Ever After

Snapshots

Tip of my hat to Yero My Hero, who helped –probably more than she knows- with this chapter and put up with my craziness and really bad grammar. Thanks!

And thanks to everybody who's been reviewing, they help a ton!

Okay folks, one more really quick thing before this starts I must warn you of potential confusion. This chapter is called snapshots for a reason, after the next couple updates the story is going to jump forward a year, but I wanted to give you an idea of what's going on within the skipped year, so you're getting the abridged version in the form of little 'snapshots' of life in Oz as it is, starting roughly two months after the melting of the Wicked Witch of the West. It alternates from Elphaba's and Glinda's perspectives plus one surprise character whom I am sure you all will have guessed by the end. Lines break the perspectives. I hope that averts the potential crisis. Read on!

Fiery oranges and reds drowned the western sky as the sun sank below the horizon. Waves of turquoise rolled lazily up the sandy beach and then turned to chase themselves back out to sea. Elphaba was reveling in all of it, trying to soak everything in all at once as her honeymoon drew to a close and the time to head back to reality got ever nearer. But for just a moment she could sit with her feet buried in the sand and enjoy the last traces of this surreal place Fiyero had taken her to.

It would have been overwhelmingly wonderful if her husband would join her instead of worrying over making sure that their supplies for the week were put together properly so servants could retrieve them the next morning.

"Ready to go?"

Her wish was granted as Fiyero sat down behind her. She settled back into him, not taking her eyes off of the sunset.

"Do we have to?" She asked, even though she knew the answer all too well.

Fiyero's chest rumbled gently against her head as he chuckled at her reply and a smile crept over her lips.

"I'm afraid so. My parents are probably ready to send out a search party already, we were supposed to leave for home at dawn remember?"

"I believe I was slightly distracted at the time," she replied slyly, planting a kiss on the arm that had snaked around her.

"Well yes, but that wasn't exactly my fault."

"Oh yes it was," she retorted.

"Sunsets sure are pretty here aren't they," he said, when he couldn't come up with a coherent rejoinder.

"Yes they are," Elphaba agreed, turning her attention back to the disappearing sun.

They sat like that, nestled together on the sand, letting the waves lap at their feet, just looking to the western sky. When the sun had finally been swallowed by the sea, the light extinguished for the night, and the first stars began appearing in the twilight they both rose in one accord. After sharing one last kiss in their secret paradise they made their way back up the beach to the horse waiting to carry them back to the world.

All too soon they found themselves traveling up the quiet streets of Loryntium. Iisen Lier loomed before them; haloed by the moon and protecting it's little province like a mother hen would her chicks. Within minutes the horse had been turned over to a stable boy and the two newlyweds were making their way through the courtyard (which was now devoid of all traces of the wedding except for the fairy lights still resting in the trees) and into the palace.

"Wait, wait," Fiyero stopped his bride when they reached the door. "I'm supposed to carry you over the threshold."

"I don't think so."

"Now, now, it's tradition you don't want to spoil it sweetheart."

"Since when have we been traditional, and what did I say about you calling me sweetheart?"

It was too late however, Elphaba made the mistake of getting playfully riled up and Fiyero surprised her, sweeping her off her feet and hauling her through the doors. She had half a mind to kick and scream and protest, but changed her mind and just enjoyed herself.

1 Month Later

Oz watched as the pinkish-white bubble descended from the sky to the city square below. Cheers erupted from the crowd as soon as the bubble was close enough to reveal its beloved occupant. Kristian Marvel stepped up on a platform that had been constructed in the square to wait patiently for the bubble to touch the floor and with a soft pop release Glinda the Good.

Glinda immediately turned her attention to the crowds, who quieted to hear the voice of their leader, their love. Kris turned to the crowd as well and picked up Glinda's contagious smile as he watched the citizens stand in reverent awe of the beautiful, and powerful, woman next to him.

"Fellow Ozians," Glinda began, speaking into a microphone so her voice projected through the city. "It has been a month since I last addressed you. It has been a long month, of hard work and trials since the storm ravaged our wonderful city. Finally that hard work has paid off. Our home is home once more, and that victory is something to celebrate!"

This announcement made the crowds applaud and grateful roar put the word 'thunderous' to shame.

"So gather about your family and friends," Kris continued where Glinda left off. "And bask in your triumph, enjoy your new and repaired homes and the dry streets! To Oz!"

