Hehe yay! I wrote the update! Whoohoo! The big scene! Glinda the Good meets Dorothy Gale! Enjoy! Oz I'm so sorry that last chapter was so delayified and short!

Disclaimer: Nope. See the past like five chapters for the me-no-own stuff. Ownders include Marc Platt, Winnie Holzman, Stephen Schwartz, L. Frank Baum, and Gregory Maguire.


Glinda the Good was a little confusified. She had just looked out a window to see a flying house. Why a house was flying, the blonde didn't know, but she could sense somebody was in that house. She felt protective feelings over whoever was inside, they were almost motherly.

When it comes to magic, the blonde wasn't as good as Elphaba. She never would be, but over the years, Glinda had learned a lot more than she used to and can control powers that she didn't even think she was capable of. The most she could do about a flying house, however, is make sure it landed safely so whoever was inside wouldn't be hurt.

The blonde concentrated carefully, keeping the house in mind and she began to feel her powers working. The house's falling speed began to slow, and it landed on the ground with a thud, much softer than it would have been, had Glinda not magically interfered.

The blonde then formed a bubble around herself. She had to go find where the house landed. She wasn't very close, but she did get a bit of a view from her window. When she found the space, she flew above it for a little longer to see who was there.

There was a small house near the field. Outside of it was a young girl, about fourteen or fifteen. She was petite, with curly brown hair. She was holding a little brown dog—one that seemed a little too familiar to the blonde. As she looked at the girl, she told herself it was just a coincidence. It couldn't be her…

The blonde had to get closer. She HAD to see who this girl was. I have to know if it's her… Glinda thought as she landed.

"Welcome to Oz," she said, smiling sweetly to the girl who was staring wide-eyed at the blonde.

"What's Oz?" she asked.

"Um… here…" the blonde said, "Who are you?"

"I'm Dorothy," the brunette replied. "Where exactly am I?"

"This is Oz, sweetheart," Glinda said, "Where are you from?"

"Kansas," the girl replied. This shocked Glinda. Maybe it was a little more than a coincidence that this girl had the same little black dog that the blonde had put into the basket. But how? If she had any powers she couldn't possibly know how to use them. The Wizard told her that such things didn't exist in Kansas, therefore, they didn't believe in them.

As the blonde was thinking all these things, she found herself subconsciously staring at the small black dog next to the girl. She was still sure it wasn't a Dog, or it would have said something by now. Besides, if it were the same one she saw in Kansas about fifteen years ago, it was definitely a dog. But maybe it wasn't. Maybe it's just shy, she thought. She considered asking it something about who it was, but then she thought how stupid she would look if it was just an animal, it's been so hard to tell these day.

Suddenly, the dog began barking at something, breaking Glinda's train of thought.

"What is it, Toto?" Dorothy asked the dog.

Then Glinda saw it. The striped stockings and glittering jeweled shoes of Nessarose Thropp… that were now ruby colored…

"She's dead!" the girl exclaimed, "I didn't mean to do anything! I meant no disrespectation! Who was she?"

Disrespectation! Glinda thought to herself, how does she know that word? It's an Ozian word. Actually, it's MY word! Then Glinda remembered the brunette's question.

"She was the…" Glinda inwardly cringed at the horrendible label, "the Wicked Witch of the East."

"A witch?" Dorothy looked at the blonde with shock. "I was always told they didn't exist…"

"So… you don't have any power?" the blonde asked. "You're not a witch?"

"No… where I come from, they say witches are old and ugly…"

"I'm a witch…" the blonde said, a slightly offended and hurt tone to her voice since the girl had just inadvertently, indirectly called her ugly.

Glinda decided that either this girl didn't have any of the Ozian power the she, herself, had, or she just hadn't discovered them yet, being in such a bland place. She couldn't believe someone could live in a place like Kansas, no Animals, no magic, and fictional ugly witches!

"Oh! I'm sorry! YOU aren't ugly or old!" the brunette exclaimed, trying to backpedal.

The blonde smiled warmly at the girl. "Don't worry, sweetie. I know you didn't mean it like that."

Glinda wanted to tell the girl the truth right now. She wanted to hug the brunette the way she never could. She wanted somebody to know the truth. About everything. But she couldn't tell her any of this. She had to keep her safe, it was the least she could do for her daughter, and to keep her safe, she couldn't say a word.


Kinda turned into a cliffie but oh well it's the best I could come up with without missing my deadline =P Idk if it's that good, but I did make it about 40 minutes before my own deadline. Please review! I wanna know how many of you are still out there!

Btw Maggie (Defying-Gravity-ForGood) says thanks for the prayers to her dog and also Noodle gives big kisses and cuddles for all the help. Thanks, guys! ^_^