A/N: so, here's an update. I hope you guys like this chapter -- it's not too long, sorry. Read and review, please!

Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked -- good God, that was formal.

Lurline was approaching the following week, the week before the sisters had to leave for Shiz. Elphaba wanted to get her sister something extra special; something that she would always love. She constantly sat by the pond to think about Nessarose's gift. And constantly, she would hate her own ideas.

One day, when the sisters were at the pond, Elphaba decided to just ask what Nessarose wanted as a birthday present. It was a logical plan, and Elphaba thought that she would be able to get her sister the exact thing that she wanted.

"Legs."

"Excuse me, Nessa?" Elphaba asked. She had just seeked an answer to the question that seemed impossible to her, and Nessarose answered with an even more impossible answer. "What did you say?"

"Elphaba, I think that you heard me," Nessarose stated. She had a hint of desperation in her voice. "Oh, Elphaba, I want legs! They do not even have to work! Can you just please make me a pair of legs that look the part? You are so good at that protective magic!" It was true.

Whenever it seemed that someone tried to harm Nessarose, and Elphaba was around, she would feel a growling in the bottom of her stomach. She would start to chant subconsciously, then some type of force would be released onto whoever was hurting the poor girl.

The first time that this happened was when children were making fun of Nessarose's deformed body, right outside their house. Elphaba had just heard the children, and ran outside. Before she could do anything, she felt as though she was going to vomit. She kneeled down on the ground, then began to subconsciously say nonsense words. She thought she was going crazy. Then, as if her body pulled itself up, she stood up and pointed at the children who were teasing Nessarose. Elphaba made float about six feet off of the ground, then land back down harshly. The children ran away, screaming, and Frex pulled Elphaba into the house.

"What was that?" he hissed, afraid that Nessarose would hear.

"I do not know!" Elphaba said, holding her own hand as though it was poison. Frex pushed her to the floor. "I am not lying! I have no idea what I just did!" He kicked her in the ribs.

"You monster, tell the truth!" he said, a bit louder. He kicked her again, this time harder. She grabbed her side in pain. Her eyes shut tight, desperate to stop the tears that were threatening to fall.

"Sweet Lurline, I'm sorry," she cried. "Just please, stop!"

"Will this happen again?" Frex asked harshly. When Elphaba did not respond right away, Frex kicked her once more, this time the hardest. She cried out in pain, letting the tears that she knew would burn later fall.

"No, no, it will not happen again!" Elphaba shrieked. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Frex kicked her one last time and left the room. She crawled over to a corner and shuddered. She pulled up her blouse and winced at the black and blue marks that covered her torso. There was a large bump in her skin that burned when she tried to touch it. Elphaba assumed it was a bone.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Nessa, you know that I do not have control of those powers," Elphaba said quietly. She did not want to risk her sister's health. "What if I do not give you legs? What if I give you a third arm? I cannot risk hurting you."

"But, Elphie," Nessa whispered. Tears had begun to fall. "People in school who are not my friends make fun of me enough for not having legs. I do not want it to happen at our new school, as well!" She then began to sob uncontrollably, and Elphaba hugged her. Nessarose pushed her off and turned away.

"You seem as though you are allergic to water," she said after the crying had stopped. "I do not want you to get hurt on my account." Elphaba thought bitterly about how that could never happen, but found it kind that her sister thought about her like that.

"Thank you, Nessa," she said. "Thank you for caring. And remember, whatever we have to do, we'll get through together. Together, we're unlimited." Nessarose laughed.

"Do you think that we are ready for Shiz, though?" she asked her sister. Elphaba smirked.

"The question is, my dear, is Shiz ready for us?" Nessarose laughed again.

"I love you, Elphie," Nessarose said quietly. Elphaba smiled and wiped away a stray tear of her sister's. She would give Nessarose legs, somehow.

"I love you too, Nessa." Elphaba stood up slowly. "I will try, alright?" Nessarose smiled eagerly.

Elphaba tried to visualize other children making fun of her sister. She did not enjoy this, but Nessarose was the only one who seemed to be able to trigger anything inside of her. In her mind, she saw Nessarose begging her for legs. She saw children laughing and pointing. She saw Nessarose crying and screaming. And she did not like it.

She felt the familiar lurch in her stomach, and fell onto her knees. The words she chanted were unfamiliar, which was good. They usually sounded the same when she was protecting her sister. She shut her eyes tight and pointed at Nessarose. Both girls let out a scream, and when Elphaba opened her eyes, Nessarose had two legs.

"Elphaba," she breathed. Her hands slowly went down to touch her new thighs, knees, shins and feet. "Elphie it worked! It worked!" she cried. Tears of joy began to roll down her cheeks, Elphaba embraced her tightly. She stroked her sisters hair and slowly pulled away.

"Ms. Nessarose Thropp, look at you," Elphaba said. "You are beautiful." She pushed her sister's chair over to the small pond so that she could get a look at her own reflection. What Nessarose saw was a girl. Not a deformed, ugly witch, but a girl that had legs.

"Do they work?" she asked her sister. Elphaba shrugged.

"I have no clue, Nessa," she said. "I just make them. No refunds." Nessarose laughed.

"I'm never letting these go," she said, and rubbed her thighs. "Thank you so much. I love you."

"I love you, too, Nessarose."

A/N: well? review, peeps!