I apologize for the long update I feel really guilty and I have been working on this chapter for a while now but writer's block keeps coming and going and life has really been busy and has gotten in the way. I am currently working on updating all of my stories so those of you who read them don't worry I haven't forgotten them. I have half of one of my chapters written for another story. I can't make any promises to when they will be posted due to writers block that I get frequently and just life matters that sadly comes before fan fiction. However, I am hoping they will all be up by Christmas. Once again sorry for the wait in the update. I hope you enjoy! As Always -Greengirl16

Pumpkin Pie for:
Mini Librarian
gilgrissomlover
liz1015
elphie-the-wicked
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lady marauder

A/N: I apologize for any grammar mistakes or typos. I revised this about 5 times and I have spelled checked it more times than I can count, but sometimes mistakes slip through the cracks…

Glinda sprang out of her bed, "I can-I can explain," she stuttered for the first time in her life.

"You better explain because I am about to go report this to the Gale Force! Maybe I can actually trust them!"

"No I swear you can trust me!"

"It sure doesn't seem that way," Dorothy yelled and waved the hat in the air.

Glinda, who hadn't realized she was now backed into a corner, collapsed to the ground, "Look… I knew her."

"You knew her. Who didn't know her? She was infamous!"

"We attended the same college and she was my roommate," Glinda said and then glanced up and muttered sorry under her breath. Elphaba would surely kill her if she had known what she had just said.

"The witch attended college? Weren't you afraid of rooming with someone so evil?"

"She never was evil and please she has a name!"

"And what might that be?"

"Her name was Elphaba," Glinda said looking at the ground.

"What kind of name is that?"

Glinda glared at her and stood up, "Look I have tried my hardest to be nice to you, but you are pushing my buttons and I have had it with you! Don't you dare insult Elphie because you didn't know how kind of a person she was!"

Dorothy looked stunned, "No- no one has ever yelled at me before," her lip started to quiver. Glinda rolled her eyes and left the room slamming the door as she exited.

Dorothy looked around once more at the enormous throne room and then sprinted to the room she was staying in. She swung open the door causing the Tin man to jump, "We are leaving," Dorothy announced.

"What? Wait no we can't leave" the Tin man protested.

"Fine then I am leaving," and with those words Dorothy turned on her heels and left the palace.

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Glinda was roaming the east gardens attempting to let off some steam. How dare Dorothy threaten her? Who did she think she was? That stupid farm girl. A rustle in the bushes caught her attention.

Her eyes winced and then widened, "Scarecrow?"

He looked up and had look on his face that resembled a child's got-your-hand-caught-in-the-cookie-jar-look. "Hello Lady Glinda."

"What are you doing hiding under a bush."

"Ummm…nothing."

Glinda cocked an eyebrow, but decided not to push the issue further.

The scarecrow stood up, "I came to inform you that the rumors you were told are not true."

Glinda was now suspicious, "How do you know I was told some rumors?"

"Dorothy," the scarecrow gave her a half smile.

Glinda suddenly had a wave of déjà vu. "What are you up to…," she asked.

"Nothing I swear!"

Glinda eyed him suspiciously, "I will find out, whether you like it or not."

"I don't know what your talking about so whatever," the Scarecrow replied and then turned and started to walk away.

Glinda found it odd the way the scarecrow addressed her. He was friendly and not formal like the rest of Oz seemed to be around her especially while talking to her. "Have we met," she called out before she had time to think.

The scarecrow turned around, "Well there was that time in the library…"

Thoughts of that memory flooded her mind once again, "No before that."

The scarecrow looked as if he was thinking, "Nope," he then turned and continued to walk away.

Glinda continued to watch him as he walked away. She knew she had met him somewhere! He seemed way too familiar to be just a case of déjà vu. She searched her brain for a scarecrow she searched her earliest memories, but she just could not place him! She soon became so aggravated she gave up. She stared up at the sky and noticed it was getting dark. She headed back to her room and got ready for bed. As she fell asleep, thoughts of the scarecrow's strange behavior flooded her mind.

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Glinda was awaken by shaking, "Ughhh… what time is it," she muttered, half awake.

"5:30," one of her maids answered.

"5:30!?"

"Yes, you have to get ready. You have 7 speeches to deliver today."

"Why 7?"

"It's the Wicked Witch of the West's melting anniversary!"

"Oh yeah… of course…" Glinda had totally forgotten the day she most dreaded was this week. She sighed, and then reluctantly got up to take a shower.

An hour later Glinda emerged from her bedroom, dressed and ready, or so she thought, to face the day. The palace was already crowded and servants were running in every direction with banners for the days' events.

