The Wizard Of Wicked: Thanks for your concern. And yes, Galinda needs to stop trying to break up the Fiyeraba. Someone needs to make a t-shirt that says, "That's our special cake"! LOL!
Chanty420: As long as they're evil, good will rise up against it. (Megamind reference! Take that, Elisa and Nelly!) Bessa is the best!
Elphaba'sGirl: Yes, we need a Guy for Galinda. That sounds like that would make a great Facebook page! And you are very welcome for the Nanny-free chapter!
NellytheActress: It's useless information! You're never going to need to know it in real life!
Doglover645: Fiyeraba fluff is the best!
Elphabalover101: They're the worst! Feel free to start the Mean Girls Hunters! LOL!
Si (Guest): I just realized that! LOL! I take Classical Mythology in school! I should have known that! Thank you for telling me!
woodland59: That would be awesome! Megan's glad she's inspiring a new generation of bright minds (even though she's our age and… yeah.)
Frex sat in his office, looking at an old black and white photo of Melena, Elphaba, Nessa and himself. Sighing, his pointer delicately traced over Melena's face. He missed his wife more than ever. He wished he could have prevented her from getting sick. Frowning, he closed his eyes, trying to push the memory of that day out of his head.
"Frex," Melena whispered weakly.
Frex sat next to Melena's bed, holding her hand as tears streaming down his face. His wife was dying. What was worse was that he knew she was dying and there was nothing he could do about it. He just sat there, holding her hand. He sobbed, feeling the cold, clamminess of her hand.
"T-Tell… Fabala… I… love her," Melena whispered.
Unable to form words, Frex just nodded. He leaned over and tenderly kissed her cheek.
"A-And Nessa," Melena whispered, her voice so soft, Frex almost didn't hear her.
"I will," Frex whispered, squeezing her hand.
Melena smiled as she took her last breath. Her body slowly went limp against her bed and her face turned expressionless. Frex finally allowed a loud sob to escape from his throat. Shaking, he kissed Melena's hand over and over again, as if he thought it would bring her back from the dead.
"Daddy?" a small voice whispered.
Frex looked down and saw Nessa, her large eyes staring up at him. Her head slowly turned towards her mother, lying limp in the bed. "What happened to Mama?"
Frex bit his lip. How could he tell his youngest daughter, his precious little Nessarose, that her mother was dead? "She's just sleeping, Nessie," Frex whispered, gathering the four year old into his arms.
"Will she wake up?" came Nessa's next question.
"No," Frex whispered softly. He looked up and saw Nanny standing in the doorway with servants standing behind her, waiting to take Melena's dead body. Nodding, he moved aside and allowed the servants to take Melena away. He handed Nessa to Nanny. "Get her ready for bed… please," he whispered, walking out of the room.
Later that evening, Frex was alone in his office. He looked out the window, trying to calm himself down. He had to stay strong for Nessa and Elphaba. Especially for Elphaba. Taking multiple deep breaths, he closed his eyes. He began to feel calmer with every breath he took. Sighing, he was about to sit down when the sound of crying reached his ears.
"Fabala," he whispered, running out of his office towards the sound of crying. He found his eldest daughter standing in the center of Melena's music and art room, dressed in only her nightgown, tears streaming down her face as she reached for someone who wasn't there.
Biting down on his lip and trying not to break down into tears again, Frex hurried to his daughter and lifted her into his arms. "It's okay, sweetie," he whispered soothingly.
Elphaba lifted her hand to her father's face. Crying, she brushed her fingers upward against her cheek, signaling for her mother.
Frex rocked her in his arms, trying to stop her tears. "I'm so sorry, Fabala," he whispered, trying to wipe away her tears.
Elphaba cried out as she tried to twist out of her father's arms. Frex held her tighter, trying to calm her down. Screaming, Elphaba began to kick and angrily slap her father's arm.
"Fabala, no," Frex said, still holding her close as he rocked her in his arms.
Elphaba's screaming brought Nanny into the room. Standing in the doorway, she watched silently as Frex struggled to keep Elphaba from falling out of his arms.
"Let her go," Nanny whispered softly, walking into the room.
