A/N: Sorry for the delay. This came into my head a long time ago, but I didn't have time to write it down.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

I decided to fly to the Palace as well, because storming through the streets while the giddy folk are celebrating my death is not a good idea, especially in broad daylight. It was appalling how many people had stopped working just to join the festivities, especially when there was so much to do. But they were carelessly frolicking about, discordantly chanting, "SHE'S DEAD!" and not knowing when to stop, even though it was getting extremely annoying.

The sickening green building, looming over all the others, came into view. I remembered all those times I had been there. The first time, I had been childishly hopeful; and gullible, too. Remembering that event brought any meal that I had eaten recently up from my stomach, so I was quite glad I hadn't eaten anything. Somehow, I didn't think the excuse: "It's raining vomit!" would fool the people completely.

The second time I had visited that place of lies was just as memorable, but not in a send-a-cheery-postcard way. I'll never forget it. How horrible I had felt. What sickens me the most was that I was almost ready to give up and join the Wizard. I have to admit, I was sick and tired of putting up the best fight I could manage, and how I wished I could give it all up and give in and jump on the Wizard-worshipping bandwagon. But the sight of Dr. Dillamond without a voice had infuriated me greatly, and I couldn't keep it to myself. Every now and then I think, "Why couldn't I keep it to myself?", but I know it was all for the best.

After crash-landing on the emerald roof, I paced around, stomping on the ceiling tiles. One of them sounded differently, but I wasn't sure which. It was the trapdoor I went through to get to the Wizard that second time. I stomped and stomped, and stopped to listen. I had found the different one, and I kept stomping on it to make sure. Unfortunately, it wasn't particularly stable, so with a shatter of glass, I fell down on the emerald floor. Why couldn't they have pillows instead of hard floor tiles? That would be original, and mighty helpful.

I got up and looked around. Small little doors, big double doors, trapdoors, a service desk. Which one should I take? There was no one at the service desk, but even otherwise, I couldn't have marched up there and asked to see the Wizard. I wasn't supposed to be alive in the first place. The double doors reminded me of those I had entered when I first came to see the Wizard, so I headed for those. And thankfully, I was correct. I couldn't be bursting in on the wrong person. He was there, big head and all.

"I am the Great and Terrible Oz! Who are you and what have you come here for?" He questioned with that fake superior voice of his. And instantaneously, my fury escalated to the maximum. I remembered all that he had done, and what he had done to Glinda, who hadn't done anything whatsoever! She hadn't even been involved! And then, I exploded.

"You're still at it, aren't you! Still parading around with that inflated head of yours, and manipulating people so they believe your every word! Well, I know better now! Much better! You can't fool me anymore!" I yelled, forgetting myself. The Wizard's voice changed and he stepped out from behind the head, his eyes wide with disbelief and--hopefully--fear. I was glad that I had frightened him, and I opened my mouth to yell some more when he spoke.

"E-Elphaba? B-But you're supposed to be dead! The girl came back with your shoes, and--how--"

"Fooled you again, didn't I?"

"W-Well, I--"

"Now, about Glinda." I interrupted, hurrying towards him, broom in hand in case he called a few guards in. The Wizard looked interested, though still shaken because of my sudden appearance.

"What about her?"

"I've heard that you've been manipulating her like everyone else, and I won't let you do that!" I threatened, but the Wizard just laughed.

"You're going to try to stop me? The Great and Terrible--"

"You're not 'Great' or 'Terrible'! The people just think you are, and that's what gives you power. Well, what if you were to suddenly leave? Then they would have no one to worship, no 'Great and Terrible' ass to kiss!"

"And why would I choose to leave? I'm perfectly happy here."

"I didn't say you would choose to leave." I retorted, pulling out a page I had ripped out from the Grimmerie. It was a spell for making people do what you wanted to do, even if it was against their will. Looking down at it, I began to chant. "Fan quod ego fero tu, fan quod ego fero tu, fan quod ego fero tu--licen haec ponu--fan quod ego fero tu, fan quod ego fero tu, fan quod ego fero tu--licen haec ponu--fan quod ego fero tu, fan quod ego fero tu, fan quod ego fero tu--licen haec ponu--fan quod ego fero tu--licen haec ponu--fan quod ego fero tu, aqeu fie tu fan--" And just when I was about finished, he interrupted. I huffed.

"Wait! Elpha-"

"You know, if I have to say it again, it will make it stronger. Do you want that? I could make you do something else."

"You don't have to. I'll leave, just don't put any weird spells on me."

"How do I know you're not lying?"

"Because I'm leaving now. J-j-just don't spell me, don't." He said hurriedly, fear in his voice. I was satisfied. Finally, something had went properly for me. I watched as he walked out onto his balcony and looked down at the crowd. He spoke, his voice ringing clearly through the air. "Citizens of Oz! Now that the despotic Wicked Witch is dead, the land of Oz will be finally peaceful!" I snorted. Dead, my ass. "I leave Glinda the Good Witch to rule over you, and I must take my leave. I have done here what I had to do, and now I will be leaving you." A groan from the crowd, some people cheering. The Wizard walked off the balcony and across the large, emerald room. I followed. I had to witness his departure, or else I couldn't trust him. I had grown so paranoid. But of course, that is what happens when you've been lied to and deceived all your life.

Down the steps, through the hall. And surprisingly, no one saw us. No one was there to see. I guess they were all busy celebrating. What surprised me the most was, when we carefully went outside, he actually got into his balloon. He didn't even try to make a run for it. He climbed in, cut the ropes, and rose up into the air, floating above the clouds.

Well, good riddance, I say. Good riddance.