A/N (xMegxGiryx): Hey, guys! This is a Glessa or Glindarose (meaning Glinda/Nessarose) fanfiction! It's an intermission fic, mostly musical based, and a bit AU. Please read and review!
A/N: Hello fellow Ozians, it's TheWitch'sDorothy! This is my and xMegxGiryx's new collaboration. I'll write one chapter, she'll write the next one, and we'll switch off like that. Please read and review! We hope you enjoy the story! :D
"She doesn't really love you! How can you be so naïve?!" Fiyero's parting words echoed through her head as she sat in a secluded section of the library, staring fixedly at book titles that meant next to nothing to her. Nessarose buried her face in her delicate hands and shook her head, trying to clear the doubts that he had placed there. Letting out a deep sigh, she took her hands away from her face and forced herself to calm down. He doesn't know what he's talking about. He doesn't know Glinda as well as he thinks- or pretends to think- he does. Inwardly, Nessarose cursed the day Glinda had decided to trust Fiyero with the truth of their relationship. While the prince had been supportive at first, after Elphaba's departure he had become more and more irritable, more of a source of strife than one of comfort. Truth be told, Nessarose was just overwhelmed by all that had happened over the past few months. Her and Glinda's relationship had been tested to the point of endurance, the strain of keeping it hidden from the population of Shiz and dealing with everything around them pushing them both to their limits.
It had all started to go awry when Glinda returned from the Emerald City-alone. Elphaba had left her, choosing instead to dedicate herself to her cause and openly declare defiance against the Wizard. The blonde had been in tears, not able to speak without being gripped by racking sobs. Nessarose had done her best to comfort her, as it hurt her beyond belief to see the woman she loved brought to so low by grief, but she could barely process what had happened. Her sister, the girl who swore that she would always be there for her, had left her all alone. And for what? For some stupid Goat and some monkeys, and in doing so, she'd hurt everyone who ever cared about her! Nessarose couldn't ever forgive her for that. Nessarose began to spend every waking moment with the blonde woman, holding her hand, kissing her, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, anything to get her mind of off Elphaba. It was around this time, when the two girls had become even closer, that Fiyero had begun lashing out at them, though whether it was out of hurt that they had each other while he had no one or as a way to take out his pent-up frustration, Nessarose wasn't quite sure. All she knew was that suddenly, she had to (essentially) take care of Glinda, deal with Fiyero's criticisms, keep up with her schoolwork, and keep herself from going out of her mind. It was something that shouldn't have to be put on the shoulders of anyone, much less a sixteen-year-old, wheelchair-bound university student.
As if that hadn't been bad enough, it was soon after that the newspaper articles began to print. Nessarose could barely stand to look at anyone when they did, not wanting to see the looks of pity- or increasingly often, fear or disgust- that came her way. She had begun to stay up all night, dividing her time between Glinda and homework, something that didn't help her grades any. It was around this time, when Nessarose was on the verge of breaking, that Glinda snapped out of whatever mindset she was in. Nessarose had been crying, frustrated and angry at all that had happened, and for the first time in months it was Glinda was the one who was doing the comforting. The blonde's sweet kisses brought Nessarose back to herself and they flourished because of it. It was then that Nessarose had felt that there was maybe a little hope, a cause to be happy. But once again, the idiot that was Fiyero Tiggular had to ruin it with his thoughtless. Honestly, Nessarose didn't understand what Elphaba saw in him.
It was because of him that Glinda had stormed into the room they now shared, wiping away tears of hurt and anger. (For once in her fishy life, Morrible had taken pity and allowed them to room together. Nessarose thought it was so that she could deal with Glinda, so the head wouldn't have to. It was no secret to her that Morrible despised the blonde, so the arrangement worked out well. Though if she knew about their relationship, Nessarose knew that she wouldn't have been so giving.) Apparantly, Fiyero had cornered her after dinner and told her that Nessarose was too good for her, that someone as fake as Glinda didn't deserve to have someone so genuine love her. Nessarose had gingerly slipped onto the bed, holding Glinda tightly in her arms and kissing her tears away, silently cursing Fiyero. She'd never asked for his opinion, so why in Oz's name did he feel so entitled to give it? She understood that he missed Elphaba, so did she, but that didn't give him the right to try to tear them apart! She had stayed with Glinda until the girl had fallen into an exhausted sleep, before quietly leaving their room and going off to find the idiot that had caused all of this.
She'd found Fiyero standing outside the main building, looking out across the lamplit grounds of Shiz with a wistful expression on his face. His dark blond hair had shone in the lights as he stared out towards the library. When she had furiously asked him why he'd talked to Glinda, he told her that Glinda didn't love her, that she only wanted something to call her own and since Elphaba had left her, Nessarose was the next person in line. That had infuriated her to no end and she had left in disgust, resisting the urge to reach up and punch the older boy in the face. Having no desire to be near anyone, she had gone to the only place that she could think of that she would be left alone: the library.
Now she was sitting among the rows of encyclopdias that Elphaba had once engrossed herself in deciphering while the Rhinoceros was dusting off the heavy tomes and replacing them back in their spots on the shelves. Sighing, Nessarose decided that it would be for the best if she returned to her room. She still had an entire paper to write for Dr. Dillamond's class, anyway.
She didn't hear the thud of the book as the librarian pushed too far into the bookshelf and it fell.
She didn't hear his cry of warning.
There was a flash of pain and all went black.
When Nessarose awoke, nothing seemed familiar anymore. Not the sterile white ceiling and walls, not the sheets and blankets she was lying under. She was in a hospital, she reasoned, but why? A shooting pain went through her head as she opened her eyes wider, forcing her to squeeze them shut again. My head, I must have done something to my head. But what? She struggled to remember. A library… The memory faded just as quickly as it came. What was I doing in a library? Why was I there? Panicking, Nessarose found that she couldn't recall why. Forcing herself to calm down, she told herself to recount all she could remember. My name is Nessarose Melena Thropp. I'm sixteen years old and I go to Shiz University. I have a sister named Elphaba; she's nineteen. My father is Frexspar and he's the governor of Munchkinland. Suddenly, a voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Nessa? Nessa! Thank Oz, you're awake!" The voice sounded quite familiar to Nessarose, but she couldn't remember to whom it belonged. Turning her head, she caught a glimpse of a very pretty blonde girl sitting beside her. The girl looked to be her sister's age, with golden curls that fell around her face and bright azure eyes filled with relief. With a jolt, Nessarose suddenly became aware that the girl's hand was holding hers and she blushed in embarrassment. Why is she holding my hand? Do I know her? Finding her voice, Nessarose managed to speak.
"Who- Who are you?"