Kris then raised a champagne flute to his lips and took a long sip to end the ceremony and begin the festivating.

The sea of people cheered again and clapped. Then the crowds parted into groups for dancing drinking, good company and other forms of merriment.

"And to Oz's lovely leader," Kris said suavely and quietly to the woman at his side.

Glinda blushed, "I couldn't have done it without you."

"Yes well, I can't very well toast myself can I?"

She flashed him a brilliant smile, the most genuine smile he'd seen her wear since his return, and snapped her fingers and another champagne flute, identical to his, appeared in her hand.

"To you then," she said, raising her glass and clinked it gently against his.

"Nice trick," Kris said after they'd both nearly drained their glasses.

"Unfortunately, parlor tricks won't save the country when another crisis hits," she mused, surveying the party going on about her.

"I need your help with something." She finished, but didn't elaborate.

As soon as they could Glinda and Kris retreated to the quiet palace and she led him to her bedroom. It was a bit improper looking she supposed, but she couldn't think of any other place where she was positive they wouldn't be interrupted.

"Oh wow, where'd you get this?" Kris asked in astonishment when she produced the Grimmerie.

"It doesn't matter, I need to learn how to read it," Glinda replied. "And since I'm pretty sure it's from your world I was hoping you could help me read it."

"Well most of it's in Latin," he said as he examined the pages. "And mine is a little rusty, but I think Oscar had books on Latin in his study. Why is it so important that you learn to read it?"

"Because. I have a feeling we'll be needing it," Glinda answered cryptically. That was all she would tell him.

"Hey beautiful," Fiyero said, wrapping his arms around his wife as she reached for a book located several shelves above her head. "What're you up to now?"

Elphaba allowed herself the luxury of melting into his arms to take her mind off her "studies" for while.

"Studying. You know there are times I really wish I had finished school before starting my 'campaign'. Madame Morrible may have been an evil, manipulative hag but she sure knew her weather magic."

"Weather magic? Is that what's got you so preoccupied?"

"Yes, I think it would be very beneficial if we knew why the enchantment over the Emerald City went so terribly wrong."

"And it hasn't occurred to you that it might have been Morrible's magic?"

"No, it has. But She needs to have a good view of the sky to get her power going, and last I heard Glinda had her incarcerated in the dungeons of the Emerald Palace."

"I see. Well, as much as I would love to make a little magic with you right now," he said trailing kisses along her neck. "My mother is waiting for you in the parlor."

"Oh? I though my "Queen Lessons" were over for the day."

"I don't know what she wants," Fiyero said. He didn't really care, except to be slightly put off because evening was when he was supposed to have Elphaba to himself. So he did his best to be distracting. And he was doing a very good job of it, to Elphaba's delight and dismay.

"No, I better go see what she wants," she protested when he turned her to have full access to her lips.

"But she got you al day," Fiyero whined adorably.

"Yes, but when I get back, you get me all night," she whispered seductively against his lips.

"Well get going then," he mumbled back, but he caught her with a very un-chaste kiss before he let her go.

"A state ball? She thinks I'm ready to attend a state ball? I signed onto no balls when I got into this," Elphaba raved when she made it up to their bedroom a half an hour later.

"Well what did you expect princess?" Fiyero asked soberly, meeting her in front of the fireplace.

"I didn't expect my name to be changed to Cinderelphaba for one thing."

Fiyero bit back a laugh, knowing it would get him into trouble. It wasn't easy though.

"Relax, they aren't so bad. I used to think they were kind of fun."

"Well you would," Elphaba grumbled. "You like to dance. Not only do I not like to dance, I can't. Or do you not remember the Ozdust incident?"

"I remember your dance becoming a sensation-

"Because Galinda joined in!"

"And I remember dancing at our wedding, you weren't complaining then."

"Well yes, but hugging and swaying hardly qualifies me for the ballroom," Elphaba rejoined.

"Look, don't worry about it. We have almost a month to teach you all you need to know and I think you'll find yourself enjoying it a lot more than you realize," Fiyero replied, kissing her nose as he said it.

"I can't just not worry about it, I'm paranoid, it's what I do," she insisted, but only half-heartedly.

"Well you'll just have to let me take your mind off it then," he replied.

Elphaba was of half a mind to protest at that point, but quickly thought better of it as her husband began to work his magic, quite efficiently 'taking her mind off it' for the rest of the evening.

