A/N: Sorry I haven't been on lately. It's spring break so I should have posted more. I want to have another Chap up tonight though so I hope you guys'll forgive me. Um, I'm sorry this ones sort of short. And hope the lemons are likable, even if they aren't my favorite persuasion. Again, hope it's not to pornish, or to vague. Thanks to all my readers and reviewers. I always appreciate it.

Elphaba

Leaving the mauntery was a horrible experience. It was already agreed upon by everyone that, even though Oatsie was the kind of woman who valued her pay over the law, I should be disguised during the trip but the morning already proved to be in somebody else's favor as it began a slight drizzle. That thought was annoying enough but the storm grew, enough that I knew it would quickly soak through my clothing. Oatsie arrived leading a caravan of carts, mostly lead by horses, or for all I knew Horses. I chose to get in the farthest back, one loaded with animals and once again, possibly their sentient relatives. I felt relaxed in their presence but Charlie chose to remain up front, conversing with Oatsie more often than the other recipients of her services.

I avoided the other riders through the days between the mauntery and the castle in the Vinkus. I heard mumblings about me, rumors, of course the mention of the witch came up, but there were more, a murderer, a harlot, a thief; these people had no problem, entertaining themselves with stories of my past and my awkwardness. It was almost like Shiz, except, it wasn't. I could never go back there, not even mentally. That would hurt to much, because she wouldn't be there anymore. I allowed myself to slip past my usual cynicism and into more violent and hate-filled thoughts at myself. I doubted I could ever make myself believe I had made the best choices in my life.

The day finally came that we reached the castle. Most looked up at it in awe as we arrived but I kept my eyes low, the sun was out so I chose to walk alongside the cart I had claimed as a f aux home. Charlie came to me and urged me to look upon our approach, but as we reached the trail leading up the steep hill that housed our new home I couldn't understand why. It was ratty, and black, and falling apart. One day I would come to understand what kind of metaphor this castle was for my own being.

Charlie said his goodbyes, almost cheerily to the others, but I knew it was a front. He didn't care for these people, just the company they provided, I couldn't do the same for anyone, much less myself.

Oatsie snuck off from the others, told them to go ahead, giving my final hint as to her horses being as she mumbled directions in their ears. She came to me and slipped her arm around my shoulder, her head low but her eyes were very aware of Char lie's figure as he climbed the hill to the castle.

"I've heard of you." it was low, but I heard it loud and clear, and it almost made me jump.

I scowled from the hood of my coat but kept quiet as she laughed "And I respect your work. But I'm wondering how much good you can be to anyone out here."

At that I laughed, it was a choked and arid sound, it shocked even me "I can do much more good staying out of the way."

She shook her head, her laughter dying down slightly "Maybe you can, or maybe you think you can. Somewhere in the world, somewhere in Oz, somebody appreciates you, and what you're doing." She patted my back roughly and left, I didn't bother turning back, even if I wanted to.

In the castle there were four major towers, each one in their respective placement of north, south, east, and west. Charlie claims the south while I take the west. After we settled in our towers, we spent days avoiding each other. He'd leave food in the kitchen, with no explanation of how he got it, and I'd sit in my room, reading the grimmerie for lack of anything else. It wasn't as if I'd never tried to, but it was foreign tongue, every glance seemed to leave new glyphs on the page, as if they were footsteps, constantly being replaced on a beach. But I realized I'd given up to easily, now, each glance left me staring harder, and deciphering more. I felt the urge to take notes but I couldn't find much parchment and certainly no pens. I dealt with it and hoped my memory would suffice.

One day, Charlie caught me in the kitchen, he was just sitting there and I tried to greet him and leave with a bread roll but instead he stopped me.

"Elphaba," I kept my back to him, but didn't leave as I'd planned.

"Tell me about Nick." I winced at that, I hadn't planned to tell him about his brother."

"Elphaba, please." He was on the verge of begging. I could hear it in his voice, but I fought to keep my shoulders from shaking.

"Elphaba! Please!" I hadn't expected him to shout, I gripped the edge of the counter and as he was about to begin again I turned around.

"Fine." I cut him off as he took another breath, the only reason I knew he'd heard me was his slow exhale.

I looked up at him and sighed "H- he went to far. I couldn't even tell he'd been human at one point."

I could hear the creaking of his jaw as it tightened. I didn't want to keep going but as I tried to leave he held his arm out. "What did he say?" I could hear his voice shaking, he kept his face stoic.

I pushed his arm out of my way, growing frustrated, and said "He attacked me. He said 'She' did that to him, but I don't know who it could have been." I rubbed my temples, fighting not to cry and finished "He said you were good enough for me to help but not him."

Both our eyes were downcast as moments passed between us. The only sounds were our breathing, both were very off rhythm and very forced. I wanted to say more, to say something helpful, but I couldn't. Instead, I did something I was finding myself very good at, I walked away. Oatsie's words echoed in my head as I made my way to my tower. I didn't understand how anybody in Oz could appreciate me, much less anything I did. Nobody appreciated a coward.

