They ran till Elphaba could run no more. She held her hands on her back trying to catch her breath.
"I can't keep doing this".
" Will figure out a way Elphie".
Glinda was breathing deeply, her face bright red.
"Like what?"
Flinging her hand's up in frustration, causing a branch just in front of her to come crashing down.
"Calm yourself Fae".
Fiyero said, knowing how bad things can go when she got worked up.
Elphaba dropped to her knees. Staring at her hands.
Glinda began pacing trying to come up with a plan.
The one thing that made people associate Elphie with the wicked witch was her skin.
That was it. Glinda had a plan. She just needed to degreenified.
She wondered why no one had thought of it before.
"We degreen you".
Both of her companion's shoulders slumped.
" Do you not think shes tried that? Do you know the number of times shes flicked through that book trying to degreen herself?"
Elphaba pulled the book out hugging it tightly.
"Ok then. We think of another plan".
She had her 'Glinda the good' head on. Trying to look for the positives. Trying to be encouraging.
The green hands held out the book.
Glinda's brows met in confusion.
" You look. Your powers have grown. Maybe you can use it now".
Glinda looked at her hands remembering the incident from the other day. The thought of her having strong magic terrifying.
Taking the book she knelt down and began turning the pages. Confusion set on her face as to her it was still a book which made little sense.
The Scarecrow sat down looking at Elphaba in her tight black dress. Her hair was in a plait. Her face looked fuller, the green on her cheeks glowing. Her breasts looked slightly larger in her figure-hugging outfit. How he wished to pull her towards his body. Kiss her passionately. His hands running over her soft green skin. Hear her breath quicken with his touch. Her hands in his hair, both of them giving into there desires.
He knew with his new form this was not possible.
It saddened him.
He loved her so much. He just couldn't express it to her in that way anymore.
"What about this?"
Glinda exclaimed, breaking into his thoughts.
Elphaba went straight to her friend's side. Examing the page.
"See, that will work. Right?"
She didn't reply. Just stared at the book.
All Elphaba could see was a blank page. She looked round in confusion.
"Elphie, what's wrong?"
"Its empty Glin. To me the page is empty".
Glinda looked back at the book than to the green face.
What did that mean?
Why couldn't one of the most powerful witches in Oz see the spell?
" See you are getting stronger".
She took her hands encouragingly.
"So I have to do it?"
Glinda asked. Worry in her voice.
Could she really change the colour of her friend's skin? Even though Elphaba had tried for years?
What if it went wrong?
What if she killed her?
What if she harmed the baby?
"I can't".
Her hand was gripped tightly.
" Please Glinda. You have to try".
After a moment of thought, she nodded, yes. Then went back to reading the spell.
Xxxxxxxxx
They had walked a little further into the woods. Leaving Glinda with the grimary.
She kept reading then re-reading. Making sure she had every detail right.
Their hand entwined as they moved.
It was she who broke the silence.
"Yero? Tell me I can do this".
Confusion crossed his face.
" The baby. The pregnancy. Tell me I can do it".
They stopped. Turning to each other.
"What are you on about Elphaba, of course, you can".
He gently held her face, making her look at him.
"You are the most amazing, strong-willed beautiful women I've ever known".
Their foreheads met as he dragged her body closer.
"You know if Glinda manages, there's no reason not to keep it".
She sighed.
"Can we see if it works before we start thinking about things like that".
"Of course we can".
Their foreheads still touching. Both of there hands met on top of the black-clothed belly, of the green witch. Of the wicked witch of the west. Of Elphaba Thropp.
Xxxxxxxxx
As Glinda stared at the grimary she could hear the words of Madam Morrible echoing around her brain.
"I hope you prove me wrong. I doubt you will".
It was the first thing she had said after Elphaba had persuaded her to let Glinda take sorcery at Shiz.
She would always comment on the fact that her magic was nothing compared to the amazing sorcery that Elphaba was able to conjure up.
But something had happened to her since then. Somehow her magic had grown. She hadn't realized until the incident the other day. But now, thinking back odd things had happened to her since she witnessed the wicked witch of the West's death. Bottles exploding, windows opening.
Sitting crossed legged she leaned into the book once more.
Could she do this? Or was morrible right. Did she really have zero potential?
Footsteps approached. Stopping beside her.
"She's ready" Fiyero spoke. The nervous-looking green witch clinging to his arm.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
They sat with there knees in the dirt. The brown book placed between them.
They faced each other, one dressed in black the other in white. Looking like two opposites connecting.
They grasped each other's hands. White intertwining with green.
Fiyero watched from a distance remaining as still as he could, not wanting to disturb or distract either of them.
Glinda took a long slow breath. Her friend followed her lead. They each shut there eyes.
"Viridi pellis album mutatio".
They each gasped.
It felt like a hot poker was being run over there skin. Sizzling in the heat.
Letting go of each other Glinda's hand flew to her leg. Screaming out in pain. Her breathing panicked. The sensation with sickening. As if a saw was being pushed through her thigh.
"Glinda!"
Elphaba grabbed her friend. The pain stopped immediately.
"It's ok. I'm ok".
She still held her leg.
"You, on the other hand, are still green".
She looked down at her still green hands.
"Guess I'll be living in the woods for a while".
She stood up excepting the facts. Pulling her cloak closer as the temperature around her dropped.
" Glinda, your bleeding".
Fiyero commented, pointing to her leg.
Blood was trickling through her fingers.
Elphaba stared at Glinda's leg. The Wound was right where she had injured herself days before.
Glinda looked at her leg confused. Sending Fiyero to her case to get her first aid kit.
The still green witch hitched up her skirt to look where her wound used to be.
It was gone.
She ran a shaky hand onto her leg.
It was white.
Where the wound had been there was a neat rectangle of peachy skin.
"You did it. Glinda, you actually did it!"
They both looked over. Fiyero stopped wrapping the injury. Their Mouths open.
Elphaba grinned at them. Her body shaking with excitement.