Obeying, Frex slowly returned Elphaba's feet to the floor. He watched as Elphaba turned and groped towards Nanny. The elderly woman knelt down and extended her arm towards the green girl. Elphaba's fingers lightly brushed against Nanny's hand and she stilled. Her fingers ran up her arm and to her face. She traced over Nanny's features and frowned. Violently pulling her hand away, she brushed her fingers against her cheek. Slowly, Nanny took Elphaba's hand and, bringing it to her face, shook her head 'no'. Grunting, Elphaba pulled her hand back and angrily slapped Nanny across the face.
"Fabala!" Frex gasped, running towards Elphaba and lifting her into his arms. "You mustn't do such things!"
"It's alright," Nanny whispered, rising to her full height and rubbing her tingling cheek. "She doesn't know. But she will."
Elphaba continued to sob as her gesture for her mother became more violent. After a while, Elphaba began to tire herself out and calmed down. She slowly lowered her hand, but her tears kept coming. Her eyes slowly closed and her head slumped against Frex's shoulder.
Frex kissed her forehead and, rocking her in his arms, carried her up the stairs back to bed.
3 years later…
Elphaba woke up early in the morning. Opening her eyes, she slowly pushed herself up. Soundlessly, she slipped out of bed and slipped on her flat shoes. She sat on the edge of her bed and waited to see if Nanny would come to her like she usually did. After a while, when Nanny didn't come, Elphaba pushed herself to her feet. She felt her way to her closet and pulled out a light jacket. She was going out. And she knew exactly where she was going.
Elphaba slowly made her way out of her room, her hand sliding against the wall, guiding herself down the hallway. Reaching out in front of her, she felt for the railing. Finding it, she slowly descended the stairs and walked out the door.
It was a beautiful summer morning. The sun was rising into the clear, blue sky, greeting the earth. Elphaba smiled as she felt the warm sun on her face. The wind whistled past her, greeting her with a cheerful "Good morning". A giggle followed as she felt the wind give her a gentle push forward, encouraging her to keep walking. She allowed the wind to guide her down the hill of the Governor's mansion and through a field of flowers. Stopping, she knelt down and felt a flower petal brush against her fingertips. Smiling, she picked the flower and continued her journey.
"Little frog?" Nanny whispered, opening Elphaba's room door and walking inside. A gasp and a frown followed Nanny's discovery of Elphaba's bed empty. Running through the house, she called out Elphaba's name, the fact that Elphaba couldn't hear her completely slipping her mind.
"Nanny, what's wrong?" Frex asked, walking out of his bedroom, dressed in a dark blue bathrobe.
"Little frog is missing," Nanny huffed, gasping for air.
Frex's eyes widened. He quickly called the servants and told them to find Elphaba. Nessa came out of her room, hearing the commotion. "What's going on?"
"Your sister's missing," Nanny said, opening and closing all of the doors, trying to find Elphaba.
Nessa thought for a moment. Where would her sister be? She gasped as the realization hit her like a ton of bricks. Running back into her room and grabbing a light jacket, she ran out the door unnoticed. She hurried down the hill, through the flower field to the graveyard. Stopping, she looked around, searching for her sister. She found her kneeling in front of a tombstone, tears streaming down her face.
"Fabala," Nessa whispered softly, approaching her sister. She knelt down next to her and gently placed her hand on her shoulder.
Elphaba stiffened and slowly turned towards Nessa. She slowly stretched out her hand and felt Nessa take her hand and bring it to her face. She relaxed, realizing that it was her sister. Gently pulling away, Elphaba reached over and traced over Melena's name on the tombstone. Her mouth moved, trying to form the words she felt underneath her fingertips. She reached for her sister's hand and signed, 'Mama'.
Sighing, Nessa brought Elphaba hand to her cheek and nodded.
Elphaba traced over her mother's name again. She spelt 'Mama' into Nessa hand again and her hand traveled up to Nessa's arm to her face and rested on her lips.
"Mama," Nessa whispered.
Elphaba moved her mouth, trying to mimic her sister. Nessa held back a sob, watching her sister struggle to speak.
"Elphaba," Nessa whispered brokenly.
Elphaba frowned, feeling the new word leave Nessa's lips. She held out her palm to her, wanting to know what Nessa said.
Taking her hand, she spelt her sister's name into her palm then, taking her hand, placed it on her sister's chest.
