Hello there! If you don't know me, I'm Nausika! Nice to meet you and welcome to my Universe!

So this will be a row of shorts about my favourite pairing/friends: G(a)linda and Elphaba! I wrote a huge story about the events after Wicked and finally finished it, but could not let go of the two just yet...

The chapters don't necessarily hang together and just be short excerpts of their lives in Shiz or perhaps even before. I'm a huge Gelphie fan, but I don't know yet how far I'll go - Gelphie fluff will definitely be there though! This will be more Musical than Book, but I include aspects of both.

Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy reading and let me know what you liked and what I could do better! I'm always open for feedback, criteria, ideas and suggestions. Also, I am not a native English speaker, so feel free to correct any mistakes, anything that's unclear or inform me about typos.

Without further ado!

"Time heals all sorrows,

Gain love and no worries,

I'm so annoyed

Get this song ouuut… of my head…" I groan, my voice fading into a sigh. Raking a hand through my hair, I have to shake it out, getting tangled. Repeatedly tapping my pen onto my paper, I have a hard time to get back into the subject matter.

"Lost in the labyrinth
Never know what love means
Cause truly that precious, innocent mind
No fears, no more tears-"

"Why, Miss Elpha- wah!" Galinda jumps when I do. She keeps appearing out of nowhere (though probably through the door, but I sometimes fail to notice…). Angrily staring at that blonde airhead, I quickly forget about my previous shock, knowing I had been distracted by another one of those never-leaving songs of hers, having been planted in her head for all eternity. "You sing-"

"Your stupid torture methods, thank you very much." I snort, turning back in an effort to resume my studies.

"I was just gonna say that you have a beautiful singing voice." Galinda huffs crossly, spinning towards her side of the room, purposefully clacking her heels as loudly as possible. Soon, she lacks force and probably retreats from her pouty manner, slumming down on her bed with a long, vocal sigh.

"Glad to be meeting your auditory expectations," I drily comment, making Galinda smile widely behind my back. I am upholding a conversation – the perfect opportunity to keep from studying (to her). Would she not be this innocently naïve, I am sure that blonde would rub her hands together as if plotting a scheme.

"Sing me a lullaby!" Galinda excitedly exclaims, immediately being met with a frown. It is no use to try and study now, anyway. Might as well use the chance to chaff my roommate.

"And why would I do that?" I ask. Galinda ponders for a second, pressing a finger to her lips and chin. She is this irritatingly picturesque and literal, always striking poses that could come right out of a children's play.

"Cause… cause you're nice,"

"Nope,"

"And you like doing me favours,"

"Na-ah,"

"And… and you're nice?"

"Already had that," I raise a single brow at the sheepish grin I receive. Not that I was not enjoying the attention to my singing to be good, but I would, of course, never admit that to anyone, least of all Galinda. The complement is quite a surprise, too, as she naturally considers herself to be a splendid songstress and would not let herself be compared to anyone remotely capable – making it all the more heartfelt.

"Maybe…" Galinda narrows her eyes to slots, desperately trying to come up with something. Finally, she falls backwards on her bed, giving a sigh of defeat. "…please?"

"Hmm…"

"Elphieee…" she half pleads, half commands. I wait but there is nothing more coming. For perhaps the first time unhappy with a conversation ending – especially between us – I get up from my chair and saunter over to my bed, where I casually take off my boots.

"I think I've already forgotten the actual topic…" I say, somewhat carefully. I do not want to stop now. Then again, I do not want to seem to be fishing for complements, which I am… Is that a bad thing? Am I vain or just a little lonely…?

"I asked you to sing me a lullaby," Galinda reminds, lifting her finger up to point at the ceiling in a matter-of-factly way, eyes staying shut. She twitches with one foot, which is hanging in the air from her legs being crossed.

"Why?"

