A/N: Yay! Here's the 2ed chapter! I hope ya'll had a good Turkey Day (Gotta love those relatives 'eh Glinda?). I'm trying my best to update. My horse-riding season is almost over. SO I'll have more time to update!
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NOTE: Sorry for all the deviders. My computers being stupid, they're just there to devide Elphaba from Dorothy and the Scarecrow
Winning Your Heart- Is he?
The Scarecrow blinked, early morning. Dorothy was still asleep he smirked, "It must be nice to sleep." He muttered. For all he did during the night was stare into the darkness. He sighed as he stared at Dorothy.
He stood up, his hay body rustled as he did. He strode over to Dorothy, and knelt down next to her, and shook her shoulder lightly. "Dorothy! Dorothy! C'mon, it's morning! We have to get going." Dorothy kept sleeping and turned away from him, mumbling something about 'Auntie Em… five more minutes…'
Scarecrow sighed and rolled his eyes, "C'mon! We have to get to the Emerald City! So you can get home!" Her eyes fluttered opened at the work HOME. She yawned cutely and stretched her arms above her head.
"Morning Scarecrow," She smiled brightly and slowly stood up, then dusted off her dress. He nodded in response and leaned on a tree. "I guess we should be off." He went to stand and fell to the dirt.
Dorothy gasped and ran to help him up. "Really, lets go!" She smiled and led the way with the Scarecrow behind her.
The Witch sighed and drummed her fingers on th
e stand for the crystal ball. One person (if you could call him that) filled her thoughts. That scarecrow! "Stupid scarecrow" she muttered sourly. She yet again waved her hands over the crystal ball, calling forth the scarecrow and that little brat, Dorothy.
They had made a good deal of progress over the last two days. They were now passing a grove of talking apple trees she smirked and watched. "Those trees are never in a good mood," She muttered.
She watched as Dorothy proceeded to grab an apple from the tree, it slapped her away. It was talking to her, more or less yelling at her. The Witch cackled in slight amusement, her eyes focusing on the Scarecrow. He was… taunting the trees, interesting.
The Witch leaned closer to the ball to watch. The trees were pelting them with fruit, amusing for a short while. Until couple grabbed the apples and ran, "So, the scarecrow had a plan all along." She sighed and waved her hands over the crystal. The image vanished beneath fog.
"Well," she began talking to herself again, "I guess it's time I play them a little visit!" She grabbed her broom from the corner of the chamber and scurried into a large sunroom with open gaps for "windows." She straddled the broom, pushed off the ground… and she was gone.
The scarecrow and Dorothy slowed down as they began to enter the woods. Dorothy had just finished one apple and went to eat another, when it slipped out of her hands into a patch of berry bushes. She sighed, slightly frustrated and knelt down in the brush to find the apple.
On her hands and knees she crawled, until she found the apple, and something else. A metal leg… she slowly stood up. A metal torso… a metal chest… and "It's a man!" She gasped, "A man made out of tin!"
Scarecrow gasped and ran to Dorothy's side. A small, "mmph!" noise filled the air as the couple looked around. "Mmph!" it sounded again! Dorothy slowly inched closer to the scarecrow, as if seeking protection. "Mmph!" During the 3rd time Scarecrow leaned closer to the Tin man.
"Oil…can!" The scarecrow shouted, "OILCAN!" He reached down; an oilcan was sitting on a tree stump near the man. He quickly scooped it up and oiled the man's jaw, and handed it to Dorothy for her do the other side.
Quickly, the man became animated. With help from Dorothy and the scarecrow (and the oilcan…), he began to a stretch. He slowly took a step, then another. Until he was dancing for joy, "Thank you! Thank you!" He cried to Dorothy and the Scarecrow.
Meanwhile, the Witch (who had landed around five minutes ago) was hidden in the brush, watching. "Fools." She whispered, narrowing her eyes to see in more detail. Her complexion matched the emerald green of the leaves perfectly. She slinked closer, slowly, making sure not to make a sound. Waiting for a time where their backs were turned so she could get across the road and up on the roof of a near by hut.
