I thought I'd be nice and give you guys a sort of "what happens to everybody" kind of thing :)
Iamgoku: oh no, not the wombats! :o she is, sorry
LillyFae: it's an AU, Elphie isn't Magic :o
Faesflower: Thank you :) I'm sorry for the sad ending :o
RedApple435: aww, thanks :3
TreacheryX2: sorry :o
Thedoctor24601: aww, I'm sorry :o
Elphaba'sGirl: I cant, sorry :o
Lookingpositivelyemerald: well, technically, this is the last chaoter now
Guest: aw, I'm sorry
Rosepetal33: I'm sorry :o
Elphabalover101: she is, sorry :o
Tears streamed down Martha's cheeks as she watched officers snapping handcuffs on Norman. After everything, she did still love him. The fact that it had gotten to the point where she was now too afraid to leave the armoured car, however, was proof that this had to be done. She wondered if Norman knew he had killed their child; she wondered if he cared. The officers pushed Norman towards another car as he fought them with every step. His eyes moved to her, a look of both anger and betrayal seething from them as he realised what was happening.
"You useless bitch!" He screamed, his face red at this point. "You just wait! I'll get you back for this!"
Martha began to cry harder, tears coming even easier than before. She felt alone in the world; she had nobody anymore. Elphaba had promised her help, but she'd be leaving for university at the end of the year. Her eyes moved to the interior of the car; searching for something that could - she opened the glovebox, peering inside. She reached in, her fingers clutching the dark handle. She had always wanted to go to the emerald city.
...
"Elphie! Elphie, wake up!"
Elphaba groaned. "What do you want Glin?" Her eyes snapped open. "Wait, Glin?" She called out, her voice desperate.
"Fae?" Fiyero's voice sounded from her door. He had been coming over a lot more after their hospital visit. His head appeared around the corner and he smiled as soon as he saw her. "Hey, beautiful," he said, entering.
Elphaba scoffed. She had just woken from a nap and was sure she probably had atrocious morning hair. She must look far from beautiful. "You don't have to lie to me, to make you feel better," Elphaba said with a smile.
Fiyero sat on the end of her bed. "I'm not lying," he replied with a playful smile.
Elphaba blushed. "What are you doing here anyway, dork?" She asked, trying to flatten her hair slightly.
Now it was Fiyero's turn to blush. "I - I don't know if you know this, but - we became friends two years ago, today." Fiyero paused, obviously nervous about whatever he was going to say next. "I - I was wondering if you, maybe, want to make our 'friendaversary' into, maybe, an anniversary?" Elphaba was speechless; her mouth imitating the gestures of a fish out of water. Fiyero began to panic. "Oh no, I've made things weird! I'm sorry, just forget I said anything!"
He began to stand but was pulled back down; a soft pair of lips pressing firmly against his own. "I would love to be your girlfriend," Elphaba replied as they separated; they're foreheads still pressed together.
Fiyero's cheeks burned red once again, a cheeky grin plastered on his lips. "Happy, one second, anniversary."
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Galinda stood in front of the crowd, her hospital gown hanging loosely from her body. She looked at her arm, a bruise rising from it as if a bubble. Her hand moved to her lip, noticing that the cut that had been there was now gone. She stepped closer to the railing, clearing her throat. An extravagant dress now billowed from her body. "Fellow Ozians, we have been through a terrifying time." She gulped, her breath shaking. "But, as terrifying as terror is, I'd like to lead Oz as 'Glinda the good'."
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