A/N: Whoopee. Another chapter. The delay was due to me being lazy. Don't hate me, I'm the one providing these stories. I deserve to be lazy. Somewhat.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

As I sailed over the land, the wind rushing by my ears despite the hood, I couldn't help but noticing the celebrating Ozians scattered in groups throughout the place. I knew what they were celebrating: my so-called death. What an unpleasant shock they would get when they realized I wasn't at all dead. But that had to wait, because there was someone I needed to see.

The residence of Glinda was easy to find, as it had the words 'GLINDA THE GOOD' engraved on the front door. Thankfully, there was no guard, because I wanted to get in there without a struggle, so as not to draw the attention on innocent passers-by who were celebrating my death. Surely, if they saw me, they would alert the palace guards, and I would never get around to seeing Glinda. There was a window on the roof, which I landed on with a barely audible plonk. No one noticed me, in the midst of all the celebration. I carefully opened the green glass and jumped in, broom in hand, landing in a heap on the ground. The marble floor didn't help cushion my fall, and since it was hard to land properly while cradling a broom, I probably made myself a few dozen bruises right there. Why couldn't I have just flown in? I got up, wincing slightly, and trudged down the hallway. It was all very green, and it hurt my eyes a bit with its neon, glaring walls, all emerald. If someone had passed through the hall and I had remained perfectly still, they probably wouldn't have noticed me; my vertigris would have blended right in.

I heard the sound of slightly hysterical crying from a nearby room and entered silently, deliberately, so I wouldn't be noticed if it wasn't who I was looking for in there, bawling their eyes out. But it was her, her blonde locks tangled and her tear strained face looking at the vanity mirror on her dresser. I gasped, and she looked up quickly. A large smile spread on her face, and her elegant eyebrows rose.

"Elphie!" She exclaimed, running up to me and hugging me, and I returned the hug. I really had missed her, and if Fiyero had let me tell her, I would have. She must have been extremely depressed, bawling like that. If it was over me, of course. "You're not dead!"

"Well, now, that's pure psittacism. You didn't think about that at all. I could be very much dead right now. This could just be my ghost you're hugging." I said, and Glinda let out a laugh, and gave me another bone-crushing hug.

"Oh, Elphie, my Elphie, I am so happy you're alive!"

"Believe me, I'm glad as well." I replied, and managed to squirm out of her hold. I walked over to the bed and sat down. "I see you've been getting along well with the rest of Oz."

"Yes! Of course!" Glinda said, plastering a smile on her rosy face. She was so beautiful, even when she was depressed. I was about to congratulate her, plastering a smile as fake as hers on my face, but she broke down and hugged me. Again. When she let go and I could breathe, she sadly, desperately said, "Oh, Elphie, you've got to help me. The Wizard won't listen to me when I told him to leave Oz, because he thinks you're dead and he's not scared of me like he was of you." At this my eyes widened considerably. I must have looked like an owl. A green owl.

"He was scared of me? Well, he certainly didn't show it. But that's probably why he sent Dorothy to kill me, and he didn't come himself." I said, and Glinda nodded vigorously to show it was the truth.

"That's exactly why! Please, Elphie, please help me. He's making everything so hard." She said, and started crying. I was taken aback, of course. I always feel awkward when someone starts bawling right in front of me. Stiffly, I hugged her and patted her back a bit.

"What's he doing now?" I asked, annoyed. I'd always hated the Wizard, since our first meeting. And to think, before that, I'd always wanted to team up with him and be worshipped like he was--no, is. But now, everyone, except for Glinda 'the Good' of all people, loathes me like I used to loathe Glinda. Who would've thought? The Wicked Witch of the West and Glinda the Good--friends? That's something no one could guess, I assume, which is why it's so ingenious. They would probably burn her at the stake if they found out how we were such good friends.

"I'm a puppet, a little puppet that he can manipulate into doing his bidding, or else he'd kill me, or just have the people in Southstairs do that, because he's too afraid that he'll have a bad reputation if he murdered 'Glinda the Good'."

"I wouldn't put it past him. But how are you sure that he would kill Glinda the Good, the ultimate icon?" I inquired, and at this she sniffed, loudly and sadly. I almost felt like crying myself, but that would be stupid. Crying solves nothing, anyway. She pulled back a part of her long-sleeved dress and I gasped. On her arm there was a huge gash that trailed from her shoulder to her elbow, and there were large bruises in random spots on her arms and back. The sight made my choler rise.

"He did this?" I asked, before I could bite it back. Of course he did! Why would she mention him otherwise? He was such a despot, not the saint the Ozians believe him to be. She nodded, and adjusted the dress so it hid the wounds, wincing mightily.

"You have to help me, Elphie. I'm not as powerful as you think I am, even though I have the vote of the people." She said, looking at me hopefully. I knew instantly that I had to help her. I had planned on paying the Wizard a visit, anyway.

"Of course I will. It's time I pay the Wizard a lovely little visit." I cackled, despite myself, and snapped a hand over my mouth. Where had that come from? "What comes around goes around, you know." Glinda smiled and took my hand.

"Thank you, Elphie. I knew I could count on you." She said, and hugged me again. I assume she was feeling a bit too hug-happy today. When we finally broke apart, I stood up and took my broom from the floor.

"If you need my help, I'll be prowling around Emerald City. Don't come up to me in public though, or it'll ruin you completely. I'll try to visit you now and then, to make sure you don't get in any more trouble." I said, getting on it and rising in the air. "Keep a low profile, and make sure the people you know think I was never here, or else they'll turn against you. 'Bye, Glinda." Glinda nodded to show she understood.

Now I had another person to visit. How lovely. If I went on like this, I would never get around to terrifying the daylights out of the ecstatic Ozians.