Omigod, I am SO sorry for such a long wait! It's been, like, forever and a century! O.O Jeez I'm so sorry! This story has been so neglectified!
Well, CheatingAtMonkeyBall (obsessive-elphaba) FINALLY came back, begging for her job back. I'm a tiny bit irritated at her for saying she wasn't into Wicked anymore, then just coming back and being all "Don't worry, I'm DEDICATED" and "I have a whole notebook of ideas for this… somewhere… 0.0" just as of now. I said she can have the job back. I'm not denying my readers a new chapter. I know it sucks and I hate having to wait years so I won't make y'all do that. So here ya go! The next update! Finally…
DISCLAIMER: Don't own it. Once again, here's the long list of disclaimified stuff because I don't feel like bein' witty with my disclaimer today.
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz belongs to L. Frank Baum, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West belongs to Gregory Maguire, Warner Bros. owns The Wizard of Oz the movie, and Wicked the Musical belongs to Stephen Schwartz, Winnie Holtzman and Marc Platt and whoever else I can't think of.
Glinda the Good was still Glinda the Guilty. It had been fifteen years and she still felt terrible for the mess she left behind herself. The blonde had done so much damage in over the past decade, and she hadn't just had one affair, but three. She wasn't even sure which was her daughter's father either.
Glinda wasn't sure what she was supposed to do. She felt horrendible for so many reasons. She left her best friend to become an outlaw. She didn't say a word when Morrible twisted the truth to turn the Ozians against her. She had multiple affairs when Fiyero wasn't there. She left her daughter in a completely different world than the one she was from. This girl was Ozian, a decedent of high class from the Upper Uplands. She left her with an old farm couple that weren't even that well off… actually, they weren't even well off at all. They lived on an old creaky farm!
All these things came to Glinda's thoughts as she tried to sleep. She never could. She missed her best friend. She was smart, and she always knew how to point the blonde in the right direction, though Glinda had made a pretty big mess of things this time. It made her days at Shiz worrying about her popularity and what to wear seem so shallow and simple. Being Glinda the Good was far beyond simple.
Suddenly, a memory came to her mind. Once, so long ago, she told the green witch that she was going to marry Fiyero. That's what she could do! The blonde wanted to be with him, and she obviously wasn't that committed to the Winkie since she slept with a Munchkin and another Winkie. Marrying him would prove that she loved him and wasn't interested in Boq or Avaric. Besides, Avaric was infamous at Shiz as the womanizer. She didn't want that reputation to include her.
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"How does it feel?" Madame Morrible asked Fiyero.
"Frustrating…" the Winkie replied, "but I became captain of the guard to find her, and will keep searching!"
"No, being engaged!"
"CONGRATULOTIONS!" screamed the Ozians.
"This is an engagement party?" Fiyero exclaimed, shocked.
"Surprised?" Glinda asked, flashing a sparkling ring before him.
"Very," he replied, taking in the celebration going on around him. "When did you plan all this?"
"Last week," Glinda replied, "We hoped you'd be surprised!" the blonde beamed with one of her best public smiles and continued speaking to the Ozians when Morrible had her own to add.
"And Glinda, dear, we're happy for you! As Press Secretary, I have striven to ensure that all of Oz knows you story of your braverism! How I vividly remember… the day you were summoned to an audience with Oz, and though he would not tell you why initially, when you bowed befor his thrown he decreed you'd hence be known as Glinda the Good, officially!"
"That's now how you described it to me," Fiyero said angrily, looking at Glinda.
"Oh no, it's not, but," the blonde lowers her voice to a whisper, "we'll talk about it later."
"Then with a jealous squee, the wicked witch burst from concealment, where she had been lurking—surreptitially!"
Gasps rose from the crowd as they all began to talk about the numerous rumors about the green woman.
"I hear she has an extra eye that always stays awake!"
"I hear that she can shed her skin as easily as a snake!"
"I hear some rebel Animals are giving her food and shelter!"
"I hear her souls is so unclean, pure water can melt her!"
"WHAT?" Fiyero yelled.
"Melt her!" screamed the Ozians, "Please, somebody go and melt her!"
"Do you hear that? Water will melt her? People are so empty headed they'll believe anything!" Fiyero yelled, outraged.
"Excuse me just a tick-tick!" Glinda said, pulling Fiyero aside.
"I can't just stand here grinning and pretending to go along with all of this!" Fiyero said irritably. "Why are we even doing this?"
"Do you think I like to hear them say those awful things about her? I hate it!" Glinda snapped back.
"Then what are we doing here? Let's go, let's get out of here!" Fiyero yelled. "I don't want to put up with this anymore! I'm sick of listening to all this!"
"We can't leave now!" Glinda said, unable to leave the citizens of Oz. "I don't want to listen to them say all these horrendible things about Elphie but they're looking to us to raise their spirits!"
"You can't leave because you can't result this, and that's the truth," Fiyero argued. "You can't leave all this adorational treatment. You won't even leave it to stand up for what's right, for your best friend!"
"Maybe I can't. Is that so wrong? Who could?" Glinda said.
"You know who could," Fiyero said, "Who has."
"Fiyero, I miss her too, but we can't just stop living," Glinda said, "No one has searched harder for her than you. But don't you see? She doesn't want to be found. We have to face it. She's never going to show herself and you're not going to be able to find her. Nobody is smarter than Elphie and she knows how to keep from being found."