There was the moment! The Tin Man was explaining how he was "created" without a heart. The Witch shook her head and frowned, "Boq…" Her voice trailed off into the slight breeze that that day carried. She ran out of the bushed, and quickly crossed the Yellow Brick road she barely made a sound.
She swiftly made her was to the back of the hut and scaled the side (standing on a barrel always helped too). Her green hands gripped the roof of the house firmly, as she waited to make her entrance.
The plan was formed then and there, "Why don't you come and see the Wizard with us? He'll give you a heart!" Dorothy chirped. The Scarecrow nodded, a smile was on his face.
The Tin Man looked thoughtful for a moment, his smirk turned into a smile, "Yes! I'll come with you!" They turned away from the hut, linked and linked arms to leave when…
"Did you think I would let you see the Wizard so easily?" The Witch's voice boomed from thin air. The Witch cast a quick spell (a seemingly useless one she had seen in the Grimmerie), allowing her to create green smoke. She quickly stepped into the smoke as it erupted. The trio gasped as she "appeared" out of thin air. She cackled at their reactions, "I see you've made friends, brat." She stared straight at Dorothy. The Scarecrow and the Tin Man stepped in front of her.
"You leave her alone!" The Tin Man growled. The Scarecrow nodded and frowned at the Witch.
The Witch raised an eyebrow, they were both too cocky, I can fix that, she thought. "How 'bout a little fire Scarecrow!" She smirked and conjured a small ball of fire in her hand. Tossing it in the direction Scarecrow, who dived out of the way as it hit the ground. The Tin Man stomped it out (Dorothy sheriked).
The Tin Man was still acting very cocky the green woman noticed. He was smirking at her comment, "And you Tin Man, I'll make a bee hive out of you!" His smirked immediately dropped.
"Be gone witch!" The scarecrow yelled. The Witch visibly flinched.
His voice, the Witch thought, Sounds just like Fiyero's. What if that dream was… true? And… he is Fiyero? No…he can't… HE WON'T BE! "No! It's impossible!" She shouted, startling the trio. Her eyes widened as she realized she was thinking out loud. "I'll be back, my pretty! I WILL get my shoes!"
With that, the green smoke appeared again. And she was gone.
The trio was shaken by the Witch's sudden appearance, but they slowly began to recover and they began to walk down the road. Both men made promises to Dorothy, even if they didn't get what they wanted, they would still help her!
The Witch gasped, "Sweet Oz… that was dumb." She told herself as she mounted her broom and took off into the sky. I will follow them, she thought, not only for my shoes. But, I will watch the Scarecrow too.
As she flew, about a half a mile up, her dream was fresh in her mind…
"Elphie…" The scarecrow called out again. It made her turn around again to face him, "I never left you." He stepped closer to her, and cupped her cheek with his hand, "You just have to look harder to find Fiyero again, to find, me…"
She blinked slowly and looked up at Scarecrow. For a brief moment, she thought she saw Fiyero instead of the Scarecrow. The scarecrow leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. To Elphaba it wasn't the scarecrow it was Fiyero.
She went to look up at him again, there stood Fiyero, he was looking directly at her. He waved and began to fade into what seemed like fog, "I'll be waiting Elphie." Said the last whisper of his voice as he disappeared into fog…
She shook her head and looked down, the forest was becoming more and more dense. She decided to descend and follow them on foot, she would blend right in! She tilted the broom down, and flew into a small clearing off the road to dismount.
The trio (and the Witch) walked for a good few hours before Dorothy began to get tired and they had set up camp for the night…
A/N: I know. It's a weird place to end, but I don't have much time to post this. I haven't any time to edit this chapter. I will get to it soon! So forgive me for any horrible errors there maybe. Thanks! R n' R!