Three months later

The light outside the Emerald Palace was fading into the west, signaling the end of another day in Oz. Kris stood before a large window in the residence portion of the Palace, gazing in wonderment at the fabulous color washing over the city. That was the thing about living in a city of emerald. Everything was bright and green all the time so the color ceased to be special or significant. But occasionally, just before dusk, the sunset's color would paint the town, bringing a welcome contrast. It brought life to the green that wasn't especially important until the pink showed up.

Around him the rooms and corridors were quiet. Most of the palace residents had gone down or out for dinner. The cleaning crews wouldn't venture out until everyone else had gone to bed. So there was really no reason for it to be noisy.

Kris had to chuckle at himself a bit. He'd spent the whole day in meetings wishing people would just shut up. Now that it was finally peaceful he wanted the noise back, it was just too lonely with only his thoughts for company. And dangerous too, for his thoughts had a funny way breaking the rules he imposed on himself.

So he found himself longing for some company, strangely one person's company in particular. Someone whose company he'd never really craved before, or was really supposed to hope to see. It was funny because he and Glinda were supposed to be co-leaders, but all week their divided duties kept them from having a clock-tik to chat. He missed the days when he and Fiyero and Glinda could take a break from their studies and have a night out on the town. Those were the days when they'd been mostly anonymous back then and almost carefree.

He stood contemplating for a minute before making a decision, but as soon as he had he knew it was the right one. So he changed quickly into some clothes less suited for business and more appropriate for fun and made his way down the hall.

"Come in." Was the muffled reply when he knocked on the door of Glinda's bedroom.

He let himself inside her 'inner sanctum' and found her sitting before the window, the Grimmerie lay open on the floor before her but she was paying more attention to the spectacular view of the western sky outside.

"Jeez, all you do these days is work," he commented lightly as he approached her.

She seemed a little startled and she turned to him fast enough to give herself whiplash.

"Oh, I thought you'd be Mork with my dinner," she said as she recovered. "Sorry I would have made myself a little more snappy."

"Don't worry about it, it's been a long day you deserve a break."

"Well there's more to do," Glinda said. She herself was missing the days when she could drop everything and go have some fun, but she was a public figure, that kind of anonymity wasn't something she had the luxury of anymore.

"I think it can wait until tomorrow. And I think your dinner date with yourself can be canceled, I'm sure you'll understand if you come up with a good excuse."

She didn't even smile.

"I can't, I have to—

"Whatever happened to the Glinda I knew not so long ago, the one who loved having fun with her friends?"

She finally learned the price of that love, Glinda thought bitterly. She missed that Glinda too. More so she missed the friends that Glinda had dropped everything for.

"C'mon, I can't have you turning into a workaholic just yet, you're far too young, it'd make me look bad."

"No, I have things to do and besides that I can't just run around town for fun anymore."

"Oh, why not?" Kris challenged.

"Well you can't either, we're public figures—

"So we're not allowed to have a good time once in a while?"

"Not like we used to. Fun is having big parties with our happy subjects."

"Who are you trying to convince, me or yourself?"

Glinda's face fell. She wasn't sure about the answer to that one.

"Come with me, I seem to remember you cast your best spells working cosmetology, no one has to know who we are. Just go put on something Glinda the Good would never wear and come back out and change our hair a bit. We can be nobodies for a whole evening."

It was tempting, too tempting. How could she turn down an offer like that? Especially if the said offer was backed by those soulful green eyes.

"Fine, I'll be a minute."

"Hurry up, suns gonna go down and the city will come alive without us."

"I'm going, I'm going."

She disappeared into her closet. It was funny, she almost had more clothes than she could ever possibly wear, and yet they were all the big, poofy kind that had become her trademark as the good sorceress of Oz. There was nothing in here she wouldn't wear to some official function or another. She searched through what seemed like miles of fabric until she finally reached the back of the closet and pulled out something she'd completely forgotten she had at all.

It was a simple black, knee-length dress she'd gotten during her first year at Shiz. She hadn't even gotten it for herself really. One Saturday she'd dragged Elphaba off-campus to go shopping and had bought her a light lavender dress, and forced her to wear it for the rest of the day. The color had suited her very well, Elphaba had looked gorgeous, though she'd never admit it, and probably still didn't believe it at that point.

As retaliation Elphaba had picked out another dress for Galinda, it was nearly a clone of her own except in black. Glinda had only ever worn it that one short day; Elphaba had only worn hers that day too. But they'd had fun gallivanting about town in their not-quite-matching dresses.

