Title: When Your Dreams Come True

Author: Aerohead

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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: Sorry for the lack of updates in the past month or so. My computer crashed recently, and I just got too fed up to retype this chapter, but now I've decided to restart. It's much different from the original chapter five, so I'm sorry if it's inconsistent.

Chapter Five: Through A Child's Eyes

The days were growing colder and darker, and Lurlinemas has long since been celebrated. It was the bleakest of the months students spent at Shiz, and no one had come forward about the writing on the door, and Miss Greyling was starting to believe Fabala and Nissa had made the whole incident up.

Mid-year exams were fast approaching, and Fabala was out of her mind with stress as she studied for her exams in Life Sciences and Sorcery. She sat in Crage Hall's library, pouring over a book of Unionist teachings about Animals, getting sicker and sicker as she read.

Slamming the book shut, she moved over to a book for History. There were intermingling issues in Professor Timin's History and Life Sciences courses that seemed to correlate to each other, so Fabala was bound and determined to find out as much information as she could, in case the good Gazelle decided to put any of the History information onto their exam.

"Miss Thropp? We're closing the library, so, if you could leave? You can take the books with you." Madame Einhest said, gently. Fabala looked up and sighed, nodding. She put on the green jacket and black scholar's scarf that she had brought with her, before walking out of the library and into the cold of the outside world. There was a light frost already on the grass, and the Experimental Science majors had already predicted snow. Fabala shivered, pulling the coat closer to her, before hurrying to reach the larger building the library affixed itself to. She reached the door and pulled the freezing handle to open it, before taking the steps two at a time. She reached her dormitory within a minute or so, and opened the door.

"It's freezing outside." She announced. Nissa looked up from her spot in front of the small fireplace.

"Really? I thought it was warm when it was about to snow." She said. Fabala just sent her a scornful look, not sure if her drawling comment had been a pun or a barb.

She carefully took off her shoes, before moving toward the closet, careful of Nabila's tail. The Cat was going over basic enunciation and grammar for their Sorcery test with Nissa, but she had curled herself into a fetal position, looking more or less bored.

Fabala hung her scarf and jacket up, before stepping out of her skirt. She stood in her slip and a light yellow blouse, which she quickly rid herself of. She put on a long-sleeved woolen shirt and a dark green woolen skirt that reached her ankles. She then slipped her feet into a pair of dark woolen shoes, before picking her books back up and walking over to her bed. She deposited the books and kicked the shoes off, and pulled down the comforter of her bed. She slipped under it, and picked up a History book, propping it open.

"Do you want to go over our Sorcery assignments?" Nabila asked quietly.

Fabala looked up, shaking her head in the negative. "I have Life Sciences exams before Sorcery exams, so I want to make sure I know this material better."

Nabila nodded, and Nissa looked up from the Basic Incantations book she was going over. "If you need anything, just let us know."

"I will." Fabala said, smiling lightly at her sister, before going back to the book. The room was silent, except for the sharp crackling of the fire as it ate the wood that had created it and the quiet rustle of paper as one of the girls flipped a page in the book they were currently reading.

Suddenly, Fabala slammed her book closed resolutely, making the other three girls jump – Nabila and Nissa from their studying, and Riley from her slumber – and turn to the irate tattooed girl.

"What is it?" Nissa asked, getting up and sitting down on Fabala's bed. She wrapped her arms around the taller girl's shoulders, trying to be comforting. "What's wrong?"

Fabala pointed towards the textbook wordlessly. Nissa picked it up and flipped through it. She found the offending material, and sighed, shaking her head.

Gale to Become Thropp's Replacement

"You have to let that go, Fabi." Nissa said, touching Fabala's arm lightly. Fabala jerked away.

"She just has to...to...see the world from the eyes of a child!" She yelled. The wind picked up, crashing against the small rickety window. The window sprung open, trailing in dead leaves that landed on Nabila's bed. The girls looked at each other, slightly scared, before breaking off into a fit of nervous laughter.

