Title: "Choices", part 4/?

Rating: PG-13 & will be rising soon ... Galinda/Elphaba

Subject: MUSICAL, but has hints at the book (but nothing that would spoil it)

Summery: Galinda is a changed woman after the 'death' of Elphaba, and on her road to redemption, she hits a slight bump - the Wicked Witch of The West herself...

Warning: UnBeta'd!

Author: VixenRaign - AngelicSinner

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Galinda sat bolt upright in bed. Wiping the sweat from her forehead with a shaking hand, she willed herself to calm down. Her panted breaths coming in hot puffs over her swollen and dry lips she tried to slow down her wild thinking. She'd had the dream again. It was getting harder and harder each time. Almost slamming back down onto the pillows, she sighed shakily and set to getting the tears collecting in her eyes to clear.

Looking around her darkened room, she tried to gather herself back together. She was in the Emerald City, in her apartment, in her own bed, and Elphaba was nowhere to be seen.

She was late. When she told Galinda she'd been back in a week, she'd taken her at her word... it had now been over ten days, and she was frightened. Her breathing now slowed, but still shaking, she tried to forget the dreams she couldn't shake. Falling... Endless falling...

She'd been having them ever since she'd left Kiamo Ko with Elphie... Ever since her first broom ride. At first she'd been so scared she'd cried, and Elphaba was forces to land to calm Galinda out of her slight hysterics. But after a few soft words, a few gentle kisses, and a promise, she'd climbed back on. Wrapping her arms around her old friend, no hight -- no matter how much it still scared her -- could shake the warmth inside her.

"You won't fall," Elphaba had told her, "And if you do, I will catch you every time. You'll never reach the ground; I promise."

But for some reason, once she was alone - once she was asleep - the nightmares made her almost afraid to close her eyes. The dreams were always the same: she was back on the broom, Elphaba's boney but strong back held tight against her as she guided them through the clouds they were flying in... Her face was buried in Elphie's hair, partly because it hid the view and partly because she like the soft scent of sandalwood it held.

But then it changed, and all of a sudden, without warning, she was falling. She couldn't remember being jostled and thrown, or a wind whipping from nowhere and forcing her off the end, she can't even remember willingly letting her grip slide... it was just one moment her cheek was nestled against the back of Elphaba's neck, and the next -- she was plummeting. Facing the clouds, her skirts rippling and wildly caressing her legs as the sky seemed to get bigger and bigger.

Then, like a rocket, changing from a speck above her to a growing beast charging down it's prey, Elphaba would dive straight down from the edge of the East wind she was perched on. She'd fly, every element of her body showing she was forcing the broom to go as fast as it could, the look in her eyes sheer determination and will -- but she never caught up. she'd let go of the broom with one hand, reaching out, stretching as far as her fingers could reach.

But the closest they ever got was when Elphaba's fingers would brush hers in their frantic attempt to grasp the other. Sometimes the dream would go on for hours, both literally and just what it felt like -- and yet she never reached the ground. She never felt the earth come up to meet her, or see any sign that she was close to the ground -- the tops of tall trees, low-flying birds, buildings...

And it wasn't her actual connection with the ground that would wake her, it seemed, more when the terror became too much for her dreaming self to stand, and the need to scream aloud was what woke her.

Now, these dreams were not the only ones she was having, but they were the most frequent. There were some that - instead of waking her with the need to scream - left her cheeks deeply reddened with panting and a blush. Both left her in a sweat though; weather it was cold or she was twisted deeply into her sheets was what held the two results apart.

Getting up she walked towards her terrace. She checked the lock, as she always did when the dreams woke her, and made sure it was unlocked, as she'd promised it would be. It was. She didn't want Elphaba to fly all the way out here and then just turn around because the door was latched. Granted, the sensible part of her knew that all Elphaba was smarter than that; she'd knock.

Leaning her still lightly flushed forehead against the window she enjoyed the way the cool glass felt. Letting her eyes slip closed, she let a long breath slowly out her nose, knowing it would fog the pane slightly.

It was late fall, or getting close to, but it hadn't bothered her as much as it usually had; for some reason, just knowing that someone wanted to hold her as she slept kept her that little bit warmer at night. Her huge cream-and-pink duvet didn't hurt either. Especially since Elphaba didn't seem to be coming back.

Hush you! She yelled at her self for what had to be the 1000th time in the past 4 days, She said she'd come back! She grumbled internally to herself, Then why isn't she here now? She didn't have an answer to that question.

She'd like to think that something terribly important came up... but then at the same time she wondered what could be more important to Elphaba than seeing her like she'd promised, and suddenly she was flooded with jealous over a nameless fictional thing. Letting her head lull slightly from side to side, allowing the cold glass to cool more of her heated skin, she tried to think; but still had no answer.

She knew that if anything truly serious had happened, Chistery would come and find her, like last time, but that didn't worry her any less. Why hadn't Elphaba at least sent her a message? Was Elphaba just that accommodating? UnNamed God knows she let plenty of people walk all over her when she was younger, but she'd liked how the green-skinned girl out-grew that with the discovery of her own internal power. She wouldn't have been that kind to her just to make her happy and shut her up... would she?

"AHHHHHHH!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs. She'd been scared nearly to death! Just as she'd opened her eyes to look over the sky-line of Emerald City, they'd been found level with a familiar green. She'd never been more frightened in her life! And all Elphaba could do, as she watched her through the window, was laugh slightly at her own little joke. Scowling, Galinda threw open the window, ready to tantrum,

How dare she scare her! How dare she not warn her! How dare she show up almost 4 days late and laugh at her! How dare she burst in through the window and kiss her before even trying to explain or... well... actually... - she didn't mind that last part so much.

(To Be Continued...)

VixenRaign

AngelicSinner