Nobody knew that Nessarose Thropp enjoyed going outside at two in the morning. Munchkinland never had any nightlife after eight at the latest. Unlike the cities, all of Munchkinland was generally quiet, including Center Munch where the largest city was located. The brunette loved this because it meant she could go outside and go for a-what would she call it? A wheel? Most definitely not a stroll or a walk. She enjoyed going in between the farmland where nobody was for miles.

She never told Boq of her nightly- she still wasn't sure what to call it. She would wheel herself and push herself over the bumps in the grass; it was very difficult to do, but it helped her release the pent up frustration she had concerning the man she loved who refused to love her back, and the abandonment of her sister.

When Nessa reached the middle of the field that had been unclaimed by any family (she wondered why because it was quite a nice plot of land), she locked her chair into place and looked up at the moon and the stars. It was a full moon that night. She pressed her lips together before the tears fell down her cheeks. She'd never let Boq see her cry over this. And she didn't want to admit to him that she was waiting for Elphaba to come save her from the torment and agony she felt from her abandonment. She'd give anything to have her sister back; she didn't even want her back to care for her. In fact, Nessa had no problem taking care of herself.

Nessarose was very much alone, and she refused to admit it to anyone but herself.

She heard footsteps in the distance, and she quickly dried her tears. She unlocked her wheelchair and turned towards the direction of the noise. She saw a figure unknowingly approaching her, the moonlight letting Nessa see the silhouette. It was most definitely a female, so any fear she had vanished. She wanted to ignore it and go on with her, well, whatever it was, but when she saw the woman fall to her knees, she felt somewhat sorry for her, maybe compassion?

But why should Nessarose feel any sort of sympathy for someone she didn't know when she was living a horrible lie herself? She decided to go over to her anyway to make sure she didn't collapse from getting hurt. After all, what if the girl did notice her and tried to get to the Governess for help? Nessarose was already known as the Wicked Witch of the East due to her role in politics, so one kind deed could erase that horrid nickname people called her behind her back. Or maybe it would just make one less person who thought she was a soulless witch.

She approached the woman and gasped when she saw who was on the ground crying. Her blonde curls were much longer than she remembered. "Glinda?" Nessa said quietly, but loud enough to be heard. Glinda looked up quickly through her tears and held up her hand, most likely ready to use magic. "It's Nessarose," she said and swallowed hard. She knew everything about how Glinda was the Wicked Witch of the North: everyone knew of the terrible illusions she sent and the deaths she caused.

"Nessa?" Glinda questioned and lowered her hand slightly.

"I won't hurt you," she said, feeling as if it was the right thing to say.

"How do I know?" Glinda asked. "Everyone else has one way or another." She was preparing to make those illusions to scare her off. She had projected herself onto Nessarose with enough force to latch onto her and pull her out of her wheelchair. Glinda had one hand up ready to use her magic again.

"Would you really do that to the person who paid your Southstairs bail?" She wasn't sure if she should have revealed that information, but it slipped out without her thinking. She looked up into the cold blue eyes that softened slightly.

"What do you mean?"

"Once my father passed away, I took over as Governess of Munchkinland, as you know. When he died, I went through some files. I found the Southstairs one. Every ruler gets a list of the prisoners that were taken into Southstairs, by the way. Everyone usually ignores it," Nessa explained.

"But you didn't," Glinda whispered, the grip she had on Nessa's right wrist loosened just a tiny bit.

"I didn't," Nessa confirmed. "I scanned the names and saw yours. I knew you never did anything wrong; no offense, but one look at you before all of this screamed innocent; it was Elphaba who defied the Wizard. I honestly couldn't see you having the guts to do something like that. I saw the price they put beside your name and paid it," she finished.

"And you aren't making this up?" Glinda questioned her skeptically.

"Please, you're the Wicked Witch of the North now, aren't you? I would be an idiot to lie to you unless I had a death wish," Nessa replied. Glinda put her hand down and fell down on top of the Governess. She released Nessa's wrist and used that hand to clutch the fabric of her dress. "Glinda?" she asked, shocked.

