A/N: Okay, one question answered: fast update (at least, fast for me!) Now, will Glinda get the letter, or somebody else? BWA HAHA!

Disclaimer: What is WICKED, but a giant fanfiction? Gregory Maguire didn't have a disclaimer, so why do I need one. .:murderous-looking lawyer shows up:. Oh, that's why. Not mine!

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

'I really hope Glinda gets the letter.'

Miles away, in her green study, Glinda was pacing. 'Why was Elphie being so careless? Does she care anymore? Is she going insane, like I am?' Glinda laughed bitterly at the thought. Yes, she knew she was losing it, she just needed to make sure Oz didn't find out, then she'd be in trouble. 'But, would it really be that bad? I mean, I surely wouldn't have all of this responsibility still, would I? Is Oz really that desperate? No, they wouldn't be able to handle that. Not so soon. Oh, Elphie, how much I wish you were here! You'd know what to do!' Glinda had been pondering the same things for days now.

She almost felt like smashing another vase. But, she couldn't, the maids were shocked to find one, they'd start talking if there were two! 'And I can't have that, I may know the state of my sanity, but they don't need to.' Glinda sighed. Trying to keep herself looking good on the outside was getting harder, especially when, inside, she was a mess. In one short day, the walls of her perfectly structured life crumbled, and instead of building new ones, Glinda had been trying to piece the old ones back together, only, it seemed that two walls were missing. Glinda was only left with public status, and her good looks. 'The things that Galinda cared for.' Glinda almost laughed at her old self. 'And to think, I used to care.

'But, do I really not care? I might not care as much, but I think I still do care. And I really wish I wouldn't. Elphaba didn't care, at least, she didn't show it, and now look at her. She threw her life away to help Animals she'd never even met. What would've happen if I were Glinda, when Doctor Dillamond had been taken away? It's funny, but, in his own way, Dillamond helped me to be Glinda the Good. If Elphaba hadn't wanted to talk to the Wizard about his being taken away, she wouldn't have needed to flee the life she thought she wanted. And the Wizard's cover story wouldn't have featured Glinda the Good.' Glinda sighed as she thought of the engagement party for her and Fiyero. 'Then, I still acted like Galinda.'

Glinda's mind wandered to the horrible day that Elphaba died. As much as she fought it, the day kept replaying in her mind. 'I'd forgiven her for Fiyero. And she'd forgiven me for what I've done. After a stupid fight, we finally make up, and they had to kill her. Wait…' Glinda thought slowly, 'hadn't she been crying then?' Glinda was getting close to the truth when the attendant came to tell her that someone wanted to see her, and it was urgent.

"Alright, tell him I'll be right there," Glinda said, and wiping away the tears she hadn't noticed she'd shed, she walked out the door, and wondered who could possibly need to tell her something at the late hour.

As Glinda descended the stairs, she was surprised to see the Scarecrow that had traveled with little What's-her-name to the Wizard… with the girl that had murdered her Elphie.

"Yes?" she asked him, "What is so important that couldn't wait until morning?"

"Oh, sorry Lady Glinda—" he started.

"Please, just Glinda," she interrupted.

"Er…right, Glinda, I have an extremely urgent letter for you, and you alone. I don't want to wait longer, I've been traveling for a while to get it to you," he said quickly.

"Alright," Glinda replied. "Would you like to stay in the palace for a day, or two? Just to rest up before you leave. We can replace your straw?"

"Okay," the Scarecrow said, and his voice hit a note that was almost familiar to Glinda, in some odd way. 'But, I was with him and the girl, his voice should be recognizable. But, what sounds different?'

While Glinda was pondering that thought, she hadn't noticed that the Scarecrow was holding a letter out to her.

"Oh," she said, startled, "th-thank you. One of the maids will show you to a guestroom. Are you hungry, uh, I mean, do you need to eat?"

The Scarecrow shook his head. "No, but thank you for your hospitality, Glinda," he said, and, again, his voice struck a chord that, somehow, reminded Glinda of her days at Shiz.

Glinda decided to wait until morning, anyway, to read the letter. She didn't see the importance—it didn't even have a fancy seal! Just some wax from a green candle. 'Green… no, it's impossible… is it? Surely the Wizard is gone?' (A/N: Hah, bet you thought she knew whom it was from!) The more Glinda thought about that, the more tempted she was to rip it open and read it now.

