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Okay, enough of that. Here is today's chapter. Hope you like it. Things should start picking up after this. I have a few ideas on where to take this story, and I'm leaning towards one...that and Elphie Muse is insisting upon it. I think it'll work better too. But in any case, either idea will cause the story rating to go up, so I already changed it. It's not gonna get graphic or anything, it'll just be a rating change for safety.

Now that all that is said, I'll let you read!

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Daniel walked up the steps to the battlements of the castle. He looked around and noticed Sam standing at the corner of one of the towers. Her eyes were closed and the wind was blowing through her hair.

The archaeologist slowly made his way toward his friend. He stopped a short distance away. "Hey," he said.

Sam opened her eyes and turned to him. "Hey," she greeted.

"You okay? We haven't seen much of you since your talk with the mistress of this castle," he said. "Did she say something?"

Sam shrugged. "Nothing I already didn't suspect," she said.

"What do you mean?"

She sighed and leaned against the parapet. "What if…what if someone you knew really well was from another world and they didn't know how to tell you about it?"

"I'd say tell the truth," he said. "What's all this about anyway?"

"It's about me," she said. "I'm not exactly from your world."

He frowned. "You're from this world?" he asked.

She nodded. "Three years ago Elphaba and Fiyero took me to Earth because of a civil war in Oz. The Carters took me in and as I grew up, I slowly forgot about being born in Oz."

"The time doesn't make sense," he said. "I mean, we've known you for nine years, so how is it possible that three years ago you were brought to Earth?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "I'm not sure. But if I had to guess, I'd say something can control when a person arrives from one world to the next."

"That makes…some sense," he said. "So…" he said after a moment. "Who are your real parents then?"

"Well, you've already met my mother," Sam said. "The woman in black," she clarified at his confused look. "As for my father, he's the one dressed up as a Scarecrow," she said.

"Why is he dressed up like that?"

"Well, my mother, Elphaba, was called the Wicked Witch of the West. She was only called that because she tried to do the right thing and looked different. My father ran away with her when she freed the Flying Monkeys. Long story short, when my mother's sister died from the house dropping on her, she went to pay her respects when she got captured. My father showed up, held the guards back long enough to escape and got captured himself."

"Wow," he muttered.

"Yeah. My mother got a little…angry with that and tried to cast a spell to save him. It ended up turning him into the Scarecrow that later met Dorothy."

"Let me guess, they set up a plan, faked her death, and came back here to live," Daniel summarized.

Sam nodded. "About a year after it happened, so nine years ago I believe, Elphaba managed to turn him back into a person, but he still uses the guise when strangers come to visit."

"Good ruse," Daniel commented. They remained silent for several moments. "So do Cameron and Teal'c know?"

Sam shook her head. "Not yet. I've been trying to find a way to tell you guys for the last few days."

"I can help you if you want," he offered.

She smiled. "That'd be great Daniel."

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Fiyero walked into the study, smiling when he saw Elphaba at her familiar perch. She was hunched over a desk, meticulously studying something from a book. He eased the door shut behind him and walked over.

Elphaba heard his footsteps and looked up. She arched her back and stretched, several joints popping in the process. "Something wrong?" she asked.

He shook his head. "Just wanted to see how you were doing and if you wanted some company," he said.

"I'm fine for the moment." She smiled when he began rubbing her tight shoulders. "How's Samantha doing? Chistery saw her talking to Daniel earlier."

Fiyero shrugged. "I passed her and she said she was going to tell her friends the truth about where she's really from."

Elphaba nodded slowly. "I hope her friends are okay with it."

"Seems like they should be," Fiyero said. He frowned. "What are you working on?" he asked.

"Samantha's friend Teal'c needs a specific drug to help keep him alive. She told me that he has no immune system and the drug acts as a replacement. But he only has a limited supply of the drug with him," Elphaba began.

"So you're trying to find a way to return his immune system and/or come up with an alternative to the drug," he figured.

Elphaba nodded. "No luck so far, but maybe I can also find that spell we used so I can transport them back home."

"No luck then?"

She shook her head. "Not yet. I've looked through most of these books to try and find a replacement, but I think I'll need to look through the Grimmerie."

"You think the answer lies in there?"

She nodded. "It might. At the very least I could always turn him into a Scarecrow and then into a human."

"Just don't put him on a pole in the middle of a field," he advised.

"I couldn't do that to anyone," she said. "Are the reports still bad?" she asked, changing the topic.

He sighed and sat down in an empty chair. "Getting worse actually. This empress is pretty violent and sadistic. She likes watching her prisoners tortured to death in front of her."

"Makes you almost miss the Wizard," she muttered.

"Oh there's more," Fiyero said.

"More?"

"I've had a few reports come in saying that the empress has held out her hand and sent people flying through the air and that a beam of energy comes out of her hand and, for lack of a better term, fries the prisoner's brain."

"Sweet Oz," Elphaba murmured.

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Sam looked at her friends, patiently waiting for their reactions. Teal'c's face was impassive as he processed the information. Cameron looked thoughtful. "So, you're saying that you're the daughter of Elphaba, the Witch of the West, and Fiyero, the Arjiki Prince?" Cameron asked.

Sam nodded. "Yeah."

"And you're positive about this?" he asked.

"I am. Look, I know it sounds…bizarre and impossible, but it's true. I know where things are in this castle, things that I shouldn't know if it's my first time here," she said, trying to get them to understand.

"Doesn't this Elphaba have magical powers though?" Cameron questioned.

Sam shrugged. "I think so. Why?"

"Oh nothing, just that explains why you've been able to make the impossible possible so many times," he said with a grin.

Sam smiled, glad that they were accepting who she really was. She turned to Teal'c. "Are you okay with this?"

"Indeed," he said. "One cannot change who their parents are or where they were originally from. Just because you come from another world does not make you any less our friend."

"Thanks guys," she said.

"Question: Does General O'Neill know?" Cameron asked.

"No," Sam admitted. "I didn't really remember all of this till we came here and I got whacked on the head."

"Not the best way to go about remembering stuff," Daniel advised her.

"Yeah, thanks for that tip. It's a little late though," Sam retorted.

Daniel shrugged. "I thought you'd know better."

"You are one of the smartest people on Earth," Cameron put in.

"Liars," she muttered half-heartedly.

"So…you gonna give us a tour of this place or do we have to find our own way and get lost for days on end?" Cameron asked.

"I thought men didn't get lost," she shot back.

"I never said I've gotten lost," he defended.

"You did so," she returned.

"She's right. You did," Daniel said.

"Indeed," Teal'c agreed.

"What is this? Pick on Cameron day? You two are guys, you're suppose to be on my side!" Cameron whined. They all laughed and Sam motioned for them to follow. She led them through the castle, explaining where they were and the pranks she had pulled on her parents when she was little.

Little bit of humor at the end. Hope you guys liked it. Until the next update then, please please please review! If you don't review, you shan't get any pudding.

BTW: Two days till I see Wicked again! Woot!