Wednesday-I am back!! And happy to report short update time for me! I am so proud :D Haha : I just finished watching Pushing Daisies :D Kristin Chenoweth rocks! I picked up that she used the word wicked in one her lines and being obsessive (which I most definitely am) I spazed xD

Friday-Haha wow I have been working on this for 4 days oo That is the longest it has ever taken me to write a chapter…weird…also that may be to the fact that this is the longest chapter I have ever written. Well…I just finshed watching episode 4 of Ugly Betty and almost cried and then came to work on this…I feel a case of writer's block coming on… :\ I am hoping it will die before it gets any worse… Anyways…Enjoy!! As Always -Greengirl16

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Dorothy ran as fast as she could breathing heavily and trying to ignore the cramp she was starting to get in her side. The witch was alive! How was this possible?! She was certain the witch had melted when she had thrown the bucket of water on her. Then how was she standing looking at her about 20 minutes ago? Oz's greatest enemy was back and even worse she had failed the Ozian's and hadn't killed the witch. What if the Ozian's hate me now?! Dorothy started to panic in her flight to wherever she planned on going, she hadn't decided yet.

Dorothy glanced up and saw a clearing in the woods, 'thank goodness' she thought. A rush of adrenaline filled her body and she pushed as hard as possible to reach the clearing which was only a few yards away. She continued running, thinking 'only a few more feet… only a few more inches c'mon you can make it…' and she was so concentrated on her feet moving she didn't see the thing in front of her and collided with it head on falling to the ground.

"Ow…," Dorothy said, rubbing her head. Her vision was blurry for a second, but then cleared and she focused on the pair of feet in front of her. Her eyes widened and her eyes followed up the body until she was staring into the eyes of the person she had collided with. She gasped and her hands flew to her mouth.

"Dorothy," the person questioned.

"Tin man," Dorothy exclaimed, hopping up and embracing her old friend in a warm hug.

"What are you doing here?"

"I am not quite sure myself. There was another twister and well her I am!"

"And why are you in such a rush…?"

Dorothy's eyes widened as the terrible memories rushed back to her. "Oh Tin man! I have the most terrible news! Ididn'tkillthewitchandIfailedOzandshe'sshe'…she'swellthewitchisalive-"

"Dorothy," the Tin man cut her off, "If you want me to understand what you're saying you're going to need to slow down."

Dorothy sighed, "Okay…The witch is alive!!"

"What," the Tin man exclaimed his face turning to an expression of anger, "How is that possible?"

"I don't know! I have been trying to figure that out myself!"

The Tin man's eyes narrowed, "Wait…how do you know this?"

"I was visiting the Scarecrow in his cabin and then she appeared and she seemed really angry so I ran as fast as I could away from there and…"

"And what?!"

Dorothy swore under her breath causing the Tin man to raise his metallic eyebrows. "I kind of left my daughter behind."

"Daughter?"

"Yeah Nessa," Dorothy explained actually using Vanessa's nickname.

The Tin Man's eyes widened, "You're related to Nessa," he choked.

"Yeah…Vanessa Travis. She just likes being called Nessa. I have no idea why."

'Oh the irony' the Tin man thought, calming his nerves.

"So the witch is alive…" the Tin man said once more to himself and sat down.

Dorothy nodded and glanced up. She soon noticed a shimmer of green gleaming through the trees. She got up and walked the last few inches to the clearing and gasped at the sight before her. She had made it! The Emerald City lay before her causing her face light up.

"It's a beautiful sight isn't it," the Tin man said looking towards the Emerald City Palace with a longing look in his eyes.

Dorothy sighed and realized what she had to do. "I am going to have to announce my failure to Oz…," she said out loud. "I guess that means we're off to see Glinda the Good."

If the Tin man had a heart it would have stopped, "Gl-Gl-Glinda," he stuttered.

"Yes Glinda, now come on don't be a coward!" Dorothy took the Tin Man's hand and started to drag him towards the Emerald Palace. They weren't that far so they would probably reach it later that afternoon.

"We're screwed," Elphaba said, pacing the room. All eyes were on her and she continued to panic.

"Don't worry Fae, we'll straighten things out," Fiyero said in an attempt to comfort her.

"Fiyero all hope is lost. Half of Oz probably already knows I am alive. You know how big of a mouth that girl has!"

'She has a point,' Fiyero thought, but would never dare to say that aloud.

"Okay, will please explain who you are again," Vanessa asked for about the billionth time.

"I am Elphaba Tiggular, formally Elphaba Thropp or as people like to call me The Wicked Witch of the West. I am dead to Oz. They believed your mother melted me with a bucket of water. Something about my soul being so unclean pure water could melt me…? Ha. The Wizard and Morrible's lies got more ridiculous every time."

"I still don't get it."

"I guess stupidity runs in your family," Elphaba muttered under her breath. She continued to pace around ignoring Vanessa's unintelligent outbursts.

Dorothy and the Tin man gazed up at the Emerald City Palace in front of them. Dorothy knocked and soon a man wearing a green suit answered the door.

"State your business," the man said unenthusiastically.

"I am Dorothy Gale Travis, here to see Glinda the Good with terrible news concerning Oz's safety."

"Dorothy Gale," the man exclaimed, "Right this way!" He led them down many corridors until he stopped in front of a large wooden door, "Just a minute," he said. Then entered, "You goodness, someone is here to see you," Dorothy overheard him say. He came back out and nodded at them, giving them permission to enter.

Glinda glanced up, "Dorothy," she exclaimed, "What a pleasant surprise!"

