Title: When Your Dreams Come True

Author: Aerohead

Email: in my profile

Website: In my profile

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: With the government at a stand-still, Shiz is the only safe place to be. But with the arrival of two new freshmen, the old struggle of segregation arises.

Author's Notes: Four day weekend coming up, so hopefully, I'll be able to write more. And, I'm slightly frazzled because I took PSATs today, and have been stressing about them since I started this thing. I went to my writing notebook that I usually take notes for all the stories I write, fan fiction or otherwise, and realized that besides the summary, I have nothing for this story. So, if you'd like to help me with some plot-point ideas, please pop over to my forum and leave me an idea or three. Thanks in advance!

Chapter Three: The Pub

Seven o'clock found the pub formerly called 'Nameless' a palpable throng of students and faculty members all wanting to be served by Renata, the young woman who had taken the pub over when Diggs mysteriously 'vanished'.
Fabala pushed through the crowd, at the head of the group of girls. She was little more than through the door, when her name was called out. She turned quickly, and started moving toward the sound of the voice, edging along the side of the crowd.
"You could take an eye out with that thing!" Nissa yelled, before grabbing Fabala's arm, trying to follow the girl as best she could. Riley grabbed onto her in turn, and Nabila took up the rear, staring wide-eyed at the upperclassmen as she passed them, her tail flicking slightly.
The crowd dissipated enough for the group to safely get their bearings near the rear of the small diner. The boys were sitting at a smallish table about ten feet away, with a lethargic Wolf who was playing with a spoon absently.
"They're over here." Fabala said blandly, before going over to the boys and sitting down. She motioned to Nabila, who moved to sit down next to her. "This is Nabila Sameh; she'll be taking Sorcery with Nissa and me." She explained.

"Hello," said Nabila shyly, giving Milos a quick, pointed glance. When the Wolf kept his eyes firmly on the spoon, she nodded to herself in satisfaction.

Nissa sat down on the other side, one blond eyebrow raised and a smirk set in place. "So...is this the other new Animal freshmen?" She asked casually, leaning over and giving Kade a look.

Fabala leaned over Nabila's chair casually, stretching her arm out. She hit Nissa lightly on the shoulder. "Ow, hey, that hurt!" The small blonde pouted; Fabala just gave her a stormy look.

"No more match-maker for you; you promised before we even got to school." She reminded the other girl, who let out a huff and slumped in her chair, her pout becoming more apparent.

The bickering had piqued Milos' interest, however, and his ears perked up somewhat. His eyes lifted cautiously from the spoon in between his paws, and he looked between the two girls. "Do you two always act like this?" he asked.

Kade snickered. "It's better than at the beginning of last year when they hated each other; I was paired with them for History. And I repeat what I said after our term research paper girls; never again." He smiled in their direction to see he was teasing, before closing his eyes and leaning back, his tail flailing. "And yes, this is the Wolf I told you about." He said, waving a black paw in the general direction of Milos. He would have looked nonchalant if it hadn't been for the tell-tale twitching of his tail.

Riley rolled her eyes as she sat down at the head of the table, looking around. "Where's help when you need it?" she asked. "If you guys wanted food, I could have made you food."

Aran shrugged. "We wanted to go out, so we didn't have to sneak around."

"Sneak...around...?" Nabila asked. Fabala nodded, still giving Nissa a pointed look.

"Yes; usually so we can study, we commandeer the Briscoe Hall library, and Riley brings food." She explained, before running a hand through her hair. Frowning, she started to undo her braid and redo it, making sure it was perfect.

"Remember our conversation about you being obsessive about your hair?" Aran teased lightly. Kade's chair went slamming to the ground.

"Oh, Lurline, I do! Please don't make me relive that day again!" He said dramatically. Aran cleared his throat, going slightly pink in the ears, while Fabala finished her hair, pointedly ignoring him.

"We didn't do anything." She said calmly, though her skin was becoming redder by the minute. Milos looked around, and decided to take it unto himself to break the tension. However, he wasn't exactly sure how he could.

He looked around the table, before spotting Nissa, and taking a good look at her. She looked somewhat familiar. "You're Nissa Upland, aren't you?" He asked suddenly.

Nissa brightened considerably, and she sent the freshman a flattered smile. "Why, yes, yes I am."

Milos nodded, trying to hold a conversation. "Uh, I thought so; you look like your mother. I...so...what's your major? You declare a major this year, right?" He added hastily.

Nissa frowned. "Well, I...I declared my major last year, actually. My soul purpose for attending Shiz was to take Sorcery, as my mother did." She said. She sent a quick, gentle smile toward Fabala. "My sister and I are both in that class."

