Hey, guys! I know, it's been awhile since I updated, but here's the next chapter of my Wicked fic. I hope you like it and that you'll review. Bye:) :) :)

Glinda flew through one of the highest towers in the wizard's castle. Shakily, she landed and got off the broom. She still didn't like flying, but she was getting better.

"Okay. Now all I have to do is wait for the wizard," she murmured to herself. Soon, she was bored just standing and decided to explore the huge room. In one corner, there was a huge cage covered by a sheet; in another, there were piles of the same sheets. There was a large desk in the center of the room and near it were horse bridles.

Glinda went over and picked one up. "The horses of many colors... I remember them..."

"I'm sure you do, my dear," someone said behind her.

Gasping, Glinda dropped the bridle and turned around to find the wizard closing double doors behind him.. "Y-you!"

"Yes, my dear. It's 'm-me.' Now why don't you tell me where you're little green friend has taken my book?"

"W-why should I? You can't read it. Elphaba was right," she said, her words gaining more strength, "you don't have any power at all."

He smiled at her gently. "But don't I? After all, you came back here. Why?"

Glinda thought fast. She couldn't let him guess the real reason. So she gave a half-truth. "I-I . . . I'm sick of running and hiding. I was popular! And it was taken away when I went with Elphaba."

"You poor child," the Wizard said, taking a few steps closer to her. "You don't have to be strong anymore. I promise. Wouldn't you want someone taking care of you? Waiting on you hand and foot? Caring for you like the princess that you are?"

Anyone else watching would have seen Glinda's eyes glazing over with the notion of getting that back. But soon she shook her head, curling flying, and said, "How can you do that? Elphaba and I both believed in you. Nobody believed in you more than her! Not even me. And you're not even mentioning her in all this."

"Oh, dear Glinda . . ." The Wizard stepped over to the giant head, leaning against it for a moment. When he faced her again, he began to sing.

"I never asked for this, or planned it in advance. I was merely blown here by the winds of chance. I never saw myself as a Solomon or Socrates. I knew who I was. One of your dime a dozen . . . Mediocrities."

He stepped closer to her. "Then suddenly I'm here, respected, worshipped even. Just because the folks in Oz needed someone to believe in. Does it surprise you I got hooked, and all too soon? What can I say? I got carried away, and not just by balloon."

The Wizard gave a small smile and held out a hand to Glinda. She sneered slightly and backed away. The Wizard set his hand back at his side and continued singing. "Wonderful. They called me wonderful. So I said, wonderful? If you insist I will be wonderful. And they said wonderful. Believe me, it's hard to resist! Cuz it feels wonderful, they think I'm wonderful, hey look who's wonderful, this corn-fed hick! Who said it might be keen to build a town of green and a wonderful road of yellow brick."

He stopped singing for a moment and talked to her. "See, I never had a family of my own since I was always traveling, and I guess I just wanted to give the citizens of Oz everything."

"But… why couldn't you just be yourself? Why did you have to become someone that you're not?"

"Glinda, Glinda, you of all people should understand why I did that. Are you yourself in front of a crowd? Is that pretty, popular face all that there is to you?"

"No…"

"Well, it's all that the crowd outside sees. And all anyone sees of me is what they want to believe. They call me wonderful, so I am wonderful. In fact, it's so much who I am it's part of my name! And with my help, you can be the same."

"You can make me popular again?" Glinda asked skeptically. The Ozians had hated her and Elphaba for months.

"Glinda, the most celebrated are the rehabilitated," he said. Once again, he held out his hand and this time, she took it. They danced around the giant room, the Wizard chorusing more of his, "Wonderful, I am wonderful, you'll be wonderful, we'll be wonderful," repetition.

When they finally stopped dancing, Glinda remembered Elphaba and decided to do something she knew her friend would want done. "Wait. I will join you, but you have to do something first."

"And what's that, my dear?"

"Those flying monkeys that El--" --it killed her to cut herself off and say this-- "the wicked witch changed. I want you to release them. All of them."

"Done!" With a flourish, the Wizard rushed over and pulled the sheet from the large cage. He unlocked it and the monkeys spread all over the room, examining things, poking at the head, and eventually taking to the window.

"Fly, monkeys! You're free!" Glinda cried. Then she glanced over and saw something moving in the big pile of shets. "Oh, one got stuck."

"No, wait!" the Wizard cried. But it was too late.

Glinda picked up the sheet and saw Dr. Dillamond, completely reverted back to a normal goat.

"Dr. . . . Dr. Dillamond?"

"Baaahhh," he bleated.

"Dr. Dillamond, it's me. Glinda. Don't you remember?"

He only stared at her with huge, sad eyes.

"Oh, my God . . ." Glinda turned and glared at the Wizard with surprising hatred flared through her entire body. "I never truly believed Elphie when she said you were the one behind all this. I only came with her because she was my best friend. But now, I see you truly are evil. You do need to be stopped. And I will fight with her until the citizens of Oz know everything!"

With that, she grabbed Elphaba's broom and flew out the same window she'd come in. She needed to tell Elphaba of poor Dr. Dillamond's fate.