A/N: Okay, chapter 4. Thanks to my three reviewers.

--------------------No One Mourns The Wicked, Or Do They? --------------------

'Elphie was the smartest person I ever knew.'

Elphaba flew high above the Vinkus as she went back to the home she and Fiyero shared. She'd gone out in search of food.

Reaching the house at last, she grabbed her basket and dismounted her broom. Sure, the stupid farm girl had taken her other broom, but she made a new one.

"Fiyero?" Elphaba called. "Fiyero, are you here?"

Elphaba walked into their little kitchen. "Fiyero?" She called again. Then she spotted a note on the table.

My dear Fae,

I've gone out hunting. Be back in a bit.

With love,

Fiyero

Elphaba was relieved. 'So he's just out hunting, I wish he would've waited at least until I got back. Ever since she thought the Gale Force had killed him, Elphaba was a little uneasy when she got home and he wasn't there. She went into the living room to wait until he got back.

As she waited, she found her thoughts drifting to Glinda. 'Why couldn't Glinda know that we're alive?' 'What is she doing now?' 'Has she forgotten about us?' 'Is she keeping her promise and trying to learn how to read the Grimmerie?' 'Does anyone know about our friendship?' 'Is she coping well, after all, she did lose her best friend and fiancé in one night.' Elphaba's thought swirled around the bubbly blonde. 'But, what should I do? I can't show my green face in the city! They'd murder me for real if I even got close!'

With her mind still reeling, she didn't notice that Fiyero was back. "Fae!" At the sound of his voice, Elphaba was jerked out of her thoughts.

"Fiyero, I need to see Glinda," she told him.

"Elphaba, you know you can't," he replied. "It's too dangerous for you right now. And, besides, I'm sure Glinda is doing just fine."

"I hope so…" Elphaba whispered. "But, Fiyero, she could know!"

"What? Fae, you know you can't go into the city." Fiyero was getting worried. He couldn't let Elphaba go into the city, she was sure to get found out.

"Yes I can't, but you can!" she said excitedly. "You've done it before! When you were with Boq, the Lion, and little What's-her-face!"

"Well, maybe…" Fiyero said slowly. "So, if I get into the palace, then what? I can't just tell Glinda that her lost fiancé and best friend are alive, can I? How would I know that she'd even believe me?"

Elphaba was crushed. She hadn't thought of that. "Maybe… I could… A letter!" she exclaimed. "I can right her a letter, and put in a picture of us at Shiz, or in the Emerald City! One that only I could have!" Elphaba was partially giddy with excitement. She dashed to the small desk, pulled out paper and a pen and began to write.

Glinda,

I know it hasn't been long, but I miss you.

'No, that's not good,' Elphaba thought as she scrunched the page into a ball and started over.

My dear friend Glinda,

'Ugh, that's too formal.' She balled up that page and started anew.

My friend Glinda,

'No, she was more than that, she was my best friend.' Elphaba tore that page in two and started again.

My best friend Glinda,

I know this sounds crazy, but I'm not dead. That stuff about water melting me is utter tripe. And as for Fiyero, well, he delivered this letter. It's a long story, ending with me turning him into the Scarecrow to save his life.

I hope you'll forgive me in not telling you the truth for so long, I realize what you're going through, not being able to tell you has taken its toll on me, as well. I've changed. Not by much, but I see the world differently now. I can only wish that you get this letter, and not anyone else.

I've gotten word of your actions since the Wizard left (was that your doing?). Well done on lifting the Animal bans. I knew I rubbed off on you. The Munchkins must be happy, too. But, it's not Nessa's fault, really. She waned Boq to stay with her. Of course, me turning him to tin must not've helped too much, but, you must understand, there was nothing else that I could do. Nessa wanted him to lose his heart to her, but she mispronounced the words in the Grimmerie. Boq's heart was lost, but not to Nessa. I did the only thing I could think of. I turned him into tin so he wouldn't need a heart.

So, Glinda, I hope your happy. I'm just fine, and I hope this picture proves that it's really me. I really wish we could go back to the time when it was taken, I really do. But, alas, I can't, and hoping never got me anywhere. I wanted to tell you right off the bat that I was alive, but Fiyero wouldn't hear of it. You wouldn't have been safe knowing, and neither would we. I'd tell you where we were, but I don't know if this letter will be read by anyone other than you.

I'm truly sorry, and I hope you'll forgive me,

Elphie

P.S. I don't feel entirely safe writing my full name, so I used your (perky) nickname!

Elphaba read through the letter several times to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything.

Finally satisfied, she opened the desk drawer and pulled out an old photo album. She picked through until she found the one she wanted. Grabbing an envelope, she folded the letter around the picture and stuffed them in the envelope. Elphaba tipped some melted candle wax from the one on the desk (green, of all colors) and waited for the seal to dry before handing it to Fiyero.

"Please, make sure Glinda gets it," she told him sternly.

"Okay, I will," the Scarecrow replied.

"Promise me?" Elphaba couldn't keep the desperation out of her voice.

"Alright," Fiyero said, his tone softening, "I promise."

They kissed goodbye and Elphaba stared and is retreating form until he was out of sight.

'I really hope Glinda gets the letter.'

A/N: So, did you like the chapter? I know, I know, Elphaba is a little out of character, but I did my best. So, some last questions that you sould have:

Does Glinda get the letter?

Is someone else going to see the letter?

Is there going to be a fast update?

Well, yes to two of those answers! YAY, suspense! Wow, that was random. Okay, I'm only delaying you from REVIEWing!