AN: Here is the new chapter. Any fans of WICKED? That is all I am saying. Enjoy.

Chpt 7

Emma Swan skidded across the stairs nearly losing her balance, as a flash of scorching flames suddenly made an appearance, blocking the entry way to the city.

"Fuck!" Swan yelped, "What is it with witches and fire." With Harry on her back, Emma turned, searching for an escape, only to meet the infamous wicked woman herself.

"Whoa."

The woman standing before her was like no other person Emma had ever seen. Harry had forgotten to mention that the wicked witch had a skin condition. Emma was hypnotized by smooth forest green skin and chocolate eyes. Raven curls flowed freely from beneath the pointy hat sitting atop the brunette's head and long slender fingers held tightly to a tattered broomstick.

"Well, well." said the witch."What do we have here?"

"Look, I don't want any trouble," said Emma with her hands held up, as a sign of peace. "I'm just trying to get home."

"Hello, Harry. Still alive I see. I thought you would have learned your lesson the last time you met me." the witch said, ignoring Emma. The monkey coward away from his enemy, ducking farther behind the sheriff.

"Leave him alone." Emma stood up to the witch, protecting her new friend. The sheriff did not like bullies.

"You are brave to speak to me that way," the witch growled, suddenly mere inches from Emma's face. "Who are you and how to did you get here?" the brunette asked. "And you better not say a fucking tornado dropped you off."

"Lady, your guess is as good as mine as to how I got here," replied the sheriff. "I have no idea. One minute I was at home in Storybrooke eating breakfast with my son and then I woke up in this fucking place. If you know how to get me back home, please let tell me so I get the hell out of here as quickly as possible."

"You aren't going anywhere," the witch informed her captors. She needed the blonde. "You broke the rules of my land and now you belong to me. I will find the portal you came through and together we will leave this wretched place. Then I may or may not kill you. That depends on how well you cooperate."

"Look greeny," Emma snapped back at the other woman. "I don't know who you are but magic or not, you don't own me." Without warning, Emma found herself being lifted into the air. Her throat was constricted and she struggled to breathe.

"I can snap your neck right now and no one would even bat an eye. You will give me what I want or you will die. Simple as that. Do you understand?"

Emma Swan's heart was racing and her lungs were on fire, begging for oxygen. Images of Henry, Regina, Snow, and David flashed across the sheriffs mind. She had a family now and she desperately wanted to see them again. Letting go of her stubborn willingness to fight, Emma shook her head yes, surrendering to the witch. She was immediately released and fell to the stone steps with a thud, coughing furiously, as sweet fresh air hit her lungs.

"I knew you would see things my way." boasted the witch. She flicked her wrist and bound Emma and Harry in magical hand cuffs.

Before the sorceress could transport her prize back to her castle, a voice boomed across the night. A voice she recognized and despised. "Elphaba," a woman's voice echoed, making the green woman stop and sneer. "Leave them alone and be on your way."

"Glinda." The witch snarled with hatred.

A glimmer of white light flickered next to Emma and a gorgeous blonde appeared. "What the..."

"I am a little surprised to see you outside the city walls, Glinda," said Elphaba. "You should be more careful."

"I am still within the perimeter of the town," Glinda replied. "I warn you Elphie, let them go. I do not wish to harm you."

"You have no power over me Glinda." said Elphaba with her head held high and an arrogant smirk on her lips. "Not anymore. I am not afraid of you."

"Oh, Elphie," Glinda shook her head at the brunette. "You break my heart." Emma watched as the blonde in the sparkly white dress took a step toward the wicked witch. "I remember a time you couldn't live without me." whispered Glinda as she stroked the witche's soft green cheek with her thumb. For the briefest moments, Emma thought she saw Elphaba let her guard down and lean into the tender touch of her enemy's hand. And just like that it was over, the green woman once again became cold and distant.

"Times have changed my dear" Elphaba said, pushing Glinda's hand away from her.

"Indeed." Glinda sighed, with pain and regret written all over her face. Emma knew that look. She had worn that look for many years before Henry found her.

"Let them go and no harm will come to you." Glinda again, warned Elphaba.

"I can't do that." said the wicked woman. "She is my ticket out of here. I will not be denied my happy ending. Not this time."

"You are searching for what you lost years ago," said Glinda."The answer is right in front of you but you refuse to open your eyes and see it."

"I know you are not talking about us," Elphaba laughed. "You have got to be kidding. There is not one bit of love left in my heart for you."

"I don't believe you." said Glinda.

"Believe what you want," Elphaba replied "I am taking the blonde and getting the hell out of OZ."

"So be it." Glinda said "I am truly sorry Elphie. I hope one day you can forgive me."