One lone figure sitting in a corner on a bench caught Glinda's attention. It was the Scarecrow and he looked particularly upset. She walked over to the bench and sat down next to him. The two sat there in silence, what seemed like forever, watching each other closely. They sighed in unison. Finally the scarecrow spoke up, "What's bothering you?"

Glinda didn't know why, but she felt like she could trust him. "Can I tell you something that you have to promise to never mention?"

"Yeah….?"

"I knew her," Glinda said in a hushed tone.

"Knew who," the scarecrow asked pretending not to know.

"The witch. Her name was Elphaba."

"I know," Glinda looked puzzled. "I went to school with her," the scarecrow explained. It wasn't a lie, but not exactly the whole story either.

"Really," Glinda's eyes lit up, "Me too… well college. We were roommates!"

Glinda stopped and became very serious, "Do you have something against her?"

"No why?"

"Then why were you a witch hunter?"

"Because," the scarecrow sighed, "because Dorothy asked me to travel with her and because I was bored."

"Bored?!"

"I didn't mean it like that," the scarecrow explained. "It didn't start as a witch hunt you know? We were just traveling to the Emerald City to meet the Wizard of Oz so Dorothy could get back home. I never planned on killing or hunting any witches."

"Ladies and Gentlemen," a speaker shouted outside the door, "Let us celebrate the 20th year anniversary of the death of the Wicked Witch of the West!!!" The crowd broke out in cheers.

"Well it's your first celebration in the Emerald City you better go give a speech with the Tin Man and the Lion. I was told this morning that he arrived yesterday."

The scarecrow stood up to leave, "You know just because I watched the scene of the witch's death doesn't mean I am a witch hunter. I am merely portrayed as a hero because of Dorothy and because I witnessed her death. In truth, I took no part in her melting."

Glinda pondered this.

"Lady Glinda, sorry to interrupt, but your speech starts in five minutes," a maid said.

"Oh of course. If you'll excuse me," Glinda said gesturing the scarecrow.

"Of course, see ya."

"Bye," Glinda turned and left, looking back every few minutes.

Glinda stepped out into the chilly morning air and she tried not to squint as the sun shone in her eyes. The crowd roared.

"Fellow Ozians…" the crowd quieted down, "Let us be glad, let us be grateful Let us rejoicify that goodness could subdue, the wicked workings of you-know-who," she smiled a fake smile and waved, then continued.

"No one mourns the wicked" the crowd shouted in unison. They knew this speech like the back of their hands. Glinda always gave this speech on the anniversary of Elphie's melting. A haunting reminder that Elphie was gone and it made Glinda guilty knowing what kind of amazing things Elphaba could have accomplished if the Wizard and Morrible had not ruined her life.

"Why does wickedness happen," someone asked as someone did every year.

Glinda sighed and looked out and the enormous crowd, "Because of lies. Powerful people spread lies and people believe them."

Everyone gasped at this revelation and the fact she had changed her speech. Oz was no longer as great as it seemed to be. "How do we stop these lies and people from believing them," people started to ask.

"We can't."

Ozians were in shock. Their ruler had just informed them of terrible news on this day that was supposed to be celebrated. The crowd was now in distress. Glinda tried to calm them down, but it was useless. She walked off the balcony and reentered the palace just in time to see a vanishing figure and a flash of light. Something strange was going on, she was almost certain of it. A wave of determination washed over her. She would find out what was going on, no matter what.

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A light shone in the cabin and soon Fiyero stood by Elphaba. She let out a sigh of relief, "Thank Oz you're alright. How did it go?"

"You mean me checking to make sure Oz doesn't think you're alive?"

"Noo," Elphaba said sarcastically.

Fiyero looked puzzled for a second then continued, "Well I ran into Glinda."

"You what?!"

"Don't worry Fae, she suspects nothing," he lied. It wasn't smart of him, but Elphaba already worried too much.

Elpahaba cocked her eyebrows. It didn't seem like the truth, but she didn't think Fiyero would lie to her so she let it go…for now. "Alright… but I swear if all of Oz comes knocking at this cabin door with pitch forks and flaming torches I will personally detach all of your limbs."

"But the spell…?"

"There are such things as scissors."

"Scissors? You're threatening me with scissors?"

"Yes, they are great for cutting materials," she glared at him.

Fiyero looked a little nervous and then left the room. Elphaba smirked. She knew he was hiding something and she didn't like knowing that. She just hoped that they were still safe and their identities or location had been discovered…

Hope You liked it and it was worth the wait sorry if some parts sucked. I felt really guilty and I wanted to update so I had to work through my writer's block it worked out eventually...I think and hope :) Please review to let me know you're still reading and then I will feel guilty and update again :P Thanks for reading!