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To all of you who asked if they should be scared by this chapter being 'different' from the last: well... um... perhaps. Slightly. A tiny little bit... You'll see. Read on and decide for yourself.

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Last but not least, this chapter is dedicated to musicgal3, whose birthday was two days ago (more or less; time difference makes it hard to say :3). Better late than never: happy birthday! :D


Two years later…

Chapter 2. Whiskey Girl

'And now, dear Ozians,' announced Morrible, having plastered on her broad fake smile, 'I present to you: his Royal Highness, Prince Fiyero Tiggular of the Vinkus, our new Captain of the Guard!'

Everyone cheered and clapped, and Fiyero stepped onto the stage, giving the people nothing more but a nod and a half-hearted wave. Morrible gushed at him. 'So, Captain, you finally made it!'

'I did.'

'Will you keep Oz safe?' a woman screamed from the audience, and Fiyero straightened his back and raised his chin. 'I will try the very best I can.'

'Does that mean you'll find and kill the Wicked Witches for us?' another woman wanted to know.

Fiyero only faltered for the briefest moment. 'I can assure you that I will do everything in my power to find them,' he evaded the most important part of the question skilfully. Find them he would. Kill them was an entirely different story, but there was no need for them to know that.

'And the Resistance?' a man bellowed. 'They burned down the city hall the other day!'

Fiyero suppressed an impatient sigh. 'I will deal with them,' he said simply. Morrible took over again. 'Dear Ozians!' she said brightly. 'This is a joyful day, for our Prince Fiyero here has been promoted – and under his skilful leadership, the Resistance will be brought down!'

The people cheered, and Morrible turned towards Fiyero. 'Master Tiggular,' she said, narrowing her eyes at him gravely. 'I hope you realise the grave task that has been bestowed upon you with this title.'

'I do, Madame,' he said, and she nodded. 'I certainly hope you do. Your most important task will be to destroy the Resistance.' Her eyes burned with intensity in her make-up plastered face. As usual when she was this uncomfortably close to him, he was struck by the obvious similarities between her and the fish he used to catch in the pond back at the Vinkus. It was like one of those fish had grown arms and legs and rolled around in a make-up box for a few hours before presenting itself to the world as Morgana Morrible.

He had to stifle a laugh at that thought, and Morrible's eyes snapped up to his face, seeming to pierce him with their fierce look. He shifted uncomfortably. 'I hope you realise this isn't a joke, Master Tiggular,' she said in a low, threatening voice. 'Your job is serious. Destroy the Resistance and bring me back that wretched Grimmerie.' She grunted with dismay. 'And if you can… convince the people of the wickedness of the Witches.'

'Why do the people need to be convinced?' he asked, trying not to show that his heart was pounding in his chest at the mere mention of the Witches. 'I'd say they realise what danger the Witches pose.'

Morrible snorted. 'Not even close. Perhaps in the farmlands, they're scared, but here in the City…' She shook her head and clacked her tongue. 'They're too careless. They brush it off, not thinking they're in any immediate danger. Even that new trend of painting oneself green has persisted – they don't associate the colour with the Wicked Witch of the West, no, they associate it with the City itself! They're proud to wear it! There are men and women painting themselves green all over – making it even harder for me to find that little witch!' She snarled in anger, but composed herself quickly. 'That is what I expect you to do as our new Captain, Master Fiyero.'

'Destroy the Resistance. Convince the people. Get back the Grimmerie. Got it.' He saluted. 'I won't disappoint you, Madame.'

'You'd better not, Prince Fiyero.' It was almost as if she was looking right through him. 'And you know there's another task involved with all this, right? The most important task of them all.'

He felt decidedly uncomfortable now. 'What's that, Madame?'

She inhaled audibly, her nostrils wide, and hissed, 'Kill those Witches.'


'Well hello there, gorgeous.' Elphaba slipped onto the bar crutch next to her target and winked at him, sipping her drink. 'Are you here all alone?'

