A/N: Uh... Yeah, I've never actually seen the Wicked Musical, so, ah... I didn't know that my story actually works better than I first thought it would... (I won't spoil what I just found out from too much YouTube-age for those who plan to see the show at some point at some location and haven't yet. Please don't spoil it in the reviews either my peeps!). So I guess that my Elphaba and Glinda really are more Musical than Book. (I do plan to read the book... ah... sometime... really :))

A/N #2: Sorry about the long wait between chapters. I had some seriously major writers block. Ugh... it wasn't pretty... but, now it's like a dam has burst, so... it's just a matter of, when will my hands give out from all the typing (I write most of my stuff first, then input it into the computer)... so far, no pain... :)

"Grumpy. Where's Happy going?"

Grumpy glanced from one side to the other to see if there were any Royal soldiers loitering around them. "He's checking the border."

"Really."

Grumpy put down his ax, "Yep. Your Mom's orders. See that Mountain. She Wants us to keep an eye on it, and on the people on it."

"But it's only one side of the border. What about the other sides?"

Grumpy clapped Henry on the back, "That sonny boy, is the same question I had. One day you're gonna be a great leader Henry."

Henry made a face, "I'm not gonna be the King, 'cause Emma totally would never be Queen, and nobody like Mom enough for her to be Queen again, ya know..."

Grumpy glanced around, "That's too bad. Because you- she- and even the Witch would be better than Snow and James."

Henry frowned, "But you're Snow White's friend and guard and stuff."

"True, true, and I will stand by her until she takes her last breath. But she is a much better rebel vagabond then Queen." He paused, "But, enough about things that will never happen. I need help chopping wood. Now, where can I find someone to do that." Henry rolled his eyes, "How 'bout you Strengthy?"

Henry smiled at his nickname, "Okay, okay," he paused, "Do you think my Mom and Emma are doing okay?"

"Oh, those two can take care of themselves."

They were making good time. Mostly in silence. It was a weird silence. Both uncomfortable and comfortable to both of them. But, as with all silences it, it had to be broken. The sun was nearly to it's zenith when Emma asked Regina, "What's your favorite color?" Emma pointed at Regina, "Black is not a color."

"Hazel..."

Emma narrowed her eyes at Regina, "Cute. Real color."

"Green then."

"Why?"

Regina glanced over at Emma with a quizzical look on her face, "It's a color. There's no why. Yours?"

"Don't have one."

Regina changed her look to one of incredulity. "Everyone has a favorite color. Not even brown?"

Emma chuckled and bumped Regina's shoulder. "Sorry."

They were silent again, and this time it was a bit more of a comfortable silence. Regina gave a shot at the questioning. "Edward or Jacob."

Emma laughed, "Oh, definitely the muscly wolf all the way. Just don't tell Phelan I said that. The other guy was a creepy stalker guy. Never liked Angel or Spike either."

Regina paused mid stride after Emma's answer and turned towards the blonde, "You- saw the movie?"

Emma cleared her throat, "Ah... can I say that I was after a bail jumper who, ah... escaped into the theatre?" Regina gave Emma a look and Emma shrugged, "Yeah, I saw it. Whole thing."

Regina moved over and threaded their two hands together and they started walking down the dirt road again, "You were born in Happily Ever After, but it's never been your home, do you miss the US? Movies, TV..."

"...Fast Food?" Regina nodded, "Nah- I mean, who wins, Romney, Santorum, the crazy amphibian, Obama. What do that Red Sox do after the end of last season? Do they ever make another Superman movie that doesn't suck? And, I miss Tank Tops... non-organic fabric. Apparently wool makes me itch."

Regina was silent for so long that Emma squeezed her hand. "Hey. That last thing was a joke. And really, what did I have there. Nothing that I don't have here. Look at me Regina." Regina finally did. They'd stopped again in the middle of the road. Emma cupped Regina's cheek, "What's your favorite apple?"

"Emma..."

Emma cut her off with a kiss, then asked the question again, "What's your favorite Apple?"

"Honeycrisp..."

"Me too..." She paused, "Now, let's get a move on it and find your mysterious inn so I can ravish you properly." Regina wasn't moving. "Look, the whole color thing, that was a metaphor, or maybe an allusion... anyway. I don't have a favorite color, and I love you because I love you. Deal with it."

"I..."

Emma hurfed and pulled Regina along with her down the road, "You can either say... Thank you... or say that you love me too."

"I love you too Emma. I do."

Emma blew out a breath, "Is that what I have to do, get some foofy hatted guy in this place to say religious sounding things over our heads. Or step on something and marry you."

"That's Judaism."

"So, whatever you want. Marry me."

Regina stared at Emma for a long moment, then leaned in and kissed her. "Yes."

Glinda looked out one of the tower windows and spoke to the person coming up the stairs. "Something's coming."

Snow stopped next to Glinda, "Ah, yes. That would be Regina... she's... complicated."

Glinda glanced over at Snow White, "That sounds like a story."

"It is, it's a long story. Involves two worlds... the woman that's Regina's... companion- lover. She's my daughter. And Regina was the one who made it so that we had to..." Snow shook her head, "Practically throw her into the world all alone. But, no matter what I do, I cannot get Emma to realize that she's just part of Regina's- new- evil... wicked... plan."

