~A/N~ Yay for Wicked! Chapter 4 will be up really soon, sorry that the story is mostly drabble right now. It will get more exciting!

I want to thank ChaoticSymphonyofDarkness & xMegxGiryx for being awesome, it means alot to me.

Still writing, still wishing I owned Wicked.

~~~~~~~~ (and I just realized that I have a love for those little wiggly lines . . . On with the story)

~Glinda~

"So I'll be back around 3," Glinda rushed around the attic space absent-mindedly moving stuff, "So I'll probably be able to make my way up here around 3:30 or-"

"Glinda?"

Thrown off by Elphaba's attempt to speak, Glinda stuttered and tried to get her thoughts back. Elphaba took this opportunity to finish, "I'll be fine. I'll just be reading through these papers."

Glinda smiled and nodded, on her way out the door she turned, "Oh Elphie, my husband is home, so you may want to be sure to be quiet. He has very keen hearing." And with one last gaze over the room, the blonde Witch left the attic and walked down the tight stairs.

~Elphaba~

She hadn't been reading long, but after the first few pages of the file, Elphaba knew that they were up against something huge. The rebellion had been brewing for years, and they had been gaining followers the whole time.

Suddenly Elphaba's thoughts were cut off by a noise at the door. She froze, and was able to hear the sound of a key unlocking the door.

Spinning around she faced the door, slowly backing into the corner. As the door opened, a man strolled into the room, clearly unaware that the room was being used. When he paused to survey the room, Elphaba managed to travel in the shadows to the open door.

When the man heard the the soft thud of the door, he turned to see the green women standing there and froze immediately. This gave Elphaba a moment to take the man in, and she recognized him as Glinda's husband, Zaver.

"What are you doing here? You're dead." Elphaba sighed raised her palm to the man, a sign that she wast afraid to use sorcery.

"Please sit down," she said, gesturing to the small, hard sofa against the back wall of the room, "Let me explain."

Zaver stayed where he was for a moment, then slowly backed up towards the soda. As he stared up at Elphaba, he remained silent.

"Has your wife ever told you about a girl she used to know? Elphaba?"

Zaver looked up at the green lady, "Glinda has only ever spoke highly of her. Unfortunately something happened to her when Glinda traveled to the Emerald City for the first time. But my wife doesn't like to talk about that."

Elphaba smiled, and proceeded to explain everything to Zaver.

When she finished, Zaver looked at her and then laughed. "Why should I believe you? You kidnaped me after all."

Elphaba was taken aback, he wasn't wrong. "I- I can't make you trust me, but I know you trust Glinda, and when she gets back then she'll tell you the truth again."

Looking down at Zaver, Elphaba felt a twinge of longing in her heart. She had heard so many stories about him from her best friend, but the first time she got to meet him she kidnapped him.

As she looked into his eyes, she realized that they were the same exact color as Fabala's, which made her think of her own kids . . . .

"When I was a child, my father hated me," Elphaba's voice was emotionless now, and she stared at the floor as she spoke,"I was always the freak who didn't fit in, but made a good slave. When I went to Shiz, I meet Glinda and Fiyero. She's my first friend and he's my first love. Then after we visited the Wizard, I became the Wicked Witch." She now looked at him, and Zaver could she the pain in Elphaba's eyes, "I had I fake my death to escape from having to run. Now I'm just Elphaba. A little green woman who lives in Zema with her husband and three children."

Silence hit the room like a tidal wave. As tears began to form in the woman's eyes, and she quickly stood. Zaver stood with her.

"Glinda's home, and she's making her way up here now. You better dry your eyes."

Elphaba remembered Glinda's earlier comment and did as he said. Sure enough, a moment later, the door opened once more, and Glinda walked in. At once she was shocked to see the presence of her husband with Elphaba.

"Does he understand?" Glinda's question was quick and to the point, but it conveyed how important it was for the Ozians not to know she was there. As Elphaba nodded she continued, "Good, 'cause he needs to understand that we have to bring Fiyero and the kids to the Emerald Palace pronto. They're not safe in Zema."