fingers lovingly glided across its weathered surface. A flick of the wrist and the book snaps open, the pages ruffle as they flip wildly before the blonde's eyes.
The book had been a gift from Morrible at the completion of her sorcery training. It surprised her, how powerful she had grown over these last few years; a simple truth that neither Elphaba, or Fiyero knew about, for they still believed her to be a mediocre witch, one with powers to frail and fragile to wield. And though she was not as powerful as Elphaba, she still could hold her own, if the opportunity presented itself.
Finally the pages stopped and Glinda peered down at the pages. Deftly, her eyes glided across the pages, and as she read, the smile on her face grew.
Slowly, her hands rose and clutched the edge of the pedestal.
"Oh this is too perfect" smirked the blonde. Bending low, the Good Witch of the North weaves her arms in graceful motions. A flicker of light, and the vibration of her magick, tingles at the tips of her fingers.
Closing her eyes, she chanted the spell.
The wind outside howled, and the sky turned gray and black. Thunder rolled across the sky, casting the world in darkness of only for a moment.
The magick grew stronger, humming in time to the violent torrents, swirling, crashing around her, one last verse, and her curse would be complete.
Uttering the final incantation, her arms jerked skyward as a great crash of thunder ripped across the sky. Darkness encompassed around her, and before silence fell and the world crashed into oblivion.
A low, weak moan slipped through Glinda's lips. Clenching her eyes, her hands rose and pressed against her temples.
Suddenly, she stiffened, feeling strong arms wrap protectively around her slender waist.
Slowly, she turned her head to the side, and her eyes widened at the figure spooned tight against her body.
"F…Fiyero?" she questioned
Slowly, Fiyero's eyes blinked open, and a soft smile, crested on his lips. Moaning, he gently pulled the blonde against him.
"Hmm good morning love"