Title: One if by Land, Two if by Sky

Author: Aerohead

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Pairing: Fiyero/Elphaba, Fiyero/Glinda, Glinda/OC, OC/OC

Rating: PG13

Disclaimer/Dedication: For L. Frank Baum, Gregory Maguire, Stephen Schwartz, and Winnie Holtzman who own this idea that I'm extending. Thank you for giving me the first part. This is also for everyone in the OibLTibS RPG, so Sheika belongs to F-kun, Destin belongs to Tori, Riley belongs to Nessy, and Kade and Noelani belong to Cree.

Warning: spoiler for the ending of the musical Wicked, but that's pretty much about it.

Genre: Romance, adventure (book/play amalgamation)

Summary: Seventeen years after the "death" of the Wicked Witch of the West, a group of Shiz students must come to terms with their differences in order to help inform Oz about the truth behind the lies. If they can work together.

Author's Notes: School's closing in, so I'm not sure how much longer I can keep up with my normal schedule of posting a chapter. Also, I want to thank everyone for the reviews, and I hope this chapter meets with your stamps of approval.

Chapter Eight: Lies and Deceptions

They stared at each other for a few moments. Everyone was staring. Finally, a member of the Gale Force straightened. "The Goat is on the lam, sir."

"Never mind all that." Blue eyes looked into near black, before he straightened, looking at the Gale Force guard. "Just fetch me some...some water."

The two guards looked at each other. "Water, sir?"

"You heard me!" He barked. "As much as you can carry."

"Yes, sir!" said the guards, walking out of the throne room in unison.

The woman let out a ragged breath, trying to move to him. "Fiyero..."

"I said silence!" he ground out. He moved behind the throne, pulling a small, old man out from behind it.

"Help!" the man yelped as he was dumped none too gracefully onto the dais in front of the throne.

The bayonet was moved from the Witch to the old man. "Don't make a sound, your Ozness, unless you want all your guests to know the truth about the Wonderful Wizard of Oz." Blue eyes flickered back onto the woman. "Elphaba, get out of here."

She grabbed his arm. "You frightened me, Fiyero. I thought you had changed."
He looked down. "I have...changed."

Fabala jumped up with a gasp, before glaring at the Grimmerie. Since she had used the spell from it, she had been having the same dream; a dream about her parents, and the old man from the bar. She shook as she pulled herself up. The dreams were vivid memories, and she didn't exactly like them. Shaking and rolling over, she lay back down and closed her eyes, listening to the sounds of Riley and Nissa breathing, until finally she drifted back to sleep.

The old woman looked at the man, and they smiled at each other. "So the Wizard was thinking, perhaps, a levitation spell." The old woman said, opening the book. The small blonde woman slipped behind, and stared at the book reverently.

"Is that...The Grimmerie?"

"Yes, the ancient book of spells and enchantments." Said the old woman, handing it to the green woman on the floor.

"Can I touch it?" asked Glinda.

"No." The old woman whispered back.

The green woman looked at the book, running a finger over the pages. "What funny writing."

The old woman nodded. "Well, it's a lost language, dear. The lost language of spells."

The Wizard smiled kindly. "It's kind of a recipe book for change."

"Don't be discouraged if you cannot decipherate it, dearie. I, myself, can only read a spell or two, and that took years and years..."

"Well, we all have odd dreams, don't we?" Said Riley. She was making lunch for the group of friends, and was watching the boiling water skeptically. "Is it okay if it's boiling?" she asked.

Fabala shrugged. "I've never had anything that had been in boiling water, before. My family's cook never wanted to risk it."

Riley frowned. "Well then, we'll just find out on our own, won't we?" She clucked, before going back to her cooking.

Aran rubbed Fabala's shoulder lightly, trying to calm her down. "How long have you been having these dreams, Fae?"

Fabala lifted her head, making eye contact with Nissa. No one knew about the levitating broom, not even Riley, as it was being kept in the small closet only Nissa used for her rather large dresses. "They started the night after we went to the bazaar."

