Oz wasn't the same without Elphaba. Glinda had taken over as the new wizard and become good, too good. She was now punishing even the slightest crime with death or impalement. Fiyero had whisked Elphaba off when everyone in Oz thought her to be dead and their plan had worked, no one in Oz knew that she was alive they were not talked about except for the occasional, "do you remember those weirdo's, the ones that died?" or even, "you know who they remind me of? The wicked people" the only one that mourned them was the good witch now sitting atop her throne depressed and alone.
Glinda picked at her fingernails, bored. "What am I to do?" she asked the empty room, to her horror it answered, "greet me" it said pleasantly. Glinda got up from her seat and took a step toward the corner of the room where she thought she heard the voice, holding her wand in front of her, "I'm warning you" she said, "I can fight" (which was completely untrue) "would you really fight me?" laughed the voice coming out of the shadows, "Elphaba?" asked the good witch.
"No" said the green girl sarcastically, "I'm one of the other completely green young women walking around Oz" "but it can't be" said Glinda, "you're dead" "obviously not" said Elphaba hugging her friend. Elphaba told Glinda the whole story: about how Fiyero hadn't been killed after all, how he had conspired to save her, how she had been so unhappy that Fiyero had finally allowed her to tell a friend that she was alive, "where is he?" asked Glinda when Elphaba had finished, "where's Fiyero?" Elphaba went to another shadowed corner and held out her hand leading a figure into the light.
Glinda shrieked, in front of her was a walking scarecrow. "Elphaba" she hissed, "there's a scarecrow behind you, do you think it may have," she paused taking a deep breath "eaten Fiyero?" Elphaba gave a little laugh at her friend's blonde moment, "no" she said, "this is Fiyero" Fiyero went to hug her but Glinda backed away, "it cant be" she said looking at her former fiancé. Elphaba looked guiltily at Fiyero willing herself not to cry. It was all her fault that Fiyero was a scarecrow, if I hadn't botched that spell she thought Fiyero seemed to know what she was thinking and kissed her lightly on the lips "don't start blaming yourself" he said "if it weren't for you Id be dead" Glinda was crying, backing away from the odd couple. Elphaba ran toward her friend and hugged her.
Once Glinda had regained her composure, she led them to the guest bedroom, not looking at Fiyero "this should do" she said purposely using the voice she reserved for addressing her people, completely different from the friendly voice she had first used with Elphaba, this one was cold and indifferent. She didn't know why but seeing Fiyero disfigured like that had brought on sudden anger. She went back to her throne room alone once more.
"It's my fault," said Elphaba sitting on the edge of the bed. Fiyero sat next to her, "don't" he said "you did your best" "my best wasn't good enough" she said "it's never good enough" she felt tears running down her cheeks and almost laughed at the thought that, the people of Oz would have expected her to melt. She laid her head on Fiyero's lap and he embraced her, "I love you," he whispered in her ear "I'll always love you"
Elphaba awoke the next morning with her head on Fiyero's chest. She sat up. It took her a moment to realize what had happened the previous day. She slipped on her usual black frock. She looked over at her love; he had once been the handsome prince of Keamoko, now he was an outcast not welcome in Oz, she had done that to him, she had ruined him. No matter what he said it was her fault, she couldn't help feeling he would have been better off murdered by the wizard's guards.
Glinda sat in at her breakfast nook looking, dazedly out the large window, "damn her" she kept saying, "damn him, damn both of them!" yes, Glinda the good witch was cursing, cursing her friends. I was better off thinking he was dead, blissfully unaware of their horrible existence. They had to hide out from the entire world. Why couldn't they have let me go on thinking they were dead? Glinda was snapped out of her reveries by the sound of Elphaba's high healed shoes coming into the room "hello" said Glinda not looking up. Elphaba sat next to her, "Glinda" she said taking her friend's slightly bronzed hand in her emerald green one. Glinda's heart which had over time, hardened, melted as she looked at the young green woman sitting next to her. "I missed you," they said in unison, smiling.