After the Melting
Fanfiction by J. Thorne
Disclaimer - I don't own anything but the plot. Don't sue me!!!
Chapter 7
The village was always bustling midday, and Elphaba loved to wander around the main square around that time. Since her marriage to Fiyero three years previously, she had taken a job as a nurse in the local hospital, and Fiyero had joined the small security force in the village. She knew, however, that she wouldn't have her job much longer. Her swollen belly stuck out so far that it was difficult for her to give any of the patients medicine, and every time she felt one of the babies kick, she grew more and more worried about them. She prayed that they would be like Fiyero – sweet, beautiful, and a normal color, but she couldn't help fearing that they too would turn out green. She sat down at one of the tables in the small restaurant and waited for Fiyero to join her.
"Hello my love," she heard a voice from behind her. Turning her head, she saw Fiyero walking leisurely to the table, and started getting up to greet him.
"Sit back down. You know that you shouldn't even be out of bed in your condition," he scolded her, but bent down to kiss her sweetly. She glared at him for his comments, but didn't argue.
"The babies aren't due for another week yet. I'm fine, Yero. Really, I...oh." Elphaba gasped as she felt one of the babies kick harder than usual and felt wetness between her legs. Hurriedly she looked up at Fiyero. "Yero, I...I think the babies are coming!"
Fiyero jumped up so quickly that the rest of the patrons in the restaurant all silenced. All eyes were on his as he quickly helped Elphaba up, and rushed towards the door. On his way out, he called back to them "Fabala's having her babies!"
Elphaba was vaguely aware that a crowd was forming around them, but everything was hazy. Fiyero was half carrying her to the hospital, continually asking her if she was ok or if he should get some help. They reached the doors of the hospital, where the staff was already waiting for her – evidently someone had rushed ahead of them and told them what was happening. He brought her over to and empty bed, and laid her down on it. Taking her hand in his, he squeezed it gently as beads of sweat began to roll down her forehead.
"Just breathe, Fa. Everything will be alright. Stay with me, love," he whispered to her as the doctors prepared to help with the labor.
Seven hours later, Fiyero found himself holding two beautiful babies. Elphaba was sleeping, completely worn out from giving birth. The girl in his arms was also asleep, but the boy was staring up at him with large emerald green eyes and waving one arm above his head.
"Hey you." Fiyero's head snapped up as he heard Elphaba's voice. She still looked exhausted, but extremely happy.
"Fa, look at them. They're beautiful," Fiyero said to her, handing her the girl.
"I'm just glad they're not green. I was so worried that they would have to grow up like I did, with all the hate and anger of all of Oz thrust on them. But you're right...they're absolutely beautiful."
"What do you want to name them?" Fiyero asked.
"Well, I was thinking we could name the girl Linda. It's like Glinda, but the G is silent. I think Glinda would get a kick out of that. And for the boy, I think I like the name Liir," Elphaba answered.
"Liir? That's and odd name."
"And Fiyero and Elphaba aren't? I think Liir will suit him just fine. Look at him, he's already like his daddy," Elphaba said, laughing as Liir started reaching for his mother. Fiyero handed him to her, and picked up Linda.
"How is he like me already?"
"You always want my undivided attention, too."
Five years later, Fiyero and Elphaba were sitting at the same table in the restaurant, watching their children play with the others in the town square. Their children stuck out in that they both had fair skin and bright green eyes, while the rest of the children had olive complexions and brown eyes, but none of the children seemed to notice their differences. Elphaba hoped that their lives would be filled with much more happiness than hers had been. Not that she wasn't happy now – on the contrary, she knew that she had the perfect life, and that everything she had ever dreamed about had come true. Well, almost everything – she had always wanted her best friend, the only friend she had ever had, to be with her through all of her accomplishments.
The children all came flocking to her when she called for Liir and Linda. They all loved watching her perform little bits of magic, and would squeal with laughter whenever she would make rubber balls float in the air or send ragdolls into tapdances. These tricks had earned her the nickname of "The Good Witch of the South," which Elphaba found quite amusing when compared to what she had been called ten years before. Fiyero was deep in conversation with some of the patrons of the restaurant, who always had new news from the Emerald City for him. Fiyero beckoned Elphaba over with a look.
"Aront has been telling me some interesting news out of the Emerald City, Fa. Evidently Glinda has stepped down, much to the despair of the residents. However, she put a trusted advisor in charge, and now she's supposedly settling down and starting a family. She recently bought a large palace in the heart of the city, and that's where she intends to stay for the rest of her days. Elphaba, would you like to visit her?"
Elphaba didn't know what to say. Since that day ten years ago when she said goodbye to her dearest friend, she had longed to be able to see her again, talk with her, and tell her of her life. Finally, she turned to her husband, and simply said, "Yes!"
