Disclaimer: Nothing here is mine, well, the overall story plot is of course, but that's about it.
A/N- Another cheating chapter from the musical, but it won't lead where you expect it to.
A/N2- Otter Pops for my reviewers, pink and green ones of course.
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Crazy Homeschooer
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Drop Your Oboe
Under cover of clouds and night, a figure dropped from the sky, landing in the courtyard of Colwen Grounds. It slunk into the nearby hallway. Into an office, and hid itself in an armoire to wait until morning. Several hours passed—or was it mere minutes?—either way, the fugitive became a bit bored. The wardrobe was dark, but the glass front provided a substantial view of the room. A woman was wheeled into the room by a young man in silver servant's livery. She handed him the cup, which he took with extreme formality.
"Will there be anything else, Madame?" the servant, whom the hidden figure deduced to be Boq said in the same severe formality.
"I've asked you to call me Nessarose, remember?" she reminded him, hoping he would call her 'Nessarose' this time instead of just 'Madame'. It made her feel old and the term always brought memories of that Horrible Morrible as Elphaba had called her.
"Yes, Madame." With a curt formal bow, he leaves the room, empty cup in hand.
"Boq…" Nessa says softly, picking up a hand mirror from the nearby table and examining her reflection.
A voice from the armoire startles her, "Well…it seems the beautiful get more beautiful—" there stood Elphaba, revealed within the mirror of the wardrobe, "—while the green just get greener." She emerges, causing her sister to roll back in shock, "I'm sorry, did I scare you? I seem to have that effect on people." Her sister gave her a look that said: 'I can't imagine why…besides the fact that you're green and have magical powers,' the green took her in and said, in a heartfelt manner, "It's good to see you."
Nessarose did not return the gesture and simply snarled, "What are you doing here?"
"Well, there's no place like home." She gathered her nerve, "I never thought I'd hear myself say this, but—I need Father's help. I need him to stand with me."
"That's impossible," was the wheelchair confined woman's snarky response.
"No, it isn't, not if you ask him." They both knew Nessa was the favorite and able to get whatever she asked for, "He'll do it for you, Nessa—you know he will."
"Father's dead." She dead-panned, this time it was she who shocked the green.
Blind-sided, Elphaba asked, "What?..."
"He's dead. I'm the governor now." She continued off her sister's stunned reaction, "Well, what did you expect? After he learned what you'd done, how you disgraced us—he died. Of shame. Embarrassed to death."
The green turned away in pain, struggling to absorb the gravity of the situation. Taking a deep breath she faces Nessie once more, "Good. I'm glad. It's better this way."
"That's a wicked thing to say." The governor of Munchkinland says, a bit wickedly herself.
"No. It's just true. Because now it's just us! You can help me and together—"
But Nessa interrupted forcefully, "Oh, Elphaba, shut up! First of all, I can't harbor a fugitive. I'm an unelected official. And why should I help you? You fly around Oz, trying to rescue Animals you've never even met—and not once have you ever thought to use your powers to rescue me!" she rolled towards the green, several times becoming dangerously close to her shins, "I've always depended on you, my entire life. How do you think that feels? I'm trapped in this hideous chair with wheels, and all I want to do is be able to kick up my heels."
"Nessa, there isn't a spell for everything! The power is mysterious, it's not like cobbling up a pair of—" but her mind was already at work as she stared at the jeweled shoes upon her sister's delicate feet, they seem to light up on their own accord, "Wait—" she pulled the Grimmerie from her satchel and thumbed through it until she finds the appropriate spell and began to chant.
"What are you doing—what does that mean?" Nessarose gasped, "Oh, oh—my shoes!" the jeweled shoes glow with a reddish light, "It feels like they're on fire!" she looked up at Elphaba, still fanning her feet with the hem of her dress, "What have you done to my shoes?!"
Suddenly, her right foot jerked into the air, followed by the left, and then the first shot out once more, pulling her into a standing position. She tried to take a step and fell clumsily. The green rushed over to her side but she fanned her away.
"No! Don't help me!" Nessa thought to herself, 'I can walk, I don't need her help.' And hauled herself to her feet, took another awkward, ungainly step, and finally with great determination began to walk.
"Oh, Nessa at last! I should have done this a long time ago—I've finally done something good…" Elphaba smiled and held out her arms to embrace her sister, but the now not-so-crippled woman moved past her.
She grabbed a bell from the table and shook it fervently as she called out: "Boq! Boq, come quickly!
"Boq?!" the green asks suddenly recalling what she had seen from the wardrobe, so Boq was her servant.
