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: As of this week, I have all of my Wicked stories onto my livejournal for fan fiction, which you can find the link to in my profile. I hope that I won't have to stop writing here until this story is done, but if I do, I hope you all will move with me to my journal. It's just that it's become increasingly harder for me to get onto because it is either down or there is some form of bug that won't let me open my editing tools. I'm sorry that it will be an inconvenience, but I hope I won't have to go away until this is done. On a better note, it's almost the summer for me, so I'll have more time to write.

Chapter Eleven: Catfight

Nissa pulled the covers closer to her, trying to block out the sunlight and the people arguing in the hallway. She rolled over onto her side and into a fetal position, before snapping up, suddenly wide awake.

There were people arguing outside her room?

Nissa pushed the light blue duvet off of her and slipped on her slippers before she stepped down into the cool rug. She went over to her mirror and ran an expert hand through her short blonde hair as she checked her face to make sure she was presentable. She grabbed her gauzy light blue robe and wrapped it around her as she stepped out of her room. "What in Oz is going on out here?" she demanded, arms akimbo as she glared at the two making a scene.

Aran mimicked her expression. "Fabala's gone." He said simply. He scratched his chest as he glared at the Tinman, whom he had been verbally lashing out against.

"I told him that the young Miss Fabala left for the grounds about an hour ago." The Tinman said, moving his arm in its socket. The metal digit groaned angrily in response.

Nissa ran her tongue over her teeth and sucked for a few seconds as she thought. "Well, I think it's a sufficient answer, Aran." She said. The slightly older boy ran a hand through his light hair roughly, his eyes wide.

"Nissa, do you know what it's doing outside?" he asked, oddly calm.

Nissa blinked. "Um…being outside-like?" she asked innocently. She really did not want to admit that she had still been asleep when the fight had started. Though, given the fact that all Aran had on were a pair of badly wrinkled pants that he had worn the night previous, she had her suspicions that he had also just woken up. She coughed as she tried to hide her blush as she looked away from him.

Aran growled slightly as his jaw clenched. "It's raining, Nissa." His voice was low and monotonous. Nissa looked out of the window near the staircase.

"Is it?" she asked.

He rubbed his nose. "Have you ever heard of a sun shower?" he demanded.

The Tinman's appendages clattered, drawing the two teenagers' attention back to him. "Miss Fabala didn't go out alone; she and Master Thropp were sharing an umbrella."

Nissa and Aran looked equally confused. "Master Thropp?" they said together.

The Tinman nodded. "Master Shell Thropp." He said, as he started away. "I need some oil." He muttered to himself as he creaked down the steps.

Nissa and Aran stood together for a moment, before Nissa turned to Aran. "Hellfire." He muttered, before he moved to Nissa. "I'll meet you back here in about five minutes?" he asked.

"Five minutes?" Nissa shrieked. "But, but my makeup! My hair!"

"Your sister." Aran pointed out. He turned around and went back into the room he had shared with Fabala, and slammed the door behind him, leaving Nissa staring at the spot he had vacated.

"My sister…" she whispered to herself, before she blinked, realizing that she was not properly dressed. She ran into her room and tore through her things until she found a sturdy skirt and blouse, along with a pair of boots. She grabbed a sunhat and put it on, determined to not ruin her blonde curls. She stormed out of her room, stopped, and went back to apply at least a little lipstick in order to be presentable. When she got out of her bedroom, Aran was waiting for her, looking annoyed.

"Are you ready?" he asked. He was pulling at one of the buttons on the cotton shirt, looking more worried than Nissa had seen anyone before. She nodded, and he started down the stairs and outside, ignoring the cold water that hit him, making his shirt become transparent and stick to his chest. Nissa grabbed an umbrella and followed behind him quickly. "How couldn't you know that Shell was a Thropp? We have to get her away from him before something bad happens." Aran said, suddenly turning on Nissa.

Her lips twisted. "How was I supposed to know? This was the first time he's been here; usually Ozma goes to visit him." She fumed back. Aran glared at her, before turning around and storming into the kitchens.

"If I were Fae…ha!" He stormed over to where he saw Fabala, the Red Panda, and Shell, but his anger quickly faded into concern. Nissa stared at the young man for a few moments, dumbfounded, before she trotted behind him.

"Fabi!" she called, waving. Fabala looked over at them, looking slightly relieved. She broke away from Shell and went over to her sister and fiancé. "Fabi, when are you going to learn." Nissa tisked, holding the umbrella over Fabala and herself.

Aran walked over to her. "Are you alright?" he asked. Fabala nodded.

"That's Kade's father." She said.

Aran let out a groan. "You're out here, in the rain, and all you can say is that…wait, that's Kade's father?" Aran stopped, and his mouth opened and closed like a fish. Fabala let out a quiet chuckle and kissed Aran softly.

Nissa let out a strangled mewl. "Please let's not hurt the feelings of those who have no love of their life yet." She said with a pout.

Shell came over, water dripping from his dark hair into his eyes. He coughed, and looked at the young trio in front of him. "Could I talk to you all someplace warmer, drier, and possibly more comfortable?" he asked.

Fabala's eyes darkened considerably, and her dark skin contracted a rosy hue. She caught Nissa's eye as she lowered hers, and the blonde nodded. "Let's go into the guest sitting room, and we can talk." She hugged Fabala closely. "And you need dry close, Fabi, if you're going to stay together." She said. Shell sent her a sideways look as he held the plaid umbrella up.

"Shall we?" he asked, motioning towards the Palace.

"I guess we shall." Fabala said quietly.