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

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"What do you mean?"

Tears were once again streaming down her face. "I've lost so many people that I love. First it was Fiyero, then Elphaba, and I wouldn't be able to handle it if something were to happen to you."

As the weeks went by, Geoffrey made numerous attempts to change Glinda's mind about starting a relationship with him. After about a month had passed since their first kiss, Geoffrey realized that he couldn't take hiding his feelings for her. So he resolved to try one last time at winning her affection, and if he was denied, he would leave and never bother her again.
He ran up to the front door, he didn't even bother knocking; he just bolted into the house and into the parlor where he found Glinda asleep on the couch. He calmed himself and walked over to her, gently shaking her shoulder. Her eyes fluttered open and when she saw Geoffrey standing over her, she sat up abruptly and tried to move away from him.

"How did you get in here!" She exclaimed, the fatigue still evident even in her panic.

"The front door was unlocked." He explained simply, smiling as the expression on her face changed drastically.

"Oh."

"I thought we could talk about something..."

"Geoffrey, I know why you're here."

"You do?" He had a sinking feeling in his gut.

"Yes, and I'm just going to tell you what I've been saying all along. I'm sorry."

"Well," He started, trying to level his voice, "you say you don't want to loose someone else you love, but what if I were to tell you that you shouldn't dwell on the past." His voice rose slightly.

"I'd say that you're not the boss of me." She retorted sharply, putting her hands on her hips. She then turned to leave the room but Geoffrey caught her arm.

"Let me go." She hissed through her teeth, trying desperately to yank her arm away, her eyes stinging painfully.

"No! Not until you hear me out." He replied stubbornly, his grip tightening.

"Fine." She glared coolly at him. He let go of her and she quickly crossed her arms over her chest.

"I've loved you since we first met, and when I was finally able to tell you how I felt, you gave me the impression that it was mutual. If you can really look me in the eye and tell me that you don't love me I will leave and never come back."

There was a painful silence that seemed to last a lifetime. Geoffrey felt a pang of worry seep into his heart. If she told him she didn't love him, he'd have to go, and he didn't think he could keep that promise for the rest of his life. The silence went on.

"Oh..." He started, reading the pain-ridden expression on her face. This was by far the hardest rejection he'd ever had to take. "I understand." He slowly retreated to the door. "I'm sorry to bother you." His voice caught in his throat and he exited without so much as another word in her direction.

Glinda stared after him, her eyes welling up quickly. Her thoughts clouded with visions of everything she's ever said or done to Geoffrey. Suddenly she was hit with a wave of realization. She ran out of the room and through the front door as fast as her short legs and stilettos would carry her. She looked around wildly and saw him walking dejectedly down the street, his eyes fixed on the ground.

"Geoffrey!" She called, her voice strangled with tears. Geoffrey spun around slowly, raising his head to look at her, his eyes shining. Glinda collected her skirts and began running down the steps. About halfway down she tripped, and tumbled down the rest of the stairs. Geoffrey, although startled, ran quickly in her direction and helped her up.

"Are you alright?" He asked softly, trying to hide the fact that he was wiping his eyes. Glinda didn't reply, but instead she leaned in and kissed him with all the passion she could muster. Geoffrey was caught off guard at first but quickly recovered and kissed her back. He slipped his arms around her small waist and she slid her arms around his neck. When they finally pulled apart Geoffrey smiled down at her.

"You never answered my question, are you alright?" Glinda smiled and nodded, starting to walk back towards the house, but she instantly winced and gripped Geoffrey's arm so hard if felt as if it were going to break in half.

"I guess I'm not alright." Glinda said with a small, painful smile. Geoffrey nodded and lifted her up into his arms. He carried her into the parlor and gently set her down on the couch. He then proceeded to check her ankle. When he moved her dress aside he inspected her swollen ankle.

"Does it hurt to move it?" He asked professionally, touching it gingerly.

"No, of course not, I always wince when I walk." She said tersely, rolling her eyes.

Geoffrey smiled, but gave her a look as if to say 'do you really want to start now?'

"I don't think it's broken, just sprained." He announced confidently.

"Oh, are you a doctor now?" She replied, grinning coyly.

"Yes, it is one of my secret identities." Glinda raised her eyebrows, but giggled slightly.

"If it's a secret, then why did you just tell me?" She demanded jokingly, crossing her arms over her chest again.

"Because...I'm horrible at keeping secrets."

"Your impossible." Glinda said, shaking her head.

"But you love me anyway." He said, testing her.

"I never said I loved you." She said, trying to keep a poker face.

"If you don't love me, then explain to me why you ran out of your house, screamed my name at the top of your lungs-which let me just say is quite loud-and then tripped ever so gracefully when I turned to look at you?"

Glinda was silent, but rolled her eyes just the same. Geoffrey looked down at her ankle and then back up at her, "I should go get you some ice to put on that ankle." Glinda nodded and Geoffrey got up. A few minutes later he came back with a pack of ice and gently applied it to her swollen ankle. Glinda winced. She tried to push the ice away, but Geoffrey quickly grabbed her small hands in his larger ones and leaned in, planting a kiss on her lips. When they pulled apart Geoffrey hastily let go of her hands, suddenly realizing what he was doing.

"You need to leave that ice on you ankle." He told her matter-of-factly.

"But it's cold." Glinda whined.

"I know...but if you want your ankle to get better you're going to have to leave it on." He stroked her hair.

"Do you need anything?"

"I am really thirsty." She said after some serious thought.

"Do you want me to get you a glass of water?" He offered. She nodded and he left the room. When he returned he found her sleeping in a twisted position. He smiled to himself and placed the water down on the table. He went over and gently lifted her up into his arms and carried her up to her bedroom, laying her on her bed and taking off her shoes. He pulled the covers over her, and just as he was about to leave, she grabbed his wrist. He turned and saw her staring up at him with her watery blue eyes.

"Don't leave me." She said, her voice tiny and afraid. He smiled down at her.

"Don't worry, I won't," She closed her eyes and quickly fell back asleep, now smiling. Geoffrey sat down on the edge of the bed and gently stoked her hair

"Not ever."