A/N: I hit a hundred reviews! YES! Oh, I'm so excited! Thank you so much! I would throw you guys a party…if I knew you… ; ) Okay, so this one's a short chapter with a bad ending…oh well, it'll get better (hopefully) soon…and if it seems kind of random, it's because I wrote Glinda and Elphaba's…meeting…first, then wrote the beginning, then the end, then the thing with Glinda, then finished the end. So I wrote it very randomly.

Oh...just read it again...this one's a very bad chapter, sorry...

Animes18: Thank you! They are rather cute, you're right. (smiles with pride)

Zafr0: Yes, longer chapters are so much better, but I didn't have too much to write about…well, yes, I guess I did, considering that actually more happens in this chapter…meaning it's more eventful…than in the last one, but for some reason it's still short. Oh, well, I'll try to make them longer next time! Thanks for the review!

PoetryOutLoud: Amazing? Hooray! Thank you! Yes, I'm surprised no one has noticed her yet also…I guess they're just not very observant people…(I'm just making an excuse for my own flaw in writing, LOL)

FrederickCharleston: Take pride, you are my hundredth reviewer! LOL fun stuff! Thanks!

Haley: LOL yes, Glinda visits Elphaba (finally!) I'm still not positive what to do about Boq…ehh I'll figure it out…thanks for the review!

Whogirl: Aww, thank you! You're so darn sweet: )

Kate: I did talk to you about your review, but just in case other people aren't clear on the same thing: I just copied Gregory Maguire on the tea thing…he never really does explain why she can drink tea but not water…maybe the tea mixture or whatever makes it so she can drink it? I have really no idea. : )

Panra: You're right, it does need more Fiyero! Hmm…if only I could post pictures… ;)

Countrybutterfly: I'm glad you have no cast on anymore! And no, that wasn't foreshadowing…I was just trying to show that Glinda has doubts about Elphaba…trying to be clever, didn't work, LOL. And no, I don't exactly know what you meant by the whole cliffhanger thing…could you explain it? I can try and make it better if you do…

Viva-taquitos: LOL that's fine! Review all you want, for sure!

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Elphaba listened to the proceedings going on outside of the jail. It was a funeral, for a child, from the sound of it. They were only passing by, so Elphaba couldn't hear most of it, but she was glad of that…she didn't exactly want to hear it.

She sighed, turning her attentions away from outside. Who had been that girl Oveel had brought in the night before? Were people starting to know she was in there? She had looked terrified of her, which was customary of the people of Oz. The girl had brought her tea. That was Glinda's job. Why hadn't Glinda come by? Was she really that mad? She might have just been busy. Elphaba sighed again, and then laughed despite herself, remembering Damaran. She smiled sadly to herself. She missed them…Fiyero especially, of course. She stood up and began to pace. Oveel had come a couple hours ago, and she had put the tray out of reach before he had gotten there to see if he would possibly come into her cell like he had the day before…perhaps she could get out? When he had gotten there, he smiled awkwardly as usual and put her tray in. She stood at the back, watching him.

"Could you hand that to me?"

Darn.

So that hadn't worked. It wasn't a very well executed escape attempt anyway, it was more of an experiment. She would need to be a little more clever if she intended on escaping…which she wasn't sure that she intended on doing, anyway. She would wait until she talked to Glinda again to decide on anything.

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"Miss Glinda, I'm sorry to bother you again, you have another visitor…they demand to see you, I'm sorry…"

Glinda jumped. It was another of her maids. Glinda was in the room the Wizard had used to speak to visitors, with the large head that had intimidated her and Elphie so much. She was examining the metal structure when the maid had talked to her.

"Yes, yes, of course, I'll be down in a moment…"

She walked into the room a few minutes later, her puffy, pink dress slowing her down, with three rumpled soldiers waiting for her. All of them looked tired. She plastered on her fake smile and sat across from them. "What can I do for you?" she asked pleasantly.

"We were told to guard two men that were accompanying the Wicked Witch of the West in her castle. We discovered about five days ago that they had escaped, and came here as quickly as possible."

Glinda stopped smiling. She knew they must have been talking about Fiyero, and that boy. She nodded. "All right. Thank you for telling me."

They looked confused. "Are you going to…do anything about it?"

Glinda raised her chin. "That is disclosed information," she told them. In truth, she had no idea what to do with them, and didn't really want to decide at the moment. "You're excused," she finished, dismissing them.

They all got up, feeling a little offended, and she watched as they walked out of the door. She sighed. She decided she would see Elphaba that night. She could at least yell at her. She knew it would make her feel better.

