A/N Another slightly depressing one-shot, this time, my interpretation of No Good Deed. Please read and review. FYI, I don't own Wicked.
"Fiyero!" I cried, no longer caring if anyone could hear me. If he was gone, what was left to be free for? I had to find him. No. I had to save him. He'd saved me so many times. And yet it was me who had let him die. I should never have let him come with me. I'd only put him at risk, because I was too stupid, too selfish to protect him. To push him away.
I put those thoughts to the back of my mind. As much guilt as I felt, all that mattered now was that I tried to save him. I wrenched open the Grimmerie, flicking through its pages. I couldn't read much of it, but I saw one phrase that told me that this was the right spell. I began to chant as fast as I could.
"Eleka nahmen nahmen atum atum eleka nahmen nahmen atum atum eleka nahmen"
My entire consciousness became lost in the spell, in my love for him, my desperation for saving him.
"Let his flesh not be torn, let his blood leave no stain, though they beat him let him feel no pain..."
I continued to chant, unaware of what I was saying, but desperate to save him. But it was all futile, wasn't it? None of the magic I'd ever done had gone right. He was dead. My Fiyero was dead. I'd failed him. I couldn't save him. One more person who I'd loved, ruined, because of me. I was a failure.
My father had been wrong. People could love me. But they shouldn't. No one should ever love me. Because all I did was hurt them.
Nessa. My beautiful sister, crippled because of me. And it took me almost two years to go and pay her back for all I'd ruined for her. That wasn't all. I'd taken away her mother. The chance to have a full, loving family unit. I'd taken the man she loved, by trying to give her what she deserved. I'd turned him into tin. He had no heart. There was no one to love her anymore.
Doctor Dillamond. My noble history teacher. My role model, my idol. Admittedly, it hadn't been my fault that he was imprisoned. That had been the stupid bloody Wizard. But I had failed to save him. Now, his beautiful ideas were gone. Silenced. Literally. I had tried to save him. Honestly tried. But failed.
Fiyero. The latest person to fall victim to my failings. He should have stayed with Glinda. Safe. I should never have allowed him to come with me. Never should have let myself fall in love with him. And now he was dead. Gone. And it was all my fault.
Well, I couldn't have been seeking good. If I'd have been good, no one would have been hurt by my hand. Attention. That was it. That was what I had always wanted. No one ever gave me any, so I wanted some. And I didn't care what I did to get it.
Something had changed within me. Something had snapped. Not like before, when I defied gravity in the Wizard's Palace all that time ago. No. Everything had gone. Suddenly, I didn't care about the Animals anymore. I didn't care about anything anymore. Except myself. There was no point thinking about anybody else, because it only hurt them. I was done with being good. So I made my decision aloud.
"Let all Oz be agreed, I'm Wicked through and through since I cannot succeed Fiyero saving you, I promise no good deed will I attempt to do again, ever again, no good deed, will I do, again!"
And I knew, for only the third time in my life that this was right. Although I knew that I would probably regret it later, I figured something. Something important. No good deed goes unpunished.
A/N To all you overly-obsessed Wicked fans, you didn't read some of those lines, did you? You sang them. I hope you guys enjoyed it - remember, I love reviews!