Fabala rubbed her temples. "You shouldn't have said that." She said, shaking her head.

Nissa looked confused, as did Milos. "Why not?" she asked.

"You two are sisters? I thought...and you're so..."
"What, you thought Glinda the Good only had a daughter and a step-son, and I'm so much darker than she is?" Fabala asked, blue eyes trained on Milos.

"Well...yes." Milos admitted.

Nissa and Fabala shared a quick glance. Finally, Nissa let out a breath. "Well, Fabala and I are half-sisters, actually."

"Yes, the same father, different mother, you know the drill." Kade said, breaking in.

Milos' eyes narrowed. "But you're father is that dead Winkie prince, right?" He asked. Nissa nodded once. "How can she be his daughter, too? The only other woman he was with is dead, right?"

Fabala winced. "Can't you put it a little more delicately than 'the woman he was with'?" She asked.

Milos' mouth hung open, and he just stared at her for a few minutes. "I don't believe it."

Fabala closed her eyes. "Good, then you won't tell anyone else. Thank Oz that's over and done with. Now," she turned to Kade. "Are you taking Life Sciences with me?" she asked.

Nissa looked appalled. "You're taking Life Sciences? I thought you were keeping up with Sorcery!"

Fabala smiled wanly. "I'm doing a double major." She said. "So, are you?"
Kade nodded. "Absolutely, I wouldn't give up the chance to have Professor Timin again. His assignments are ludicrous, but you've got to love that old Gazelle."

"Professor Timin's the name of the Gazelle that teaches here?" Milos asked.

"Yes," said Sheika, "why?"

Milos rubbed the heel of his paw into his forehead. "He's also the Briscoe Hall headmaster." The Wolf's head landed on the table, and he let out a feeble groan.

"I can't believe I was muttering threats to him." He said. Nissa sighed, not really paying attention. She looked up at the window – or what she could see of it from the crowd – and seemed to be thinking.

"Dorothy's making some pronouncement tomorrow." She said.

Fabala looked up. "About what?" she asked nervously. Nissa shrugged.

"I think it will be out how to turn Diggs back into a human, or some rot like that." She said, mildly sarcastic.

Fabala slouched in her chair. "I think that woman should make a public apology for everything she's put my family through. And do you know that even with Diggs gone, the Gale Force is still running rampant, and she's not taking any blame for their behavior, even though it is the Gale Force, led by Dorothy Gale." She rolled her eyes.

"The Gale Force was named that at the beginning of the Reconstruction Era, before Dorothy was probably born!" Nissa pointed out.

Aran rubbed his eyes. "Not again." He muttered to himself.

"My point is that she had control over them when her house landed on my aunt!" Fabala hissed, standing up and leaning over Nabila to Nissa.

"Well, my point is that that occurrence was nearly eighteen years ago. Let. It. Go!" Nissa said, standing up also.

"That...woman, for lack of a better word in mixed company, is a menace to society!"

"And how do you mean?" Nissa's voice softened in confusion, and she looked up at Fabala's face briefly.

Fabala threw her hands in the air, exasperated. "Why do you think the Animals are still disappearing, why Quadlings are still slaves, or why Winkies get condescending looks whenever they enter a Gillikin community? It's because of her! You may not believe me, but she is ruining our country. She says she's friends with the Lion, but I have never met him, and I have been to the Palace twice; I've met the Tinman and for Oz's sake, Nissa, our father is the Scarecrow! Where's the fourth member of the nefarious party I ask you? He's not allowed into the Emerald City, that's what!" Fabala let out a sigh, shaking.

"Are you done?" Nissa asked.

"Yes, for now." Fabala said.

"Well then; I know your feelings toward Dorothy, Fabala, but she and I grew up together. And she and Ozma are friends; Ozma wouldn't let anything bad happen in Oz, she's our princess!"
"Yes, she's the princess, but technically so are you and I; she has no more power in politics than we do, and her title is just that. And as for Dorothy and Ozma being friends – maybe they were once, but they aren't anymore. Ozma told us herself that they were no longer on speaking terms..."

"But that was nearly a year ago! Things could have changed for the better."

"And they could have changed for the worse, how are we to know?"

Nissa sank down into her chair. "I don't see why we have to fight about politics, it's not our business."

"Not our business?" Fabala repeated. She looked like she was about to burst; her breathing was ragged, and she looked positively livid. "The politics of today will be the mess we have to fix tomorrow! You're mother is a public figurehead; people look up to her for advice and an understanding of how to better society." Fabala shook her head, scraping her chair away from the table. "I'll see you back in our dormitory." She said, before pushing the chair in neatly and walking away from the table, shoulders sagging and chest heaving.