I seem to be losing some of you again. Hopefully, you'll be back? :)

This one was difficult, partly because I couldn't decided what to do with it. If you don't recognize the title, it's a vintage Christmas song, simple, but beautiful. Look it up :)

I hope you enjoy...and please reivew! :D

The sky was beautiful.

Sitting on her baloney, the blonde woman wondered why she hadn't taken the time to notice it before. The stars shone above, tiny points of lights guiding the way to heaven…or something like it. Glinda wasn't sure. Whatever was up there, she had a sudden urge to be a part of it. At least she would be able to see them again. Taking a deep breath, she sighed.

See her again.

Unbidden tears sprang to her eyes and a soft curse burst from her lips. Enough time had passed, for Oz's sake. Well over two years. Still, the wound bled fresh sometimes. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that Glinda missed her best friend terribly. Maybe she wouldn't let herself forget that she was gone because of a path set in motion by her jealousy. But possible the thing closest to the truth was that she had never found the one thing she needed most with the one friend that had truly mattered.

Closure.

Petty as it was, it was something she sought. Even in those few precious seconds in the cornfield with Fiyero, they had said their peace and said goods-bye; she had somehow known she would never see him again after that moment. But not with Elphie. She had said her farewells in a sense, but she would give anything to see the green woman one more time. Even if just for a moment.

A moment to last a lifetime.

Sighing again, the Good Witch turned and made her way back to her room, whispering as she went. "I miss you, Elphie. I wish I could see you."

"Then it appears your wish has been granted."

She whirled, a yelp of surprise caught somewhere in her throat, not daring to believe what she saw. "Elphie?"

"Hello, Glinda," The other woman smiled slightly. "I see you haven't changed."

"I…." Glinda was still blanching. "I can't believe it! Is…is it true? Are you really here?"

One shoulder into a half shrug. "That's for you to decide, I suppose."

"Can…can I hug you?"

Elphaba, or whatever looked like Elphaba chuckled. "It might be better if you didn't. I'd hate to disappear should you wake up from shock."

Not sure what to make of that cryptic statement, Glinda settled for stepping closer. "I can't believe you're here."

"Then I suppose we're both surprised." Setting her broom aside, the green woman took a seat on the settee. "I never thought I'd be here again."

Glinda's eyes found the floor, then rose to meet the brown ones of her friend. "Fiyero?"

Elphaba understood. "He's with me," was all she said. "And he would be having a fit if he knew where I was."

"If you're really here.'

"Exactly."

Shaking her head, the blonde's voice was quiet. "I still can't believe I'm sitting here with you. There's so much I want to tell you."

She tone was practical. "So tell me. While we have the chance."

Glinda didn't need to be told twice. For the better part of an hour, the two friends sat together and simply talked. No subject was to personal or to big to conquer that night. Elphaba made apologies where they were due and Glinda did the same, adding in explanations and regret over not bidding her friend a proper good-bye. As with everything, however, their visit could not go on forever and all too soon, Elphaba was rising to leave.

"Do you really have to go?"

She nodded. "I'm afraid so, Glinda." Glancing to her left, she smiled. "I see your ready for tomorrow."

Following her gaze, the blonde nodded as she saw the elaborate tree in the corner of her chamber. "I needed something to celebrate."

With a smile, Elphaba turned to her. "Do you remember your motto about Lurlinemas trees back at Shiz?"

"Of course," Obtaining a serious expression, she quoted, "Unless it's covered in shades of silver and gold, it's not fit to shine on a Lurlinemas Tress."

Taking in the sparkly ornaments, Elphaba observed. "And I'm glad to see that's never changed."

The room was quite when she arrived home. Stepping off her broom, she deposited it and her clock in it's rightful places before moving in the direction of her own Lurlinemas Tree, a sad comparison to Glinda's.

Awoken from her puttering, Fiyero stirred, "Fae?"

A thud and soft curse followed, causing him to chuckle. Propping himself up on one elbow, he called, "Are you all right?"

She finally came into view, fully dressed for bed. Not bothering to answer his question, she climbed next to him, pecked him on the lips and lay down.

With a sigh, he lay down beside her and asked again. "Anything you want to talk about? You were distracted earlier"

"No," she replied, pulling his arm around her. "I'm better now." And fixing her gaze on the single gold bulb hastily fastened to their small tree, she smiled into the darkness. "Much better."