As she got back into her wheelchair, Nessarose called once more, "Boq! Come here at once!"
"Nessa, wait—no one can know I'm here—" Elphaba tried fruitlessly and moves to hide in the armoire once more—
Suddenly Boq is there, ruining all plans of escape, "Yes, what is it, Madame Governor--?" at the sight of Elphaba he stopped, instantly shocked and terrified, "You!"
"Boq—"She backed away as he grabbed a letter opener to defend himself with, the urge to roll her eyes was considerable, but she resisted doing to.
"Stay back!" he brandished the dull, knife-like implement.
"Boq, it's just me. I'm not going to hurt you—" she was cut off before she could continue, she wanted to add that he had given her that box for her birthday, he had helped with that, but now, two years later everything was changed.
"You're lying. That's all you ever do—you and your sister! She's as wicked as you are!" Boq exclaimed hiding his trembling ineffectively.
"What are you talking about? Sure Nessa can be needy at times, but wicked? Is your head on straight? Or is it just hollow?" Elphaba was lost and confused at his reasoning.
He exploded with a deep, long-suppressed rage towards the Thropp sisters, "I'm talking about my life! The little that's left of it! I'm not free to leave Munchkinland, none of us are! Ever since she took power she's been stripping the Munchkins of our rights! And we didn't have that many to begin with! And do you know why?"
"To keep you here, with me. But none of that matters anymore—look!" And Nessa stood from her wheelchair, taking a few steps for him.
Stunned, he drops the letter opener, takes in Elphaba, "You—did this? For her?"
"For both of us." His boss and psycho-love-stalker moved closer to him.
"Nessa—this changes everything!"
"I know!"
"I'm leaving here tonight for that ball that's announcing Glinda is engaged."
"Glinda." The word was curdled with deep hatred.
"Nessa, I lost my heart to Glinda the moment I first saw her—you know that."
She leans over the desk and Elphaba rubs her back soothingly, she turned, a glare in her eyes to match her sister's, "Lost your heart? Well-we'll see about that!"
"Nessa—let him go—"the green attempted to reason with her little sister.
"Did you think I'd let you leave me here flat?!" she moved closer to him, daring him to run from the room, "You're going to lose your heart to me, I tell you! Even if I have to—magic spell you!" she caught sight of the Grimmerie and paged through it, she started to chant haltingly and with great difficulty.
"Nessa stop! It's dangerous!" Elphaba moved to pull the Book away.
"What is she doing?" Boq asked.
"You're pronouncing the words all wrong!" the green screamed urgently, she knew the consequence of a mispronounced spell.
"I'm warning you—don't try to stop me, or—" Boq broke off as he backed out of the room and clutched his chest in pain.
"Oh no…Nessa…" The green finally stops her sisters miscast magic.
"Boq, what is it?" Nessarose asked, clearly concerned for him.
He clutched his heart once more, "My heart! It feels like its shrinking!" and dropped into the wheelchair in a dead faint.
"Elphaba--! Do something!" Nessa rushed over to him.
"I can't! You can't reverse a spell once it's been cast!"
"Then what will we do?" the Book was yanked from her arms, "This is all your fault! If you hadn't shown me that horrendible book—"
The green woman stopped her, "Hush will you?! I've got to find another spell, it's the only thing that might work."
As Elphaba chanted, Nessarose thought to herself aloud, "Please, just save Boq. I don't want to be left till my sorry excuse for a life is over. I'm alone and loveless; just the girl in the mirror; the Wicked Witch of the East they called me…we deserve each other, just her and me."
"He's asleep," The green broke off from chanting and rolled out the wheelchair from behind the armoire, "And don't worry about his heart, he won't need one now."
She picked up the Grimmerie, clutching the broom in emerald twig-like fingers, "I have to go. I have unfinished business in the Emerald City."
"Elphaba, please—don't leave me!" the younger sister screeched in panicked desperation.
Elphaba stopped and turned, sighing heavily before telling her, "Nessa…I've done all I ever could for you. And it hasn't been enough. And nothing ever will be." Tenderly, she touched her sister's face as she stood stock still, and disappeared once more.
In the courtyard, the green mounted her broom once more. About to fly to the Emerald City, to meet up with a group of the Resistance, she heard Nessarose scream at the top of her lungs: "It was Elphaba, Boq! It was Elphaba!". Little did she know those would be the last words she heard her sister speak. For they would become estranged once more, even more so than they had been before. This time though, there would be no hope of forgiveness from either party.
A/N- Alright, what do you think of my cheating chapter? Review please.