Author's Note: You are not getting an author's note because I have had to rewrite this STUPID thing FIVE times because my STUPID computer kept on SHUTTING DOWN JUST AS I FINISHED IT!!!!! -sobs- I need a huggggggg...
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Title: The Dare
Rating: T
Summary: When Fiyero participates in a game of Truth or Dare, he receives the challenge of a lifetime: become quite intimate with the Green Girl. The prize? One hundred thousand dollars. The result? You find out. And PS: Bonus points for actually...loving her.
Elphaba awoke to find herself in the school infirmary. She sat up on the stiff cot and looked around; she was all alone.
She expected to have a huge headache like people always do in stories but found that the only substantial pain was located where the water had splashed her; mainly on her wrists and face. It was nothing much as she had experienced much worse. Say, the time she was pushed headfirst into a puddle. But it bothered her how out of control her…power was. Elphaba liked staying in control of her body as it made life a bit more predictable. And normally she'd been able to control it, to calm herself down. This time was different.
"Oh, deary! You're awake! Are you feeling better?" A heavyset woman bustled in balancing a silver tray laden with a bowl of lovely smelling soup and a glass of herbal tea on one arm and a box labeled Ointments on the other.
"Ohhh, yes. We'll get you all fixed up in no time. And you can call me Madame Idiasa. Weird name I know, but I didn't birth myself so I didn't get a choice!" The nurse said joyfully. She unfolded a brown tray table and situated it next to the bed, laying the food and drink down in the process.
Elphaba could not help but crack a smile at the woman's sincerity. The woman noticed the patient's smile and returned it with a very warm one of her own. "I guess I'm just a bit too cheery for this wee hour, hm? Well, I guess it's not really that early seeing as classes just started."
At this Elphaba shot up in bed, her good mood gone. "I-I have to go. I just can not miss the first day of classes!"
The nurse gently pushed Elphaba back down into the white linens. "Oh, no you don't. We still have to give you another round of ointments. You've got quite the burns! And you have to eat your meal. Did you know that skipping a meal can cause you to lose weight? Yes yes, I know. I was confused at first as well. But it all makes perfect sense and honey, you've got to gain some weight. You're no thicker than a green bean!" Madame Idiasa realized her use of words and flushed. "So sorry, my dear, so sorry. Pardon my rudeness."
"It's okay. I get it all the time." Elphaba said wryly.
The nurse seemed to have missed the meaning of that statement and continued on with her caretaking. "Goodness, just eat!"
"But what about-"
"Yes. You are excused from classes. I know you kids would do anything to skip class these days, so aren't you lucky! You have a real good excuse."
"Actually," the patient intervened. "I happen to enjoy learning."
"Oh. Well! Oh. In that case I'll be done in just a few clock-ticks." Madame Idiasa removed a tube of ointment and proceeded to rub it over Elphaba's burns.
Elphaba had to admit it; the cooling creme felt very good against her singed skin. Just as she felt herself relax, the door to the clinic slammed open and Madame Morrible strode in.
Oh Lurline, what's wrong?
"Where is she? Where is Miss Thropp?" She arrived at Elphaba's beside and grinned. "Ah! The Talent Girl. Ah, yes. Please excuse us, Madame."
She shoved Elphaba's nurse out of the way and once the room was silent, spoke. "Miss Elphaba, I have waited so many years for a student like you. So many years!"
Talent Girl felt a smile slowly slide onto her face. Apparently, she was definitely not in trouble.
"Yes,yes! Be happy my dear, for I am enrolling you in my ex-clusive sorcery program. I know you'll do just fine. And if I find you exceptionally good…why, I'll just take you to the Wizard himself! But for now you need rest. Just take the remainder of the day off and rest."
"But I'm not even-"
"Hush hush! Every young woman, no matter how talented, needs sleep when they are unwell."
"All right. But Madame, may I ask you what I did? You know…back there?" Elphaba inquired curiously.
"Um, well, oh. Let's just say," The headmistress started slowly, meticulously choosing the words she was to say next. "That if I arrived a clock tick or two later, half of Shiz would have lost their virginity." With that said, Madame Morrible left the room.
Holy shit.
(This is a line. No, it is not me pretending to be a line. It is a line. You see it? Good.)
Fiyero Tiggular slumped in his chair in Life Sciences. He was bored. Way bored. And the sad part of this predicament was that it was only the second day of school. He looked over at his now-girlfriend Galinda. She was…beautiful. Perfect. He loved the way her golden hair twinkled in the fluorescent lighting. And her curls…her curls. He always had a fleeting urge to pull on one of her curls and see how far it could stretch.
Fiyero winced; his brain hurt from all of this thinking. I mean, really. That was more thinking than he usually did in a week. The only thing that could cure a brainache, he decided, was a nap. He should take one…
And so he did.
