A/N: Alright, sorry about this chapter, I'm getting over writer's block, and I kind of fell on my Heelys, so I've got a painful cut on my hand, so typing sort of hurt for a while.

Disclaimer: Yes, I own Wicked. That's why I'm writing a fanfic. No, really!

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

'But, what will I say to her?'

Elphaba was pacing around their house. Fiyero had been gone for almost a week. 'Is he at Glinda's?' 'Is he on his way home?' 'Did Glinda get my letter?' Elphaba had been torturing herself with those questions for… days now. Frustrated, she knocked the unfinished letters off the desk.

"Why am I doing this to myself!" she screamed. "Why do I torture myself each day? Why am I Wicked? I didn't do anything wrong! It's that stupid Wizard!" Utterly defeated, Elphaba collapsed onto the couch.

She must've fallen asleep, because she awoke to someone gently prodding her in the side. "Go 'way," she said groggily.

"Fae, wake up," came Fiyero's voice. "I've got a letter from Glinda for you."

"Glinda!" Suddenly alert, Elphaba leapt up off the couch as if she'd gotten an electric shock. "Then you made it to the Emerald City okay, then."

"Yes, everything went fine. I'm sorry I'm back late, Glinda insisted that I stay for a while," Fiyero said. "She even had my straw replaced."

"That's great," Elphaba answered, but she really just wanted Glinda's letter.

Noticing this, Fiyero pulled a pink envelope out of his pocket. "Here."

"Thanks, Yero," she said, already opening the letter.

Dearest Elphie,

I really can't believe you and Fiyero are alive. I need to see you. We have to talk—face-to-face. Can you meet me in the Giliken Forest, say, a week after you get this letter. I may be off by a few days, so I'm going there every day next week. I really have to see you. I've been waiting for this kind of thing to happen for two months, but I didn't think it actually would. Please come, I'll make sure that I'm not followed—you have my word.

Oh, please come,

Galinda

P.S. If you can put a code name in, then so can I.

Elphaba read the letter a few times. The ink was smudged in a few places, as if Glinda had been crying when she wrote it, and her tears landed on the paper. And, if she wasn't mistaken, the page was scented 'Oh, Glinda, you haven't changed.' If you can put a code name in, then so can I. Elphaba laughed to herself. No, Glinda hadn't changed at all, at least, her ways haven't.

The days until her meeting with Glinda went slowly for Elphaba. She spent the time trying to convince Fiyero to let her go, even though if he still didn't want her to, she'd go anyway.

Finally, the day of their meeting arrived. Elphaba dressed herself in a simple black dress. She wished she had her black hat, but Glinda had taken it. Her finished her outfit with the silken black cape that Glinda had given her when she'd deified gravity for the first time. Sighing at the memory, she hopped on her broom and sped off toward Giliken Forest.

(Glinda's POV)

Glinda was fussing around with her outfit. She wanted to be unnoticeable, but yet…impressive. 'Oh, no, that one'll be seen!' 'That doesn't look like me!' She finally decided on the emerald dress she always had to wear when she met the Wizard. She still held a grudge with him, but she was going to the forest 'I guess this'll do.'

Glinda hurriedly conjured her bubble and floated off towards her destination: the small Gilikenese town right at the edge of the forest. She was careful to stick to the shadows, which was a lot easier in the Emerald City, because of the color of her dress. 'Oh, please don't let them see me,' she prayed and she slipped into the trees.

Branches tore at her dress and hair, but Glinda kept going. She had waited for this day for far too long…longer than the week since Fiyero left. 'Why wasn't I more specific?' Glinda moaned. 'This place is huge.' Biting back the urge to call out, she continued west until she could see the sun setting through the trees. Taking a moment's rest, Glinda stayed there to watch.

"G-Glinda?" came a wary voice behind her. "Glinda, is it you?" Glinda gasped. It was the voice that haunted her every waking moment. The voice that broke the stillness of her dreams. Forcing back tears, she turned, and saw the face of her friend.

"Elphie?" The word came out without a stutter, but Glinda was sure her voice wavered so much she wouldn't have understood. "Elphaba?" Her voice was more… demanding this time.

"Oh, Glinda!" came Elphaba's teary voice. The two friends rushed forward into a tight embrace, each not ever wanting to let go.