Elphaba waited. She took Nessa's hand, spelt 'Elphaba' into her palm and then pointed to herself, her other hand resting on Nessa's cheek.
Nessa nodded. Smiling softly, Elphaba pulled hand away. Her fingers gently slid across the grass next to her and she grabbed the flower she had picked. She carefully laid it on her mother's grave and, reaching for her sister's hand, spelt 'Mama' one final time.
"Yes, Fabala," Nessa whispered. "Mama."
A single tear slid down Elphaba's face. Nessa quickly wiped it away and pulled her sister into a caring hug.
"Come," she whispered, helping her sister to her feet and leading her back to the house. "Let's go back inside."
"Fabala!" Frex exclaimed, seeing Nessa return with her sister. He ran to them and pulled them into his arms. Elphaba wrapped her arms around her father and hugged him tightly. "I was so worried about you," he whispered to Elphaba, kissing the top of her head. "Nessa, where was she?"
"At the graveyard, kneeling in front of Mama's grave," Nessa whispered, tears slowly forming in her eyes.
Frex suddenly understood. It was the third anniversary death of Melena. He tightened his grip around his daughters, unable to form words of comfort to them.
"Are you sure we should do this?" Millie asked.
"You want to help Galinda, don't you?" Pfannee asked.
"Of course I do. I just don't want to hurt Miss Elphaba."
"We're not going to hurt her. We're just going to get Galinda and Fiyero back together," ShenShen said.
"Miss Elphaba shouldn't have stolen the prince away from where he belongs," Pfannee said, sensing disloyalty in Millie.
"Okay..." Millie whispered, leaving with her friends.
Megan's Corner of Useless Information Fact #6:
OKAY AND BECAUSE IM AN ATTENTION GRABBING AND CHANCE TAKING PERSON WHO LOVES TO TAKE UP NIA'S (read: that butthead) TIME, I SHALL NOW PROCEED TO TALK ABOUT CAPTAIN AMERICA:
CHRIS EVANS IS BEAUTIFUL. SCARLETT JOHANSON IS AMAZING GORGEOUS. BUCKY RIPPED MY HEART OUT WITH HIS BADASS METAL VIBRANIUM ARM AND STOMPED ON IT INTO LITTLE PIECES AND I WANT MORE. (I SWEAR WHEN HE AND CAP KEPT TOSSING BACK AND FORTH THE SHIELD, I FELT LIKE THEY WERE PLAYING FRISBEE)
Okay screaming out of my system, Capt. America 2; Winter Soldier is action-packed. I laughed; I may have whimpered; I put claw marks into my good friend's arm (they probably will forgive me); and my nose bled from awe (not actually kidding there, it was pretty awkward and I looked like a ghoul when the movie was over because I refused to leave to get tissues ((we know, I'm an idiot: Thanks Capt. Obvious)) and it was like 10 minutes to the end and I was too lazy) and all in all it had me gasping for more. They even threw in The Falcon, who had me doubled over in laughter.
The plot was a little fast for me, but the character developing moments in between were so good and gave me better insight on the characters (see, I'm gushing. I don't gush. Nia gushes about Idina Menzel and I get this way about Scarlett Johanson's skill and close-fitting cat-suit- don't judge).
You probably all have lost attention because he really has no thread and Nia can be very threatening when she wants words from me, so I'll finish this up. It is a beautiful movie that will have you feeling pumped and emotionally exhausted. Go watch it. Yes I like Marvel (to a point, so much of a good thing and all that)
And if you decide not to go, I won't judge (yes I will, go watch it again), but if you do see it then just comment and Nia will send it to me and we can freak out together (or not) and drive her crazy (SO HELP ME, SPAM HER INBOX KAY). And if you prefer to have fanfiction that will rip your heart out instead of movies, I can send you some links of really good ones instead. I don't do fanfiction a lot, but for this, the most of them are like little side-bits (I can do really, really sad ones too) or what-ifs, or Steve and Bucky bonding, or Steve and Natasha bonding, or Steve and Avengers-do-stupid-things-and-somehow-Clint-ends-up-in-a-tree-and-Bruce-has-a-goat? type bonding (Okay, not the goat bit but along that thread)
So Nia is a buggle-bear and Black Widow is my new crush and Have A Nice Day!