Glinda

Kynot and I began spending a great deal of time outside of the house. Fiyero was always busy, all that seemed to matter to him was his paperwork. Looking back, that might have been a selfish way of thinking but now I hated that everyone seemed to be leaving me in some way. My fiance would come home and eat dinner, but he always went to bed early and woke up in the same manner. He'd feed the kids, and our other guests, who'd seemed to take up residence in our home, and then he'd leave. After that I hated the guests. Kynot seemed indifferent, although I could see how much it was better for him to be around other people.

I lost my emotions, it was if I'd misplaced them somewhere, but now I had a mask. Of course it was mostly for Fiyero and Kynot but it worked just as well for public appearances. I went to meetings and press events, but I loathed them. They were mostly just about the Wicked Witches appearance in Munchkinland. I hated thinking about it, but my mask kept me in tact.

I began feeling the effects of insomnia, watching Fiyero sleep, rather than partaking in it myself. I could close my eyes but never without seeing her face and shuddering, knowing that I shouldn't think of her with my future husband in my bed. One morning came, and Fiyero, turned to see me watching him, he smiled and pulled me close to him. I fought the urge to pull away and allowed him to hold me close, his scent made it too hard for me to close my eyes and pretend that he was Elphaba. I suppose it was for the best when I found out what was coming next.

"Waiting to wish me a good luck?" he mumbled groggily and smiled, kissing my cheek.

"W-with what?" I honestly had no clue what he'd need luck with today. All he'd been doing lately was paperwork.

He yawned and stretched slightly, "I'm taking Dorothy to see the Wizard."

I felt so much relief at that, and relaxed into Fiyero's chest, I hadn't even realized how tense I was. I regretted it though as Fiyero kissed me, I faked that well enough but soon his hands began to pull up my nightdress.

"I'm sorry my love, I've been neglecting you so much." I shivered as his hand slipped under my nightdress and felt it's way up my stomach and cupped one of my breasts. He mistook the reaction for anticipation while I knew it was guilt. I didn't feel bad for him as I allowed his mouth on my body and I did my best to mimic the reactions I'd provided before, when the experience was primal and I enjoyed it. Now, I hated him for making me cheat on my love, and myself for allowing it to happen. I moaned when he licked my breasts, and panted as his hand slipped under my panties. He took it as a sign to continue and he felt something I couldn't fake. I was anything but pleasured as he kissed his way down my body. This made it easier to fake as his scent only existed as an afterthought, now I could imagine my true love. I could pretend his forceful tongue was hers, although I wondered if she would be more gentle. I put her dark flowing hair in the place of the copper hair between my thighs and her soft green hands on my thighs in the places where brown ones gripped roughly. I did everything I could not to moan, her name as I came, panting into the morning light shining through the window.

My fantasy was soon shattered when the man I'd once thought I loved made his way over me. I looked at him, trying to replace his features with hers but it was impossible as I panted lightly beneath him. I put my hands on his chest gently, trying to feel the small soft breasts I'd adored so much. But soon any hopes of replacing the two died as he reached down and slid his pants down slightly. I stiffened as I realized what he was doing and looked up at him horrified. I felt his member on me and he entered me so smoothly but the ache was there, he groaned and that made me accept what I had to do.

"No!" I groaned as well, but more in discomfort than the pleasure he expressed.

He looked down at me concerned and pulled out "What? Did I hurt you? Are you alright?"

I looked at him up and down and a slight calm settled over me before I spoke and the tears slid out as quickly as he had "F-Fiyero, I c-can't do th-this." I sobbed, trying to keep my voice down.

"What can't you do, my love?" He held me in his arms, forgetting about his own little problem.

I pulled away and sat on the edge of the bed, sobbing as my chest heaved painfully, "I can't be with you Fiyero. Not after what I've done."

He didn't respond, instead he put his hand reassuringly on my shoulder. I knew I was ruining something amazing, he was an amazing man, he was sweet, and smart, and everything I had thought I could ever want when I was a young girl in Frottica, but now I couldn't deny who the woman I'd become wanted, and gave myself to.

"Fiyero, I s-slept with her," I mumbled.

"Wh-what? Who?" He didn't seem to have been able to hear at first but then he grasped it.

"Elphie." I sighed, wiping the tears on the back of my hand.

He didn't say anything. Instead he got up and went to the bathroom. I pulled my nightdress down and my underwear back on, and kept my eyes downcast. Even as Fiyero left, neither of us made any attempt to address the other.

I waited a few hours and heard Fiyero greet everybody and eventually leave. He hid his feelings as well as I did. I waited another hour before going stairs. Kynot was naturally very quiet, usually just staying in his room, but when I went out of my own I could find him. I looked everywhere, hoping I'd see him, hoping we could go out, maybe to buy him some clothes or books or something, but when I went to the front door I found a note, covered in his handwriting.

Miss Glinda,

I've gone with the captain and the others to meet the wizard. Fiyero asked me not to disturb you but he said I could go. I hope you don't mind. I should be home before dark. The captain said he would handle dinner tonight. I'd like to ask you about maybe taking an interest in my studies when I return home, if you don't mind that is.

Kynot.