"Cause…" she slowly sits up, tilting her head at me. I freeze inwardly at being caught with doing nothing but sitting there. Waiting. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips. She knows. Giving a short, amused hum, she hops over to my bed, jumping onto it with her knees. "Because you sing beautifully, Miss Elphaba." She repeats, making me blush at being caught. I inwardly curse at myself. Luckily, she does not notice.

Humming to herself, Galinda shuffles across the bed and sits upright behind me, untangling my braid and the mess I left on my head by pulling out my hand earlier.

"You would be great for kids,"

"You mean to scare them off without even a horror story?" I shrug, allowing Galinda to run her fingers through my raven-black waves. I want to add another comment about my appearance, but she is faster, her voice as calm as her movements (I think doing hair calms her down, as much as it excites her, like catnip or something).

"No, I mean with singing." She states the obvious. "I'd hire you,"

"Hah!" I cannot hold back a cackle, shaking my head, making Galinda scowl at her now ruined work. "Like you'd ever have children,"

"Excuse me?" She crosses her arms, sitting back on her heels, pouting. With a smirk, I turn, one leg off the bed, while the other is cocked-up, an arm resting on it.

"Just last week, you asked me on which tree potatoes grow."

"So?" Galinda blushes, daring to look over at my with amusement sparking green eyes.

"You can hardly care for yourself; I can't possibly imagine you with children-"

"There are such things as Nannies, you know?"

"Oh, yeah, that sounds grand…" I roll my eyes, getting to my feet. I pull on the blanket, ignoring the yelp of my roommate when making her tumble on the bed. Digging out my nightgown, I do not mind undressing in front of her – she would never dare to take a peek.

"Nannies are great!"

"What do you have children for, if you don't even take care of them?"

"To…" Galinda genuinely thinks about the question for the first time, it seems. Having averted her gaze and fighting the light pink tint on her cheeks, she pushes out her lower lip, unable to find a proper answer.

"Admit it, you're just following the status quo,"

"Not even if I knew what that was would I admit… something…" Galinda frowns in confusion, turning to face me. She backs away a little with shock when directly being met with my green face in front of hers, a single brow raised.

"You will only marry and have children, because that's what society expects of you. You don't care how much misery you're going to give those poor, frustrated souls that don't have any reason of existence but for you to fulfil your role." I plainly, yet sharply say, receiving puzzled blinking.

"They won't be poor,"

"Oh, gods, Galinda…!" I throw my hands up, shaking my head with an exasperated sigh. This is hopeless. I leave for the bathroom, returning to find my roommate in her nightgown on her own bed, mellowly brushing her golden hair.

Ignoring the sympathy-seeking eyes that glance at me from below, I turn off the lights and go over to my bed, covering myself with my thin blanket. I sit up against the headboard, lighting the candlestick on my nightstand and flip through my book to find the right page.

"I thought you didn't believe in souls…" Galinda quietly breaks the silence. I can feel her big, sapphire eyes on me as I stare at my book without reading its content.

"I don't."

"I was never unhappy to be brought up by my Nanny," Galinda continues, finally resigning and crawling beneath her ridiculously pink comforter, "And even if my children will someday be taken care of by someone other than me, they won't be lacking anything in life."

"Braincells?" I supply, not being met with a comment. At the missing response (and/or flying pillow), I turn my head, seeing that Galinda is curled up on her side, calmly staring in my direction, yet seemingly at nothing at all. I sigh deeply, slowly letting my book sink, still not receiving a reaction. Blowing out my candle, I leave the room in darkness.

Silence ingulfs us for quite a while, until Galinda audibly shuffles, probably turning to face the wall. Not closing my eyes, I stare at the ceiling I can hardly make out. Supressing another sigh, I let a hand drop onto my face, hiding a light, awkward blush (in the darkness, I know), closing my eyes in defeat.

"Time heals all sorrows,

Gain love and no worries,
Cause nothing

Is more precious than love,

Noble, faithful…"

The song (Violet Snow by Aira Yūki) as well as the characters belong to their respective owners and not me, sadly.