This is another story I'm co-writing with my insane cousin. Hooray for family insanity! She's Ember Witch, if you want to check out her fics. And by that I mean REVEIW her fics, don't just read and leave. It makes us feel so cheap when you do that...(starts crying)

Ahem. I'm ok. Back to business.

Before we begin, let me just set some things straight. The Elphaba in this story is, for the most part, bookverse. She may slip into musicalverse every once in a while, but we're going to try and control ourselves. Glinda is very much musicalverse...think Chicago cast. Kristin Chenoweth's version of Galinda was much more subdued than Kate Reinders's. My alter-ego may surface from time to time in this story, I have little control over that. In other news, I'm a raving lunatic, if that explains anything.

We own nothing but ourselves!

Meanwhile, my cousin and I are rehearsing "What is this feeling?"

"Ok, so what are we doing now?" Chelsea asked, having gotten confused by Sara's excited babbling.

Sara took a deep breath and spoke at a much more normal speed. "When it gets to the part where Glinda says, 'Unusually and exceedingly peculiar,' and so on and so forth, I'm going to throw the tiara to you and you'll throw the hat to me. Then you do that line and I'll do the 'blonde!' line, ok?"

"Right, ok, because it doesn't make sense otherwise."

"Right, and then we switch hats again." Sara went to start the song over, momentarily forgetting what track number it was (shocking as that is) and skipping way too far forward. Either that or she got caught up in the excitement of pushing a button. She stopped a moment later and said, "Oh, duh. We're going to need the hats." The song "No Good Deed" began playing.

"Yeah that might help. Where's the tiara?"

"Oh, it's behind me, over there," Sara said, having caught sight of the witch's hat behind Chelsea.

The two girls went for the respective hats, and in the process hooked ankles and fell flat on their faces like two covers of a book falling away from one another. They made quite a thump, causing Sara's Ouija board to slide out of the top shelf in her closet and onto her head, knocking Sara into La-La-Land. On the cd, Elphaba was chanting. Chelsea brought herself up to her elbows, very dizzy, going, "What happened?" She looked behind her and found her foot tangled up in Sara's and tried to scoot forward to untangle it, bumping the bookshelf with her head in the process and causing a hardback version of Wicked to fall from one of the upper shelves and onto her head. She joined her cousin in a state of unconsciousness.

When Sara woke up, she was very sorry. Her eyes would not focus, and all the sounds around her echoed and faded in and out as though someone were playing with the volume on the radio, making her severely nauseated. She had never been stupid enough to get a hangover before, but if what she'd heard from stories in school was correct, that's kind of what she had. This confirmed her decision to only ever drink on special occasions. Eventually she managed to sit up.

"Ohhhh... vertigo..." She said miserably, grabbing her forehead. After blinking a few times, Sara managed to focus her vision and looked around to see whether Chelsea was hurt.

Chelsea was nowhere to be found.

That's when Sara noticed that something was very different. And she said so. "Something is different..." Then started to make a list. My carpet is gone. I'm sitting in grass. There's trees. And bees. And monkeys. And fleas? No. Phew. Ok. So I'm outside...and it's getting dark...and... and... "I'M LOST!" she shouted, whereupon a bony hand clamped suddenly over her mouth.

"Shut up!" a voice snarled behind her.

Sara took the hand from her mouth and put it in a joint lock, then spun to see who her would-be captor was. She instantly threw the hand back to it's owner and screamed. "AAAH! IT'S YOU!"

Elphaba sprung at her, tackling her and again clamping her hand over Sara's mouth. "Would you shut up!"

Sara pushed Elphaba off of her, trying not to be too insulting, and sat up again, having regained some of her composure and nodded apologetically to show Elphaba she was going to be quiet. Elphaba's ears pricked suddenly and she looked around, then grabbed Sara roughly by the wrist and dragged her behind her and into a hole in the ground.

"Woah...tunnel." Sara whispered, impressed as she looked around.

Elphaba was staring daggers at her.

"Be careful. My head might explode." Sara told her after a few seconds. Elphaba blinked and looked at her with a little more apprehension than rage, then quickly regained her composure.