The man, a high advisor of the Wizard, eyed her up and down eagerly. She suppressed a repulsed shiver. 'Yes, I am,' he said in answer to her question. 'But not anymore, apparently.'

She stirred her drink with her finger, never taking her eyes off him. 'How could a man like you be alone for long?' she purred, and he flashed her a grin. 'That's what I'm always wondering myself.'

Oh, what a stuck-up ass! She smiled sweetly at him. 'Can I buy you another drink?'

He waved her away. 'Oh, no. A lady should never buy a man a drink. Hey, Geoey!' he called to the bartender. 'Two more shots!'

'Coming up!' the bartender yelled back, and Elphaba leaned forward, allowing her target a generous look into her low-cut dress. 'Do you come here often?'

'Way too often,' he said, followed by a bellowing laugh. She noticed that his eyes never strayed from her cleavage. Huh. Men.

She slid closer and slipped off her high-heeled shoe, starting to massage the man's calf with her stockinged foot. His eyes widened and she flashed him yet another slightly too innocent smile. 'So… where are your wife and children?' she asked him in a husky voice.

He gulped, suddenly lost for words. 'Um… I'm not married, and I don't have any… um… children.'

'A handsome guy like you?' She trailed the fingers of her one hand down his chest, bringing her other hand up to play with his hair. 'I have trouble believing that.'

He shook his head. 'I don't like being tied down. I'm a free spirit,' he declared. The bartender placed their shots on the bar and the advisor took his and downed it at once. Elphaba scooted closer to him and fluttered her eyelashes seductively. 'Lucky me.'

The man grinned and she took her own shot, throwing her head back as she emptied it, causing her long raven hair to cascade down her back in luscious waves. She saw the man eyeing her eagerly and she smiled a little. This was too easy.

'So what do you say?' she asked him, playing with the buttons of his shirt, opening one, then two. Again, his eyes nearly bulged out of his head. 'Wha- What do you mean?'

She pouted. 'Aren't you going to take me home?'

A grin. 'Oh. Oh… yes, of course, sugar, of course.' He turned to pay for the drinks, and Elphaba's eyes darted around the room for a moment, seeking out Glinda in a dark corner of the tavern. The blonde looked up and Elphaba widened her eyes a little, nodding towards her target. Glinda nodded, understanding, and the green girl turned back to the man. She smiled sweetly at him. 'Ready?'

'Always,' he said, linking his arm with hers and taking her with him, out of the café. Without looking back, Elphaba knew that Glinda was right behind them.

He led them to the richer part of the Emerald City, towards a huge mansion just opposite the Emerald Palace. Elphaba whistled when she saw it. 'Oh, this is beautiful! You must be very important,' she purred, pretending to be oblivious to his position in the government.

He grinned at her. 'I guess you could say that, yes.' He swung open his door. 'Please, enter.'

She brushed past him, a little too closely; and just as she had hoped, he suddenly snatched her to him and started kissing her. She kissed him back, hooking one of her long slender legs around his hip, and he pushed her against the wall, groping her. She pulled back a little. 'Not here,' she said suggestively, tangling her fingers in his hair again and pulling him closer to kiss him again. He lifted her up and she wrapped both her legs around his waist, allowing him to carry her upstairs… and making him forget all about his open front door.

He took her to his bedroom, kicking the bedroom door closed behind them, and he dropped her on the bed, leaning over her. She rolled over, so that she was on top, and brushed her lips against his collarbone. 'Let me,' she purred, and he happily obliged. She started unbuttoning his shirt, every time kissing the newly exposed skin, and he threw his head back and moaned, his eyes closing on their own accord.

He flipped them again, lying on top of her. 'Oz, you're a little temptress, aren't you?' he groaned, and she kissed him in reply. 'Am I?' she whispered seductively.

He laughed. 'You most certainly are.' He cocked his head a little to the side. 'Though I'm not really getting why you painted yourself green.'

