Okay, so I just started school again, and this year it's EXTREMELY important I get good grades this trimester. Plus, I've had writer's block for the longest time!

Alright, enough excuses. Thanks to everyone who reviewed/followed/favorited, and I hope this was worth the wait. :)

Okay, so Elphaba wasn't as surprised as I thought she would be when she found out about Nessa. She was surprised, however, when she found out Dorothy melted her. Well, who wouldn't be? (unless you've seen the Wizard of Oz, or you just have no soul or morals at all.)

The thing that surprised her even more was finding out the Wizard is her biological father. She was in complete shock; she just stared at the stage with her mouth open. A few seconds later, I could see Elphaba was trying to form words. I reached out to hold her hand, but she turned away from me. Well, I don't blame her for being angry with me, and at least I don't have a black eye.

After Morrible finally got sent to jail ("Thank Goodness" fifty-second reprise), I looked toward Elphaba. She had forced herself to look at the stage again. But she seemed a little out of focus, so I grabbed her arm. Thankfully, she came back to reality as soon as the Scarecrow knocked on the trap door.

As soon as her stage self said, "Fiyero?," Elphaba froze again. The realization finally dawned on her: that's why she found comfort in my doll. I saw her eyes meet mine. Tears were shimmering in them, and they were asking me all of these questions at once. And, to tell you the truth, I just couldn't answer.

Once the curtain call was over and done with (in which Elphaba freaked out because the actor playing Dillamond had his goat mask off), only my family and I remained. I tried to explain everything to Elphaba, but I don't think she wanted to listen. "Come on," I nudged her. "We better get going. It looks like they're going to close." Rather reluctantly, my idol and friend rose from her seat. I took one last look at the dragon, the place where my life changed forever, and exited.

"Well... I liked it," my father commented, breaking the silence that had befallen our cab. "That was a good play."

"I told you," I smiled.

"Elphaba, did you like it?" asked Mom. Elphaba nodded but didn't say a word. "Mom, I think we should just leave her be for a few minutes," I suggeted. "She's probably still a little... you know..."

"Right." Not another word was spoken on the ride to Penn Station. Obviously, we had to talk to make sure what train we were taking. After that, though, quiet hitched the train ride and didn't leave untill we did.

I do remeber, however, asking Elphaba if she wanted to listen to "People Like Us" by Kelly Clarkson. With the iPod in my hand, I said, "Feel like listening to an inspirational, upbeat song?!"

All I got for a reply was a groan. "You know, I understand you're mad at me," I began. "So you can go ahead and call me whatever condescending noun you can think of... but can you at least look at me while I'm talking to you?!"

Well, I got a look, alright. The saddest look a human being could give; filled with any negative emotion there was. If you were practically face-to-face with her, as I was, you would've seen how the silver tears flowed like quiet rivers down her verdant face. You would've seen the anger and despair in her eyes brighter than moonlight.

Speaking of her eyes, I remembered that debate with myself the day I found her. And now I had the answer. Hazel, I knew. DEFINITELY hazel. "Feel better?" Elphaba hissed at me.

"Yes, I do," I replied, knowing the correct response.

"Good!" Before I knew it, she reclused herself to the window again, letting her silent tears roll down her cheeks... while I kept back my own.

During the car ride back home, though, I made the descision that kind of scarred me for life.

Elphaba had her face pressed to her knees. I leaned toward her and whispered, perhaps in the most sincere voice I've ever used, "I'm sorry. And, if you'll find it in your heart of hearts to forgive me, I'll do anything." Her head soon rose slowly and whispered back, "And I'm sorry. I forgive you."

After pulling each other in a tight embrace, I needed to tell her what I intended to do for her. "Maybe I could figure out if Fiyero's still alive," I proposed.

"But... we couldn't do that," objected Elphaba. "Unless... Kate, you said you wouldn't!"

"Do you want to find out if it's worth going back to Oz or not?!"

Apparently, my parents had heard the conversation, and Dad pulled the car over near a "Deer Crossing" sign. "Wouldn't do what?!" he asked harshly.

There was no way around it. I told Mom and Dad everything, from going inside the memory to the memory itself. "If I can do that, maybe I can find out if Fiyero survived or not," I finnished. At first, I expected a huge tirade from Dad. But to my surprise, he ordered, "Well, do it quick, while I'm pulled over. I'm not getting you guys in an accident."

More grateful than I'd ever been in my life towards my father, I put my hand on Elphaba's head. "I know it's going to hurt," I told her. "But just bear with me. Okay?"

"Okay," the green girl answered. The mist came like last time, and everything began to slip away.

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