Meh, hard time writing to this chapter..Seeing as my durned sister took my computer chair away, and I'm just too damned lazy to go and find another one...So seeing as I'm only 4'11", writing on my knees is no easy task. I don't like this chapter, and I don't blame you if you don't either...so yea :)

Disclaimer: I own WICKED, and The Wizard of Oz. Duh. Why else would I be writing fanfiction?

"Sahlah, what happened?" I asked in a near whisper.

I heard something clatter to the floor, and looked to where a glint caught my eye. A knife. I looked up at her, meeting her eyes. She smiled that blood-curdling smile of hers. "I killed him," she answered, nonchalantly.

"Sahlah? Who did you kill?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

She smirked, "As if you don't already know."

"You killed the Wizard, didn't you?"

"Oh, clever of you, Elphie," she answered, walking towards me.

Glinda jumped behind me and cowered and fear. I barely felt her clutching my arms.

"Why?"

You really want to know?"

"That's why I asked you, isn't it?"

"For starters, my name is not Sahlah; it's my sister's. My real name is Adara Jamilah (Jam-a-lah). I was born in Ev, where my father was ruler. I met Abasi when I was seventeen."

"Abasi, who's Abasi?"

"My lover. I ran away from home to the Emerald City with him when I was eighteen. He began to work as part of the Gale Force. Things couldn't be happier in my life then…Oh, a year after running away, I found out I was pregnant..Ah, Abasi and I were ecstatic, but as I came along and got bigger, and we could no longer…Anyways, his disappearances became more and more frequent," she laughed bitterly then.

"He cheated on you, didn't you?" I asked, folding my arms over my chest. I wasn't quite sure where she was going with this whole Abasi thing…

"Brownie points for you, Miss Elphaba. Yes," she said, looking away, "He cheated on me. I don't think it was out of lack of love..just lack of lust. I was seven months pregnant, and you, Elphaba, of all people, should know that we pregnant woman aren't exactly the most gorgeous things on earth."

I shuddered. I hated the way she said 'we'.

"Anyway, I didn't even bother to let him explain. I was so…mad! I told him it was over, as much as it would hurt me and the baby. I went to his boos, the Wizard, in a mad rage, I told him that I wanted Abasi gone. Out of my life forever-"

"And the Wizard killed him."

She gulped, and rubbed her eye, "Yes. I came home one night -we were still living together at that point- and..the walls were covered in blood..I felt my heart sink in my chest and I knew that he was dead and gone. Forever."

"And after that?" asked Glinda.

"Well, I was too pregnant to physically go anywhere, although mentally was another story. I ended up staying with a friend and her husband, just until I had the baby…I miscarried, though," she slumped to the floor. "Then I moved to Plenia, and in need of love, and to ease the fiery passion that consumed my body, I found the most willing, the most naïve boy in all of Plenia."

"Tasi," I stated.

"Yes."

"You are horrible, to use him like that. He loves you. Even now."

"Thank you for your empathy, Elphie," she said dryly. "You of all people should know what it feels like to be used," she smirked.

It took all of the power in my body to hold back and not slap her. "You are a bitch. You think you are so high and mighty now that you've killed my father, but you're not! You're not!" I turned and walked up the stairs, to the sanctuary of my own room.

Fiyero was sitting at the desk, writing something. I put my hands on his shoulders and put my head on top of his. I had to tell him, but I couldn't, not then.

"Hey," he said, taking one of my hands in his, but continuing to write.

"What are you writing?"

"A letter."

"To whom?"

"Sarima."

I was taken aback. I pulled away from him, and asked coldly, "Why?"

"Elphaba," he said, putting his pencil down, "I'm leaving a note here for her. She needs to know that I feel bad about what I did, but that I would do it all over again. Our affair was, well, is, one of the best things that's ever happened to me, Fae. Why are you so irritable?"

I sighed, "Sahlah's back. Except her name's not really Sahlah, it's Adara. She is even more of a bitch than ever before, too."

"How so?"

I told him Sah- I mean Adara's story. When I finished, we were laying on the bed, I wrapped in Fiyero's arms, his sweet breath sending goosebumps down my flesh.

"She's jealous of you, Fae."

"Jealous of me? Please, what's there to be jealous of?"

"Her lover was killed. In a way, so was yours."

"You were resurrected," I said, kissing him sweetly.

"Yes, I know. Abasi wasn't, and she lost her baby. Think about it, Elphie," He kissed me back just as sweetly.

"I guess you're right…" I could never tell him that I hadn't wanted Tale, though I sensed he knew.

"I love you, Fae-Fae."

I smiled, "Don't call me that."

I heard him sigh, "Fine, Elphaba. I love you, Elphaba."

"I love you, too."