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Elphaba no longer slept when it got dark…she would always just be woken by somebody anyways. She waited for…who, she wasn't sure. Glinda, possibly, but not likely, as she was sure she was still mad at her. Fiyero and Damaran, probably. It was still dusk, though, with some light. She crossed to the back and uncovered her broom carefully, holding it. She looked out the window wistfully, wanting out terribly. She didn't often let herself think of that, though, and she set the broom down again, covering it again with the hay. She would wait…her time for flying again would come soon, she was sure.

After it got dark, Elphaba paced through her cell, waiting for whomever would decide to visit her that night. Soon, Elphaba's sharp ears heard the footsteps coming from the second entrance, and she stood still, waiting.

It was Glinda. Elphaba felt slightly relieved, she needed to talk to her. Glinda was walking briskly, and held a glass, as usual. She walked to the bars, and Elphaba did the same. Elphaba took a breath to say something, but Glinda held up her hand. "Save it. Take this," she snapped.

Elphaba took the glass from her and set it on the ground. She held on to the bars, and Glinda backed up a little, though it didn't look like it was in fear. She crossed her arms.

"Glinda, look, I'm sorry –"

"I don't care!" she told her, eyes brimming with tears she would never shed. "He broke my heart when he left me for you, and you broke my heart when you had supposedly died. And then you told me he had done the same! No, I don't care anymore."

Elphaba sighed impatiently, thinking wryly of karma. "Well…I never did actually say that he died…"

Glinda huffed, then coughed briefly. "You implied it, Elphie, and you know it! Anyway, I only came down here to inform you that I don't know what I'm going to do with you, so you should probably get comfortable here."

Elphaba hit the bars in anger, which made Glinda jump. "Just let me out, Glinda!"

"I can't do that," she told her sharply. "Too many people know you're here, I have no good reason why I'd just suddenly let you go."

"Tell them I escaped, tell them some mad Ozian let me out, tell them anything!"

"No, you know that would never work! Besides all of that, I can't have you running around Oz, I don't know what you would do!"

Elphaba felt struck. She took her hands off of the bars and stepped back a step, staring wide-eyed at Glinda.

Glinda stared back boldly, part of her wishing she hadn't said that, but part of her was glad she had. After a moment, she turned around, leaving the way she had come.

Elphaba watched her go, shocked at Glinda's words. She put her hands to her face, closing her eyes tightly against the tears she didn't want to fall. She couldn't bring herself to believe what Glinda had said. She didn't know what she would do? What did she think she would do? She couldn't possibly believe what the rest of Oz thought, that she was some sort of monster trying to wreak havoc. She took her hands from her face, regaining control, and walking over to the glass Glinda had brought her…it was milk, that day. She sipped it, thinking. She had to remain strong, for her own sake. If Glinda no longer trusted her, fine, she was on her own. She would figure something out. She would. She and Fiyero would go back to living in Kiamo Ko…Damaran, also, if he still wanted to. It wasn't the life she had dreamed about in Shiz, certainly…but it was better than whatever Glinda had planned out for her, she figured. She would no longer be bored…she needed to figure something out.

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Fiyero and Damaran came not thirty minutes after Glinda had left. She smiled at them, though the mere sight of Fiyero almost set her off the edge of her emotion. The words tumbled out of her mouth before she had time to rethink them.

"I think you should both go back. Back to Kiamo Ko…I'll be all right, here."

Fiyero stared at her, having barely reached her cell. "What?"

"I'm serious…you can't stay here, I don't know what Glinda's going to…just please, go back." She hated saying it, but knew she had to. Glinda was clearly angry with her, and Elphaba didn't want her taking it out on Fiyero or Damaran.

Damaran shook his head angrily. "Hey, we followed you for like, a week. And it wasn't fun! We're not just going to turn around now and hope that you get out safely."

Fiyero nodded. "Elphaba…we're going to stay here and wait. We need to be here in case…well…in case something happens."

Elphaba swallowed. "Fiyero…"

"No, Elphaba. You need us right now."

Elphaba stared at them through wide eyes, and finally accepted it. But 'in case something happens'? She didn't want to think about the "something" that he talked about.

Damaran looked around her cell curiously. "They give you milk?" he asked, pointing to the clear glass Glinda had given her, somewhat surprised.

Elphaba nodded, not wanting to go into detail of Glinda's visit.

Fiyero was relieved. At least Glinda wasn't going to make her die of thirst.

They had little to say to one another, and soon Fiyero and Damaran left. She felt very alone afterwards, and crossed again to the broom behind her. It seemed almost to call to her, begging her to take it out. She felt the handle, feeling the tingle run down her spine. She hadn't ridden it in so long…she preferred being on the run and frightened for her life every moment to being kept behind iron bars, frightened for what, she didn't know. She again put it under the hay. It would come, the time when she could ride it again…when she did, she would probably be a fugitive again, but she could handle that. It was better than this.