Chapter Thirty-Six:

Elphaba couldn't believe that it had happened. One minute she had been scouring through the Grimmerie, trying to find a spell that would take her to see her sister and the next minute she heard the sound of flying monkeys. Before she knew it Fiyero was gone.

It had all been her fault. If she hadn't been so focused about Nessa then she would have surely seen them coming, she would have surely been able to stop them.

She had been distracted by her vision of Nessa, too caught up to realize that it was a decoy to get her distanced from Fiyero. It had only been an hour. She had only been locked in her room with that book for a mere hour.

They had taken him away though in that time frame, taken him to the circus as a merciless taunt for her to come crawling back to them.

Those monkeys worked for The Wizard and Morrible and everyone else at that circus she knew that very well. She had been the one to accidentally, unintentionally turn them into what they are. She hadn't meant to.

It was her first meeting with The Wizard since she had been kidnapped. Mr. Boss and Yackle had apparently told him and Morrible of her powers after she nearly ripped them all to shreds with her magick. He wanted to see what she could do.

It was the first time anyone was ever curious, interested in her. She had been too eager to please. She had still been a child, eleven or twelve at best.

He asked her to perform a spell for him from his spell book. And so she did.

And it all went downhill from there.

After finding out the truth, she took the Grimmerie for herself only to have it stolen from her years later and vowed never to help him ever again.

That's when they decided to turn her into their enemy. But they decided to torture her first, that's why they kept her in the circus. They already wanted her run down by the time her ending was to arrive.

Elphaba knew that this was different from what The Time Dragon Clock had said her life was going to be like… but for some reason she still believed that her ending was not going to be a happy one.

Ever since she was born, people had looked down upon her and her life. No one cared, no one listened. Except for Glinda and Fiyero.

And now with both of them missing, Elphaba didn't know how much longer she could take this life of running and fighting.

He winced as she pressed a cloth to his wounds.

"Sorry," mumbled the blonde as she continued, avoiding his eyes, "They hurt you pretty bad," she remarked as she lifted up the cloth and saw the claw marks on his arms and shoulders.

"Yeah, they have a good grip," said Fiyero who was still wincing in pain. They continued like this in silence for a while. His bonds and gags were left on the floor. Glinda had him sitting on the table while she tended to him.

"What exactly happened?" she asked, curious her skirts rustling as she reached for a clean cloth.

Fiyero gave her a look, "What exactly happened to you?" he retorted.

Glinda blinked at him and then looked down at her new dress. The blue glittering ball gown with the tiara and sparkles to match.

"I asked you first," she said lightly with a faint smile. She brushed a lock of hair back from her face and glanced at him.

"I thought you would be mad at me," she said quietly when he didn't answer her question, "for running off like that and everything."

"I'm not mad," he said with a sigh, "Just frustrated. Where the hell am I anyways?"

Glinda swallowed and finished wrapping up his wounds before she answered him.

"You're at the Ozling Brothers Circus," she said simply. She didn't look at him though and even still she felt his gaze upon her.

"I'm what? Are you saying that they've kidnapped you and I? That's it," Fiyero hopped down from the table determinedly though his injuries stopped him from moving so fast. "We're getting out of here."

He reached for the door when Glinda, her skirts crinkling with each step, put her hand on his shoulder, "We can't."

The train was at a standstill but Glinda knew that they had the monkeys walking around as guards to make sure no one escaped.

"What do you mean we can't?" Fiyero bellowed becoming extremely furious very quickly. He turned to face her, his face red with anger.

"It's my fault, Fiyero," said the blonde honestly, "You're not here by accident. I-I," her eyes went downcast and filled with guilty tears, "I asked them to bring you here."

"Why in Oz would you do that?" spat out her prince after a moment. He was angry, very, very angry with her.

"I was being selfish, I wanted you away from Elphaba and I wanted you all to myself," the truth was spilling out easier than Glinda imagined it would have. The guilt that had torn apart her soul was slowly lifting and making her feel better.

"And you really thought that that would fix things?" laughed Fiyero bitterly as he moved just a step away from her. He shook his head at her in disbelief.

"Let me explain, Fiyero!" she said a bit defensively.

"You really surprise me sometimes Glinda," Fiyero said with bitterness and hatred suddenly prominent in his voice, "Just when I think you turn things around, you go back to being yourself."

"Fiyero…" His words hurt her. They cracked at her glass heart and made her bones ache with pain and sadness.

"Don't," he hissed at her as he walked away from her and put both hands on the table, his head bent low.

"I need your help," begged the blonde as she tried to get him to look at her, "Morrible and The Wizard are planning something terrible. When I came here, I wanted them to kill Elphaba and I thought that's what they were going to do… but Fiyero I think I was wrong. No, I know I'm wrong," her face grew pale as she remembered what Morrible said to her, "They're going to kill us."

"You're insane," muttered Fiyero, "You really expect me to believe that?" He looked up at her with disgust written all over his face.

"I know it's true," she said solemnly. Her eyes were serious and for once they sent fear down Fiyero's spine.

Even in that ridiculous outfit, Fiyero couldn't deny that her eyes and her expression were not joking.

"You did this, all of this, just because you want me?" he asked her quietly. The room was deathly silent besides the two of them, causing a rift in conversation.

"Yes," said Glinda surely as her stomach churned with nerves.

"What about Elphaba?"

Those blue eyes of hers flickered away from his for a moment.

"I'm realizing now that I want her too," admitted Glinda with a small smile.

He looked at her, staring intently. Those damn sequins and sparkles though were giving him a headache.

"You should get changed, that outfit is causing me to have a migraine," he muttered, changing the topic quickly.

She nodded submissively and did as she was told. She was in no mood to argue. Changing back into her pink costume, she folded up the ball gown as best she could and placed it on a clean spot on the otherwise dirty floor. Who knows if she would need it again?

"How are your shoulders feeling?" she asked hesitantly as she squeezed next to Fiyero who was already lying on the mattress, his back facing her. She knew that she was walking on eggshells by even trying to speak with him.

She made an attempt to try and massage them for him but she was rudely rebutted when he rolled over and scooted just far enough away from her that she couldn't reach.

She let her hands drop. She could feel her heart pumping faster than normal and she could feel the breaks and cracks that were forming. Her eyes watered. The muscles in her throat were suddenly tight and wouldn't budge.

"I love you," she said quietly, her voice wavering and quivering like the ever-changing waves of the sea.

Her words were met with silence for the longest time.

"I used to love you," said Fiyero after a while, "But now… I don't think I ever can."

Her breath contracted her chest and Glinda felt like she was going to burst into tears.

"Elphie would love me," she said timidly like a small child might when trying to prove their parents wrong.

"Not if she knew that you were the one who's trying to kill her," retorted Fiyero angrily. He suddenly faced her.

"Don't think that she wouldn't act the same way as I am! I can't believe you'd sink this low, Glinda."

"I'm sorry," sputtered out the blonde as she put one trembling hand on his face, "I didn't mean for it to go this far! I thought-"

She was about to cry.

Fiyero looked at her with no pity.

"Don't cry. Just don't." he said sternly.

He turned back over and ignored her for the rest of the night.

Glinda spent the evening crying herself to sleep in silence.

I wasn't so sure about this chapter but antiwicked helped me realize that I was just being too critical of myself and my writing. First day of school was today. It went pretty well. Creative Writing class should be a blast. Looking forward to secretly writing all Wicked fanfics while disguising them as 'normal' stories.

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