Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked, book or musical or any of its characters. I do claim the right to all my crazy made up characters that like to make appearances though. Please be forewarned this story does contain romance between two women. The story is rating for violence, language, and romance so please kept that in mind.
Author's Note: So this is my first attempt at a fan fiction. How scary… Anyway, reviews are loved and I hope you like Ours Story Begins
Chapter 1: Story Time
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The day had been beyond long and Elphaba found herself slumped in a chair at the table in the kitchen of the manor of Miss Glinda the Good located in central Gillikin. Her elbows were placed on the sturdy Quoxwood table and her face rested in her hands. An audible sigh escapes her lips, as she reveled in the silence of the household. It was already dark out and Glinda was surely in bed. She hadn't meant to be so late, but the her latest involvement with biotechnology was keeping her at the lab later and later each.
When the sound of a mug be set in front of her sounded, Elphaba startled. She looked up to see a cup of freshly made Gillikenese coffee sitting before her and a familiar figure standing nearby.
"What in the world are you doing here? And why are you up so late?" Elphaba asked with surprise, rising to embrace the girl.
"Well I came up here to visit my sister, but it seems she has been spending a little too much time in the lab lately and you know I'm a night owl," the girl replied with a smile. The dark hair girl settled into a chair next to Elphaba's and the green girl reseated. The two each took a sip of their coffee before the conversation continued.
"So tell me, how are things in the Emerald City?" Elphaba asked curiously, her eyes locked on her sister. Her tiredness was suddenly lifted at the sight Sabriel. It had been awhile since the two had seen each other.
Sabriel shrugged, her brunette hair cascading over her shoulders. Green eyes were trained on Elphaba, equally excited to see her sister. "Boring as always. Since the ordeal with the Grimmerie, nothing entertaining has happened," she replied.
Elphaba chuckled. "You hardly see things the way Glinda does. She always say some 'exciting' news to tell me about the happenings of Emerald City,"
"Well, you did fall in love with a socialite," Sabriel pointed out with a chortle.
"True, true,"
"You want to tell me what you're really here for? Rarely do you show up unannounced without cause," Elphaba asked after sipping at her coffee.
"I'm hurt. Can't I just show up for a visit with my sister and her lovely wife?" Sabriel asked innocently, doing her best impression of Glinda's pout.
"That pout really isn't as flattering on you as it is on Glinda,"
"Fine, fine. I'm here because I found an interesting journal of Frexspar's," she answered.
Elphaba raised a brow, obviously intrigued by the thought. She nodded her head to signal for her younger sister to go on.
"It so happens, in this journal, he talks about his and our mother's young lives together as well as Turtle Heart and all of our births," she continued.
"Fascinating, but I hardly see why finding something like that would provoke a trip up here," Elphaba responded, knowing there was more to the story. "And why don't you call Frexspar father?" she asked curiously.
"You see, there's lots of information about our pasts, not too mention our mother's and he is not my father, so I refuse to call him so,"
"You do not know that for fact. Frexspar could very well be your father,"
"I refuse to believe it and this journal proves my beliefs anyhow,"
"Oh really? And who, may I ask, is your father?" Elphaba asked, loving spending the time with her sister.
"A man named Savion. He was from Gillikin and same a night with Melena right before Turtle Heart showed up. Frexspar knew that I was his child because of the common birthmark that we shared on our shoulders," Sabriel explained with a grin. The idea was obviously exciting to her.
"You are talking about the crescent?"
"Yes. So it would seem that Nessa, Shell, you and I all have different fathers,"
"Sounds like out mother," Elphaba replied with a roll of her eyes. "This is all interesting Sabriel, but is that all? I hardly believe you came up here to tell me you have proved Frexspar was not your father."
"Though bringing proof to my belief is a good way to say I told you so, there is another reason I came. I miss you and I…"Sabriel trailed off as she saw the small girl standing behind Elphaba. A smile played on her lips when the little blond rubbed her sleepy, blue eyes.
Elphaba turned her head to take in the site. Her daughter was dressed in a pink night gown and had obviously been in bed moments ago.
"Gillian, what are you doing up so late?" Elphaba asked softly as the seven year old climbed into her lap. Sabriel sniggered lightly, still not being able to get over the fact Elphaba had a child. The green girl shot her sister and glared, which was returned with a smirk.
"I had a bad dream," the child replied, a pout on her lips.
"I'm sorry sweet heart, why don't I take you back up to bed?" her mother suggested, Gillian was opposed to the idea. She vigorously shook her head.
"Can you tell me a story?" she pleaded, looking up into Elphaba's eyes.
"Yeah please, Mama, tell us a story, pppulllleaassee," Sabriel mimicked her niece's voice, trying not to laugh.
Glaring at her sister, Elphaba sighed. "Okay, but then it's off to bed with you. What story would you like me to tell?"
Gillian shrugged, her brow furrowed with pondering.
"Oh, oh pick me!" Sabriel exclaimed quietly, raising her hand. Gillian laughed at her aunt's antics.
"No, I don't even want to know what you'll choose," Elphaba replied, trying to keep a stern face.
"Let her choose Mommy," Gillian said, poking Elphaba in the ribs gently.
"Yessss," Sabriel said with triumph, her eyes dancing with delight. Elphaba eyed her carefully, but nodded. Setting her cup down, Sabriel leaned her elbows on the table and set her chin in her palms.
"Tell about how you and Glinda fell in love," Sabriel said, sighing and getting a far off, dreamy look that also caused Gillian to giggle. Sabriel gave her sister a childish smile, trying to seem innocent.
"Fine, but only because this little one needs to get off to bed," Elphaba complied, pressing a kiss to the top of Gillian's head.
"Yay!" Gillian said excitedly clapping her hands.
Sabriel leaned back in her chair and smiled at her sister.
"Our story begins at the hallowed halls of Shiz University…"