"Where the hell did you come from?" Elphaba demanded. "How did you know I was here?"

"I think I came from my room, and I had no idea you were here."

"Your room." Elphaba repeated. "You live here?"

"No!"

This girl had to be out of her mind. Elphaba shook her head. "Then what were you doing in this thicket by yourself and clearly unarmed?"

"Psh. Weapons are for wussies." Sara replied, then stated. "I've been thinking about it, and I'm pretty certain that I'm unconscious, and you're a figment of my imagination."

Elphaba had no words.

Sara continued, trying to figure things out as she spoke. "But how did I get knocked out?" She thought for a minute before gasping and tightening her fists. "The Ouija board!" She growled with utter contempt, and suddenly realized she was holding on to something. Or it appeared in her hand out of nowhere. Whichever you prefer. Anyways, she brought the object over to the dimming light that was streaming in the entrance to Elphaba's impressive underground tunnel. It was the witch's hat she had reached for when the unfortunate had happened.

"Where'd you get that?" Elphaba asked, suspiciously. In the slanting light, she couldn't tell that the fabric was different from the fabric of her own hat.

Sara, who normally reads body language and tone of voice with impressive accuracy, was clueless to her suspicion for a minute. "Oh, some costume store." She replied, waving her hand. She had more important things to think about right then, and needed, as usual, to figure things out aloud. "So if I was holding on to this and got transported to her," here she pointed at Elphaba absently, "then Chelsea must have had the tiara, which means..." She looked up at Elphaba, as though suddenly deciding to include her in her debate. "Oh no," was all she said. But then she chastized herself mentally, thinking, "no, you have to think of all possibilities."

Elphaba waited for a minute, but there was no more. Apparently she would have to give a cue of some sort, but she had lost her patience. "Who is this Chelsea person, and remind me again what the hell you're doing here!"

"Yeah, speaking of Chelsea, in here you don't happen to have a prisoner or..." she had to inhale before adding a wavering, "victim?"

"No."

Sara breathed before she said, "then it's as I figured."

"Your vagueness is really starting to piss me off."

Sara went into a slightly overly-animated account of what had happened, with as much detail as she could remember. Elphaba found herself caught up in it, and would ask questions. What is a Ouija board? Does it work? Can Sara get one for her? Has Sara ever heard of Kansas? Does she know where it is? What is an Irish? Once they got back on subject, which took some doing because both got wrapped up in Sara's explanation that Elphaba was a leprechaun of some sort, Elphaba had caught on to Sara's fears.

"So if you're here with me, then your...cousin, was it?" Sara nodded. "...must be with Glinda."

"Yes and that's not good at all. Chelsea hates pink."

"If she's dressed anything like you, Glinda will insist she changes into a gown of some sort. And most likely that gown will be pink."

"Oh, God. If Glinda dresses her in pink, I just know she'll throw a conniptions and start hyperventilating."

(At that very moment...)

Chelsea's head reeled as she opened her eyes.

"So much …..PINK!" She screamed as she fell off of what ever she was resting on.

After regaining some of her composure, Chelsea looked around at her surroundings. Everything was pink: the walls, the dresser, the mirror, even the bed she had been sitting on was drenched with the dreadful color. She began to shiver due to her fear of pink. Chelsea pulled her knees to her chest so she could rock back and forth like a basket case but suddenly screamed.

"OH MY GOD WHAT IS THIS! I'M WEARING PINK!" she shrieked, just now noticing that she was dressed in a pink night gown with frills (shudders…it pains me to write this).

Chelsea was now hyperventilating and began to rip the gown off.

"I've …..got…..to ….get….out of this nightmare! I need black!" after saying this she proceeded to run about the room all the while struggling to free herself from the jaws of death. Just then she heard the click of a door opening, normally Chelsea would have stopped to see if the intruder was a possible threat but at the moment she was too ballistic.

She was finally able to whip the nightgown off; Chelsea chucked it across the room as though it was poisoned.

"IT BURNS!" she shouted.