The Tin man could see right through Glinda's façade and knew that she was uncomfortable and unhappy.

"What brings you back to Oz," Glinda questioned.

"Another Twister."

'Hopefully you didn't kill anyone this time,' Glinda thought. "Oh, so where is the rest of your crew," Glinda said trying to remain clam in the face of Elphie's murderer.

"Well I ran off on the Scarecrow and I am not sure about the Cowardly Lion, but as you can see I ran into the Tin man and convinced him to travel with me."

Glinda turned her attention to the Tin man standing slightly behind Dorothy and to the left. She flashed him a smile that would have made his heart flutter… if he still had one which he didn't due to Elph- the witch's wicked spell.

Dorothy spoke up, "Lady Glinda… I have come with bad news…"

'Spit it out,' Glinda's inner thoughts screamed. Glinda gave Dorothy a look that clearly meant for her to continue.

"The wicked witch…," Dorothy trailed off.

"Yes…" Glinda said becoming slightly annoyed.

"The Wicked Witch is alive!"

"Excuse me?"

"She is! I saw her with my own eyes. She was in the Scarecrow's cabin. That is why I ditched him!"

"Why would the Witch be in the Scarecrow's cabin," Glinda asked flinching after calling Elphie a witch. "The Scarecrow was a witch hunter so it doesn't make sense she would be there. Unless…" Glinda trailed off.

"Unless what?"

"Nothing." Glinda's mind started to wander and Dorothy continued to rant about failing Oz. Why would Elphaba be with the Scarecrow? Was it possible they had become friends or maybe she loved him! Glinda always had loved romance so she had to add love as a possible scenario to this situation. She felt as if she was missing a vital puzzle piece, but she was stumped and out of ideas.

Her focus turned back to Dorothy who was still talking, "She threw many fireballs at Scarecrow so it doesn't make sense that he was with her! Unless… she is trying to get revenge on all of the witch hunters! Oh Dear! That means I am next," Dorothy said starting to panic.

"Dorothy, I think I need some time alone to think. I'll send someone when I figure out a solution to this…problem," Glinda said hoping Dorothy didn't realize how fake that sounded.

"Of course," Dorothy replied and left abruptly, not wanting to make Lady Glinda mad at her.

Glinda walked off in the opposite direction, down a hall and sat down in a large comfy chair in one of her sitting rooms. Memories from Dorothy's last visit flooded her mind.

Glinda sat crying in a chair curled up in a ball, and had makeup streaks streaming down her cheeks. "Could this week get any worse," she asked, to no one in particular through her tears.

Soon she heard the door open and someone enter. A person turned the corner and saw her sitting there crying, "Sweet Oz are you alright," they asked and walked towards her.

Glinda squinted to see who it was and soon recognized it to be one of the farm girls friends, the Scarecrow.

"It's all my fault," Glinda wailed.

The Scarecrow rubbed her back and coaxed her, "What's your fault?"

"I could have saved him," she said trying to catch her breath, but she couldn't stop her sobs.

"Calm down, who could you have saved?"

"Fi- Fi Fiyero," she sobbed, "He was my ex- fiancé. I was mad at him for leaving me for my best friend, and earlier this week there was a conflict in Colwen Grounds. The guards took him away and killed him," Glinda said breaking down in fresh tears, "I could have saved him, but I just stood there and watched him being dragged away to his death. My friend's heart is probably broken! I was too mad over the fact that he choose her over me and I just choose to watch, but now I realize that he never loved me and never would and I let him die because I was mad. He didn't deserve to die. Oh Oz, What have I done?!"

"People make mistakes," the Scarecrow told her reassuringly.

"I watched him die! I am so selfish and a terrible friend. She will never be able to forgive me and Fiyero's last thoughts were probably about how much he hated me. I didn't want our relationship to end like that. I still love him even though he is dead and never loved me. If he had survived he would have never forgave me either, but he died…and it's all my fault!"

"I am sure Fiyero would have forgiven you."

Glinda looked up into the Scarecrow's eyes and something told her he was right. "You think?"

"Yes I do. And I am sure you and your friend will sort things out soon. Just give her some space, but soon you two will make up."

"Scarecrow? Scarecrow?! Where did you go," a voice called from the hallway.

The Scarecrow stood up to leave, "Well I guess I'll see you around."

Glinda smiled and gave the Scarecrow a hug, "Thank you for listening."

"Anytime," the Scarecrow said smiling and left, leaving Glinda alone with her thoughts once more.

"Oh Elphie," Glinda said, shaking that memory from her mind, "This lie can't be true. I saw you die. You couldn't have lied to me. Best Friends tell each other everything…," Glinda started to tear up. "I miss you so much, Elphie. I hope the rumor is true and you are alive…" Tears were now rolling down Glinda's cheeks.

Glinda got up and walked back to her bedroom and opened her closet. She reached way in the back and pulled out an old hat box and dusted it off. She gently lifted the lid and picked up the black hat inside. She took the hat and lay on down on her bed. Soon Glinda drifted off to sleep, hugging the familiar black hat to her chest. Pleasant dreams filled her mind about her and Elphie back at Shiz.

Glinda was awakened by violent shaking. She looked up and saw Dorothy with her hands on her hips glaring down at her.

Glinda was slightly confused.

"Will you please explain this," Dorothy screeched pointing to the black hat next to Glinda.

I was going to end it happy and complete, but then I realized cliff hangers are always more fun :) Please forgive me and my act of cruelness towards you and review! Click the blue tempting button!! It's really simple and makes me have a good day :D