Aran nodded silently, continuing to try and calm the girl down. Riley came over to the table, putting stew in front of them, along with some bowls. "Eat up; I don't want the kitchen staff catching me using their food."

"Um, Riley?" asked Kade, sounding a little sick. "I'm a vegetarian."

She put a rather large salad in front of him. "I've already thought of that." She said. Kade smiled at her, before they all started to eat. Fabala pushed her food around, a little hesitant to eat it, and sighed when Aran removed his hand so he could pick up a fork.

"Maybe these dreams are prophetic?" said Destin suddenly, looking up.

Fabala shook her head. "It's what happened in the past; Glinda becoming the Good Witch, Fiyero Tigalaar becoming the Captain of the Gale Force."

"Traitor." Muttered Sheika. Fabala lifted her head. "I mean no disrespect, but it's true; he's a prince with no throne now, is he not? He gave up his throne to be with a Gillikin whom he didn't love. I find that very hard to understand."

"The concept of love is hard to understand; but he didn't give up his crown for her...it was...for someone else." Nissa sent Fabala a quick smile, before going back to her stew, turning pink.

"Well, if you want answers, go straight to the horse's mouth." Noelani said, flinging his fork, and a bit of meat, in the air. Fabala stared at him, and he shrugged. "Well, it's a good idea; go talk to one of them. You say Diggs is in these dreams, then go talk to Diggs." He shrugged.

Destin blinked at Noelani, mouth hanging open. "That...you...said something intelligent."

The Munchkin smiled. "I did, didn't I?"

Fabala sighed, shaking her head. "This is never going to work." She said, putting her hands on her head, and her elbows on the table.

The door opened, and Valen came in, holding a message. "Miss...Fabia?" She said slowly. Kade hid a smile behind his napkin; they hadn't made a huge breakthrough, but Valen was learning slowly but surely.

Fabala lifted her head, confused. "What's wrong, Valen?" She asked. The monkey handed her a letter, before moving over to Kade, one hand out.

"Good girl, Valen." He said, dropping a tomato for the monkey.

"Kade, no feeding the animal from the table." Said Riley sternly. Kade started playing with his fur, but he was laughing quietly.

Fabala opened the letter, brows furrowed quizzically.

Dear Fabala –

You're mother's worried about your safety, and what has happened. She said you received word that your father is safe, but we haven't seen him for two weeks. Someone's lying to you, and I don't want you getting hurt, but Pfen was with him, and I haven't seen him for as long as your father. Please take care of yourself, and don't do anything rash.

Your humble servant,

Mellesse

Fabala shook, but calm eyes swept over the table. Everyone was looking at her; they all were worried. She stood, her chair scraping on the stone floor, and she turned sharply, walking out of the door and into the gardens of Crage Hall. Purposefully, she went to her dormitory and wrenched open the door to the closet.

She grabbed the broom and laid it on the bed, where it hovered a few feet above. She went to her bookshelf and picked up the Grimmerie, before grabbing her large brown bag and putting the book inside, along with the little green bottle that now sat on a shelf above her bed. She looked around the room wildly, before she saw the hat necklace Aran had given her. Moving toward it, she picked it up and latched it around her neck. Putting her bag around her shoulder and picking up her broom, she started out of the room.

And walked right into Nissa. "I'm coming too." The blonde said stubbornly.

"No, you're staying here with the others." Fabala said, walking around the smaller girl.

"No I'm not. I'm coming too. That broom can fit the two of us; it's bigger than the one in the attic. Please, think of what we could do, together." Nissa pleaded. Fabala looked around, sighing, before she pulled Nissa into a small field where there were no other students.

She held out the broom, and sat down on it, side-saddle, before looking at Nissa pointedly. "Well, are you coming?"

Nissa smiled, and, pulling her large skirt around her legs to keep it from flying around them, she got onto the broom also.

"Let's hope this works." Fabala whispered, kicking off.