"Oh, my," an extremely high feminine voice whispered. Chelsea turned to see who her torturer was and screamed. After clapping a hand over her eyes to avoid seeing the girl in her undergarments, the owner of the voice joined her.

"You're Glinda?" Chelsea said hardly believing what she just said.

"And you're nude!" the blonde prep pointed out.

"Well that's what you get for dressing me in pink!" She shouted, still panting and beginning to sweat. "Wait, this is all a dream. You are all a dream - just a crazy figment of my messed up mind. I knew I needed therapy!"

"This isn't a dream; you're a crazed lunatic that just appeared from out of no where!" Glinda squealed as she tossed Chelsea her normal clothing. She caught it easily and clutched it as though it were a precious gem.

"Oh, black sweet black. I will never leave thee again!" she declared, slipping into her pants and t-shirt. Glinda looked at her as though she was crazy.

"I know I'll pinch myself and wake up back in Sara's room on the floor and we'll both have a good laugh at my insanity." Chelsea babbled pacing around the room, and with that she pinched herself hard on the arm.

"This isn't Sara's room….crap it didn't work!"

"Dearie, you need bed rest." Glinda said, walking up to Chelsea and tried to usher her back to the bed.

"No you don't understand, I don't belong here! How did I even get here?" she growled, thoroughly confused.

"Well, I was walking the grounds waving to my public in this glorious new ball gown. You simply must see it..." Glinda spoke so fast that all Chelsea could do was sit there and stare. The Good Witch's high voice combined with the speed she was speaking made her words sound something like the Chipmunks after drinking a case of Mountain Dew.

"Stop talking." Chelsea groaned as she covered her ears. Glinda fell silent and let the strange girl collect her thoughts.

"Ok, think, Chelsea, what were you doing before you woke up in this nightmare? Okay Sara and I were singing 'What is This Feeling?' we had this plan to switch hats for one line of it. But the hats were on opposite ends of the room so we went to switch sides when our ankles hooked and we both fell. Then the Ouija board fell and hit Sara and the book hit me. Oh….Ouija board." She growled.

Glinda took advantage of Chelsea's silence and began to play 20 questions.

"What is the song 'What is This Feeling?' can I sing it? Who is this Sara? What is this hideous thing called a Ouija board? I wonder if Elphie had one. Why is your hair cut like a boy's? Why do you wear pants? It's so improper..."

"It's from a musical; I'd prefer you didn't sing it. Sara is my cousin whom I hope is here as well. A Ouija board is an evil device that transported me here. I doubt Elphie had one? I like my hair short and spiked and pants are your friends where I come from." Chelsea replied in one breath.

"Oh, how lovely." Glinda said happily.

"Hey do you happen to have another raving lunatic like myself only with brown hair dressed similarly?"

"No, you the only lunatic to come falling out of the sky today."

"Oh, crap." Chelsea said as she stared on horror at the tiara that suddenly appeared in her hand.

"Oooo what a lovely crown! I have one just like it, only pinker!" Glinda squealed.

"That's not the point!" Chelsea shrieked grabbing Glinda's shoulders and shaking her roughly. Glinda gave her a mindless stare. Chelsea sighed; she was getting rather fed up with Glinda's clueless-ness.

"Okay we'll go over this again. I had the tiara when the Ouija board fell, and Sara was holding the witch's hat. So if Sara isn't here then she must be with Elphaba."

"Oh, Chelsea dear I'm so sorry. Your cousin has moved on." Glinda said putting a comforting arm around her. Chelsea looked freaked out.

"Character that doesn't exist in my world hugging me! Not good!"

"Oh, sorry." Glinda said, blushing and taking a step back.

"And Sara isn't dead. She's probably in some woods on the outskirts of Oz along with Elphaba." Chelsea said carelessly. Glinda's eyes lit up at this news.

"Elphie's alive?" She whispered. Chelsea clasped a hand over her mouth.

"Oh man did I just say that out loud?"

"She's alive?"

"Elphaba is going to slaughter me when she finds out…."

Glinda had proceeded to jump around the room chanting "She's alive!" Chelsea meanwhile sat on the bed with her head in her hands saying, "I'm doomed, I'm doomed!"