Title: When Your Dreams Come True

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: 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 if this is a very weird chapter. The inspiration for it is AOL's Showtune's station, and I'm also kind of on the incredibly sick side. Eh...and, yeah...this is my lovely time away from my non-fanfic story, and believe me, I need the mental vacation.

Chapter Six: A Room With A View

Their new room was large and comfortable, small for fifteen girls, but much too big for five. They had had enough time to adjust, and for the most part the girls ignored the newly-transformed monarch as just another little piece of clutter in their room. The one who seemed the most skittish of the other-worldly girl was Nabila, who had heard rumors about the happenings in the capital of her fair country, and did not want to be the next missing Animal.

Fabala, for her part, pointedly ignored the pale Kansas girl, deciding that it was in the best interest of the others that she didn't tell Dorothy exactly how she felt about her. Whenever she walked into a room that had the brunette in it, she kept her lips firmly closed, and her eyes averted at all costs.

Of course it was hard to ignore the girl on Unionist holy days, when all students, even the agnostic and atheist students like Fabala, were forced to stand next to each other, with Nissa on Dorothy's other side, as they were the dictator's protectors until such a time came when someone could reverse the spell, or it decided to reverse itself.

"I thought you said the spells your mother did accidentally when she was our age wore off quickly." Nissa hissed during one very boring sermon the Unionist Brother Endic was giving. Professor Timin, walking by the girls as he watched the students, sent Nissa a disapproving look. She bowed her head serenely, allowing gold curls to fall in front of her face to hide her giggle as she ran a white-gloved hand over her already perfect light blue dress.

Fabala watched the teachers walk past, before biting her lip. "Well," she said, her voice quieter than Nissa's had been. "It had worn off relatively soon, but none had been this...drastic." She said, before letting a jeweler's eye rove over Dorothy's sturdy frame. The girl hadn't been able to fit into any of the clothes she owned, so her now much-smaller frame was encased in one of Nissa's many ruffled things.

She looked down at her own deep green skirt and light green blouse – the blouse had been a gift from Nissa for her last birthday, and the skirt was her mother's. She looked up, and caught Aran's nervous look as he quickly turned to her from where the boys were standing, and she shook a quick negative so that he would know she was fine. She looked down at her hands, where they were fiddling with her skirt, and let out a small sigh.

"Fae?" Nissa asked. Fabala's head snapped up surprised that Nissa had used Aran's favored nickname.

"What?" She asked.

"Are you okay?" Nissa asked. "You just look so...preoccupied."

Fabala smiled wanly. "I'm fine; I was just worried about getting our term grades back." She said. It was a bold-faced lie that Dorothy caught, but Nissa just nodded, breathing a little easier. Fabala was not really worried about anything in particular, but more worried about how she could get Dorothy away from Shiz before her mother's cover was blown.

"You should really wear something much more bright, really; I've never seen a Winkie so...dark before." Dorothy whispered. Fabala's hands clenched, turning the skin a light brown, and she clenched her jaw, desperate to not comment.

"May I have Miss Greyling and Professor Timin come to the dais?" Brother Endic asked. Miss Greyling flittered up to the dais, where Professor Timin waited courteously for her.

"What's going on?" Dorothy asked, suddenly perplexed.

Fabala allowed herself a small smile. "What, they didn't give you your grades after the feast of Saint Glinda's sermon?" she asked, using the same tone Dorothy had used earlier. The pale girl looked appalled that someone would use such a tone of voice with her, but shook her head mutely. "Pity." Nissa reached over and flicked her.

"Now, you all know how to do this, am I right?" Miss Greyling asked. "When I call your name, come receive your grades for your examinations from either Professor Timin or myself. Right now..."

She started to call out names. Fabala bit her lip as they did so. Although most Ozians went by matrilineal surnames, she had begged both Professor Timin and Miss Greyling to change her name on their records from "Thropp" to "Tigulaar", to keep Dorothy's large nose away from mother.

"Now, let's see..." Professor Timin had to put on a pair of garish glasses to read the next name. He frowned at Miss Greyling's handwriting, before clearing his throat. "Miss Malkin?" He called. Riley got up and walked up to Professor Timin, taking her scrap of paper from the Gazelle.

"Master Melarose!" Miss Greyling said, waving Sheika up onto the dais and giving him his paper.

Professor Timin looked at the paper, then up at the students. "Master Naeva?" Aran turned to Fabala and winked at her, before going up to get his paper. He held it in one hand, and ignored it, except to pick at the green seal.

"Master Ohanko!" called Miss Greyling. Kade got up and got his paper, oblivious to the slight grumbling from a few freshmen.

"A Red Panda?" asked Dorothy. Fabala ignored her, but heard Nissa answer her.

"Miss...Sameh?" Professor Timin called, before looking up and conversing quietly with Miss Greyling. Nabila looked nervous, and sent the other girls a quick look. They shrugged, but Professor Timin cleared his throat and called her name again. She stood and walked up to the dais as fast as she could, took her piece of paper, and hurried back, head bent, as a few boys made hissing noises and mewed at her.

"Can I hurt them, please?" Fabala asked Nissa through clenched teeth.

"No." Nissa said blandly.

Fabala bit the inside of her lip, looking away. "Master Taliesin!" called Miss Greyling. Milos stood and walked leisurely up to the dais, growling as he turned away from the dais toward his fellow classmates. Kade smacked his forehead with his paw, shaking his head at the Wolf's reaction to the 'criticism'.

"Miss Thro..." Fabala's eyes widened, but Professor Timin cleared his throat and reread. "Sorry, Miss Tigulaar?" he called. Fabala stood and got her papers, winking at Aran as she walked by him. She let out a quick sigh as she sat back down.

"Miss Upland!" Nissa got up and bounded toward the stage and took her paper. "Now, you have a small recess in University activities for the Emerald City ceremonies for Saint Glinda's day, the patron saint of our Good Witch, Glinda Upland. Now, remember, you may go to the ceremonies if you want, but you must be back post-haste.

"Now, to your rooms young ladies and gentlemen, and get good nights sleep!"

Nissa grabbed Fabala's arm while they walked back to their dormitory. "Do you and Aran want to come to the Emerald City with me for Mother's ceremony?" She turned back to Dorothy, who was walking with a slight frown as she started back towards their room. "We can kill two birds with one stone if we can find anything in Mother's study about how to get Dorothy turned back into a young adult, not a young adult if you know what I mean."

Fabala shook her head. "Not really, no. But I'd love to go to the Emerald City with you. I'll talk to Aran tonight, okay?" Nissa nodded, and fluttered back towards their dormitory. Fabala shook her head, before looking back at Dorothy. "Something very bad's going on here." She whispered to herself, before stopping and waiting for Aran.