Glinda sat on the steps crying for what seemed to be an hour-- in actuality
only ten minutes had past-- when she felt someone sit down next to her. It
was Fiyero. As he put his arm around her she leaned into his shoulder and
started to sob even harder.
"Shhh..." said Fiyero rubbing her shoulders.
"She hates me!" wept Glinda.
"No she doesn't," replied Fiyero.
"Then why is she being so...so MEAN?" Glinda asked bawling even harder.
"Errr..." answered Fiyero searching for some excuse to cover for Elphaba until he learned what was really going on with her. "She's in shock. She hasn't seen you in what a year at least? People tend to act out of character when they're in shock," he said hoping that his response would satisfy Glinda.
"I must've been a terrible friend!" bemoaned Glinda.
"...No you're not. You're her best friend," declared Fiyero.
"Then why is she treating me this way?!" demanded Glinda as her tears continued to pour out. Fiyero had always known Glinda was somewhat of a high maintenance girl. She had to petted and coddled. When they were together he remembered she used to have minute temper tantrums over petty occurrences; he'd learned to deal with them. He'd never encountered her when she was actually depressed before. The situation seemed beyond his capabilities. Still it was up to him to comfort her, so he decided to give it his best shot.
"Hey, stop crying. It's not gonna move her any. You know how she hates crying," said Fiyero soothingly praying he was saying the right words. The stream of tears slowly died down to a mere trickle. Slowly Glinda stood up.
"I'm hungry," she sniffled. Fiyero grinned.
"I think I can scrounge around and find us something to eat. Let's head down to the kitchen then shall we?" he said offering his arm. Glinda took his arm gratefully as they descended down the stairs.
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Two grilled cheese sandwiches and four slices of chocolate cake later, Fiyero was beginning to see the hints of a smile on Glinda's face. The rest of the day they spent walking around the castle grounds and talking about the recent changes in their lives and their days back at Shiz.
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"My, I am sleepy! Could you be so kind as to show me where I'm to sleep tonight? Oh yes, and please don't forget bags," Glinda said, rising from the table after dinner. Fiyero inwardly groaned at the thought of lugging her suitcases up the stairs. She only had two, but each seemed to weigh a ton. Still in compliance with her request, he followed her out of the kitchen, into the hall where he'd left her bags, then up the stairs with the luggage in tow.
After seeing Glinda off to bed, Fiyero headed towards his next challenge, attempting to get Elphaba to unlock the door to their room. He cautiously approached the door and gingerly knocked. When there was no response, he felt it safe to attempt to open the door. To his surprise, it had been unlocked sometime earlier. Fiyero's next step was to open the door a crack. With no harsh words or curses to drive him back, he bravely entered the room. The room was still whole much to his relief. He saw Elphaba sitting at her desk looking sombre with her head in her hands. Knowing better than to say anything, he simply went over to her and kissed her forehead. He had just slid into bed when Elphaba broke the silence.
"She hates me doesn't she?"
Fiyero sighed hoping he wouldn't have to come up with another comfort speech. He really wasn't very good at making them, although he lucked out with Glinda. He slid his arms underneath his head as he lay there wondering what to say.
"No she doesn't, but she's been extremely distraught ever since you two met. What did you say to her?" asked Fiyero, hoping his tone didn't sound accusatory.
" I told her this was our home, and that she should go home.
"Was that it?
"No," replied Elphaba guiltily. "I threw in a few sarcastic remarks."
"I see.
"Why did she come back? Her life is perfect now. She's the height of fashion, society, and politics; she can't be seen running around with a wicked witch," Elphaba said as she rose and began to pace about the room.
"The same reason I left her and everything I had to be with you. She loves you, Fae. And since when did you consider yourself a wicked witch? You aren't one.
"That makes sense.
"Of course it does. You know you'd do the same for her.
"I'm glad to see you've recovered your brains. Fiyero I can't leave her again. She's always with me, like a handprint on my heart.
"Then why won't you go back with her?
"Because I'll simply mess things up again!
"Are you sure your real reason isn't that you're scared of how people are going to react when they see you again?
"I don't give a damn what people think! Glinda does though! I can't ruin things for her. If I go back, she'll try to reintroduce me back into society, then something will happen, I'll ending up railing against authority and society again, people will only be too eager to relabel me "wicked," I'll have to flee again, and couldn't afford to come back. It'd leave the both of us, especially her tormented for the rest of our lives. Glinda would lose her reputation and...
"She could come live with us, and all of us could live happily together as outcasts.
"She couldn't be happy somewhere like here. She's a social butterfly. She's got to have fashion, parties, and 'Ozmopolitan'.
