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Glinda was very lonely in the dungeon. Elphaba still hadn't regained consciousness and Mack could only visit once every few days. She spent her time trying to figure of a way to communicate with Zaver or Fiyero, but she couldn't remember any spells tht would do the job.

She got fed every 8 hours, and had a small mat, sink, and toilet in her cell. Guards walked by the door every few hours, but they tended not to bother her unless the needed to. Every few hours she would change the wrappings on Elphaba's head and arm, but nothing seemed to be getting better.

For the first time in a while Glinda was truly afraid of being alone.

Fiyero woke up in the Emerald Hospital. His arm was wrapped in more bandages to count. As he examined all of his injuries a doctor entered and Fiyero immediately started asking him questions.

"What happened?"

"The conference was bombed by the rebellion. You came straight here after."

Fiyero stared at the doctor, "And where is Elphaba and Glinda?"

The doctor gained a sad look on his face, "I'm afraid Lady Glinda and Miss Elphaba are missing. They haven't been seen since after the attack."

Fiyero sat in stunned silence; the explosion, had it killed the witches? No it couldn't have, the blast came from in front of his so they would of all been hit equally.

"They're been kidnapped," Fiyero was hit by the realization.

The doctor looked confused.

"I have to go to the Emerald Palace!"

"No, you need to rest."

Fiyero began yelling, "My wife and close friend have both been kidnapped! I need to go to the Emerald Palace!"

It took a while but eventually Fiyero was released from hospital.

As he wandered into the Emerald Palace, Fiyero was attacked by his kids. Katia had tears streaming down her face and Roselinda was rambling on about how worried they had been. After some extreme hugging between the family, Fiyero escaped and found Zaver.

"We need to start search parties in all of Oz."

Zaver looked taken aback, "May I ask why?"

"The rebellion has Elphaba and Glinda," Fiyero was speaking quickly, as not to waste any more time, "The longer we wait the farther away they may have taken them."

Zaver smiled and shook his head, "No, I know where they are. And I'm working on a plan to rescue them."

Glinda had been changing the wrappings on Elphaba's arm when she woke up.

"Sweet Oz Glinda, what happened?" The color drained from her face when she saw the words etched into her skin.

Glinda tried to cover it but Elphaba ran her fingers over the blood red cuts.

"Elphie, I'm so sorry . . . "

Elphaba didn't say anything, but took the cloth her friend had been holding and rewrapped it around her arm.

Glinda wrapped her arms around her friend, "Elphie I've been so worried; you've been unconscious for days!"

Elphaba returned the hug; the women sat there for a while, until they heard footsteps coming down the stairs. They both flinched and backed away from the door, only to have Mack walk.

When he saw that the green witch was awake, he smiled and walked over, "Hi I'm Mack!"

Elphaba looked slightly shocked, "Elphaba . . . What are you doing down here?"

"He visits me," Glinda answered, "He came down here the first day that we were kidnapped and has been visiting ever since."

"Oh, but isn't that dangerous for him?" Elphaba looked skeptical.

Mack smirked, "It's okay, my parents don't really care what I'm doing as long as I don't leave the village."

Elphaba was about to ask what village they were in, but there was a loud rumble and all three could hear yelling and hurried footsteps.

"Sweet Oz! What's happening?" Glinda looked petrified.

No one had an answer so they all sat and listened; the sound of gunfire had joined the noise. Slowly Elphaba got up and peered through the small window in the door.

"There's two groups of people," Elphaba muttered, "One seems to be the rebellion, because they're dressed in really ragged and mismatched clothes, the other . . . are in green Gale Force uniforms!"

Glinda's eyes widened, they were getting out (not that she was complaining). Suddenly she was struck with an idea, "Come with us," the good witch turned to Mack, "We can get you away from your parents and all the fighting, you can live in the Emerald City with my and Elphie."

"Really?" The young boy's eyes sparkles; he hated his life as a child of the rebellion, and Glinda was so nice.

Suddenly the door flew open, and standing in the door was a very sweaty Fiyero.

"Fae! You guys have to get out of here!" He was yelling from the adrenaline, and gestures to the witches to follow him. Glinda offered her hand to Mack and he followed as the girls were lead to their escape.

Rounding a corner, Glinda smelt the familiar smell of vodka, and saw the same man standing in front of Fiyero holding a gun.

"Where do you think you're taking my son?" He grumbled.

Mack stepped forward and addressed his father, "I'm going with them so that I can have a better life, AWAY FROM YOU!"

It took all his courage, but Mack promptly raised his leg and kicked his father's 'man-zone' as hard as he could.

The party took the opportunity to flee the village, and make it to the campsite where the Gale Force were packed and ready to travel back to the Emerald City.

That night the witches sat around a campfire, Elphie in her husbands arms.

After a long while of silence, Glinda began questioning the prince, "How did you know where to find us?"

"Ask your husband; I was unconscious until two days ago, he had the plan when I woke up."

Glinda beamed, "Well I best be resting. I heard we're leaving very earlier tomorrow morning!"

The blonde left, and Fiyero pulled the green woman closer.

"I love you Fae." The man muttered into her hair.

She turned and looked at her husband, "Why did you risk your life to save me?"

He pulled her close, "Elphaba I love you, but more than that I need you in my life. It's my job to protect you, and I would gladly become a scarecrow again to do that."

Elphaba pressed a kiss on his lips and then fell asleep in his arms.