Sorry these have taken me so long. Enjoy!
~ The cold air felt good. Fiyero was hot and nervous, and the open window helped. He squinted into the darkness, searching for Elphaba and her broom. He was up in the highest tower of the Emerald Palace. The Wizard and the little girl were asleep. He and Elphie were going to set bombs around the Palace. He never thought it would come to this, much less that it would be Glinda's idea. Sweet Glinda, what have we gotten ourselves into, working alongside this terrorist? But Fiyero knew that what they were fighting for was just, and without Elphie they wouldn't have the courage to fight. Dear Elphie, where did your everlasting courage come from?
"Wake up, Fiyero! What kind of man falls asleep on the job, Yero, my Hero?" Elphaba whispered jokingly. He hadn't noticed her broom approach.
As he backed from the window allowing her in, he stammered, "I wasn't asleep... my mind was just wandering." Elphie just smiled and winked. She reached into her cloak and pulled up the explosives.
As they left the room, Elphie heard the click click of heels on the hard floor. She looked up to see a little girl in a blue dress, and ruby shoes. Nessa's ruby shoes. "MY SISTER'S SHOES!" Elphaba exclaimed angrily. She started to run forward, but Fiyero's arm shot out in front of her.
"I didn't want to tell you before, because it would upset you," He explained slowly and quietly, "but, the details of her arrival, well... She somehow flew here in her house, and it landed on Nessarose. I'm sorry." It broke his heart to see her so upset.
"Her flying house killed my sister?" Elphaba repeated, dumbfounded. "And they think I'm a witch?" She shook her head disbelievingly.
At this point, unfortunately, the little girl had turn the corner of the corridor and could see Fiyero's bright green uniform. "Hello, sir," she said brightly. "I couldn't sleep, so I went exploring." Her green eyes sparkled. "I hope that's alright. I didn't touch anything, honest!" She looked confused. Poor girl, so innocent, she really had no idea about Oz. "Who were you talking to?"
Fiyero glanced at Elphaba, who shook her head. "No one," Fiyero said, but it was too late. The little girl had seen Elphaba's dark shape. She had glimpsed the green skin.
"You're the..." She gasped, then screamed. Like a flash Elphaba had disappeared, and all the other palace guards, along with the Wizard himself, and appeared.
"What is it, Dorothy?" the Wizard asked. He was staring hard at Fiyero, who had frozen in his place. He had no clue where Elphie had gone. He was unsure of what to do. He still had one of the bombs in his hand. "Was this man being wicked?" the wizard asked the little girl.
She nodded slowly. "He was talking to a witch. And there's a bomb in his hand."
"Yes, I see that," the Wizard said deliberately. "Guards, the know what to do. Scare 'em."
The little girl seemed puzzled by this, but Fiyero knew what this meant. Of late, the Wizard's army had begun to hang political objectors on posts like scarecrows until they died. Elphaba also knew this. She was watching from the window. She was debating whether to save him or not. Fearing being killed herself, she flew back to the apartments to tell Glinda what happened. Maybe together they could come up with a way to save him before it was too late without sacrificing themselves. Afterall, if all three of them were caught, the rest of Oz would be doomed. Damned to be slowly suffocated by the propaganda-filled reign of the "Great and Powerful Wizard of Oz."
~ Once back at the apartments, Glinda did not like what she heard. To Elphaba's surprise, however, it wasn't the heartbreak of a lost lover Glinda expressed, but the anger over needlessly losing a good friend.
"Elphie, don't you know what you have done? You gone and cut him dead," Glinda exploded.
"I had to do it, don't you see? Or else they'd go for me," was Elphie's sad reply. She was ready for the tears to stream down her face, burning painful streaks on her skin. There wasn't time for tears, though. Later she could cry. Now she had to get Glinda to help Fiyero.
"Why didn't you save him? How could you stand by and let him die?" Glinda couldn't believe Elphaba had been so vapid.
"Glinda, can we keep in mind what happens when I do good deeds? IT ALWAYS ENDS BAD!" Elphaba shouted out anguish. "Look at what happened to Dr. Dillamond. And remember, our whole escapade out here started as a good deed, and went horribly wrong! Now, Fiyero will die if you don't save him."
"Me? Why me?"
Elphaba stared. "Why you?" She repeated. "Because they're not all out trying to kill you! Besides," she continued, now softly grieving, "I think he'd rather the beautiful Miss Glinda save him, than the treacherous toad that got him into this mess in the first place."
"Treacherous – what?" Glinda was angrily baffled. "Elphie, you idiot... Fiyero loved YOU!"
