A/N: Okay...holy bejesus. I was in an okay mood coming back from summer school, then I came home and got all of the new reviews. Now, I'm ECSTATIC! Jeez, guys, thanks, seriously. I was a little self-concious about posting this story, because it's my first ever that I haven't deleted after reading. But now, I feel great about it, so I'm gonna do a LOT of new updating, just for you guys. Thanks, to all the people that reviewed. Made my damn day.

Anyway, on with the show!

Imcommunicable Emotions

Chapter four

"Horrible Morrible"

Relief...is brief.

Glinda awoke with a start, looking around blearily to find something familiar. Her eyes cleared, and she was left to gaze, speechless, at the beautiful contrast of white on green.

Elphaba lay beside her, dark eyes lovingly rooted to her own. "Elphie..."

Elphaba grinned, planting a kiss on her forehead. "I know, I know. Perhaps not quite what I had planned, but...I'm glad you came, Glin."

Glinda, eyes swimming with new tears, put her head to the pillow. "Elphie...Morrible's here. That's..why I came, I'm looking for her, to..." She paused. She hadn't quite formulated exactly what she planned to do, should she find Madame Morrible. "I only have a week to stay here. Chuffrey, my...my husband, Elphie. He's expecting me. I told him I was taking a vacation away from all the politics."

Elphaba sighed. "Yes, I've read about him in the newspapers. Quite the ambitious man, as I've heard. Well, no matter."

"No, Elphie!" Glinda pleaded. "I've changed my mind! I never knew I'd find you, but now that I have, I need you! Morrible can do whatever she wants, I want to stay here with you!"

Elphie chuckled. "Silly girl, come now. No need to abandon your goals, I'll not leave you. We'll make up for it, I promise."

I promise.

The subsequent week seemed to fly by, in Glinda's eyes. Lazy mornings and afternoons dedicated to Elphie, talking, making love, enjoying each other's company. At night, Elphaba would leave the inn to do heaven knows what. She had never really elaborated exactly what she did.

"Now, don't go worrying, my pretty. Important enough to demand attention, yet not important enough to put me in danger. I'm safe as can be."

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Hard boots echo on the planked floors of the inn. A ruddy hand reaches down to grasp a piece of paper, scrunched from someone's grip. A note. Discarded by some foolish person, no doubt.

"Madame Morrible! I think I've found something."