But then—Glinda couldn't put her finger on it—but something was… wrong. She reluctantly pulled away from Elphaba. "Did you hear that?"

(Elphaba's POV)

"Elphie, I said, did you hear that?" Glinda repeated.

Elphaba strained her ears. "I don't hear any—wait, you mean that squeaking?"

Realization hit the witches as the Tinman leaped from the undergrowth. "Glinda, all this time, you were her friend." His voice sped up. "You helped her a Kiamo Ko! I knew someone else was there! I knew it!"

"No, it wasn't like that!" Glinda's voice sounded… small, frightened. "You have to listen to me. I didn't know she was alive! We were friends at school! She left me when we met the Wizard! And I thought I lost her for good a Kiamo Ko." Glinda's voice—that had risen to a shrill shriek—softened at the mention of Elphaba's death stunt. "I thought I'd lost my only friend."

The Tinman couldn't—or wouldn't—believe that Glinda had no friends. "You have so many friends, Glinda. Why do you have to harbor a Wicked Witch?"

His question was true, and Glinda answered with the same words she'd told Elphaba on the same night of her "death."

"I've had many friends, yes. But only one mattered." These words haunted Elphaba. She'd left Glinda, so many days ago. She could see the affect it had had on her friend. There was something distant—haunted, even—in her eyes. They didn't carry the sadness from Kiamo Ko, or the pure glee from her engagement party, or the disgust from the meeting with the Wizard, not even the pure, unadulterated loathing from when they first met. Elphaba sighed. 'So many months wasted on hatred. All changed by a simple act of kindness.'

"Don't blame Glinda." Elphaba's voice was rough from holding back tears. "It's not her fault. It's all me. I could never do anything right, not even dying. I didn't want her to feel the way I did, and I just made things worse. I should've helped Nessa sooner. And Boq… oh, Boq." The Tinman perked up a little, but he didn't interrupt. "I turned him into tin. It's my fault. Doctor Dillamond… I told the Wizard about him. And he took him away. Fiyero… Fiyero will never be the same," Elphaba was more talking to herself than to Glinda or the Tinman. "No Good Deed Goes Unpunished!" she yelled out before falling on her knees in the middle of the forest. "No act of charity goes unresented…" Elphaba's voice was barley more than a whisper, but she was heard all the same. "No good deed goes unpunished…" she managed before bursting out crying.

"Oh, Elphie!" Glinda dropped down next to her in an attempt to calm her down. "Elphie, please, it's not your fault."

"No, Glinda," Elphaba said through her sobs, "it is my fault, just done in good intentions. Just look at what well meant did!" she shrieked. In her hysteria, she'd almost forgotten that the Tinman was there.

"No, Elphie. It isn't your fault. None of this would've happened if the Wizard weren't a conman. He did this to you. And you did bring him down." The truth spilled out before Glinda realized what she was doing.

"No. I failed. I didn't accomplish anything," Elphaba said.

"Elphie, listen, you know that little green bottle, the one you said was your mothers?" Glinda said slowly. She knew she couldn't turn back now.

"Y-Yes…" Elphaba answered, equally as slowly.

"Well, I saw the same kind in the Wizard's throne room. He offered me a drink from it. I showed him yours and he became a broken man. He was your father, Elphie. I'm sorry," Glinda finished.

"No, no it can't be. I'm not related to that-that scum!" she practically spat out the last word.

"Elphie, I know how you must feel. But, you brought him down. I chased him out of Oz. I only wish I had Nessa's ruby slippers to give you," Glinda did sound sincere.

It was then that the Tinman decided to speak up. "She's the Wizard's daughter?" Startled, Elphaba and Glinda jumped. "But, I thought he didn't have children?" it was more of a question than a statement.

"He didn't. That Rat-in-disguise left my mother before I was born. He left her, and went out serenading himself as 'wonderful.' "

Glinda was shocked. "Um… you know, Elphie, calling him a Rat—or even a rat—is an insult to the Animals."

Her trick worked. Elphaba couldn't hold back a smile. Glinda always knew what to say. "Still the master of speeches, Glinda."

A/N: Okay, I hope you liked the chapter. I know, I didn't refer to the Tinman as Boq, but, remember: the meeting started of in Glinda's POV, and she didn't know if the thing with the Tinman was true or not. So, now you see the little button below? CLICKY!