~ The cold air felt good. Fiyero was hot and nervous, and the open window helped. He squinted into the darkness, searching for Elphaba and her broom. He was up in the highest tower of the Emerald Palace. The Wizard and the little girl were asleep. He and Elphie were going to set bombs around the Palace. He never thought it would come to this, much less that it would be Glinda's idea. Sweet Glinda, what have we gotten ourselves into, working alongside this terrorist? But Fiyero knew that what they were fighting for was just, and without Elphie they wouldn't have the courage to fight. Dear Elphie, where did your everlasting courage come from?
"Wake up, Fiyero! What kind of man falls asleep on the job, Yero, my Hero?" Elphaba whispered jokingly. He hadn't noticed her broom approach.
As he backed from the window allowing her in, he stammered, "I wasn't asleep... my mind was just wandering." Elphie just smiled and winked. She reached into her cloak and pulled up the explosives.
As they left the room, Elphie heard the click click of heels on the hard floor. She looked up to see a little girl in a blue dress, and ruby shoes. Nessa's ruby shoes. "MY SISTER'S SHOES!" Elphaba exclaimed angrily. She started to run forward, but Fiyero's arm shot out in front of her.
"I didn't want to tell you before, because it would upset you," He explained slowly and quietly, "but, the details of her arrival, well... She somehow flew here in her house, and it landed on Nessarose. I'm sorry." It broke his heart to see her so upset.
"Her flying house killed my sister?" Elphaba repeated, dumbfounded. "And they think I'm a witch?" She shook her head disbelievingly.
At this point, unfortunately, the little girl had turn the corner of the corridor and could see Fiyero's bright green uniform. "Hello, sir," she said brightly. "I couldn't sleep, so I went exploring." Her green eyes sparkled. "I hope that's alright. I didn't touch anything, honest!" She looked confused. Poor girl, so innocent, she really had no idea about Oz. "Who were you talking to?"
Fiyero glanced at Elphaba, who shook her head. "No one," Fiyero said, but it was too late. The little girl had seen Elphaba's dark shape. She had glimpsed the green skin.
"You're the..." She gasped, then screamed. Like a flash Elphaba had disappeared, and all the other palace guards, along with the Wizard himself, and appeared.
"What is it, Dorothy?" the Wizard asked. He was staring hard at Fiyero, who had frozen in his place. He had no clue where Elphie had gone. He was unsure of what to do. He still had one of the bombs in his hand. "Was this man being wicked?" the wizard asked the little girl.
She nodded slowly. "He was talking to a witch. And there's a bomb in his hand."
"Yes, I see that," the Wizard said deliberately. "Guards, the know what to do. Scare 'em."
The little girl seemed puzzled by this, but Fiyero knew what this meant. Of late, the Wizard's army had begun to hang political objectors on posts like scarecrows until they died. Elphaba also knew this. She was watching from the window. She was debating whether to save him or not. Fearing being killed herself, she flew back to the apartments to tell Glinda what happened. Maybe together they could come up with a way to save him before it was too late without sacrificing themselves. Afterall, if all three of them were caught, the rest of Oz would be doomed. Damned to be slowly suffocated by the propaganda-filled reign of the "Great and Powerful Wizard of Oz."
~ Once back at the apartments, Glinda did not like what she heard. To Elphaba's surprise, however, it wasn't the heartbreak of a lost lover Glinda expressed, but the anger over needlessly losing a good friend.
"Elphie, don't you know what you have done? You gone and cut him dead," Glinda exploded.
"I had to do it, don't you see? Or else they'd go for me," was Elphie's sad reply. She was ready for the tears to stream down her face, burning painful streaks on her skin. There wasn't time for tears, though. Later she could cry. Now she had to get Glinda to help Fiyero.
"Why didn't you save him? How could you stand by and let him die?" Glinda couldn't believe Elphaba had been so vapid.
"Glinda, can we keep in mind what happens when I do good deeds? IT ALWAYS ENDS BAD!" Elphaba shouted out anguish. "Look at what happened to Dr. Dillamond. And remember, our whole escapade out here started as a good deed, and went horribly wrong! Now, Fiyero will die if you don't save him."
"Me? Why me?"
Elphaba stared. "Why you?" She repeated. "Because they're not all out trying to kill you! Besides," she continued, now softly grieving, "I think he'd rather the beautiful Miss Glinda save him, than the treacherous toad that got him into this mess in the first place."
"Treacherous – what?" Glinda was angrily baffled. "Elphie, you idiot... Fiyero loved YOU!"
