A/N: Holy crap...that was pretty much the biggest gap in the history of man. Sorry! I had some killer writer's block, and couldn't write anything but essays for the longest damn time. But I'm finally coming out of hibernation, cuz Incommunicable Emotions lives on! Okay, review, seriously, cuz when I say I need motivation, I mean I NEED motivation...

Incommunicable Emotions

Chapter 17

"A Wicked Game"

"What would come, would come, and worrying about it and disturbing Glinda simply wasn't worth it"

For the umpteenth time, hopefully never the last time, Glinda's eyes fluttered open, met with a vague green blur beside her. She tucked her head back under the curve of Elphie's jaw, reluctant to rise.

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A Gale Forcer comformed beyond all identity rushed to the podium, clearing his throat harshly. "In the name of The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, I present Madame Morrible."

Paltry applause flitted here and there, and the thick woman slid in front of him, simpering smile already plastered to a pale yellow face. Her dress was a vivid orange, giving her the appearance of a very self-satisfied carp.

"Now, fellow Ozians, I'm sure you're aware of the circumstances regarding Glinda the "Good" and her recent incarceration. Well, I'd like to announce that she has escaped from our prisons, with the assistance of none other than The Wicked Witch of the West, who is indeed still alive."

A deafening roar rose from the crowd, already bearing the look of an angry mob lusting for blood.

"Any strong and able men would be appreciated, to accompany the Gale Forcers to finally capture the fugitives and put them to the gallows so eagerly awaiting them."

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Glinda sighed, rubbing her nose against the thick wool of Elphaba's shirt. "Now, Elphie, is this really necessary?"

Elphaba looked up from the sack of clothes, eyebrows raised. "Well, I suppose if what's in your head bears any semblance to a brain, then yes, wearing dark clothes is very necessary. I highly doubt someone in full blue ballgown would evade attention for very long."

Glinda put the clothes on quickly, ignoring Elphaba's harsh words. She had just pulled the black cap over her golden hair when a tremendous blow shook their door, powder sifting from the ceiling.

"Goodness!" Glinda ran to Elphaba, clutching her hand uncertainly. As blows of increasing intensity continued to knock the door free of its hinges, Elphaba leapt to action.

The thin door finally burst open, a steady stream of Gale Forcemen pouring in, weapons at the ready. They were met with deafening silence and the curtains above the window waving the girls' goodbyes.

A/N: Now, I got some emails with ideas for the story a while ago. If I don't fulfill some of your requests, don't think I'm dissing you, since they were the reason I finally sat down and wrote a chapter! Thanks guys, I appreciate ya.