Disclaimer: I don't own wicked, but I do own a stick.
A/N: Woo Chapter eight! Probably really bad to be honest, I don't like it, but heyy, it's something! School's killer guys. But I auditioned for West Side Story! We'll see how that goes :) Enjoy!
Chapter 8
The hope that was in the brown eyes fell, but she continued to stare at the blonde woman. "How can you not remember me, Glinda? You…we were best friends, don't remember?"
Glinda paused, deeply thinking about her past dreams, and why the name Elphaba seemed to have such a good feeling when she said it. For some reason, it made her heart skip a beat.
"I don't understand why you keep saying we were best friends, I really don't know you," the blonde replied, getting up and pacing. "However there are a few things I'd like to discuss."
"Like what?"
"Why you're in my dreams."
There was an awkward silence. The woman called Elphaba blinked, and for some reason, Glinda noticed her cheeks became a darker green.
"What exactly do you dream about, Glinda?" Elphaba asked, tilting her head curiously.
Glinda sat down the uncomfortable bed and was quiet for a moment. "I had a dream last night," she started, choosing her words carefully. "You were in it. I can't remember for the life of me what happened, but I do remember I kept saying 'I hope you're happy'. We were saying goodbye I think…and I think there were guards trying to kill you." The blonde looked at Elphaba, but had no eye contact; the green girl was staring at the floor, not blinking.
"And the other night, I had a dream you and I were at some sort of…dance I suppose. I gave you a…something, and you took it. But then, everyone made fun of you, and I felt guilty. I tried to make it better by dancing with you. And then, my dream jumped to another spot, and I was holding the object I gave you before. Except this time, I was clutching to my chest and crying hysterically," the blonde purposely left the object unnamed. In case the woman did know her, she wanted to see if by some means, she knew what the gift had been.
Elphaba's head snapped up. "Was it a hat?"
The blonde looked at her in disbelief. "How…how did you know that?"
The green woman smiled and looked shyly at the ground. "I remember that night, the night you gave me that hat."
The blonde's brow rose. "But that didn't happen, it was a dream."
"Come now, Glinda, you must remember, you have to!" Elphaba pleaded, looking up at the girl. "How could it be a dream when I know exactly what you're talking about?"
Glinda was quiet for a moment. "Maybe you can read minds!" The blonde suggested childishly, slightly giggling. She became serious in the next beat. "I think you need to explain why you think you know me, that woman, Morrible said-"
"Morrible," Elphaba huffed under her breath, her eyes cold. "That woman is the reason everything happened."
"How? She told me-"
"Everything Morrible tell you is a lie." Elphaba said bluntly and coldly. "She just wants complete power over Oz."
Glinda decided to ignore her harsh comments towards her secretary. "I don't know if what you're telling me is the truth or not. But I do know that there must be some connection between us, if you know about the hat. I think you should tell me everything we've been through together…it might make things more, I don't know, clearer?"
"If you truly wish for me to," Elphaba started slowly, "I'll tell you everything."
"Please, Elphaba, it might help me."
And so the story began. The green woman told her about Shiz, about how they hated each other, the dance, the attempted make over session, Fiyero. The blonde was becoming more and more distraught at every word that seeped out of Elphaba's mouth. The green woman couldn't tell if she remember anything though. So she continued to speak of The Wizard, and then of Nessa, and finally of how she faked her death.
For the next few moments, both were absolutely quiet. It was the first time Elphaba ever relived every moment between her and Glinda, plus it was heartbreaking to have to tell. The blonde seemed to have a difficult time taking in every word, but Elphaba thought she was at least attempting to.
"…If I lived through that," the blonde said quietly. "I think I'd been in so much pain, thinking my best friend was dead."
For the first time that night (It was a rather long story, after all. Neither Glinda nor Elphaba had moved from the positions they were in, and the sun was starting to set.) Elphaba's eyes filled with tears. "I wanted nothing more then to tell you we were alive," she said softly, playing with her hands and not wanting to look at her 'best friend'. Although Glinda could not remember anything, Elphaba still found it difficult to look her in the eyes since her arrival. "But Fiyero, he refused to let me."
"I imagine he was quite good looking," The Good Witch joked, "if we both fought over him."
"He was," The Wicked Witch breathed. There was a pause for a moment. "If I could do anything, anything to make you remember me, Glinda, I would."
"I want to remember, Elphaba." She said suddenly. "I want to remember anything. Everything. Is there nothing you or I could do?"
"I…I don't know," she replied honestly, eyes scanning the floor. "but I'm sure we could figure out something. Perhaps not tonight though, seeing as we've had a rather…" Elphaba chose her words carefully. "Overwhelming day."
Galinda nodded. "Well then, I suppose I shall take my leave." Another silence filled the room. "Thank you, Elphaba." The blonde said quietly and shyly, not making eye contact.
Before Elphaba got to say another word she saw the back of the blonde's dress exit through the door. There was a soft thump as to the wood closing, but Elphaba just stared at her hands with her thoughts running wild.
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