"I'm certain she'd be more satisfied being together with her best friend than having all the copies of 'Ozmopolitan' ever issued.
"How do you know?
"Provided I spent the entire afternoon and evening with her and I was once engaged to her, I think I qualify as reliable source.
"Fiyero..." sighed Elphaba as she kneeled beside the bed. She laid her arms and head down on it. Fiyero sat up and began stroking her hair. "I just don't want to mess things up again. Especially not for Glinda. How could I live knowing I took her world away from her?
"Why are you so convinced that you're going to screw things up if you return back to the city?
"Because I have a habit of doing so. Plus what do you expect from a wicked witch?
"Where did you get this crazy notion that you're a wicked witch? For the twenty-millionth time you're not wicked!
"I was for a time.
"And exactly how many wicked deeds did you actually commit?
"I plotted to bring down the wizard, I sent the flying Monkeys after you, Dorothy and the rest of her crew, kidnapped her and her yappy little dog, and held them both hostage.
"For the great length of an entire evening before allowing her to escape and 'murder' you. As for the wizard, you did Oz a service by trying to expose him, and you had to do something to me and those traveling with her to make her mad enough to try and kill you.
"Are you disproving my credulity as a wicked witch?" Elphaba asked raising her head, pretending to take offense to the remark.
"I already have," replied Fiyero smugly.
Elphaba stood up. "I guess there's no more avoiding Glinda while she's here?" she asked.
"Exactly," Fiyero answered nodding his head. "She's a couple of doors down on the left side. Now remember be nice, apologize, and NO SARCASM."
"Since when were you one to give orders?"
"Since I became the one to resolve the situation between you and Glinda. Now go," he said, getting out of bed to give her a shove towards the door. Elphaba reluctantly left and headed down the hallway according to Fiyero's instructions. When she reached Glinda's door she hesitated, deciding whether or not to knock before opening the door.
"Better to go in and have her mad at me than risk her locking me out so I can't talk to her," resolved Elphaba as she opened the door.
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AN: Kinda had a bit of writer's block/exhaustion for a while. Still a little unsure of where I'm gonna take this story, and how long I'm going to extend it. This chapter was a lot of dialouge, and I ripped off a line from "For Good," I know. Hopefully the next few chapters will involve more action. Once again thanks to all my reviewers, especially Emily. Disclaimer in Ch. 1 and buy and listen to the Wicked soundtrack, especially "For Good"-- one of the best songs on there. Lots of Lovies! --Lan
"Shhh..." said Fiyero rubbing her shoulders.
"She hates me!" wept Glinda.
"No she doesn't," replied Fiyero.
"Then why is she being so...so MEAN?" Glinda asked bawling even harder.
"Errr..." answered Fiyero searching for some excuse to cover for Elphaba until he learned what was really going on with her. "She's in shock. She hasn't seen you in what a year at least? People tend to act out of character when they're in shock," he said hoping that his response would satisfy Glinda.
"I must've been a terrible friend!" bemoaned Glinda.
"...No you're not. You're her best friend," declared Fiyero.
"Then why is she treating me this way?!" demanded Glinda as her tears continued to pour out. Fiyero had always known Glinda was somewhat of a high maintenance girl. She had to petted and coddled. When they were together he remembered she used to have minute temper tantrums over petty occurrences; he'd learned to deal with them. He'd never encountered her when she was actually depressed before. The situation seemed beyond his capabilities. Still it was up to him to comfort her, so he decided to give it his best shot.
"Hey, stop crying. It's not gonna move her any. You know how she hates crying," said Fiyero soothingly praying he was saying the right words. The stream of tears slowly died down to a mere trickle. Slowly Glinda stood up.
"I'm hungry," she sniffled. Fiyero grinned.
"I think I can scrounge around and find us something to eat. Let's head down to the kitchen then shall we?" he said offering his arm. Glinda took his arm gratefully as they descended down the stairs.
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Two grilled cheese sandwiches and four slices of chocolate cake later, Fiyero was beginning to see the hints of a smile on Glinda's face. The rest of the day they spent walking around the castle grounds and talking about the recent changes in their lives and their days back at Shiz.
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"My, I am sleepy! Could you be so kind as to show me where I'm to sleep tonight? Oh yes, and please don't forget bags," Glinda said, rising from the table after dinner. Fiyero inwardly groaned at the thought of lugging her suitcases up the stairs. She only had two, but each seemed to weigh a ton. Still in compliance with her request, he followed her out of the kitchen, into the hall where he'd left her bags, then up the stairs with the luggage in tow.