Only a faint flicker of annoyance was visible in her face before she straightened it out again – no matter how much these people sometimes irked her, she knew she couldn't show any emotion, and she was good at keeping her composure. 'That's because men tend to find it exotic,' she whispered in his ear, and he nibbled on her earlobe, making her shudder – with repulsion, not pleasure, but little did he know. 'Exotic it is.'

Her eyes flickered briefly towards the doorway when she caught a faint flicker of something pink there, but she quickly focused on her own task again. She felt relieved, though – she hated this part of her job, but fortunately, it was almost over now.

She rolled over again, pinning him down beneath her. 'I'm exotic in more than one way,' she said huskily, and she could see his eyes darkening with lust. 'Show me.'

'My pleasure.' She started kissing him fiercely again, roughly pulling off his shirt in the process, and he groaned in pleasure. She then started unceremonious work opening his trousers, trailing butterfly kisses down his throat; and the moment he closed his eyes again, moaning, Glinda shot into the room and behind the curtain without making so much as a rustling noise.

The moment she was out of sight, Elphaba pulled away again, looking down at him innocently. 'I'll be right back,' she whispered seductively, kissing him briefly on the lips once more. 'I have to use the bathroom.'

He chuckled as she slid off him and made her way in the direction of the bathroom. 'Well, everyone has to go sometimes, of course. I'll be waiting here.' He wiggled his eyes at her suggestively, and she winked at him before disappearing behind the door.

Before she had even closed it, she heard the expected thump from the bedroom and she poked her head around the door again. Glinda was standing next to the bed, a thick book in her hands, and the advisor was lying on his stomach on the bed, unconscious.

Elphaba re-entered the room, smoothing out her dress with a disgusted look on her face. 'Next time,' she told Glinda sourly, 'I will do the sneaking and the beating-the-guy-unconscious part, and you get to seduce him.'

Glinda giggled. 'Oh, Elphie! You did it perfectly!' she assured her friend. 'He totally bought it – you're getting better and better!'

Elphaba looked cross. 'I need a toothbrush. And a whole bucket of toothpaste.'

Her friend rolled her eyes. 'At least he didn't kiss like a dead snail. Remember the one I had last week? He just wiggled his disgusting thick wet tongue into my mouth and left it there. He didn't even move!'

A grin tugged at the corners of Elphaba's lips. 'Why, yes. I suppose it could have been worse.' She tilted her head a little to the side, becoming serious again. 'Do you have the papers?'

Glinda snorted. 'What do you think I am? An amateur?' She handed Elphaba the stack of papers she'd stolen from the man's study. The young witch quickly went through them and nodded, satisfied. 'Good. Now let's clean up.'

Together, the witches lifted the man off the bed and onto the floor. Glinda found a bottle of liquid in the sideboard and opened it, pouring the spirits all over the advisor's clothes, bed, and floor, then leaving the half-empty bottle on the floor, with the man's fingers curled around the bottle neck. Elphaba studied the display for a moment, then nodded again. 'That'll do it.' She looked at Glinda reproachfully. 'Of course, if you had just used the spell Mirilia taught us instead of giving him a blow to the head with a book…'

'I haven't perfected that spell yet!' protested Glinda. 'And this is a great solution, isn't it? He'll wake up with a pounding headache, but when he sees and smells the liquor, he'll just think he's hungover.'

'And the lump on his head?' asked Elphaba pointedly, and the small blonde faltered for a moment before saying smugly, 'He's on the floor, isn't he? He'll think he just toppled over when he drank too much.'

Elphaba shook her head. 'You don't know that.'

'Of course I don't, but he won't find us out, Elphie.' Glinda tentatively hopped over the man and the bottle to stand next to her friend. 'We didn't leave any traces – I checked. He won't find you here in the morning, only a bottle of liquor. Really – he'll just think he got drunk off his ass and hallucinated about you. I've done this before, remember? I know what I'm doing.'