He lowered his lips to my neck and began to suck. I whimpered his name, "Fiyero…"

Fiyero ran his fingers down the length of my body and tore off my restricting clothing, and kissed down between my breasts, and lower. I brought his face to mine and kissed him deeply, all the while tearing his clothes off of his body. Without further prologue, our bodies met, making us one.

When we were through, I laid my head on his chest and closed my eyes. I could feel Fiyero stroking my long hair, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought myself to face him.

"Hi."

He smiled, tiredly, "Hi, how are you?"

"I'm good, how are you?"

"I'm glad you're good."

I yawned and buried my face in his neck. Then mumbled, "How long can we be like this, Fiyero?"

"What do you mean, Love?"

"Us, this..love we have. It's too perfect, I find it hard to believe that it'll last."

"Fabala-Fae, why does it matter? We've got each other now, I don't want to think about the future. It's too complicated," He kissed my forehead.

Maybe he was right. Nothing mattered then, nothing but me and Fiyero.

I closed my eyes and heard Fiyero whisper, "Goodnight, my Fabala-Fae."

"Goodnight, Yero," I said so quietly that I wasn't sure he heard me, but the way he moved, and sighed happily told me he had.

Elphaba could be such a bitch sometimes.

She should've taken my story for what it was. Well, what had it been, exactly? A confession..? Yes…a confession of jealously. Ha, I was green with envy. No pun intended.

Life was unfair. Oh so unfair. How come Elphaba's lover was still alive? How come Elphaba's baby lived? How come my lover died, and my baby died? It seemed that some of us got the best in life, and then the rest got whatever was left over.

I felt partly responsible for half of what had happened in the past five years, though. I had been the one to tell the Wizard that I wanted Abasi gone…I wiped my eyes which were beginning to tear up, and sat down on the bed.

Where was Tasi anyways? I was grateful that he wasn't there. Elphaba had been right about that, I mused; I was a horrible person for using Tasi the way I was using him.

"Sahlah?"

I jumped at my sister's name, "Who's there?"

"It's just me, Fiyero."

I sighed, "What do you want, Fiyero?"

Pause. Then I heard an exasperated sigh, and Fiyero walked to where I could see him, "Sah- I mean Adara, I think you should leave Kiamo Ko."

"Why?"

"Because…I don't think it's good for Elphaba for you to be here," he replied.

I snorted, "Not good for Elphaba? Why does everyone care about Elphaba so much! It's always Elphaba this, or Elphaba that. Does anything in your world not revolve around Elphaba!"

"No," He answered bluntly.

"You're all pathetic, you know that? You're all pathetic. What's so wrong with Elphaba that she can't have me here? Please. What, is she-?"

"She's under enough pressure as it is. You don't help simplify the equation."

I couldn't believe my ears. Was I really as hated as I thought I was? "Fine. I'll leave tomorrow, if that's what you want."

"It's what I want."

On the way to Cheema, we met a boy not much older than I. He never told us his name, but I was infatuated with him so I doubted I would remember it even if he told us.

I could tell that Scarecrow was immediately distrusting of this handsome stranger, but I was the leader, so it was up to me whether he stay or go. I wanted him to stay, of course.

"But, Dorothy," He moaned, after the dark-haired boy walked off to find a place to rest.

"Be quiet, Scarecrow," I replied tiredly. "He's done nothing, and we have no reason to not trust him. 'Sides, he offered to help us. You have to admit, we sure could use the help. We were lost when he found us, after all."

"Maybe," He sighed, and laid his straw head against a tree trunk.

Was it just me, or did Scarecrow think a lot? Which was nearly impossible, seeing as he had no brain. Something seemed to be troubling him, something tearing him apart on the inside, I just couldn't put my finger on what it was. "Scarecrow, is something the matter?" I asked, sincerely.

"Huh? What?" My question brought him out of his reverie. "Oh..Um, er..Yes, something about that boy bothers me."

That wasn't it, I could see. But I decided I wouldn't get anymore of answer out of him that night. Which was fine for me, I was in no mood to calculate complicated emotions.

Despite myself, I had to admit that I owed the happiness in my life to Elphaba. I had never thought that setting me up with the guy of my dreams would be in her repertoire. But I guess, we never really know everything about one person-Wait! I'm turning into Elphaba! I shook my head, No more philosophy for you today, Missy, I scolded myself.

"Glinda, Darling?"

"What, Emir?" I turned to face him, he looked nervous about something.

"Um, Glinda, I need to ask you something," he replied, walking closer.

"Darling, can it wait until morning? Please? I'm exhausted," I said, feigning a yawn.

"No," he took his hand in mine, "This is very important."

"Oh, if you insist."

"I do. Glinda…I know that it hasn't been very long since we started courting, but things are going so well-"

I smiled, seductively, "Tell me about it."

He smiled back, "Yes, well, I know that is going to sound a bit sudden…but, Glinda, will you marry me?"

Brownie points to anyone who can guess what kind of subplot is starting to weave its way into the story...

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