A week or so later, Fabala and Kade had their Life Sciences written exam; their oral exam was the next day.

"Can we go to Renata's Pub?" He begged.

Fabala looked at him, almost surprised. "You don't even like women or humans sexually, why do you want to go to Renata's?" She asked.

His tail started to flick, and he shrugged. "Milos was going." He finally spluttered out.

Fabala smiled, and waved him off. He looked at her quizzically, before trotting down the slope towards the Pub; she watched him go. She sighed and stared at the ominous gray sky. She jumped when she felt arms fold around her waist.

"How was Life Sciences?" Aran asked, pulling her closer to him.

"Better than I expected." She replied, tilting her head to look up at him. "And how was Government?"

Aran's arms tightened around her waist slightly. "Biased, as usual, but there's nothing I can do about it, without getting called a servant." He kissed the top of her head lightly, before giving her a quick squeeze and letting her go. "Here comes Nissa."

Nissa came bounding over, but she looked worried. Fabala broke away from Aran and went over to Nissa, grabbing the smaller girl's arms. "What's wrong?"

"Miss Greyling wants to see us now." Nissa said.

"Oh." Fabala let go of Nissa, and the two girls quickly made their way to the Headmistress' office. They reached it in a state of disarray, and Nissa stopped Fabala from barging in.

"One must always make an impression." Nissa hissed. Fabala rolled her eyes, but fixed her scarf and skirt, before running a skilled hand through her hair. When Nissa was finished using the glass of a scowling old Headmistress as a mirror, they entered Miss Greyling's office.

Inside was the woman sitting at her oak desk, facing a girl whose back was to Fabala and Nissa. The girl's head was bent, allowing dark curly hair to fall around her, obscuring her face. She wore a soft-looking Gillikin hoop skirt of purple, and a light blue velvet shirt, and it was plainly visible that her legs were crossed at the ankles, the way proper young Gillikin girls were taught.

"Ah, there they are, there they are!" Miss Greyling said, getting up. "Girls, we have a slight problem. Now, of course we will not force you to allow another girl into your dormitory, but we will ask you, and move you into a bigger dormitory, of course – perhaps one of the rooms that used to be for fifteen girls?"

"Why, Miss Greyling?" Fabala asked. She eyed the girl sitting at the desk. She appeared from her stature and the way she hunched into herself to be fifteen or so – not quite an adult, but not quite a child, either.

Miss Greyling sighed, withering back into her chair. "Ah, yes. Well, it seems something happened about a week ago, and none of the healers or Unionist ministers or even – after we had run out of options – the pfaithists could do anything about it. It's the most phantasmagoric thing I've ever seen, and you girls know well that a spell cannot be reversed, but their must be other spells for aging, and I will persevere. Well, we all know I am not the best suited Sorceress for this task – I'm sure Miss Fabala knows well who the best is if she ever did decide to join the land of the living," here Miss Greyling had the audacity to wink, "however I cannot just send the poor girl out onto her own in this wild world as she can't stay in her home without someone finding out, and as this is a learning facility...well, I naturally chose you girls for your proficient skills in the Art and because of your upstanding social lines and lineation."

Nissa and Fabala just stared at each other, not sure exactly what Miss Greyling was getting at. Then Fabala's mind raced back to the night of the storm, and she grabbed the chair in front of her. "Oh...oh, no." she whispered to herself.

Miss Greyling nodded sadly, not understanding Fabala's distress. "I know, it is a terrible thing, but I trust you girls with this secret, as I trust your boon of friends."

"Our boon of friends?" mouthed Nissa to Fabala, who just shook her head.

"Now, to your new room, young ladies; Misses RileySue and Nabila have been notified." Miss Greyling said. The two older girls fled the room quickly, followed in an agonizingly slow pace by the dark haired girl. She reached them and looked up, still proud, even as a teenager for the second time in her life.

"I can't believe it...I...can't believe it." Fabala muttered, staring at the face of someone she had only met once, and had only wished to ever meet once.

Dorothy Gale.