Incommunicable Emotions
Chapter Thirteen
"Despite Popular Belief..."
She scooped Glinda up in her arms, and nearly ran to the bed.
Glinda sat in her private compartment of the Wizard's personal train, letting her mind wander. Perhaps the Wizard knows about Elphie and I...Oh, what if he knows the truth about Chuffrey...Ah, no matter, I'm sure Elphie's right. After all, she always is.
With a ridiculously loud honk, the train pulled up to the palace, unceremoniously dumping Glinda onto the street. Huffing, she picked up her purse and marched into the waiting chambers of the illustrious Wizard.
Once inside, squinting against the tidal wave of green that blinded her, she took a deep breath and proceeded.
The guards, gorrilas, just as Elphie had assured her, led her into the Wizard's audience room, standing closer to her than she was comfortable with. She crossed her arms below her breasts, and waited with bated breath for the Wizard to stop drawing this out longer than was necessary.
Elphaba
Elphaba sat on the bed, boredom getting the best of her. She had quickly tired of the hysterical laughter that reading Chuffrey's writing brought on, and decided to go for a stroll around the house, glad that the blinds were closed and no prying eyes could fall upon her.
Reaching the door, she paused, eyes widening, when a rapid-fire click boomed on the other side. She slid up next to the wall, making her breath and movements as silent as was possible.
The knocking ceased, but Elphaba could still hear loud, jeering voices outside.
"Ah, didja hear? Glinda the Good, as it were, was the one to kill Sir Chuffrey! Well, if she isn't here, I can only assume the Wizard summoned her, and already has the charlatan locked up!"
Elphie could feel the wind effectively knocked from her, drawing a slight gasp. That was the reasoning behind the sudden summon, that was why. Could Glinda already be in a prison cell? Were they torturing her?
This last thought brought a cry from Elphaba, and she rushed to the hidey-hole, draping a cloak over her shoulders and grabbing her broom and hat. She thrust herself through the small window, thanking the Unnamed God that the sun was already down, although she wasn't sure she would have waited.
Galinda-winda-ly
Two hours later...
Glinda sat, huffing, in the small cell beneath the palace. Although it was indeed a sticky situation, she couldn't bring herself to be anything other than mildly miffed.
Although, thinking of the promises of death that the Gale force had, well, promised, was hardly comforting.
But more than anything, she was hungry, and missed her dearest Elphie.
Gale Force Bastards
It wasn't until thirty minutes after Elphaba's departure that the steel-toe booted foot of a Gale Forcer found the hatch to the hidey-hole of the Upland Manor. Kicking it open, he and three other Forcers walked in to the dimly lit room.
"Ah, looks like we've found a love-nest of sorts! Perhaps one of them was indulging in a few secret pleasures. Probably Miss Glinda. She's much too striking for that fat pig. Unnamed God rest the dead, of course."
"Ey, Samuel, come here, read this story! It's terrible, I tell you, terrible! Written by a child, I assume."
"Hey, you remember what the good Madame told us. Time to get back to base."
A/N: Okay, here goes! I got an email from a reviewer, asking why I chose to place the story in the specifc chronological point that I...well, that I chose. And this is a very valid question, so I decided to answer it, by means of a good ol' long-winded author's note!
Now, I was in the middle of a boring-ass summer school session when I finally finished reading Wicked. When I got to the part where Elphie died, I started crying, no joke. Like, actual crying, tears pouring down my face. At the moment, I had no idea why I was crying. Maybe I was PMSing, or something. I'm weird like that.
Then, it hit me! I just wasn't ready to say goodbye to Elphie yet, I loved her too much. I wasn't ready to say goodbye to her, or Glinda, or Fiyero. Perhaps it's kinda silly to love a book character, but hell, you're with Elphie since she's born til the day she dies, so you get attached.
So, after being horridly emo for about a month, I decided I wouldn't say goodbye to Elphie, ever. I'd just be incedibly arrogant, and continue the story where Maguire left off. I assume I'm not the only one who couldn't bring themselves to say goodbye. So, I'm telling all of you guys, read fanfics like this, hell, write your own! You shouldn't have to say goodbye, ever. Sometimes stuff is hard, but stuff like that doesn't have to be. Keep loving, and keep being the cool-ass fellas you are. How do I know you're cool? You're here, aren't you?