Disclaimer: I don't won Numb3rs, or Wicked at the moment.
A/N: Sorry this is late everybody, but I had band competion on Sat so I didn't get to update, and this might be somewhat short, I'll do this is two parts because I have a History mid- term tomorrow. So hope you all like what I can give you1
On with seven!
"Dad! Dad!" Don yelled as his father finally came to on the couch about half an hour later.
"Donnie? Where the hell am I?" Alan sat up slowly, rubbing his head.
"You're at home dad, what did you do to yourself?" Don pointed to the three empty bottles of beer that were laying on the coffee table, and that's when Alan groaned and laid back down.
"I guess I got to thinking about your brother and that fancy surgery and wondering if we should let the doc do it. The thought of having either of my boys in that position frightens me to death and I guess that I took it a little too far. Well, more than a little I suppose."
"Yeah three was more than a little dad. Charlie will be fine, he knows what he's doing, and I think that I know where he is in that mind of his, and he knows how to take care of himself."
Charlie was in the middle of their little trio as they made their way out of South Stairs, Elphaba grilling him harder than Don did most of his suspects about her family and friends, which Avric had contacted recently until he had been thrown down into the dank and dark.
"Nessa and Granny took it as well as expected, our Glinda just sat on your bed, and then I suspect she grieved for you privately. Madame Morible took it with out emotion, I suppose that she was happy to see you leave. But then again, she had just gotten a letter from the Wizard asking her to join him here in the Emerald City. That's why I'm here. I had gotten hold of the letter and copied it for all of our "associates" before one of the patrolmen got hold of one and I was drug down here within the hour."
"Ok, that's gonna have to do for now. This is the section that we have to be quick, and we have to be silent when we make our way out to the north entrance of the prison. These are the beings that they have labeled "unstable of the mind. And for good reason. The horrors that these poor should go through in the endless darkness are nothing of what we go through in our daily trials." Elphaba whispered to the other two, an and they nodded, tying a piece of rope around their waists to keep them together as they put out their torches for the time being, and Elphaba lead the way into the endless dark, and to Charlie, into oblivion.
Mak: Sorry people, I'll get back to Don and Alan when I can. This is what I wrote in Coll. American Hist this morning, and I hope that I can get more up soon, I'm updating everything tonight, so hit the button on you way out of Oz!