A/N: Filler alert! Damaran and Lillany's little blurb in this is just filler…no point for it. Oh well…I swear, it'll get better. Like, with events (gasp!). Oh well…

Sorry it took me so long! My computer was down for awhile. My updates will be closer together from now on, I swear!

Viva-taquitos: I hope you don't pass out either! Blame it on Oveel if Glinda dies. 'Tis not my fault!

The Dragon Sorceress: Hahaha! Sorry my chapters are so short! This one's even shorter…but you must forgive me, I had limited time to work on it because I wanted it up quickly!

BernieR: Glad you like it! Yes, spread the word about Wicked! Others must know of its greatness: )

Sinfulpurgatory: Building the set for Wizard of Oz? Oh, how fun! Is Kiamo Ko going to be in the background? (Hint…hint…) yeah. Very awesome, though!

Zafr0: You're very welcome about the cliffhanger! LOL I love Glinda too! No, not that way, lol, very nice. Yeah, Fiyero and Glinda rock…because she's perfect…he's perfect…they're just darn perfect together! ; )

Kate: Thanks! And for your question…probably…

PoetryOutLoud: Yes, I do love your optimism! Hooray for happy endings! …darn Winnie Holtzman and Stephen Schwartz didn't give us one…hmph.

Panra: lol loved your review! Made me laugh. : ) And you're right, Liir is like Neville Longbottom! I never realized it before, but I can't believe how much they are alike! Nice job spotting that one! And what are the sith?

Animes18: Thank you! Actually, I had a few really small hints…the funeral Elphaba listened to, and I mentioned Glinda coughing twice. But I'm glad no one caught them, makes it more fun!

Frederick Charleston: Thanks! Glad you liked it.

Elphaba-thropp: Aww, thanks! Well…I can't tell you…(imagine me with the grin of an eight year old with a secret)

Countrybutterfly: I hope it goes where you think it's going so you love it! Lol. I'm sad knowing it's beginning to end, too. For lack of a better word, it's very sucky. That's not even a word, but I think it describes it adequately. And I think my ending is a little bit better…what do you think?

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Damaran walked slowly through the woods of the Emerald City. He wasn't exactly sure of what to do…he knew Lillany would let him stay with her in a heartbeat, but could he abandon Fiyero and Elphaba like that? After all, they had been so nice to him…and he knew that Fiyero couldn't stay in the palace. He could, himself, but he'd have to be alone. People would recognize Fiyero. They wouldn't recognize Damaran.

He smiled despite himself. He couldn't believe he had met his sister again! And in the most unlikely of places…in a way, it was Elphaba who brought the two together in the first place. He sat next to a tree. Maybe…maybe Lillany could let Elphaba out. But could he ask his sister to do that? She could lose her job. She never had been the daring type – leaving home to live in the Emerald City was the biggest thing she had ever done, and probably would ever do in her life. Could he ask her to risk losing that?

So many decisions, so many different loyalties. He sighed. Elphaba needed help…but Lillany couldn't give up her job. Of course, she might not be caught…he sighed again. At the moment, he decided not to do anything. If Lillany wanted to help Elphaba, she would, right? He nodded to himself. He would stay out of it. Either way, somebody would/could get hurt. He decided he didn't want that on his conscience.

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Lillany sat in her room, not doing anything. She was trying to avoid contact with most people, as most everyone either had the sickness or knew someone that did, and now that she had found Damaran, her life was important to her. Those working in the palace had not had much to do lately, as Glinda was sick, and they didn't know what to do, really. It seemed to all fall apart. She made dinner for Glinda, and put bread on a tray and tea with it for Elphaba, but that was her only job. The cook realized she didn't have much skill in the area of food, and found someone else to help him, which she figured was just as well. She leaned back in her desk chair, eyes becoming unfocused as she thought. What was she going to do with her brother? She couldn't send him back, not to her horrible mother. But was it best for him to stay in the Emerald City? How was she going to take care of him? Sure, he could live with her, there, but would he even want to? While she was busy, would he just stay in her room waiting for her to get back? She sighed. If she had a real house, with a real family, it would be different. But at the moment, she didn't know what to do.

