A/N: Sorry that my chapters are so short, ADD doesn't really permit sitting for long periods of time.

Incommunicable Emotions

Chapter One

"Lady in the Radiator"

Huff...just like that fishy old witch to run away. If Elphie were here...

Glinda was jarred out of her thoughts when her old friend's name passed through her mind, as it hadn't for so long. It had been three months since Elphaba's death, her best friend, the only friend that mattered.

"Glinda, promise me!" Elphie almost roared, her sharp features made even sharper in her anguish. "The life of ostracision is acceptable for me, my sweet, but never for you." She embraced Glinda tightly, ignoring the sting as her tears spread on her shoulder. "Come now, you belong in a world other than my own. Go now, be happy, for me. For me." Elphaba leaned in slightly, her lips--

"Gahh!" Glinda squawked as the carriage tipped forward, throwing her into the lap of the unfortunate woman across from her. She stood up, going back to her seat as slight pink spread across her generally unmarred features.

Nonetheless, she couldn't believe the way her life had suddenly changed. Riding in the very same carriage she and Elphaba had shared on their first journey to the Emerald City, only this time, finding Horrible Morrible, to...

Well, she hadn't quite thought of that yet. "You never really had much of a penchant for foresight." Elphaba said somberly, but it was spoiled by the twinkle in her otherwise blank eyes.

Wiping a tear as surrupticially as possible, she climbed out of the carriage. Four gawking bellboys rushed forward to get her bags, and she went straight to her room to fall on the bed, sobbing, every word Elphie seemed to have said flowing in her mind.

The future was bleak indeed.

A much dampened and dispirited Glinda rode the carriage, the next few days of the journey fading into another, only doing what was necessary to live. People around her gazed at her with sympathy, quickly looking away when met with her own dark, haunted eyes.

Sunset. The cool feeling of dew on her bare feet. The smell of Elphie. That of huge libraries filled with texts she could only dream about before her thoughts flitted away. A green finger caresses her cheek. "Keep those eyes clear, my pretty, so I won't be the only one to see that soul of yours." Elphie's eyes. Compassionate. A slight smile quirking up the corners of her lips.

Finally, the worst week of Glinda's life was over, and she was in the Emerald City. Checking into her hotel, she went upstairs, looking forward to a soft bed to cry on. The burning in her eyes began when she sat down, but stopped quickly, a look of wonder crossing her sad face. A beautiful, haunting voice drifted through the vent, suffusing her soul with a dark yet comfortable feeling. She swore the voice was familiar, she'd never have forgotten it.

Glinda shuddered, the cold air in her very bones. "Elphie..." Elphaba looked up from her book, irritated. "Yes, what is it?" "This dreary old room is cold!" Elphaba looked down again. "Put on your coat." "Elphie..." "WHAT?" "Will you sleep with me tonight?" Elphaba stood up, tossing her book down, grumbling ill-naturedly. "Honestly, since you, my beauty sleep has been so greatly reduced. I shall never marry." Glinda giggled. "Oh Elphie, you don't have to worry, you're already beautiful enough." She felt Elphaba's smile through the back of her nightshirt. "Ah, how you lie. Off to sleep now, silly girl, or I'll have gotten up for nothing." "Elphie?" "...Glinda, soon you won't be plagued with troubles of sleep, for I'll bash you on the head." "Will you sing to me?" Elphaba sighed, irritated, but Glinda smiled. She had already won. She sang gently into Glinda's ear, even after she slumped against her gangly frame, asleep. Playing with locks of her golden hair, she soon fell asleep as well, pleased with the sanctuary away from the dankness of the previous week. "In heaven, everything is fine. In heaven, everything is fine. In heaven, everything is fine. You've got your good thing...and I've got mine."

"Elphie..." Glinda stood up, tears blinding her. Terrified and exhilerated, she lurched up from the bed, stumbling down the hall, repeating Elphaba's name like a mantra.