Okay, quick notice I had: the map from the musical (the curtain) is very different from the one I use, which is the one from Maguire's novel. Just so you won't get confused...

Enjoy! (rated T)

Glinda took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment. Having decided on arresting the Creep once and for all, she and Avaric were riding with a carriage on their second day of travelling to Gillikin Country, Wittica – though she had only decided on leaving when Fiyero had come for a visit, making sure Elphaba was alright and not alone.

"Are you sure about this?" He had asked her, seeing the blonde already packing up.

"I am. I will not have this man do business of any sort anymore. Like Elphie said: I am authority, I can do what I want." She had replied, determinately pushing her lips forward.

"Shouldn't we take guards?" Avaric was not only insecure about the whole trip, but doubted their 'secret mission' to be very successful on their own.

"Why? I've got you." She had worn a smile, then turned back to packing her stuff. Avaric had opened his mouth in protest, while her words rang in his head over and over again.

"But I-"

"You knocked him out last time."

"I'm not hitman." He scratched the back of his neck. "I'm not even a bodyguard; I can't just walk up there and punch him in the guts, I can't do that." He repeated, letting his shoulders sink.

"Avaric, I know you can at least tackle him. I trust you more than any of those guards. Remember that no one seemed to care whether he was imprisoned or not? I don't want to take any hypocrites on this trip, I'm nervous enough anyway." Glinda had said, taking his hand and gazing up into his eyes – far up; she had forgotten to wear shoes to her dismay. "Please?"

Sighing to himself, Avaric remembered her fluttering eyelids, the next thing having been him readying the carriage. Since they were undercover, he had taken one that did not scream 'royalty', but a regular one he borrowed from a merchant. Glinda had seemingly brought her whole bed, having stuffed the inside with puffy blankets and pillows, squeezing her luggage beneath the benches and herself in between the sheets.

"Avaric?"

"Huh?" he blinked, shaking his head lightly to stay awake when her voice rang from inside the carriage. "Y-yeah?" He yawned, rubbing his eye.

"It's past sunset."

"I know." He replied, eyes starting to fall close again.

"Break, Avaric." Glinda started to be annoyed by his habit of pushing himself to the limit. Normally, she would have dozed off already, but the blonde seemed to be waiting for him to stop for the night. She wanted their quest to be completely undercover, so she refused to stay at an inn.

"But we can make it to-" he yawned again. Glinda thought for a second, knowing that from inside the carriage, she could not flutter her eyelids at him. She needed an actual argument.

"Give the horses a break." She said, smiling triumphantly when the carriage halted. Listening to his steps outside, the young witch waited for the boy to free the animals from their bridles, tying them to the nearest tree and supplying them with water and food. Glinda fluffed the pillow she had already arranged for him on the opposite bench, retreating to her own make-shift bed.

The carriage door opened and Avaric slowly stepped in. They had already spent a night sleeping in the carriage, but his cheeks were tinted in a light pink anyway. Pushing the cushions aside with his foot, he managed to close the door again, turning to meet sparkling blue eyes. Glinda beamed a smile at him without any particular reason. He turned his back on her when taking off his shirt, which did not prevent her from watching – she had already changed into her nightgown, if she had not worn it all day anyway; he did not know. She sighed deeply, eyes trailing along the scars on his back, not to mention muscles. Glinda felt herself blushing, so she huddled further into her blanket, pulling it up to her eyes.

"Good night." She cursed inwardly for sounding timid, not understanding why. Luckily, Avaric was too tired to notice, so he yawned, returned her wishes and closed his eyes, turning to the wall and falling asleep quite soon, moaning shortly as he did. The blonde caught herself watching him, shaking her head and forcing her eyes shut, too.


"Okay, as soon as he opens this door, we'll-" Glinda winced alongside Avaric, when the handle was being pushed down from the other side of the entrance door. They had arrived the next day after an early breakfast. Glinda was not dressed especially formally, not wanting to draw attention to their visit, but to her surprise, no one had given them one side glace as the two marched up the paved path to the Creep's door.

An older man opened the door, dressed in light purple, plump and with sideburns that made Glinda frown. She lifted her chin, opening her mouth, but the man suddenly pulled her inside by her arm.

"Finally! What part of morning delivery did you not understand?" He seemed to be addressing Avaric instead of her.

"Morning- ouch!" The blonde yelped when he squeezed her arms tighter, glaring at her impatiently.

"You are to remain silent unless you are told to speak." He growled, almost closing the door, but Avaric stepped in, holding the door open with his foot. He was bewildered, but Glinda saw his temper rising, so she quickly caught his eye. With an urging look, the young witch told him to play along, being even more suspicious of their target than before.

