I'm still trying to figure out why you crazy people like this story so much. Honestly you're crazy. :) But I love you guys once again in a non-creepy way (if it exists).
Chapter 8
Don't Speak
Fiyero raced through the hallways, avoiding every servant and guard as he cradled Elphaba's cold body next to his chest. He stopped at a crossed hall way, it intersected through the Throne room. He wildly looked both ways before proceeding forward seeing there was no one there. When he arrived in his rooms Glinda was sitting there waiting for him.
"I'm sorry!" She gasped, even before she saw he had Elphaba, tears were rising to her eyes.
"She's not dead you know, sweet Oz. Have a little faith." Glinda shook her head. "No, that's not what I mean. Morrible came and took the execution papers; I don't know why… just all of the sudden she was here…"
"NO!" He hissed, placing Elphaba on his navy blue plush bed, locking the door behind him and rummaging around his desk for any of the forms, if she even forgot just one paper the execution could be prevented or at least delayed. Glinda watched him helplessly with large green sparkling eyes, her large gown tucked beneath her because she knew he wouldn't find anything.
"I'm sorry Fiyero…" She said, standing and putting one petite hand on his shoulder.
"But… Fae… we just got her back, Glin." He walked to where Elphaba lay on his bed and sat next to her head. He sadly swept her ebony streaked dark brown hair that framed her face. He leaned in and kissed her forehead.
"Fiyero?" She whispered, he eyes quivering open weakly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. Rest." He said softly. She shook her head and sat up, pushing up against the mahogany backboard.
"Water." She croaked, looking to Glinda who quickly got up and made her way to the private kitchen that joined hers and Fiyero's rooms. She came back with a glass and put it into Elphaba's hand who drank it ravenously. "Oz, I swear while Morrible was using that spell she didn't make me eat or drink anything." She said lightly, meeting Glinda's and Fiyero's grim expressions. "What? You're both looking at me like I'm dead."
She set the glass down on Fiyero's bedside table, already looking better. "For Oz sakes say something." She snapped impatiently, eyes flashing with confusion.
"Morrible's going to have you executed." He said, voice quavering. Glinda immediately burst into tears and fell into Elphaba's arms who just caught her and began to stroke her back comfortingly as she whispered a stream of soothing into her ear. Her crying slowly became a low whimper.
A pain expression crossed her face. She had caused them so much pain… "Glinda." She said softly, nudging her gently. "Get me the Grimmerie. I don't know where you guys put it but I had it when I came."
Fiyero stood and made his way to his closet, not wanting Glinda to get up he pulled Elphaba's satchel from an iron safe. "It was necessary." He said simply, handing it back to her.
"Glinda, Fiyero. I don't have to have to die." She said slowly, waiting for the words to sink in they she leafed through the Grimmerie going to the proper page. "We can go back. If you agree, before any of… this happened. But I have a favor to ask of you first."
"Anything." They both said at the same time. Elphaba smiled. "Wipe my memory, Glinda. Please."
"No! Elphie I can't!"
"Glinda!" She interrupted, taking her hands within hers. "Please! I don't want to remember what I did… here this spell will… just wipe what I want to it'll be okay… I'll still be the same Elphaba from Shiz." It wasn't a complete lie.
"Okay." Glinda said warily, taking the Grimmerie.
"I will be knocked out for a little while, but as soon as we get back to Shiz… I'll be okay guys." She showed Glinda the pages and the proper way to chant the spells. "Ready?"
"Ready." Elphaba said, with a deep intake of breath. She wouldn't know them… she would go back to her life before; the spell would really wipe her memory from her first day at Shiz. They would be together… they were perfect and didn't need her. She had only caused them grief.
"Pergat oblítus atum… Pergat oblítus atum…" Glinda repeated over and over again, slowly Elphaba's eyes closed. Glinda turned to Fiyero who was now supporting Elphaba. He nodded. "Let's go, I hate this place." He ripped the medals from his uniform shirt and put them on his bed.
"Okay," Glinda flipped to the page, casting him one last glance. "Ad beatitudinem perducat, Ad beatitudinem perducat…" The ground and ceiling swirled in front of them and rose to meet them.
Fiyero blinked his eyes open, the view. It looked like Shiz University as the sun peaked through the high towers of the astronomy building. A small smile graced his lips. Glinda stood next to him and offered him a hand. They stood and Fiyero took a step back, looking at the sight in front of him. He stepped on someone's foot who drew back with a colorful stream of curses as she dropped her books.
He turned around quickly helping them pick up their books. "Oz! I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there-"
"That's for sure!" She hissed.
The person also reached down to pick up the books. Her hand was green.
"Elphaba!" He said suddenly, hugging her.
Elphaba pushed him off her. "Who the hell do you think you are? Get off of me and join your pretty blonde girlfriend." She cast a glance at Glinda who gaped at her, eyes wide. "Elphie-"
Elphaba rolled her eyes, sauntering off carrying her books. "What?" Fiyero said dumbstruck as he watched her go to Nessa and kneel beside her chair, smiling.
"She… doesn't remember us. She did this on purpose! She- she knew…. And Elphie!" Fiyero held her back.
"Don't get yourself worked up, Glin… we'll have to make our way back to her but…. I never even got to tell her I love her." He said sadly, still watching as she sat on the sidelines, her nose in a book.
The chapter today comes from Glee's version of 'Don't Speak'. Condolences to Cory's friends and family, and especially to Lea. They were to get married in two weeks.
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