I am SOOOOO sorry about all those weeks with no story. REally I love you all and this is the first time I could update becuase of the craziness.
In the dormitory, Raven was trying on dress after gawd-awful dress from Elphaba's roommate's closet.
"Well, that one fits well," Elphaba said, gesturing with her book to the current frilly-poof that hung off Raven like a sack. The gray girl shrugged her shoulders and the dress slipped off. She kicked it aside.
Standing in her leotard she mumbled at Elphie. "I'd rather be a whore."
"Suit yourself." Her friend replied indifferently.
Raven grabbed her cloak and sat heavily on the horsehair mattress. "Are you going to help me?" she asked after a moment.
"Help you with what? You didn't like any of Galinda's clothes." Elphaba muttered.
Raven blinked as she shook off another deja vu spell. "Well for starters I honestly have NO idea where I am."
Elphaba laughed. "Some kind of traveler you are. How do you get lost on your way to Oz? It's the biggest known country!"
For the most part, Raven paid no attention to Elphie's rant. All the puzzle pieces began to fall into place. The laughter, the name, the Munchkin, the skin. This had to be a dream right? Oz was fiction. Nothing but a piece of art from the Earth dimension. There was no way she could have landed in a fictional place by accident.
Just those two little letters sent her world (and the room) spinning. All the small pieces of anything that weren't nailed down lifted off the floor and formed a vortex around her. Her cloak began to twist and whirl in the cyclone. Somehow, though she was shocked and maybe scared, Elphaba was unaffected. Not a single strand of her stick black hair was so much as touched. Dresses and knick-knacks flew faster and faster — Raven's sight blurred, everything was rushing so fast and it was all so impossible. That was no way to rationalize, no way to think, no way to stay calm!
Elphaba could see what was going to happen before Raven. At such speed all air would be sucked out of the eye of the storm, and in this case that was Raven. It took only a few minutes for the effects of the vacuum to be felt. Raven dropped much faster than all the other objects. Unfortunately for Elphie, she happened to be directly under one of her larger philosophy books. She swore and bit her lip, but did not yell lest she wake her strange - and now potentially dangerous - companion. Still grimacing and occasionally touching the growing goose egg on her crown, she began to clean up.
When the room was as tidy as could be expected, Elphie decided to wake up the sleeping beauty and find out what in Oz was going on.
Slowly and carefully she leaned over the child and, with a resounding snap, she left a large red handprint on the gray backdrop. It didn't fail.
Raven's eyes exploded open but her vision was still not as clear as it should be. Elphie peered down at her, waiting for the purple eyes to focus. Raven moaned and threw a limp arm at the green face. "Gar-" she groaned irritably. Then all the memories came rushing back—which was somehow worse than thinking Beastboy was watching you sleep.
Elphaba waved the hand away. "Are you back?"
Raven sat up and put a hand on her stinging cheek. "I'm sorry… I could have sworn that you said Oz." Raven hoped against hope that she had heard wrong and The Slapper would correct her.
"I did." Elphie sat back on her heels. "Now I get a question. What just happened? I've never seen Magic like that before, even when things go bad."
" I—uh, nothing, it was just an accident." Raven scrambled up and stood above Elphaba trying to claim some form of control.
"I gathered that." The green girl replied, getting up herself so she was still a full head above her charge. "I wouldn't think you would knock yourself out on purpose. But how? There was no spell, no incantation or anything to give you that kind of power."
Raven shifted and Elphaba followed. "The truth?"
"Preferably."
Raven sat on Galinda'a bed. "I'm from a different world. My mother was from that world—my father was from yet another, and because I'm a Halfling, I can move things with my mind and open doorways to other worlds." The explanation was so brutally candid Elphaba wouldn't — couldn't -- suspect the vital omissions.
Elphaba smiled—and then laughed, slowly at first but the sweetened cackle picked up pace until she was gasping for air. Raven's face stayed somber, if not confused.
"You—you expect me to believe that? Ha!" she chortled with a hand to her chest. "Well, I suppose if that's what you want to pretend!"
"Elphaba, listen to me, I need your help. I don't know how to get home. Stop laughing."
Elphie bit her lip and tried not to giggle. "Show me."
"What?" Raven asked just slightly surprised.
"If you want me to believe something so—so outlandish. As a scientist I'm going to need some kind of proof!"
"You're serious?" Raven asked incredibly.
"As the Kumbrik Witch." She answered still stifling a smile.
"What?"
"Yes, just yes."
"I don't believe I'm doing this for someone who's not even supposed to be real!" Raven sighed but complied. If this teen really was going to grow up to be the Wicked of the West maybe Raven could put her in her place now and avoid the misfortune that would come later. "What do you want me to do?"
"Oh, I don't know, surprise me—I saw quite a bit before, maybe something with some flair." Elphaba replied half joking. She had no need for a light show, but any amateur could make a sandwich explode without speaking.
"Uh—how about this?" Raven asked gesturing for her aura to seize her friend. To her incalculable surprise, for the first time in her life, it failed.
"How about what? Was something supposed to happen?" Elphaba asked cynically.
"No." Raven said trying to save face. She tried again. This time without the hand gesture (lest she fail) to lift the four-poster bed, a hefty piece of furniture to be sure. This time she was not disappointed. A thin black cloud surrounded the bed as it began to hover. After a moment she lowered it gently hoping her point was made.
"Neat trick." Elphie commented and sat on the recently bewitched bedding. "But I'm not sure how that collaborates your story. I'm sure I could find someone in the sorcery field to match it."
"You said you wanted an example." Raven sighed. "I gave you one. Now all I can do is ask you to believe me."
"That's what my father always said, well except for the example part. He didn't have much more luck. Not with the Munchkins and not with the Quadlings, and most definitely not with me." Elphaba replied, with more than just a hint of spite.