A/N: Ummm...hi! This is my first fanfic...period... And I got the idea while playing on the PlayStation. It's unbeta'd, so all mistakes are mine, and really AU, because the characters are in the real world, not at Shiz. Or in Oz in general. New York, actually. Also, yes, Elphie is green, but there's a reason for that and it will be displayed in later chapters. Reviews are love.

Elphaba roared down the blackened streets of New York City, feeling the thrum of the motorbike's engine through her entire body. She enjoyed this, the private rides that she took at night-time, when the skies were dark and the stars were lost behind the artifical light that emanated from streetlamps.

Avenue A. It had been months. But she had missed the worn buildings; the dark shapes of the homeless huddled under threadbare blankets for warmth. To her, it was home. She hadn't grown up here, rather, escaped here at the tender age of 17. Her dad was an asshole. A mysogonist asshole. Her mother was dead, and her sister, born without arms, was in the care of a nanny in Los Angeles. Elphaba didn't like to dwell on any of those memories.

Elphaba slowed the bike as she saw something up ahead; it looked like a scuffle. As she steered the bike to the side of the road, the single headlight illuminated the figures: two men, and a woman; a short blonde. The engine cut off, bathing the street in silence that was broken by the grunts of the men and the pathetic whimpers of the girl.

"Avaric."

The shorter of the men turned. Grinning, he said "Well, well... Looks like the princess has returned to the humbled kingdom. What's tha matter? Miss me? Look, Fiyero. The green girl."

And indeed Elphaba was green. She pulled off her helmet, allowing her luscious black hair to tumble down her back. She heard the girl, their victim, gasp as Elphaba's skin was reflected in the light of a nearby streetlamp. Emerald skin covered Elphaba's high, defined cheekbones, and travelled down her neck, disappearing beneath the black leather jacket she wore. Even her lips were green, albeit a darker shade than her skin.

The other man, Fiyero, gazed at Elphaba with obvious disinterest; clearly more interested in the blonde that they had planned to defile. "Charmed, as usual."

Elphaba tilted her head briefly to the side, staring at the new tattoos Fiyero had gotten since she last saw him. Blue diamonds covered his forehead in a wreath-like pattern; making him appear as some sort of royalty. Although, he always considered himself to be the Prince of Avenue B. Her gaze slid past him, to the trembling blonde. She had to be under five feet tall, and her blonde hair fell in golden ringlets about her shoulders. She was wearing a pink tank top, with a matching mini skirt, and silver-sequined four inch heels.

Elphaba's gaze travelled again to Avaric, and a wolfish grin overcame her features. "You choose them prettier every time, Ric. Care to share?"

Avaric's face broke out in a grin that rivalled Elphaba's. "I knew you couldn't resist, E. Go ahead." He gestured towards the blonde, who had backed herself against the wall of one of the buildings; her eyes tightly shut. Elphaba advanced, placing one hand on the blonde's waist, while the other brushed over her face, sweeping some of the blonde hair out of her eyes as she whispered, "What's your name, girl?"

The blonde leaned into the touch, her eyes fluttering open. She sucked in a gasp as her eyes met the green girl's; barely visible, but highlighted in a dark brown, the colour of overturned soil. She opened her mouth to speak, but her words only came out in the barest whisper.

"M-my name's Ga- Galinda."

Elphaba's head tilted as the blonde's eyes bore into her. They were blue, like a sky at midday, or a stream that trickled through the woods, undisturbed. They were hypnotising, and beautiful. Like her name.

"Galinda..." Elphaba tried the name out on her tongue, pleased when it rolled off easily, and wonderfully. "Don't worry lass... I won't hurt you..."

Avaric, who had been listening intently to the whispered exchange, called out, "Don't lie Elphaba! That'll make it worse for her."

Elphaba, ignoring Avaric, leaned her head closer to Galinda's, whispering "You're safe. Don't worry." And then she kissed her. Just the slightest brush of lips, but it sent a jolt of electricity through Elphaba's body. She crouched slowly infront of the blonde, her hands brushing the expanse of her thighs that were not hidden under the short skirt.

"Please..."

The whimper came from above Elphaba, but whether it was a plea to stop or to continue, she didn't know. Regardless, Elphaba's hands travelled down and cupped the backs of Galinda's knees, her cheek resting on the soft skin of Galinda's left thigh.

Faster than Avaric, Fiyero or Galinda could comprehend, Elphaba had risen, drawn the gun the was hidden in her boot, shot both the men in their kneecaps and pulled Galinda over to her bike. Elphaba slung her leg over the bike and handed the helmet to the blonde girl, who immediately put it on and hopped on the bike behind her saviour. She jumped a little as the green girl kick-started the bike, and wrapped her arms too tightly around Elphaba's midsection as the bike lurched forward, propelling them both into the inky darkness.