"Are people born wicked, or do they have wickedness thrust upon them?"

Snow frowned, "Excuse me?"

Glinda shook her head and clasped her hands in front of her. "Sometimes you can't anticipate the disasters, you just have to deal with them as they come."

Snow gave Glinda a look, "Glinda, may I ask... why are you really here?"

Glinda was silent, just gazing out the window. "I'm looking for someone I lost-" Glinda paused, "No, not lost. I let go... I had a choice and was too scared to make the one my heart wanted." She glanced over at Snow, "Brains are overrated. That's what you should do... go with your heart. This Emma, she's your daughter, trust her even if you don't trust Regina."

Snow put a hand on Glinda's arm, "I hope you find- who- you're looking for."

Glinda shook her head, "Even if I do, it may be too late. There's so much to apologize for."

"Stop whistling-" Elphaba ignored the Sheriff of Nottingham. Everyone in Maleficent's little band did.

"I said Stop!" He towered over Elphaba. They were in the library. Elphaba sat in her window seat that looked down the mountain and calmly looked up at the nearly purple in the face man.

"Sheriff, I have a temper- and am green-" She raised an eyebrow, "Try to stop me from whistling."

The Sheriff of Nottingham stared at Elphaba for a long moment, then turned on his heel and left the library. Elphaba chuckled and blinked in surprised. She hadn't laughed a laugh and felt quite so... free and almost happy in so, so long. Not since... She shook her head and looked back down at her book.

That was one advantage this different world had over Oz and the Emerald City. A whole new bunch of reading material for Elphaba.

"What are you doing?" Red rested her chin on top of Phelan's head. "Writing?"

Phelan rolled her eyes and tilted her head back to look up at Red. "Wanna try that again. This time sound like you believe I can write my ABCs?"

Red smiled and kissed Phelan's nose, "What are you writing?"

"Everything. Before I forget it. Not doing a great job of it, but..."

Red picked up a piece of paper and read off of it, "The young Cesario spoke to the dark haired Olivia. Talking of how if he were the Duke Orsino he would sit at her gates until she acknowledged him." Red paused, "Ah... okay."

Phelan handed Red a different piece of paper. "This one's non-fic."

Red read. "On April 19th, 1775, on the green of the town of Lexington in the colony of Massachusetts no one knew who fired the first shot, but it was one that was eventually heard all around the western world. It would do everything from freeing the colonies to become their own country to putting France in such dire financial straits that they had their own revolution."

Red frowned as Phelan took back the papers and put them in their piles. "I still don't know why you're doing this?" She picked up another sheet of paper, "Executive, Judicial, Legislative Branch? None of whatever this is matters anymore Wolf."

Phelan put her quill down and turned to face Red. "Honestly I suck at it, but... something..." She shrugged, "I was once on Lexington green. It was two hundred thirty six years later. And I was a wolf- that's how I could get out of the town when the humans couldn't. It's an okay statue, and the green looks like every other Maine or Massachusetts town green, but... anyway. I just have this feeling that I should do it."

Red shook her head, "I was about to head to the palace."

"Say hi to Snow for me."

Red gave Phelan a kiss, then got her cloak and left for the palace.

Phelan went back to work, though she switched from the writing to the drawings of things only she and the others who remembered Storybrooke would ever recognize.

She managed not to jump when a face appeared in the mirror off to the side of the room. It was Mrs. Malifin... Maleficent. "Wolf."

Phelan paused before she looked over with a smirk, "Hey now, that's a better picture than Facetime."

Maleficent shook her head, "I know not of what you speak, but, I have a proposition for you."

Phelan turned back to the drawing, trying to remember how the hell spark plugs actually worked, not to mention what they were actually for. "No."

Maleficent's head in the mirror smiled, "You haven't heard-"

"No. Leave me be Maleficent."

Maleficent's face seemed to get sharper and closer. "You are not this- a domesticated dog... join me. You're the Big Bad Wolf- you terrify piglets and nearly kill grandmothers." Maleficent boomed, "Take your rightful place at my side."

Phelan turned to the mirror, her arm coming around a second later and a second after that the paperweight exploded the mirror into a thousand shards.

Phelan growled, baring her teeth. "No means no."

There was a cough behind Phelan and she turned, still half wolfed out. It was Granny. Phelan closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths before she opened them again. "Sorry 'bout the mirror."

"It's a mirror. You said no to her." Phelan nodded. "I'm surprised." Phelan shrugged, "Why are you doing all this, why are you letting yourself be... domesticated- why not just say yes to that witch, and take my granddaughter with you. She'd go in a moment, faster even."

Phelan stood, "Regina's curse, the one that none of you remember, well, I remember all of it, as well as my life here. And, her curse was my second chance. I'm not gonna screw it up here this time."

Granny pointed a finger at Phelan, "Make sure you don't or-"

Phelan smirked, "You'll put rocks in my belly and dump me in the nearest water source?"

Granny ignored Phelan's dig, "What are you working on? There's a very large mess of metal and wood in my yard."

Phelan regarded Granny, "You serious?"

Granny raised her eyebrows, "Like a heart attack."

Phelan chuckled, "In that case, follow me. It's easier to show you what I have so far than try and explain it."