After seeing Glinda off to bed, Fiyero headed towards his next challenge, attempting to get Elphaba to unlock the door to their room. He cautiously approached the door and gingerly knocked. When there was no response, he felt it safe to attempt to open the door. To his surprise, it had been unlocked sometime earlier. Fiyero's next step was to open the door a crack. With no harsh words or curses to drive him back, he bravely entered the room. The room was still whole much to his relief. He saw Elphaba sitting at her desk looking sombre with her head in her hands. Knowing better than to say anything, he simply went over to her and kissed her forehead. He had just slid into bed when Elphaba broke the silence.
"She hates me doesn't she?"
Fiyero sighed hoping he wouldn't have to come up with another comfort speech. He really wasn't very good at making them, although he lucked out with Glinda. He slid his arms underneath his head as he lay there wondering what to say.
"No she doesn't, but she's been extremely distraught ever since you two met. What did you say to her?" asked Fiyero, hoping his tone didn't sound accusatory.
" I told her this was our home, and that she should go home.
"Was that it?
"No," replied Elphaba guiltily. "I threw in a few sarcastic remarks."
"I see.
"Why did she come back? Her life is perfect now. She's the height of fashion, society, and politics; she can't be seen running around with a wicked witch," Elphaba said as she rose and began to pace about the room.
"The same reason I left her and everything I had to be with you. She loves you, Fae. And since when did you consider yourself a wicked witch? You aren't one.
"That makes sense.
"Of course it does. You know you'd do the same for her.
"I'm glad to see you've recovered your brains. Fiyero I can't leave her again. She's always with me, like a handprint on my heart.
"Then why won't you go back with her?
"Because I'll simply mess things up again!
"Are you sure your real reason isn't that you're scared of how people are going to react when they see you again?
"I don't give a damn what people think! Glinda does though! I can't ruin things for her. If I go back, she'll try to reintroduce me back into society, then something will happen, I'll ending up railing against authority and society again, people will only be too eager to relabel me "wicked," I'll have to flee again, and couldn't afford to come back. It'd leave the both of us, especially her tormented for the rest of our lives. Glinda would lose her reputation and...
"She could come live with us, and all of us could live happily together as outcasts.
"She couldn't be happy somewhere like here. She's a social butterfly. She's got to have fashion, parties, and 'Ozmopolitan'.
"I'm certain she'd be more satisfied being together with her best friend than having all the copies of 'Ozmopolitan' ever issued.
"How do you know?
"Provided I spent the entire afternoon and evening with her and I was once engaged to her, I think I qualify as reliable source.
"Fiyero..." sighed Elphaba as she kneeled beside the bed. She laid her arms and head down on it. Fiyero sat up and began stroking her hair. "I just don't want to mess things up again. Especially not for Glinda. How could I live knowing I took her world away from her?
"Why are you so convinced that you're going to screw things up if you return back to the city?
"Because I have a habit of doing so. Plus what do you expect from a wicked witch?
"Where did you get this crazy notion that you're a wicked witch? For the twenty-millionth time you're not wicked!
"I was for a time.
"And exactly how many wicked deeds did you actually commit?
"I plotted to bring down the wizard, I sent the flying Monkeys after you, Dorothy and the rest of her crew, kidnapped her and her yappy little dog, and held them both hostage.
"For the great length of an entire evening before allowing her to escape and 'murder' you. As for the wizard, you did Oz a service by trying to expose him, and you had to do something to me and those traveling with her to make her mad enough to try and kill you.
"Are you disproving my credulity as a wicked witch?" Elphaba asked raising her head, pretending to take offense to the remark.
"I already have," replied Fiyero smugly.
Elphaba stood up. "I guess there's no more avoiding Glinda while she's here?" she asked.
"Exactly," Fiyero answered nodding his head. "She's a couple of doors down on the left side. Now remember be nice, apologize, and NO SARCASM."
"Since when were you one to give orders?"
"Since I became the one to resolve the situation between you and Glinda. Now go," he said, getting out of bed to give her a shove towards the door. Elphaba reluctantly left and headed down the hallway according to Fiyero's instructions. When she reached Glinda's door she hesitated, deciding whether or not to knock before opening the door.
"Better to go in and have her mad at me than risk her locking me out so I can't talk to her," resolved Elphaba as she opened the door.
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AN: Kinda had a bit of writer's block/exhaustion for a while. Still a little unsure of where I'm gonna take this story, and how long I'm going to extend it. This chapter was a lot of dialouge, and I ripped off a line from "For Good," I know. Hopefully the next few chapters will involve more action. Once again thanks to all my reviewers, especially Emily. Disclaimer in Ch. 1 and buy and listen to the Wicked soundtrack, especially "For Good"-- one of the best songs on there. Lots of Lovies! --Lan