A/N: Ok, here goes chapter 2. Yay! I was watching Supernatural and Gilmore Girls tonight- both had Wizard of Oz references!
Gilmore Girls:
Paris: And I haven't been able to sleep through the night since I saw the Wizard of Oz. Thanks, Mom.
Ha! Paris is scared of Elphaba…or, knowing Paris, Glinda.
Supernatural- well, the episode was called 'Scarecrow,' and the one guy walks up to the scarecrow and goes,
"If only I had a brain."
Hee hee, it's homicidal Fiyero!
Why is my computer so freaking slow? Argh.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Wicked, just a copy of the book and the songs on my iPod.
"Where is he, Shell, tell me before-"
"Before you turn me into a toad?"
"Shut the hell up, Shell!"
"No need to get so touchy, Elphaba. I'll tell you where this Fiyero person is. He's here, in Southstairs, down with some of the Animals that have been locked up for dissent-" Elphaba moved for the door swiftly, but Shell blocked her.
"Not so fast, Elphie."
"Whatever do you mean, 'not so fast,' Shell, I've told you all you wanted to know, not that you managed to ask anything that might have been useful to the government, great interrogator that you are, and what were you doing in here in the first place, since you quite obviously didn't know I was here?"
Shell turned red.
"He's been going to give medicine to a lot of prisoners on the way," Liir piped up. "All of them young women, and some of them really didn't appreciate being treated, they were screaming and crying-" Shell turned redder, and Elphaba turned forest green, her mind making the connections quite a bit quicker than Liir's.
"Shell, are you- do you mean to say you've been- are you raping the prisoners in here?"
Shell shuffled his feet and said nothing. Elphaba slapped him. Hard.
"Is that what you were-" Liir gasped. Elphaba looked at him askance.
"And you've only just figured that out?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"You hit me," whined Shell. Elphaba kicked him in the groin.
"OW!"
"Well, maybe now at least you won't be abusing prisoners for at least a week," said Elphaba sniffily. "Bastard."
"Oh, me, really, Elphaba."
"What in Oz is that supposed to mean, you disgusting pervert?"
"I've heard the rumors, about the Wizard, and Mother's green bottle-"
"So what, I'm not Frex's daughter, does it matter? He certainly would approve far less of what you're doing than of anything I've done-"
"Really, Miss Wicked Witch of the West?"
"I can't do a sorcery right to save my life-"
"You've had an affair."
"With a consenting adult, you twit, and so did Mother and Father."
"What?"
"Nanny told me, Father and Mother both had an affair with a Quadling called Turtle Heart, he may have been Nessa's father."
"They both did?"
"Yes, Shell."
"And you call me perverted!"
"Oh, don't worry, rape is still far worse, and you've got several kicks coming yet, and far worse, too, Shell."
Shell winced. Liir wanted to laugh at him, but, fearing the wrath of Elphaba's booted feet, kept it to himself.
"Uh, right, Fiyero- let's go get him," said Shell, hurrying to change the subject and unlock the door.
"Good, let's hope you can at least control yourself till we get there," Elphaba remarked.
"Witch," Shell hissed under his breath. Elphaba kicked him again.
"You'd better hope I'm not," she commented.