A/N: Yet again my sincerest gratitude to LillyFae and ElphieIsPopular for your continued support. I honestly wouldn't keep writing these if it weren't for you.

In saying that, this is, unfortunately, another short filler. But it is very relevant to plot advancement.

I'm the Witch 10

A nervous little girl in a blue gingham dress holding a mangy little mutt approached the gilded emerald doors. They were much more intimidating than anything she'd ever seen before in Kansas. She hugged the little dog closer to her chest and put her face into its fur. According to the pretty blonde Witch of the North she was about to meet the Wonderful Wizard of Oz. Apparently he would be able to send her home. She hoped so, Oz was scary. The Munchkins had seemed strangely hostile and obsessed over the shoes. Even Glinda the Good had seemed anxious to get her out of sight.

Suddenly the doors opened and she tip-toed cautiously into the room. In front of her was a large, gold head. Frankly, it was terrifying. Vaguely mechanic, certainly her Aunt Em would say it was the product of devil worship. Lights sparked and music sounded. The head began to jerk violently and its voice boomed across the room.

"Who dares enter my domain? I am the Wonderful Wizard of Oz!" The young girl's eyes widened and she frantically looked for an escape. Upon not finding any, she resolved to answer.

"Dorothy, Dorothy Gale. G-Glinda the Good sent me. She said you could send me home to Kansas." She squeaked.

Unbeknownst to her, the man behind the Wizard could care less for her words and was far more interested in the shiny shoes on her feet. Quickly his mind twisted as to how he could twist this situation to his benefit. If he could get those shoes, he would have the power to bring Munchkinland back under his control.

"You expect me, the mighty wizard, to do something for you without anything in return?"

"Please, I'll do anything!" Dorothy burst into tears.

"Calm yourself girl." The voice boomed. "If you give me those shoes, I will send you home."

Hurriedly the girl sat down and feverishly pulled at the beautiful slippers. Much to her dismay they would not be removed. Glinda must have charmed them. The Wizard watched with some irritation. If he could not get the shoes now, he needed them out of the way. An even more evil thought came into his mind. Perhaps if the inconvenient girl was dead, the shoes would be removed. Even better if he could dispose of another enemy at the same time.

"If you can't do that, you will kill the Wicked Witch of the West! Take your companions west to Kiamo Ko and dispose of her, then I will send you home and grant the wishes of your entourage."

Dorothy was horrified at the notion if killing someone, but if it was a Wicked Witch? Surely she was doing some good by disposing of her and besides, she really wanted to get home. Maybe there was something else she could do to compromise. The Witch's sister had been under her house, perhaps she could apologize and the Witch might help her by faking her death so she could get home.

"Alright, I'll do it." The girl said quietly.

A/N: I can't recall the dialogue between Dorothy and the Wizard, so forgive the paraphrasing.