It was black and though the design never really went out of style it wasn't the latest elaborate concoction from the top designers in Oz. In short, it was perfect for a night of being 'normal'.

Glinda quickly shucked the behemoth she was currently adorned in and traded it for the black dress. She then pulled on a pair of black sandals she rarely wore and grabbed a white purse before returning to the main part of her bedroom to where Kris was waiting for her.

He whistled low as he gave her a once over that was flattering but not lecherous. She couldn't resist a little spin to show off her new look. She looked gorgeous, he had to admit, though he doubted the wisdom of following that train of thought. It would only get him in trouble later.

"So any thoughts as to how to change our "do's"."

"Yup." Glinda produced a wand she hadn't used in years, and with a swish and flick his hair was suddenly dirty blonde and slightly curly. Once more and her own hair was straight and brown with red highlights. It took Kris a little getting used to, but he decided he liked it.

"Are we sufficiently unrecognizable?"

"Can't you get a little taller?" He teased.

"Don't even go there," she warned.

"Alright then," he said, offering his arm as they walked out her door, leaving the wand, the Grimmerie and their lives as leaders behind, if only for a short while.

Hours later found the two strolling down the streets of the Emerald City. Kris had an arm draped casually about Glinda's shoulders (to help with the disguise of the cute, ambiguous couple he told himself) and she had an arm looped around his waist (for the same reason of course). Both were enjoying their relative invisibleness. For an evening they'd been able to escape the confines of the Palace without being met by flashing cameras and reporters, and people in the street eager to meet or touch the leaders of Oz.

"Well miss," Kris said, careful not say Glinda's actual name as they'd agreed before leaving the castle. "We've caught a show, for once not Wizomania, and eaten a fabulous dinner at a pub filled with people crazier than even we are. Anything else you're dying to do or am I supposed to have you home by midnight?"

Glinda giggled, no doubt the effect of whatever fruity concoction she'd had with her dinner.

"It's a little later for that I think," she was still sober enough to read the clock in the square.

"I don't think there's much to do around here after midnight, we should work on that," she joked.

"Ahh, it's not too bad. We probably ought to get back anyway, someone will wonder where we are and Aliira shouldn't have to hold them off all night." He replied, giving her an easy way out.

She was just tired enough by then to take it. Not that she hadn't enjoyed the night, but she'd been dealing with nightmares in the form of delegates and dreams all week, she was afraid she'd be turning into a pumpkin pretty soon.

"Yes, why don't we catch a cab and take a drive down the riverside to the back gates."

Kris agreed and a minute later he'd hailed just the cab and was helping her up into it.

"The lights sure are pretty," Glinda commented, as she watched the river slide passed outside her window. The few boats in the water were all lit up, and on the other side the suburbs of the Emerald City was illuminated by porch lights.

"Sure are," Kris echoed. But he wasn't watching the river lights; his eyes were glued to his companion.

Stop it, he reprimanded himself a second later. You swore you wouldn't go here when you got into this.

He'd never intended to become very attached to Glinda at all. Sure they were old friends and certainly were colleagues. But she'd been the fiancée of his best friend. The pretty girl he could never have. And she was still getting over the deaths of Fiyero and some nameless other friend, not to mention reeling from the shock of the natural disaster Oz had barely gotten through, he couldn't take advantage of her that way.

But that didn't stop him from draping his arm back around her shoulders when her dead fell against his chest halfway home. He was surprised when she started snoring just a bit. And more surprised that it wasn't because she was snoring, but because she'd been tired enough to fall asleep in the first place. They'd only been riding for about ten minutes, he hadn't realized she was so exhausted.

After twenty more minutes (he had said take the long way after all) they finally pulled up to the private gates of the Emerald Palace.

"Glinda," Kris whispered so the driver wouldn't hear. "We're home, wake up."

She didn't stir. He was about to try again when the cabbie stuck his head back to talk.

"Are you sure this is the right address, sir?" The gentleman asked, he looked as if he was trying very hard to refrain from scratching his head in confusion. Kris didn't see what the big deal was; all sorts of people used this particular gate.

"Yeah this is it," he replied, shoving a handsome wad of money into the driver's fist while he had his attention. Then Kris turned back to Glinda.