'Just use the spell next time,' said Elphaba crossly. 'It's easier. Not to mention less messy.'

Glinda rolled her eyes. 'Fine.'

Elphaba secured the papers under her arm and looked around the room, assuring herself that they really hadn't left behind any trace at all. 'Good. Now let's get out of here.'


'Back so soon?' Mey greeted them as they entered the small, sloppy building at the outskirts of the Emerald City where Master Gold was hiding.

Within two years, they had made it from two frightened young witches with dream too big for their own good, to two of the most trusted members of the Resistance. Master Gold, or Corrin as the girls could call him, was the Leader of the Resistance, as well as Glinda's boyfriend; he was the one they had to answer to and the one that gave them their tasks.

The two of them worked in the upper circles of the Resistance. Usually, they had to steal important papers from one member of the government or another, and of course there was the occasional murder. Jobs Corrin only trusted very few of his most loyal members with, including, since a few months, Glinda and Elphaba.

During their first year, they had been trained thoroughly in many different areas. Their final test had been spending four months in Quadling Country with Mirilia, a sorceress that taught them how to better use and control their magic; then, now just over a year ago, they had been fully admitted into the Resistance. Slowly but steadily, they had worked their way up and into the good graces of Master Gold, until they had achieved their current position. Elphaba especially was immensely proud of what they had managed to do together; and though Glinda was proud of herself and her friend, too, frankly, she was more impressed by her position as Corrin's girlfriend than by her position as a Resistance member.

Glinda shrugged in response to the Sheep's question and tossed her hair, which was still blonde and slightly wavy, but not curly anymore; she'd grown it out and it now cascaded halfway down her back. 'Piece of cake.'

Elphaba grunted. 'Easily said by you.'

Glinda giggled. Mey wisely steered away from the subject. 'Master Gold said he wanted to see you as soon as you got back.'

Elphaba nodded and made her way up the stairs, Glinda trailing close behind. She knocked on the door and called, 'The white roses in the garden say the Goat has been milked.'

'Come in!' Corrin called from inside, and before he had even finished speaking, Elphaba strode inside, declaring, 'I still think it's an awful password.'

'Well, nice to see you, too, Elphaba,' he said, blue eyes glistening with amusement, and she crossed her arms and huffed. 'I'm serious. I get why you need a password to be convinced that there are Resistance members outside, but can't you find something a bit… cooler? Something that doesn't involve roses and milking Goats?'

Glinda giggled and bounced over to Corrin, pecking his cheek. 'Don't mind her, Corry. She's just in a bad mood because she lost.'

Corrin furrowed his brow in confusion. 'Lost with what?' he asked, puzzled, and Glinda said brightly, 'Rock, paper, scissors.'

Corrin's eyebrows shot up so far that they nearly disappeared into his hairline. 'Are you saying you two play rock, paper, scissors to decide who is going to do what on a particular night?'

Glinda nodded cheerfully. 'Yep. I had rock, she had scissors, so she had to seduce the guy.' She smirked at her friend, who rolled her eyes in response and sighed, 'Don't start, Corrin – I know it's stupid. I've told her that a thousand times, but she insists on doing it.'

'It's fair that way!' insisted Glinda.

'Whatever.' Elphaba dropped the stack of paper on Corrin's desk. 'Here you go.'

Corrin's face brightened. 'Wonderful.' He took the papers and put them away in the false bottom of one of his drawers, locking it with a small golden key. 'Did everything go well?'

'Super smooth,' nodded Glinda enthusiastically. 'Elphie can be quite seductive when she wants to be.'

'Shut up.' Elphaba turned around to stalk out of the room. 'I'm tired – I'm going home.'

'Meet me here again tomorrow at eight!' Corrin called after her. 'I have a new assignment for you!'

'Oh, joy!' came Elphaba's sarcastic and sullen reply from the hallway.