The adventures of Dorothy and Elphaba
Disclaimer: I do not own wicked.
Chapter 9
Elphaba escorted Dorothy to bed, returning down stairs to find Fiyero sitting at the kitchen table. "Fae, we can't go back to Oz! You know that. We are here for a reason!"
Elphaba sighed: "I thought we went over this. We even have proof!"
"Elphaba, I love you, I want you to be safe!" He said firmly.
"I know I love you too!" She assured him.
"Elphaba!" He said, sternly standing up and walking towards her before she could turn to leave.
"Fiyero!" She said, protesting his grip on her wrist; but her struggle only managed to turn her around.
Elphaba not looking into his face began again: "Fiyero! I..." before she could finish his lip's were touching hers.
"You what?" He asked, as soon as her brown eyes locked on his blue.
Hesitation interrupted her thought process and she simply said: "Um"
Elphaba took off her hat; aimed for the table but missed. Then she let her hair down and revealed her shoulders.
Between massaging her shoulders, and running his hands along the curves of her face he could not decide; so he did them both. He loved when she made sounds of pleasure; because that meant he was doing a great job.
"We better go get into bed. It's late!" She moaned as he laid a kiss upon her forehead. They too turned in for the night; exhausted. It was time for the shadows to play while the entire world slept away.
Meanwhile, Glinda looked up at the stars from her balcony. "So beautiful!" She exclaimed silently to herself.
She turned on her heel and reentered her bedroom; crossing the floor to her bathroom; she removed her dress and slipped comfortably into her flirtatious nightgown. The white silk flowed gracefully around her body; whenever, the breezes from the window moved it about her. It's puffed sleeves coming just below her shoulders; fit her personality like a glove.
Sleep overcame her as soon as her head hit the pillow. Some people would define her as sleeping beauty; so, where in the world was her Prince Charming?
Somewhere, a man was sitting crouched in the sand at a beach. Repeatedly smoothing out a stone in the palm of his hand, as if it was a crystal ball that he could see the future in its smooth watery appearance somehow.
For anybody could tell he was grieving. Would he ever forgive himself for what he had done? Grieving, because of another's death, his daughter's death, his Elphaba had died because of one gut-wrenching mistake. He had sent an innocent girl to kill: the Wicked Witch of the West. When only after the advent he found out that the woman: who had caused all of Oz to fall trembling to their knees; was none other than his daughter. He let a small tear fall down his cheek.
A few rays of the early morning sun peeked through the window, but that was not what woke Dorothy. It was someone shaking her gently: "Come on sleepyhead. Wake up!" She rolled over and her eyes fluttered open: "Good morning, Elphaba!" The young girl exclaimed still under the haze of sleep.
"Good morning!" Replied the green woman as Dorothy set up.
"Why are you waking me up so early?" She asked, rubbing her eyes.
"Well our venture to Emerald city Palace of course!" Elphaba said, slapping her own leg to make the girl realize how dull and silly her question was.
"Oh! Is Fiyero coming?" She questioned, with a hopeful expressions on her face.
"No! I'm afraid he's not," Elphaba stated.
"Why not? She asked.
"Never mind that! You best hurry it up!" Dorothy gave her an unsatisfied look. Elphaba rolled her eyes: "We've got a long journey ahead of us!"
After getting ready and leaving a note for Fiyero. Elphaba and Dorothy were well on their way. Trotting through what seemed like endless fields of grass. Fiyero would have to catch up with them sooner or later because defiant Elphaba had left behind the Grimmere. He should have known he couldn't keep her; not when she was the kind of person, she was.Meanwhile, Madame Morrible watched the two adventures across the plains between the outskirts and Oz. She stood up and the crystal ball she was gazing through went blank. Next, she clapped her hands bringing forth figures in black cloaks.
"It is time! The time has come!" The woman declared.
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