"This isn't working Fiyero."

"It's okay. I have the best idea anyone's ever had. EVER. And I mean this. I'm Fiyero Tigelaar." Fiyero looked extremely serious. "Prepare to execute...MISSION UNPOSSIBLE!"

"Oz, no wonder you failed Ozian language."

"Me fail Ozian? That's unpossible!" Fiyero said, "Now all we need is an epic montage."

Later that night Fiyero sat in a vent dressed in black, lowering Glinda into her own dorm by rope.

"DundunDUNdundundunDUNdun" He sang.

"Shut up."

And with that Fiyero was quiet. They knew Elphie was out partying tonight, but she had been pretty forgetful and could pop in at any moment. It was crucial that she had no idea of this.

Even Glinda had to admit this was a pretty good plan. Well of course it was, it was HER plan after all. As Fiyero lowered her down lower they heard a key at the door. Fiyero decided it was either Glinda or the plan...and well he liked Glinda but this plan was pretty important so he readied his grip on the rope...

And dropped Glinda into the room.

"Fiyero you reta- ohhh hey Elphie!"

"Glinda, why are you dressed in black?" Elphie was seriously confused. Glinda NEVER wore black. Something was up.

"Oh well *sniff* my uhhh pet...tarantula back in Gillikin just died and I am devastated. His name was Lance *sniff*." Glinda blinked her eyes hard to get the tears flowing.

Elphie didn't care enough to inquire further and just walked out of the room.

Glinda heard Fiyero from up in the vents lowering the rope. "Would you like to attach yourself to the rope again?"

Taking the rope in her hands tightly, Glinda pulled as hard as she could and Fiyero landed with a THUD!

"Yeah Fiyero, thanks for all that support. You're a great friend." Glinda's voice was so thick with sarcasm it was almost like he was talking to Elphaba. Oz, he missed her.

"What does it look like?" Fiyero asked.

"You'll know."

It was time to search.

"I FOUND IT!" Fiyero exclaimed.

Glinda looked over expecting to see Fiyero holding up another one of Elphie's random possessions. Oz, this would make a good story in twenty years. But then she saw it.

The green bottle.

It was bright green, with a faded label. No one could ever tell the importance of it if they didn't know the story behind it. Glinda did. It had been Elphaba's mother's before she died and now Fiyero and Glinda were about to take it.

They both felt terrible, but it had to be done.

"Where did you find it?" Glinda asked taking it from Fiyero and heading to her closet to hide it.

"Under her pillow and we should really hide it in my room. It'll be safer." Fiyero replied.

"In that sty? Like hell it will..."

"Glinda just give me the bottle."

"You're acting like a five year old!"

"Watch you're gunna break it!"

SMASH!

Oh Oz, it was broken!

"IT WAS YOU!" Fiyero yelled.

Glinda snapped out of her shock. "NO IT WASN'T! OH MY OZ WHAT DO WE DO? WHAT DO WE SAY? SHE'S GOING TO BE CRUSHED! FIYERO THIS IS BAD VERY VERY BAD!"

Fiyero seemed to grow up about five years right there. "We need to tell her."

"WE CAN'T!"

"Think about it. We can get Elphaba back through this."

"THROUGH EXPLOSIVE RAGE? YOU WANT HER TO BE LIKE THAT?"

"IT'S BETTER THAN NO ELPHABA AT ALL!"