Glinda missed the green woman just as much as the Winkie prince did, maybe more, she didn't know, but her best friend obviously didn't want to be found, and despite how much she missed her, she had come to terms with the fact that she wouldn't see Elphaba again for Oz knows how long.
"You're right. I'm sorry," Fiyero sighed. "And if it's going to make you happy, of course I'll marry you."
"But it'll make you happy too, right?" the blonde asked, "I don't want to make you unhappy." Glinda would never want to make the Winkie unhappy, no matter how happy it would make her.
"You know me… I'm always happy," Fiyero replied as he ran off.
"Fiyero!" the blonde called after him, only to catch the attention of the Ozians. "Thanks plenty, dearest. He's gone to get me a refreshment," she lied, "He's so thoughtful that way."
Glinda hated how she had to lie directly to the public. She hated how she had to keep them blissfully happy while so much happened behind the scenes in the Wizard's place. She wanted to tell them the truth. How the Wizard was a fake. How he was silencing the Animals. How Madame Morrible was making them the public enemy. How Elphaba Thropp was NOT wicked. She wanted to tell them so much…
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"What's going on… Elphie?" the blonde took in th scene before her. Fiyero was pointing his gun at the Wizard, and Elphaba was right in front of her. Sh couldn't believe it. "Thank Oz you're alive! You shouldn't have come. If anyone discoverates you—"
"Glinda, you better go," Fiyero said.
"Fiyero, what are you…"
"Please, just go back to the ball," the Winkie told her.
Glinda turned to the Wizard, who was on the floor as Fiyero pointed a gun at him. "Your Ozness, he means no disrespectation. Please understand! You see, we all went to school together… Elphie was my roommate!"
"Elphaba, let's go!" Fiyero ran to Elphaba's side, about to leave.
"Fiyero, have you misplaced your mind?" Glinda demanded, "What are you doing?"
"I'm going with her," the Winkie stated.
"What?" Glinda asked, shocked. "What are you saying? All this time… the two of you… behind my back…"
The blonde couldn't believe Fiyero. He was in love with the green woman the whole time? Why did he lead her on… let her continue swooning over him… say he would marry her…
"No, Glinda, it wasn't like that!" Elphaba said, trying to explain.
"Actually, it was… but it wasn't… Elphaba, lets go…" Fiyero said.
"Wait!" Glinda called, "When did this start?"
"I don't really know," Fiyero replied, "It started a while ago but I'm not sure when…"
"Then why did you agree to marry me?"
"I just didn't want to hurt you…"
"Well you have… you lead me on…"
"Elphaba, let's go," the Winkie said, taking Elphaba's hand and running out.
"Fine, go!" the blonde yelled, her heart breaking. "You deserve each other…"
"Here, have a swig of this. It dulls the pain," the Wizard said, holding out a glowing green bottle.
"No thank you," Glinda replied flatly, when something occurred to her.
She looked at the bottle again. That green bottle… she had seen it before. She began to think and it came back to her. The night she gave Elphie a makeover. The green witch told her about a small green bottle she slept with under her pillow. It was her mothers! It caused Elphie to be born green. Wait… how could the witch's mother have the same green bottle? Unless… Glinda pushed the thought from her mind. It was impossible.
"Is it true?" Madame Morrible asked, laughing, "Your betrothed has taken her into custody?"
"Our new captain of the guard had other plans," the Wizard replied.
"You mean she hasn't been captured?"
"Quite the contrary," he replied, "and considering how well she eluded us last time…"
"Well, we'll just flush her out and force her to how herself," Madame said simply.
"But how?" the Wizard asked.
"Her sister," Glinda whispered softly. She felt numb. Her emotions were blending and she was beginning to lose feeling in her actions. Her heart was broken. She loved the Winkie prince, but he fell for her best friend. She felt bitter, sad, angry, confused, and surprised, all at the same time. The blonde couldn't take it all.
"What? What did she say?"
"Use her sister. Spread a rumor," Glinda said, "Make her think her sister is in trouble and she will fly to her side… and you'll have her." A horrendible pounding was beginning in the blonde's head. She wanted to he alone so she could think things over. "Now, if your Ozness will excise me, I have a slight headache. I think I'll lie down."
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What did I just do? Glinda thought as she lay on her bed, rethinking what just happened. She couldn't believe what she just did. Yet more guilt overtook the blonde as she thought more and more about what he had done to Elphie. She just told Morrible how to capture the green witch. Her best friend. How could she have sone something like that? And what was with the green bottle? The Wizard had one, and Elphaba's mother had the same one. How is it possible? Could the Wizard have had an affair with her mother? Or did he sell it to her for healing purposes? Was it what made the witch green when he was born?
So many questions swirled through the blonde's head, but mostly her chest hurt from heartbreak and guilt. Now Madame Morrible would surely capture the green woman, and what would she do to her? Have her killed? So much for Glinda the Good, the blonde thought to herself, wishing she could change time. There was so much she wished she could change and undo…
Mwahahahahahaha! Finally wrote it! This story has been so neglectified! Sorry for the weakish beginning, my 3rd person writing is so rustified! Please review! I wanna know how many of y'all are still out there! Again, I am SO sorry for the hiatus! Not gonna go explain again!