The old man watched Avaric for a moment, then groaned and opened the door, telling him to wait in the parlour.

"Late and probably not even a virgin…" he muttered to himself, dragging Glinda with him along a corridor, shoving her inside a small room. Her eyes widened in confusion at his words and even more when catching sight of a black and white maid's uniform. It was far too short to be a proper uniform, the broad neckline telling her that it was not a children's either. "You have two minutes." He said, nodding his head at the other door to his right. Slamming the door shut, the man left her to herself.

Glinda frowned, unsure of what to do, wishing to be able to discuss the impressions she had gained so far with Avaric. Sighing, she decided to follow through with the charade, taking off her dress and changing into the upsetting maid's attire. It would at least give him a shock – she could catch him off guard and find out what all of it meant.

She swallowed, standing in front of the other door. What is all this about? Where is the Creep and what did that guy mean by 'morning delivery'? She wondered, silently pushing down the handle.

The room she entered was huge. Light flooded in from all sides, the large windows giving the impression of an oversized winter garden. There were plants in china pots in every corner, but apart from them, only few furniture. Some metres away from her – at least five, maybe more, she guessed – there was a couch, back facing her. She could see someone sitting on it, a glass of wine in his hand. That's him… isn't it?
Slowly nearing the man's back, Glinda took almost a minute to cross the room, struggling to keep her feet from running away instead. Her heels clacked against the polished white marble floor.

"You're late…" his deep voice made the blonde wince. It's him! "I believe I have no other choice, but to punish y-" he stopped upon turning around, his eyes widening upon recognising her. The Creep's eyes narrowed a second later, travelling along her curves, then back to her slightly flushed face. A wide smirk spread across his face as he leaned back to put his wine down on a coffee table, not breaking eye contact. "Why, Your Goodness." He lecherously licked his lips. Glinda avoided his gaping, staring ahead with a pretended plain expression. Her fists trembled. "I knew you would be back, but this is bold, I have to say." He grinned.

"What kind of game are you playing?" Glinda dared raising her voice, commanding it to be still. "Morning deliveries? Virgins? Ridiculous costumes? Punishment?" She inwardly exploded but compelled herself to stay calm.

"I always prefer them; they scream louder." He gave her the creeps, his voice almost a whisper, then hitting a low tone as he continued. "Though I highly doubt you being a virgin, I will enjoy this nonetheless." Glinda yelped when the Creep flung one arm around her behind, tightening his grip by digging in his fingernails. Staggering, the sorceress tried to stumble backwards, but the man grabbed her dress by her cleavage, pulling her down onto the couch, where he pinned her down by her arms above her head, sitting atop of her.

"You bastard." Glinda hissed, earning herself nothing but a grin. Asking herself why she had not put the pieces together earlier, she realised what he had been doing to probably many, poor girls. Her eyes seemed to throw daggers at him, but to no avail.

"You're even more sexy when you're angry." He growled, his eyes having a randy spark. She bucked beneath him, fighting her arms out of his grip, trying to shove the man off her, who only laughed. She was bewildered when she noticed him enjoying her struggle. He lowered his head, biting the skin of her neckline, pushing his mouth down to her cleavage. Panting, Glinda hustled it away with her hands, failing while doing so. She kicked her legs, but the man only groaned, finally lifting himself up.

"You have a preference…?" He murmured, sitting up, putting one hand behind his back. Gasping, the blonde quickly crossed her legs, squishing them together as if her life depended on it. Chucking lowly, the Creep squeezed her breast – which she tried defending with both hands – while slipping his hand between her thighs. Fighting her tears, Glinda refused to give in to her rising panic, unable to supress the tremble of her body. The adrenaline was exhausting her; she could feel her energy draining when the man thrusted his hand between her legs, trailing upwards.

"Fight." He moaned, a triumphant smirk stretching sideways on his face as he relished in her helplessness.

"I'll have you locked up for all eternity." Glinda's words came in fits. She had to force them out, feeling nauseous from the mere thought of the man on top of her reaching his goal.

"Not if I keep you here." He returned, unshaken by her threat. His eyes gleamed pruriently when she yelped as his fingertips brushed her underwear. Unable to hold the tears back, Glinda panted, her body aching from fighting against his touch. "You will do as I say and in return, I will keep the boy alive." He threatened, biting down his lip when she bucked again.

"You're no match for Avaric." Glinda dryly pressed, swallowing hard. The Creep stared into her eyes, shifting his weight to slide down onto her thighs, taking his hand back, aiming at the space now directly in front of him. He unbuckled his belt.