"C'mon, wake up." He shook her gently and she stirred at last. Ultra-marine eyes burst open as Glinda sprang awake. She seemed startled to find him hovering over her. "Hey it's okay, we're just home."

"Oh all right," Glinda mumbled, and accepted his hand in getting out of the cab.

She held onto his arm lightly as they wandered up the walk to the door of the palace. It was partially hidden by vines, the strange green on green combination would lose its oddness by dawn when the morning glory bloomed, but at the moment it just melded around the Oz oak door.

The walk up to the residence remained blurry in Glinda's mind, though she'd thought she hadn't consumed enough alcohol to be forgetting things. Then again, Kris wouldn't remember much either, and he'd always been able to hold his liquor much better than she.

He walked her all the way to the door of her chambers, though it certainly wasn't necessary, she was fully alert and nearly sober. The two stopped before the ornate doors and turned to one another, both just a little uncomfortable, neither knowing quite how to say good night after the evening they'd just had.

"Well," Kris began uneasily, eager to break the tension. "I had a good time, I hope you did too."

Well that was quite the line, in fifth grade now are you?

"I did," Glinda replied, pretending not to notice his anxiety or her own. "I imagine we shouldn't but I'd like to slip out more often like that. It's a nice escape.

He found himself nodding, though he was sure that wasn't how he wanted the night to end.

Glinda reached a neatly manicured hand out to the golden handle of the door, but hesitated to pull it. She stood watching Kris, waiting for him to say something more. It was a dangerous game they were playing, they were alarmingly close to getting lost in one another's eyes. Neither paid any heed to the warning signs unfortunately – or was it fortunately? – so when Glinda looked up just a fraction of an inch more, blue depths met the green abyss and she was gone. Lost entirely to the feeling of the moment, her brain went entirely offline and her heart took over. Kris was beginning to get swept away in the same feeling, though he put up more of a fight the passion of an instant won out and he found himself leaning forward and down, his eyes still drowning in hers.

She saw exactly what he was doing, what they were doing, and for a split second she was afraid, but it passed and she turned her head up just a tiny bit to meet him and welcome him. Their lips barely brushed at first, as if they were both terrified. As Kris stepped a little closer to have a better angle, Glinda half expected bells to ring or violins to play in her head, but then she realized she wouldn't have been able to hear over the raucous her heart was making anyway.

After a second Kris grew more confident, his tongue traced Glinda's bottom lip, ever so softly seeking entrance, which she granted after a second of uncertainty. Her free hand reached up to rest on his shoulder, both of his went to her waist, pulling her closer.

Reality came rushing back, after what seemed like eons, when Glinda felt her back press against the door and remembered her hand was still on the handle. She pulled away; her mind racing and heart still matching it beat for beat.

"Good-night," she said, because she couldn't come up with anything else. She didn't dare meet his eyes or look at his confused expression; instead she finally pushed on the handle and slipped into her bedroom.

Kris stood at the close door for a moment, feeling very stupid and rather embarrassed. He shouldn't have done that. But as he walked away towards his own chambers he glanced back to the door more than once, wondering if she'd reemerge. When she didn't he rounded the corner and increased his pace, berating himself for thinking for a split second that he could waltz his way into her life after meaning nothing to her for so long. It would take more than one night of freedom and more than one date.

Inside her bedroom Glinda went through the motions of getting ready for bed. She put the Grimmerie in the safe in her closet for the night, and returned the brunette look to her own blonde and brushed her hair out, she'd re-curl it in the morning. All the while she ran her tongue or fingers over her lips, she could still feel Kristian's kiss lingering there.

That couldn't possibly have meant anything more than a simple goodnight kiss. It couldn't. But she wanted it to, and she knew very well that kisses like that weren't shared between a couple of friends. So the real question was what was she going to do about it?

Glinda didn't sleep well that night. Too many thoughts plagued her mind. She didn't know if she wanted to start a relationship, especially one with Kris. He was her friend; he had been Fiyero's best friend. It was a little strange to imagine going beyond friendship with him, but it felt right too. She didn't know, she just didn't know.

"Oh Elphie, where are you when I need you?" She asked aloud, though nothing but the otherwise empty bedroom was there to hear. She found herself wishing that she could transport herself back four years, back to a little dorm room at Shiz University, where a fire would be crackling below the hearth on the far wall, and a green girl would be waiting to impart her wisdom while Glinda put pins and flowers in her hair.