Fanfiction by J. Thorne
Disclaimer - I don't own anything but the plot. Don't sue me!!!
Chapter 7
The village was always bustling midday, and Elphaba loved to wander around the main square around that time. Since her marriage to Fiyero three years previously, she had taken a job as a nurse in the local hospital, and Fiyero had joined the small security force in the village. She knew, however, that she wouldn't have her job much longer. Her swollen belly stuck out so far that it was difficult for her to give any of the patients medicine, and every time she felt one of the babies kick, she grew more and more worried about them. She prayed that they would be like Fiyero – sweet, beautiful, and a normal color, but she couldn't help fearing that they too would turn out green. She sat down at one of the tables in the small restaurant and waited for Fiyero to join her.
"Hello my love," she heard a voice from behind her. Turning her head, she saw Fiyero walking leisurely to the table, and started getting up to greet him.
"Sit back down. You know that you shouldn't even be out of bed in your condition," he scolded her, but bent down to kiss her sweetly. She glared at him for his comments, but didn't argue.
"The babies aren't due for another week yet. I'm fine, Yero. Really, I...oh." Elphaba gasped as she felt one of the babies kick harder than usual and felt wetness between her legs. Hurriedly she looked up at Fiyero. "Yero, I...I think the babies are coming!"
Fiyero jumped up so quickly that the rest of the patrons in the restaurant all silenced. All eyes were on his as he quickly helped Elphaba up, and rushed towards the door. On his way out, he called back to them "Fabala's having her babies!"
Elphaba was vaguely aware that a crowd was forming around them, but everything was hazy. Fiyero was half carrying her to the hospital, continually asking her if she was ok or if he should get some help. They reached the doors of the hospital, where the staff was already waiting for her – evidently someone had rushed ahead of them and told them what was happening. He brought her over to and empty bed, and laid her down on it. Taking her hand in his, he squeezed it gently as beads of sweat began to roll down her forehead.
"Just breathe, Fa. Everything will be alright. Stay with me, love," he whispered to her as the doctors prepared to help with the labor.
Seven hours later, Fiyero found himself holding two beautiful babies. Elphaba was sleeping, completely worn out from giving birth. The girl in his arms was also asleep, but the boy was staring up at him with large emerald green eyes and waving one arm above his head.
"Hey you." Fiyero's head snapped up as he heard Elphaba's voice. She still looked exhausted, but extremely happy.
"Fa, look at them. They're beautiful," Fiyero said to her, handing her the girl.
"I'm just glad they're not green. I was so worried that they would have to grow up like I did, with all the hate and anger of all of Oz thrust on them. But you're right...they're absolutely beautiful."
"What do you want to name them?" Fiyero asked.
"Well, I was thinking we could name the girl Linda. It's like Glinda, but the G is silent. I think Glinda would get a kick out of that. And for the boy, I think I like the name Liir," Elphaba answered.
"Liir? That's and odd name."
"And Fiyero and Elphaba aren't? I think Liir will suit him just fine. Look at him, he's already like his daddy," Elphaba said, laughing as Liir started reaching for his mother. Fiyero handed him to her, and picked up Linda.
"How is he like me already?"
"You always want my undivided attention, too."
Five years later, Fiyero and Elphaba were sitting at the same table in the restaurant, watching their children play with the others in the town square. Their children stuck out in that they both had fair skin and bright green eyes, while the rest of the children had olive complexions and brown eyes, but none of the children seemed to notice their differences. Elphaba hoped that their lives would be filled with much more happiness than hers had been. Not that she wasn't happy now – on the contrary, she knew that she had the perfect life, and that everything she had ever dreamed about had come true. Well, almost everything – she had always wanted her best friend, the only friend she had ever had, to be with her through all of her accomplishments.
The children all came flocking to her when she called for Liir and Linda. They all loved watching her perform little bits of magic, and would squeal with laughter whenever she would make rubber balls float in the air or send ragdolls into tapdances. These tricks had earned her the nickname of "The Good Witch of the South," which Elphaba found quite amusing when compared to what she had been called ten years before. Fiyero was deep in conversation with some of the patrons of the restaurant, who always had new news from the Emerald City for him. Fiyero beckoned Elphaba over with a look.
"Aront has been telling me some interesting news out of the Emerald City, Fa. Evidently Glinda has stepped down, much to the despair of the residents. However, she put a trusted advisor in charge, and now she's supposedly settling down and starting a family. She recently bought a large palace in the heart of the city, and that's where she intends to stay for the rest of her days. Elphaba, would you like to visit her?"
Elphaba didn't know what to say. Since that day ten years ago when she said goodbye to her dearest friend, she had longed to be able to see her again, talk with her, and tell her of her life. Finally, she turned to her husband, and simply said, "Yes!"