A/N: Yes, I put a line in the previous chapter without telling you all, to see if you could get it. It was: 'where'd I leave that tired old thing?' Congratulations to elphabathedelirious32 for getting it. You deserve a whole shelf full of trophies for being so awesome. I sort of put a line in here, too.

Disclaimer: Were it mine, I'd put a spell on it so it would come alive. But sadly, it's not. Thus, it hasn't come alive. But when I demand that Gregmeister abdicates (and he will), I shall make it come alive. But now, it's not mine. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

The palace was a dusty, old ruin, but it would do for now. I spelled the doors open with the aid of the Grimmerie and walked in with Yero--well, Fiyero, because it was definitely him--behind me. The seventh tower had collapsed, and a couple of staircases were like rock-climbing walls, but it would do for a while. I whirled around and faced Fiyero--I'd told him all of it--startling him slightly.

"We'll reside here for a couple of years, making progress." I said determinedly. There was absolutely no way I was going to let the Wizard get the better of me. "I know a few people who were part of the Resistance. I can contact them; they can help out." He nodded to show he understood. I made my way up the collapsed staircase, grabbing hold of large stones so I wouldn't fall to my death. Eventually I got up there, puffing and panting. It was perfect. I knew this would be my study. But first I had to send a letter to Chistery, to get him and his army of snow monkeys to come here. I'd send a spell, too, so he would be younger. I sent a spell in a vial and put it in an envelope with a letter. Then I left it on my desk. I'd teach a pigeon how to send messages. It was a cozy place. Not comfortable-cozy. Just home-cozy.

We were soon settled. I'd sent the letter to Chistery, and I hoped he'd get it. Nanny had most definitely died already, but it was obvious. I wasn't about to mourn over her death; it's not as if she didn't die of a natural cause. Everyone dies someday.

Fiyero--it was inevitable that I called him that--and I settled in the same bed, for I was twenty now, and I could handle myself. He gently ran his hands along my bare chest, and I couldn't remember anyone touch me as softly before. We moved together like that, blue diamonds on a green field. We finally fell asleep, close together, breathing in unison. Later at night, I heard a chatter in the distance; a monkey's chatter. I shook Fiyero awake and bolted up, following the sounds. I finally found the monkey, young as ever, at my window, with his army. I let him and the rest of the winged monkeys in and directed him to a chamber.

"Thank you, Elphaba. It is you, am I right?" Chistery inquired, and my jaw momentarily dropped open, but I closed it with a snap. I'd never expected to succeed in teaching Chistery to speak English fluently. I nodded, and he led his mates to the room. Fiyero, who had come in, glanced at me. I was completely naked, except for a scarf tied around my waist.

"Who was that?" He said, hugging me close.

"My secret army of monkeys." I said, kissing him. He tenderly kissed the place where my shoulder became my neck, and we plopped back on the bed with a wump.

The next day I sent a letter to a few people who were part of the Resistance so many years ago. Surprisingly, they came swiftly. They were in their thirties and forties, but we needed a lot of help. As they pounded on the door, I jumped from the staircase top and ran up to the door and flung it open. There stood Igrisid, Tirale, Yiewette, and Atiereana. They grinned at me, and I smiled back and welcomed them in. Igrisid was a tall, balding man with a grin plastered on his tanned face. Tirale was a twenty-year-old boy whose parents had been in the resistance; his blonde hair was pushed back out of his eyes, and his blue eyes darted about the castle, inspecting it. Yiewette was a red-haired girl with freckles sprinkled on her cheeks. And Atiereana was a brown-haired girl with knobby knees and lightly tanned skin. They sat down on a few chairs and looked at me. I sighed.

"Alright." I said, as Fiyero sat down, too, and looked at me intently. I shuddered. This was like public speaking. "I think we should start small, like annihilating the people helping out the Wizard. Now I heard that the current Headmistress of Shiz, Madame Lupid, is the Press Secretary for the Wizard, ever since the other one was killed. She has an assistant, a tik-tok thing named Protikin, who helps her get all her information. We'll start there, because it won't be hard. He's just a lot of metal." I thought for a moment as they discussed among themselves, and then I spoke again. "We should all have codenames. I'll take Fae, my usual one. Fiyero, you should have Yero." I told him, and he nodded. Then I turned to Igrisid. "What do you want?"

"Sid." He stated, and I nodded to show my approval.

"Tirale?" I questioned, looking at him.

"Rile." He replied, grinning at me.

"Atiereana?" I inquired.

"Ana."

"And last but not least, Yiewette?"

"Yew."

"Alright. That's it for now. I'll contact more previous and future members of the Resistance, because we can't possibly accomplish this without extra help. Now, I assume you've all traveled a great deal, and since it's getting dark, you'll want to rest." I told them, and pointed them to a set of chambers on the east side of the castle. "Those will be your rooms. Feel free to make yourselves at home, because you'll be here for a while." A smile tugged at my lips as they trekked towards their rooms. Perhaps it was all going to work out. Fiyero wandered towards me and kissed me.

"Come on," he said, smiling, "you need to rest, too." I smiled back, and we trudged towards our room, yawning.