Glinda wrestled with her mind. 'No, if it's from him, I don't want it!' 'You don't know it's from the Wizard.' 'It's a green seal. Who else would use a green one?' 'Someone in a hurry and with a green candle on their desk.' Glinda hadn't thought of that. 'But… But…' She gave up. She'd lost, and she knew it. 'All right, fine. I'll read the stupid thing.'

She pulled it open, and was surprised to see only one piece of paper inside. She unfolded it, and, much to her surprise, a picture fell out. Glinda gasped when she saw it. It was an old picture of her and Elphaba at Shiz. They were standing beneath Elphaba's favorite tree to read under, both of them beaming at the camera in true happiness. 'But, we only had two of those! One I took, and the other was hers!' Glinda read the letter with trembling hands. Once she was done, she re-read it several times to make sure she understood. 'Elphie is alive!' he mind screamed. 'And Fiyero, he's the Scarecrow? But, why did she—oh, I remember. When the Gale Force stuck him on a pole and almost killed him. I guess that's why his body was never found.' Glinda was doing her best to resist the urge to flat-out run to his room and demand the whole story. 'No, I can't do that. He's my guest.' She sighed. Her life was getting even more complicated, if that was even possible.

She sighed. This'll have to wait until morning, after all.

Sleep came slowly for Glinda that night. Her thoughts were troubled over a certain green girl. When she finally awoke, she found breakfast waiting for her. She ate and went to her wardrobe to get dressed. She wanted to look… less Glinda the Good-ish and more… Glinda Upland, of the Upper Uplands. She finally decided on a simple pink dress.

"F-Fiyero?" she called. "Fiyero, is it really you?"

Fiyero sighed. Elphaba had wanted her to know the truth, and, well, the truth was he didn't die.

"Yes, Glinda. It's really me," he said.

"Oh, Fiyero!" Glinda said as she rushed foreword and gave him a hug. "Fiyero, wha—how—?" Somehow she couldn't form the words.

"What? This?" he gestured to himself. "Elphaba did that when the Gale Force pulled me away. I was on a pole, and the whip came, but the pain didn't come. The Gale Force eventually gave up, and I was left there. Dorothy eventually came and pulled me down, and we went to the Wizard, I thought I could find Elphaba there. So I made up a story about wanting a brain. He told us to bring him the broom of the Wicked Witch of the West, so he meant we'd have to murder her. Me and Elphaba came up with the trick with the water, she 'melted' and we went back to the Wizard. I came back for Elphaba and we left, you see, she fell into a trapdoor. So I came for her, and we left.

"I wanted to leave Oz, but Elphaba couldn't. So, we've been living on the outskirts of the Vinkus," Fiyero explained.

This was becoming too much for Glinda to handle. "But, I saw her melt. I saw it happen, Fiyero."

"No, you didn't. She shrieked and fell into the trapdoor. I know it's hard to understand, Glinda, but you must believe me." Fiyero was beginning to wonder if telling Glinda was really a good idea.

"I-I… Fiyero, I… I can't believe it," Glinda stammered. "I need to see her."

"No, you must understand, you can't," Fiyero said.

"No, Fiyero, you don't understand," Glinda said. "I didn't say I wanted to see her. I need to. I need to see her. I-I have to make sure this isn't a dream… This is like, he best thing to happen to me in over two months. I…" Glinda sighed. She was crying tears of joy, now. 'I can't believe it. Elphie, alive. But-but how?'

"Glinda," Fiyero said in a stern voice, "you can't come to the Vinkus. If you went there, then the area will become popular. And we can't have that."

Glinda was defeated. "Uh… I… uh… I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Fiyero said soothingly. "I know what you must be feeling."

"Will… will you take a letter back to her for me?" Glinda asked in a small voice.

"Yes, of course," the Scarecrow answered.

"Alright, I-I have to go…" Glinda walked quickly back to her room. 'It's true. Elphie's alive. Fiyero, too. But, what will I say to her?'

A/N: HAH! Okay, sappy, I know, but what do you expect? Oh, my sister kicked me off the computer last night, so I couldn't post it then!