Elphaba was sitting in front of the fireplace in the library, reading a book to occupy her time while Fiyero was in a meeting with his father. She wasn't very engrossed in the book though, so when the crystal ball flickered to life it caught her eye. Her curiosity piqued, the ball had never awakened by itself before. She set the book down on the table by her chair and picked her way through low bookshelves and tables until she stood before the crystal ball.

"Oh Elphie, where are you when I need you?"

"Glinda," Elphaba whispered, reaching a hand out to rest on the glassy picture just above her distraught friend's image. "I'm here, I'm right here."

And I'm all too far away.

She wished she could retrieve her broom from the back of the closet and rush off to the Emerald City to find out whatever was wrong. But reason held her back. If she'd have rushed to Glinda's side every time she had a crisis during school Elphaba never would have made it to class. She couldn't fly off the handle at the first sign of tears. But she wished she knew what had caused them.

"Don't cry anymore Glinda, I hear you." Elphaba said, wondering if was at all possible that the charm on the necklace that rested lopsidedly on the blonde's collarbone could transmit the message to its wearer. She wanted to tell her everything would be all right, but how could she when she didn't know what was wrong?

Noon the next day found Glinda in the gardens of the Palace. She'd decided to take her lunch there, mostly for the privacy it afforded. The gardens were expansive and the labyrinth of plants made it easy to disappear. And Glinda wanted nothing more than to be alone for a little while, away from bickering councilors and boisterous bureaucrats. But 'alone' was trap, it looked appealing but once one acquired it, it was suddenly all too lonesome.

"Is this seat taken?" An all too familiar voice asked.

Maybe she wasn't as disappeared as she thought she was.

"It is now." Glinda said, turning slightly to face Kris. She scooched over on the bench and pulled her cumbersome dress closer to allow him to sit down.

"I see you're back to yourself," he said, gesturing to her returned golden curls. "But if I didn't know any better I'd say you were avoiding me."

"Well I haven't done a good job of it then obviously."

"I was kind of hoping you'd like to talk about last night."

"I had a good time."

"We established that. The events taking place after the 'I had a good time's' are what I was going for."

"Oh boy," Glinda muttered under her breath.

"Look, I don't want to make this any more uncomfortable than it already is, so I just wanted to apologize. We had fun last night, I enjoyed it and I guess you did as well, but I shouldn't have taken advantage of you that way. We were both tipsy and tired and I'm sorry."

Glinda for a very long minute, considered taking his apology and letting the whole business be done with. She could run with the excuse that she'd been drunk and not thinking but for once in her life she felt she was thinking. For once in her life it was the moment of decision and she knew she had a useful head on her shoulders.

"Don't apologize, you don't need to. Neither one of us was that drunk or tired, don't cheapen what happened by making excuses."

Kris looked up from his feet to catch her steady, unashamed gaze.

"I owe you an apology, however. I shouldn't have run like I did, it was very unfair to you, to both of us really. And it was cowardly, and I'm sorry."

Kris stood up, tearing himself from her stare. His mind reeling over what she was saying. If she was sorry was there a chance? Or was this the part where she tried to let him down gently?

"Look I don't know where you want to go from here," Glinda said, nervousness born from uncertainty rising in her now, so she started talking, "I never really considered something like this happening between us. I mean I did, but I didn't think it would actually happen. But now that it has, I don't know, do we go with it? It seems so strange, now that we're here, and I'd kind of like to see what happens and…

Her babble faded out as he caught onto what she was trying to get at and a little hope grew in his heart.

"Glinda."

"… I don't know if it will work but till we try we'll never – What?"

"You don't have to convince me."

She opened her mouth to speak but was silenced by his lips descending on her own. And the questions died in her throat, becoming a small whimper that only served to encourage Kristian forward.

High above the two new lovers in the south tower a figure stood at a barred window.

"Oh how sweet. She thinks she's discovered her happily-ever after," spat the cruel woman watching the two embracing stories below. Her gravelly voice made a mockery of everything good in the world as she spoke to herself, "Well my dear, happily-ever-after is what I happen to excel at destroying. So sorry to rain on your parade." She tried to cackle, but her joyless voice couldn't even succeed at that.
Okay so there was some obligatory fluff, a little plot furthering and it's really long, so I'm sorry about the terribly slow update but I hope this sufficed. There will be more Elphaba/Fiyero in the next couple of chapters, and other fun stuff like that. Please review I'm anxious to hear what you think. Thanks for reading!