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Elphaba paced back and forth quickly, impatient for Oveel to get there. It was early two mornings after she had convinced Oveel to get her the Grimmerie, and he should bring food by soon. She had found the spell to make Glinda better, she had found it! She needed Oveel to take her to Glinda, she needed to cure Glinda. After having found the spell to rid Glinda of her sickness, feeling a little guilty, she looked for a spell that could…break iron, or locks, or something like that so she could get out on her own…there was nothing. She was almost relieved – if she had found a spell like that, she would have needed to decide whether or not she wanted to use it. She had promised Oveel, after all.

She heard the footsteps, and eagerly ran to the bars, clutching them, her face near. She waited in anticipation for him to come around the corner, and when she saw him, she grinned. "Oveel!" she exclaimed impatiently.

He carried the tray as usual, and walked quickly to her cell. He slid it underneath the bars and stood up. "What?" he asked warily.

"Oveel…" she took a deep breath, knowing he might say no. "I need to see Glinda."

He shook his head, sighing. "Elphaba, you know she can't come see you, she's sick, she can't get out of bed."

She swallowed. "I know that. I need to go see her."

He immediately started to shake his head, and backed off, his hands in the air. "Oh, no. No, no, no. I can't do that, I can't let you out."

"No, but Oveel, you don't understand, I need to see her –"

"I can't let you out! You're a prisoner, Elphaba, I can't let you go!"

She let go of the bars, and quickly ran to the back of her cell where she had left the Grimmerie open. She grabbed it and showed the page to Oveel, leaving it open and putting it against the bars. "Oveel, I found it, I found the spell that will make Glinda, and anyone else who's got it, better! I can make her better, but I need to see her!"

Oveel came close and squinted at the page. "I can't read that," he said suspiciously.

"I know, no one can! But I can, I know what it says!"

He paused and straightened. "Well, then how do I know that that's what you say it is?"

She huffed. "You just have to trust me, that's what it is! Oveel, you don't understand, you have to do this, you have to do this for Glinda!"

He stood, staring at her for a moment. Her eyes were desperate, and she clutched the Grimmerie to herself. He chewed on his lip, thinking hard. "No," he decided, shaking his head. "No, I can't do that."

She threw down the Grimmerie in frustration, and he jumped. Keeping his eyes on her warily, he took the empty tray and walked quickly away.

After seeing him turn the corner, she let out a short scream, and let the side of her fist strike the bars. It echoed for a few moments after that. She was perfectly aware that he could hear her, and that she was throwing a temper tantrum, but she didn't care. She flopped on the ground and brought her knees to her chin, hugging her legs. How could he not believe her? She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to regain control of her temper. She slowly stood up, walking to the back of her cell where she had her broom buried. She knelt down before it, staring at it underneath the hay. What could she do? There had to be something. If Oveel didn't plan on letting her out…she stood up again and went back to the Grimmerie. She would have to look through it again. Maybe there were other things she could do…she could probably control someone. If she could find a spell to manipulate him…she shuddered. She didn't want to do that, but if he wouldn't cooperate with her, she would have to. She picked the Grimmerie up and started to slowly flip through.This move certainly wouldn't help her reputation, but she wouldn't have to worry about it, anyway – she would help Glinda, get Fiyero, and get out of Oz as quickly as she could. She knew her reputation was beyond saving, anyway, this couldn't make it any worse. Of course, more people would know she was alive…that was okay. If she left them alone, maybe they would do the same for her. She flipped through the Grimmerie, hating what she was planning to do. It needed to be done, however. Hypnotizing or manipulating or doing whatever to Oveel would help more people than it would hurt. It wasn't like she was going to kill him. But…would it have lasting effects? She put the Grimmerie down. She could ruin his life. "Oh," she whispered to herself, frustrated, and rubbed her temples. She couldn't do it. She lay down, curled up, angry with herself. She couldn't do it.