"Oh, love does make blind, I guess… But you're wrong," he ran both hands down her pelvis, then underneath the short skirt upon which she whimpered, not feeling strong enough to wiggle her way out, "and a-" he groaned suddenly, being sent flying over the coffee table with a fierce kick. Glasses and dished clashed, the backrest cracking at the top.

"Back off." Avaric's voice sent hot and cold shivers down Glinda's spine. Gasping, she scrambled to her feet, hopping over the couch's backrest, clinging onto her rescuer's arm. Avaric was steaming with rage. His body quivered as he stiffly crossed over to the man, supporting himself on the low table, shards covering it and the floor. Grabbing the man's collar, Avaric shieldingly held his other hand out to the side. The sorceress got the notion, turning away, covering her burning face with her hands, wincing when a dull groan came and faded.

The Creep's body dropped unconsciously to the floor. Avaric panted as much as Glinda did, staring down with fire in his eyes, only slowly ceasing. He turned, almost losing his balance when the young witch threw herself at him, violently burying her face in his chest, hands tightly gripping his shirt. Sobbing, she let him soothe her by stroking her back, patiently waiting for her to collect herself for several minutes.

"Don't ever do that again." He said after a while, to which she nodded heftily, swallowing the lump in her throat unsuccessfully.

"I won't." Glinda sobbed, clinging to him as he turned to eye the door. She still trembled, feeling the touch through her clothes when thinking about it. The feeling of being abused, being defenceless, being overpowered.

"You ready to get out of here?" He asked carefully, holding her gently by her shoulders to look into her tearstained, swollen eyes. Swallowing again, the blonde nodded. She closed her eyes, sighing shakily in relief when Avaric placed a soft kiss on the top of her head. "Okay." He said quietly, accompanying her to the changing room, where she put on her own clothes, while he went back to collect their prey.

Avaric had coolly informed the plump servant to be taking his master by order of Her Goodness, ignoring the questions and protest, throwing the Creep into the small trailer of the carriage – originally for forage. Tying his hands and legs together, the harasser was secured to the trailer, then locked up. Before setting off, Avaric went into the carriage, making sure Glinda was alright.

The young witch had bundled herself up into her blankets, sitting in the corner with her knees drawn to her, making herself as small as possible. She shook her head when he asked if she needed anything, so he told her to be stopping soon. She looked miserable, her thoughts distant, but she weakly nodded anyway.

After hours – the sun was beginning to set, bathing the horizon in a scarlet red, melting into fiery orange and yellow hues – Avaric picked out a place to rest for the night, feeling exhausted and not standing to leave Glinda by herself anymore.

The young witch was still huddled in the corner, her sobbing having ceased eventually. She had her eyes closed but opened them when Avaric entered. Her eyes were huge ponds, help-seeking and glistening from the tears she must have shed for hours. Sighing with sympathy, Avaric let his own eyes soften, sitting down next to her. Glinda immediately leaned against him, nuzzling herself into his shoulder. Not taking her arms out of the comforting warmth of the blanket, the blonde closed her eyes, sniffling once, then settling down. Avaric put his arm around her, embracing her protectively until she finally fell asleep.


Glinda woke up to a strange voice.

"Grr… Grl… Gl… in…" she opened her eyes, finding herself cradled on Avaric's lap. He was still asleep, head tilted backwards, mouth ajar and a hand on her flank. His calm breathing soothed the blonde when she remembered the day before – the reason why they were there.

A grunt reminded her of the unusual voice, so she rose into a sitting position, blinking against the earliest of morning lights.

"Chistery." She gasped lightly, turning to see Avaric not having woken up. The Monkey hopped through the window he had opened, clumsily hugging her. Confused, Glinda was too frozen to react. He grunted once more, staring into her eyes when releasing her. The sorceress tilted her head lightly, which was mirrored by the Monkey. Chistery blinked at her, then turned and jumped out of the carriage, taking off with about a dozen flying monkeys, heading towards the south.

"Chistery…" she mumbled, watching them getting smaller and smaller in the grey morning sky. Maybe Elphie sent him…? She wondered, confused why they flew towards the Emerald City instead of Kiamo Ko.

Deciding to wait until she could ask her best friend, Glinda turned back to Avaric, watching him fondly. There was no way she could ever repay him for his deeds, she knew that. Sighing softly through her nose, the young witch sank back down, turning to face his stomach, pressing her forehead against his abdominals, feeling them in- and deflate.

He stirred, lightly groaning when waking up. Glinda closed her eyes, taking the hem of his shirt and snuggled into it. She felt him relax after a moment, one hand soothingly caressing her back as she dozed off for a few more minutes.