"Thank you," Glinda wept, "Thank you for saving me when nobody else would." Nessa subconsciously rubbed the blonde girl's back. It was more than obvious she was broken, even more than Nessarose herself.

"What can I do?" Nessarose finally said after what seemed like twenty minutes. She felt part of the weight being lifted off her body. The blonde looked down at her with large, watery eyes.

"Not hate me," she whispered.

"I could never," Nessarose said, truly meaning the words that came out of her mouth. Why had she felt such a connection with her? Was it because Elphaba had abandoned her, too?

"I should do something for you," she sniffed and rolled off of her. Nessa sat up.

"What?"

"You answered me when I was calling for help. Well, not really," she let out a sad, small giggle. "But, you saved me. I'd still be down there if it wasn't for you. So now, it's my turn to answer what you want most."

"I don't think you could do that," Nessarose sighed. "I don't think you could make Boq love me."

"No, I can't," Glinda admitted. "But that's not what you want most."

"Enlighten me," Nessa rolled her eyes; maybe Glinda hadn't really changed all that much.

"You want to walk by yourself," she responded. And Nessa had to take that back; that blonde girl was smart. "And that is something I can do," she smirked before tossing Nessa's shoes off of her feet and tugging at her stockings.

"Glinda!" Nessa hissed.

"Oh, stop it. It's just some leg," she said and pulled the dress up so that it exposed her lower half. "Stop it," she said when Nessa went to cover herself back up. "I can't have the fabric in my way. You still have your underwear on. Oz, I'm glad I'm not that modest anymore." The brunette closed her eyes as she felt Glinda's hands moving up and down her legs. She heard Glinda's quiet chanting. Her legs began to twitch; her eyes shot open when she processed what had just happened. Her legs were twitching. "And it's done! You should be able to walk! But be careful, though. You're not used to it."

"What?" Nessa asked in disbelief. She moved her legs from side to side and was in complete shock. The blonde stood up and smiled, holding her hands out. Nessa looked at them skeptically still.

"It helps to be friends with the most powerful girl in Oz, huh? Give me your hands. I won't hurt you. You're the one who saved me," Glinda assured her. Nessa nodded slowly and took her hands, letting the thin woman pull her up to her feet. Glinda held her steady until the brunette found her balance. The blonde stood a few feet away from her. With disbelief and joy, Nessa took her first few steps. After practicing for a while, they stopped and stood, looking out towards the moon and the stars.

"What were you doing in Munchkinland, Glinda?" Nessarose asked her.

"Honestly?" the blonde took in a sharp breath. "I was…I was on my way to plague you with my illusions."

"Why?" she whispered.

"My goal was to take your army," Glinda said. "I figured since Elphaba had the stupid Vinkun soldiers in her castle, along with those flying monkeys, why not command my own army? But with your army, I was going to get the Gale Force on my side, too. And then I would somehow take the throne. I haven't completely worked out the details-"

"Slow down," Nessarose said, keeping her eyes trained on the moon in front of her. "You want to take over Oz?"

"It's a goal," Glinda shrugged. "But I have to figure out how to do it without an army."

"Glinda, you don't want Oz or the responsibilities of ruling an entire country. It isn't worth it," she replied, keeping herself calm; after all, Glinda was still the Wicked Witch of the North and proved herself to be ruthless. Just imagine if she hadn't found her that night-Glinda would have stolen her army, taken Munchkinland (most likely), take over the Gale Force, and eventually all of Oz! That was ridiculous, but at the same time, realistic. Glinda had managed to keep the Gale Force from pursuing her; they were too afraid.

"And why not?" the question she asked was rhetorical, but Nessa went to answer it anyway.

"I rule Munchkinland," she began. "It's not as fun as it seems-it's mostly boring with all the paperwork and whatnot."

"I guess," Glinda shrugged.

"Just don't do it," Nessa said to her. "You'll regret it. Focus on something else."

"It's stupid," Glinda said. "I mainly wanted to do all of this to annoy Elphaba and maybe attack her army," she giggled.

The brunette wasn't entirely sure why, but she put an arm around Glinda's waist and pulled her close.


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