A/N: I have been slacking so much on this. But it isn't my fault! I have had a stressful two weeks. First, a close friend of mine went to the hospital and was really sick (she's fine now, but I was with her for 3 days). Then at Lacrosse I dislocated my knee so I am on crutches, meaning it takes effort to get to my computer just to write. Finally, my vocal teacher is making do this weird thing where I only can answer questions in my stage voice. So, of course, I had to make my voice raspy for my part in the play. To make it raspy I went outside, on crutches, and sang for three hours in the woods in my backyard. Which is stressful, but my voice is officially raspy... and I hate it. I sound so weird when I sing 'Popular' now.

((Takes breath))

Anyways, if you read all that, yay! This story is almost done.


She looked so peaceful, laying on her back in her bed. The sunlight that leaked into her room made her face glow, making her appear to be an angel. She had a slight smile playing on her thin lips, like she knew something noone else knew. Her hazel eyes were hidden by her eyelids, and her hair shone like rivers and creeks of dark ink.

Glinda could barely stand to be sitting beside her, and not be able to wake her up. It had been three days since Elphaba had returned and each day she grew weaker and weaker, not even waking up. Glinda stayed by her lover's side the best she could, only leaving to answer important calls, and to eat. She slept in the armchair that Troy had pulled over beside the bed the night Elphaba came back. Troy had been the one to hear her cry out for Elphaba, and came running. Still in his night clothing and jostled haired, he swept the dying woman out of Glinda's arms and rushed her into bed. Then, without a word, he went running to find the palace's doctor. The doctor had concluded that Elphaba had fallen into a coma from the lack of blood and if she didn't wake soon she would die.

Sighing, Glinda reached out and grabbed the cold hand that lay neatly above the soft covers. Softly Glinda whimpered, trying to grab Elphaba's attention. "Elphie, I know you can hear me. I feel like you are trying to tell me something, but your lost. Aren't you?" Glinda asked sadly, closing her eyes. "I know the pain is probably horrible, and it is easier to stay asleep, not facing your troubles. But that is not who you are. No, you're Elphaba. Ex-Wicked Witch, and fighter for all that is right. Well listen to me Miss Thropp. This...us...is right. We do belong together."

Don't we? It seems like the Unnamed Gods are working against us. Always tearing us away from each other.

Looking down at Elphaba, Glinda placed a light kiss on the sleeping woman's cheek. "So, please...fight it. Don't leave me alone anymore. I love you." Glinda felt tears start to burn the back of her throat.

"Glinda?"

Glinda looked behind her at saw Troy walking into the room with a book held tightly in his hands. He looked sad, and tried. Glinda knew he was doing his best trying to run Oz for her, but it must have started getting to him. "How is she?"

"No changes...what's that?" she asked pointing to the book.

Troy placed the book in her lap, after dropping a kiss on her head. "I thought you might want something to do..and this was my mother's favorite book of poems."

Glinda looked the small book, and softly smiled. "Thank you."

Troy nodded and left quietly, leaving Glinda to the book. Sighing, she opened it and began to read the first poem to herself. She quickly became absorbed in stanzas, idioms, metaphors and rhythms. So absorbed she didn't hear the tiniest of moans. What she did notice was when a slender hand reached over and gently grabbed her knee making her jump slightly.

Glinda let her eyes travel towards the hand's owner body, hardly believing it. Glinda eyes finally made contact with the face. Elphaba had a loose-half grin playing on her face, which was slightly sweaty. A few short pieces of hair were stuck to her forehead. Her hazel eyes were twinkling softly.

All Glinda manage out of her mouth was a quiet, "Oh."

"I just came back to life and all you can say is 'oh'?" Elphaba laughed hoarsely, "Honestly Glin. I Expected more."

Glinda let out another 'oh' and launched herself at Elphaba. When she was tightly in her arms, Glinda wispred despertily, "Oh Elphie...Elphaba..."

"I'm here."

Glinda smiled and gently kissed Elphaba, sighing when Elphaba returned the kiss. After a few moments Elphaba pulled away and looked Glinda deeply in the eyes. "I am so sorry. Forgive me?"

Glinda just laughed and kissed her best friend, her lover, her Elphie again. "It's fine. I've missed you so much."

Elphaba held Glinda close for awhile, happily humming a song into the blonde's ear, making her shake with giggles. Elphaba's eyes came across the book and she broke the peaceful silence. "What are you reading?"

"Poems." Was Glinda's simple reply, as she was to busy playing with Elphaba's hair.

"Would you read me one?"

Glinda nodded slowly and picked up the book. Within moments Glinda found the poem she wanted to read. "Ready?"

Elphaba smiled and placed a kiss on Glinda's free hand. "Yes."

Glinda cleared her throat once and started to read in a soft, alluring voice.

"I carry your heart with me,

I carry your heart with me,

I carry it in my heart,

I am never without it,

Anywhere I go you go,

My dear;

And whatever is done by only me is your doing,

My darling ,

I fear no fate ,

For you are my fate,

My sweet,

I want no world,

For beautiful you are my world,

My true,

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows ,

Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud,

And the sky of the sky of a tree called life;

Which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide,

And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart ,

I carry it in my heart."

When she ended she found Elphaba smiling gently at her. Her eyes had unshed tears in them, and Glinda found that she to was gently crying. But this time she wasn't cry form pain or sadness. No, she was crying because of love.


A/N: So..you like? Elphie isn't dead! You were all right, I love her to much to kill her. And plus I couldn't have used the poem then.

Only a chapter left. And then I think I am retiring from writing...

Until next chapter kiddies! Leave me some love, I let them be together!