Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

Timeframe: right after the end of the show

Pairing: Glinda/OC Elphaba/Fiyero

a/n: I love Wicked. This story is based off the musical. I have only seen the show once so if I get something wrong please just tell me how to correct it and be nice about it. I am open to any and all suggestions. This story is AU

After only an hour of training the next day they both agreed on one conclusion: they were two completely different people. They disagreed about almost everything, and as the weeks went by they got even more frustrated with each other. For Glinda it was because she felt Geoffrey couldn't teach for his life and for Geoffrey it was because he just wasn't getting any information across to her. At first he thought it was the environment because they were working in his new house, which was very badly finished. But then they tried to work in Glinda's over sized office at the emerald city palace, and that didn't even work.

One chilly morning Glinda woke up very early from a nightmare. After trying to go back to sleep for about an hour she gave up and got out of bed. She walked over to her closet and took out her dressing gown, slipping it on over her nightgown. She then found a pair of slippers hidden under some clutter and put them on, exiting her room and descending the stairs to the front door. As she stepped out into the cold morning air, a gust of wind picked up, causing her to shiver. She pulled her dressing gown tighter around her as she began walking down the sidewalk. As she continued to walk she heard a muffled voice coming from around the corner. She rounded the corner and came to an open field. Standing in the middle of the field was Geoffrey, a pile of balls sitting next to him. He was attempting to throw the balls through a ring that was hanging from a tree about ten feet away and was failing miserably. She watched him do this for a few minutes before she decided to make her presence known.

"So there's another thing your not good at."

He quickly whipped around to face her, a glare on his face. "You think you can do any better?"

"Probably better then you can." He handed her a ball and with ease she through it through the ring.

"Beginners luck." Glinda glared at him and took another shot. Again it flew effortlessly through the ring.

"This is getting boring, I'm going inside." She announced

"That's your problem, you have to be good at everything. No I take that back your not good at reading the Grimmerie."

"I think you are mistaken, sir, as I see you yourself have not yet mastered the art."

"Excuse me, Ms. Glinda, but are you forgetting who the teacher is?" he said, his voice tingled with something she couldn't quite place.

"Well, often the student surpasses the teacher," She said coolly, "I don't know why I bother talking to you. All you do is criticize me." Before he could get in the last word, she turned on her heel and went home.

It had now been nearly a month since Geoffrey started teaching Glinda and they had yet to make any progress. One day while sitting in their joint offices, Geoffrey decided to ask the question that had been nagging at him since he had met Glinda.

"Glinda, can I ask you something." Glinda's head shot up, and a slight smile spread across her face.

"Since when do you need permission to ask what's on your mind?" Geoffrey sighed and rolled his eyes.

"You know I was just trying to be considerate because I thought that this subject would be kind of personal to you." Glinda sighed and closed the journal she had been writing in. she came around the front of the desk and sat on the edge of the desk.

"Go ahead, ask away." Geoffrey opened his mouth to ask the question but quickly closed it and looked down at his hands. After a few minutes of thought he looked back up at her.

"Where did you get the Grimmerie?" Glinda glanced to her left and saw the book lying on the desk.

"A friend gave it to me." She murmured inaudibly

"Would that friend happen to be Elphaba?" Glinda's eyes filled with tears, but she refused to cry in front of him.

"Uh… I have to go." She said running out of the room before he could stop her. She ran all the way home and when she got inside she ran up to her bedroom and through herself onto the bed. She cried herself to sleep that night, images of Elphaba running through her mind.

Geoffrey was getting worried about Glinda. It had been three days since she had ran out of the emerald city palace. Even though they were always arguing he still cared about her. As hard as he tried to deny it, he was starting to have feelings for her. He might even go as far as to say that he was falling in love with her. On the fourth day of her insulation, Geoffrey decided to go see her. He walked up the front steps and knocked on the door with the brass doorknocker. As he scanned his eyes over the area his eyes fell on Glinda's bedroom window and he could see that the drapes were drawn. After waiting about two minutes the door opened to revile a short woman who looked to be in her late 40's.

"May I help you?" she asked tersely, as if she already knew something about him that she didn't like.

"Yes I was wondering if Ms. Glinda is here?" Geoffrey mentally kicked himself, of course she was here, were else would she be? The woman nodded disdainfully and opened the door wider to let him inside.

"I must worn you though, she has been refusing to see anyone," She said as if hinting that he should leave before he got ahead of himself. She led her into the parlor and told him to wait. After about five minutes the woman came back into the room, "I'm sorry, but she still refuses to see anyone." Just then a sound rang throughout the house. It sounded like vaguely like someone falling. Geoffrey's heart jumped into his throat. He quickly sprinted out of the room and up the spiral staircase and towards Glinda's bedroom, not knowing what to expect.