A/N: Again, sorry about the slow updating, I'm seriously out of ideas, I might have to resort to filler. .:cries:.
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What, you were expecting something creative?
--------------------No One Mourns The Wicked, Or Do They? --------------------
"Still the master of speeches, Glinda."
Glinda sighed. The meeting had turned out a mess. There was no telling what the Tinman would say now. Everything kept going wrong.
The Tinman decided to interrupt their moment. "Uh… Lady Glinda—"
"Please," Glinda said, losing patience with him, "it's just Glinda."
"Alright… Lady Glinda, I was wondering if… if I could ask your assistance?" he said.
"What?" Glinda shrieked incredulously. "You follow me into the woods, accuse me of sheltering my best friend, call her Wicked, supposedly murder her, and I'm supposed to help you?" The Tinman practically shrank back at Glinda's words. Glinda wasn't one to lose her temper. And, she looked like a madwoman with her hair sticking up in places, her dress torn—not to mention she had been hugging a dead criminal.
"Well… I… you see… my name is Boq," he managed.
"So that was true, then," Glinda said to Elphaba.
Elphaba sighed. "Yes, it's true. Only, Nessa told him it was me. He doesn't know the whole truth."
The Tinman—no, Boq—looked confused, at least, as confused as a man of tin can look. "I know enough." Icicles could've dropped from his words.
"You know, Elphie," Glinda said eventually, "we really can't blame him."
"Yes, he was unconscious," the green woman replied. "I guess I'll have to spell it out to you.
"I took the Grimmerie to the governor's house—I intended to get help from my father. I get in there, and I saw Nessa…"
(A/N: I'm going to have Elphaba have a flashback, so to avoid confusion, she's telling them as she remembers.)
----------FLASHBACK----------
"Well it seems the beautiful only get more beautiful, while the green just get greener." Elphaba's voice came from a closet. Nessarose screamed.
Elphaba stepped out of the closet. "I'm sorry," she said with fake sympathy, "did I scare you? I seem to have that effect on people. It's good to see you."
"What are you doing here?" Nessa responded.
"Well, there's no place like home," Elphaba replied sarcastically. "I never thought I'd hear myself say this, but I need father's help. I need him to stand with me."
"That's impossible," her sister said simply.
Elphaba didn't understand. "No, no it's not. Not if you ask him. You know he'll listen to you."
"Father's dead." There was no hint of sorrow in Nessa's voice.
"What?" Elphaba didn't think she'd heard her right.
"He's dead." Again, there was the absence of sorrow. "I'm the governor… Well, what did you expect? After he learned what you'd done, how you'd disgraced us, he died… of shame. Embarrassed to death."
"Good, I'm glad. It's better that way," Elphaba said stonily. After all, Frexspar never loved her. He only liked it when she took care of Nessa.
"That's a wicked thing to say."
"No, it's true. Because now it's just us. Together we can—"
"Elphaba, shut up!" Nessa screeched. "First of all, I can't harbor a fugitive, I'm an un-elected official! And why should I help you? You fly around Oz, trying to rescue Animals you've never even met, and not once have you ever thought to use your powers to rescue me!
"All my life, I've depended on you
"How do you think that feels?
"All my life, I've depended on you
"And this hideous chair with wheels!
"Scrounging for scraps of pity to pick up
"And longing to kick up
"My heels…"
"Nessa," Elphaba interrupted, "there isn't a spell for everything. The power is mysterious. It's not like coddling up a pair of… wait." She pulled out the Grimmerie.
"What are you doing?" Nessa asked as Elphaba began chanting. "What is that? Ah! My shoes! It feels like… like they're on fire! What have you done to my shoes?" Nessa lifted her dress far enough to see that her silver shoes had turned ruby red. She tried to stand, but fell. Elphaba tried to help, but Nessa said, "No, don't help me." And she stood up!
"Oh, Nessa, at last!" Elphaba said joyfully.
"I've done what long ago I should!
"And finally from these powers something good!
"Finally something good…"
"Boq! Boq! Come quickly!" Nessa yelled…
----------END FLASHBACK----------
"You know what happened then, Boq. Do you remember Nessa trying to cast a spell?" Elphaba asked him, but she continued anyway. "She wanted you to lose your heart to her, but she mispronounced the words, and you lost your heart, it shrank." Realization hit Boq like a punch to the face. "I did the only thing I could think of, and… well, it did work… You don't need a heart this way. The last words that I heard Nessa say was that it was my fault you were that way. She told the truth. And I'm sorry. What is it that you wanted Glinda to do, if it involves magic, let me do it. That is, if I could have the Grimmerie?" That one was directed at Glinda, who nodded.
"Take it." She pulled out the old leather book from her purse. "It's yours. Take this, too." Also from her purse, Glinda produced a pointed black hat. (A/N: I know, I know, in the end of the musical, Elphaba got her hat back, but here, just pretend Glinda took it. I probably should've said that last chapter…) When Elphaba gave her a skeptical look, she added, "Look, it was the only thing left, so I took it. That and the bottle, you can have that, too, if you want."
Elphaba could see that Glinda didn't really want to part with the bottle. "No, keep it. It's yours now.
"Boq, what is it you wanted?" she repeated.
"Well I… Could you turn me back into a man?" he said at last.
"Oh, Boq, I've been trying to do that with Fiyero for a while, now. I can try, though," the desperation in Elphaba's voice was killing Glinda. 'She used to be the strong one.'
A/N: I know, this chapter stinks. But, for a mostly-midnight project, I think it turned out decent. So, now I need feedback.