A/N: sorry I haven't updated in a while. . . I just haven't found time!

Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked, only the characters and circumstances I make up!

Chapter 6: Scapegoat

!!Linda's POV!!

"Hey, why is your necklace glowing?" Abigail asked. Oh no, what would I tell her? I couldn't tell her my mom was communicating with me through my necklace, that sounded weird.

"Um, well, it glows when someone around me is lying or in pain." I glanced in her direction, and I could tell she didn't buy it. Neither did Sarah, but they didn't press the matter. I quickly said my mother's name under my breath, and it put the necklace out. But not before someone else saw, and heard me say the name.

Yup, Fabala heard me, and saw my necklace glow. Just as I started to explain the situation, she ran off. And you could just guess who she went to get.

If you guessed her mom, Glinda, then you're right. If not, then you need to pay closer attention.

!!Elphaba's POV!!

"Fiyero!" I screamed as I ran down the stairs to the kitchen. He looked at me, surprised at the tears in my eyes. I haven't cried for eight or more years.

"What's wrong?" he asked, taking me in his arms. I cried for a moment and then explained what had just happened.

"LindawaswaitinginherroomandherroommateisGlinda'sdaughterandGlindacameinandtalkedtoherandshecriedwhenshetalkedaboutmeandshenamedherdaughterafterme!" I took a deep breath to calm myself down.

"Wow. I'm glad you got to see her. How did the rest of your time go?" He let me go to look at my face.



"Well, she made two friends but she forgot to turn the necklace off and Glinda's daughter saw and now Linda has to explain why she said my name into a necklace that Glinda herself ordered and gave to me specially!" The tears came back, and I cried on Fiyero again.

"It'll be alright."

!!Linda's POV!!

"Well, Linda, Fabala here tells me that your necklace was glowing, and that you said the name 'Elphaba' into said necklace, and that it stopped glowing then. Could you please explain yourself?"

I was in Glinda's office, or the Headmistress' office.

"I'm sorry Miss Glinda, but I can't tell you. Not with an audience." I cast a glance in Fabala's direction. She got the hint.

"Fabala, please go to your room. I'll come talk to you in a second."

With a final sour look at me, Fabala left.

"Now, Linda, what is this all about?"

I took a deep breath, and began.

"Do you miss her? Do you really miss her as much as you say you do?" she looked at me with a confused expression.

"Who are you talking about?"

"Do you miss Elphaba?" my necklace was under my shirt, so when it started glowing, she didn't notice. I saw her flinch when I said her name.

"You heard about that, did you?" she started to tear up.

"No, I didn't. The only thing I know is that she misses you, and I want to know how much you are willing to sacrifice to see her again." I looked at her again, and saw that she thought I was messing with her.

"I would give my life to see her again! Don't you ever doubt that! But she's dead, so there's no point in talking about it!" now she looked angry.

"Glinda, formally known as Galinda, best friend to Elphaba Thropp, now know by her family as Elphaba Triggular, do you want to see your friend again?"



"How- how do you know all that?" She looked at me with intrest, and this time I knew she believed me.

"Because-" I could hear my mom's intake of breath- "she's my Mother."