(AN: I'm glad you liked the last chapter. The idea, of course, came from the many shots of the actresses from Wicked swapping costumes. As much as I'd love to have eons worth of humorous book/musical references in this story, I do have to be getting to the story proper.)
Another Disappearance
Elphaba woke up that morning with a profound head-ache. The memory of last night's drinking answering why she was so blurred. She was sleeping in Glinda's bed in Glinda's room of the castle.
Looking down at herself, she saw, with great shock, that she was also wearing Glinda's clothes. She screamed, very uncharacteristic of her. But then again, this was not her usual attire.
From somewhere down the castle halls, she could hear a voice laughing. It was a female voice, and a grown one at that.
At least, as 'grown' as that person could be called.
"Glinda!" she growled.
Jumping up to her feet, and realizing just how tall she was, and how this tiny pink frock showed more than enough of her body than she wished to be seen, Elphaba stormed out of the room. Standing there, with a bed-sheet wrapped around her body, and Elphaba's broom-stick in her hand, was Glinda.
"Elphie, please! Don't do anything you might regret?"
"Like what, turn you into a newt?" Elphaba returned.
"Well, that would be very regrettable..."
"What in Oz's name have you done to me?"
"You shouldn't have made me wear black!" Glinda retorted.
"I will strangle you!" Elphaba replied, making a lunge for her broom. Of course, the green woman didn't mean it. She was just hot with embarrassment. Glinda, however, was trying hard not to laugh.
"Oh, Elphie, you look so cute in pink!" she said.
"Glinda, I swear if anyone sees me like this..."
As if to compound this awkward moment, the squawk of one of the Flying Monkeys could be heard. They both turned to the sound, but then Elphaba grabbed the sheet off Glinda and pulled it over herself.
The little blond gave a yelp, and it was then that Elphaba noticed that she wasn't wearing anything else under the sheet.
"Elphie!" she whined.
"Serves you right for taking my clothes when I was asleep," Elphaba returned.
"But I'm..." She waved over herself.
"Well endowed?"
"Oh, Elphie..." Glinda blushed.
The noise of flapping wings sounded at the window that was just at hand.
So it was that Chistery found the Witch and her little blond friend, both of them wrapped together in a single bed-sheet.
"Oh, not the chalk-board again!" Elphaba sighed as Chistery started to write a note. "Chistery, you've got to at least try to speak. If you don't, you'll never remember how to speak again!"
But the Monkey wasn't listening. A quick scribble later, then he delivered the board and a rolled-up green newspaper into Elphaba's hands. Since she only had one, Glinda took the green newspaper and Elphaba the board.
You should wear pink more often. Elphaba gasped, then noticed a bit of frilly lace sticking out at a corner of the bed-sheet just below her hip.
Elphaba scowled and Chistery flew off before she could reprimand him for his behavior. Glinda, meanwhile, was opening the newspaper.
"Oh no!" she sighed. "Elphie, look!"
She handed the paper to Elphaba, who suddenly became a very pale shade of green.
"What's wrong, Elphie?"
"This can't be happening!" the green woman shook her head. "This shouldn't be happening again! No, we destroyed it!"
"Elphie..."
A startled scream pulled them towards the hall. Standing there, with eyes as big as plates, was Dorothy. Looking down, Glinda noticed that she had let go of her part of the sheet. Uttering a nervous giggle and turning an abashed shade of pink, she endeavored to restore her modesty.
"Good morning, Dorothy," Glinda said. "Um, could you give us a moment?"
But Dorothy was too stunned to say anything or even move.
"Just go!" Glinda urged.
"Get!" Elphaba snapped.
That seemed to be enough umph to get wee Dorothy out of the hallway.
"You do this to me again," Elphaba said to Glinda. "And I will hide all your clothes, so you'll have nothing to wear but black!"
Glinda gasped in horror. "You wouldn't!"
"I just might!"
With a tug, she had taken the sheet with her back to Glinda's bedroom. Elphaba collapsed on the corner of the bed, staring pensively out the window. When Glinda, still wearing nothing, entered the room, she saw a very forlorn-looking Elphaba hunched over, sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Elphie, what's wrong?" Elphaba didn't say anything. Glinda climbed onto the bed and wrapped her arms around Elphaba from behind.
"Mmm," she sighed against Elphaba's pink-clad green back.
Silence filled the castle. Only the rustle of the wind penetrated every crack and crevice, howling like the Oz-mists of Gilikin.
"They've happened again," Elphaba said.
"What's happened, dear?" Glinda sighed.
"Someone's disappeared."
Glinda lifted her head up from Elphaba's shoulders.
"B-But that only happened when..."
"I know," Elphaba returned. She was going over and over again the events of that morning in Center Munch, when they had destroyed the Grimmerie. Was it not enough? She was sure of her powers - thanks to Glinda's little pep-talk - and could have boiled the Restwater Lake if need be. But her fire, it seemed, was not strong enough...
She sighed in weary resignation.
(AN: Short, but to the point)
(Somewhere back in A Stumble in the Dark, Glinda transformed in my mind's eye into Louise Dearman. I love her, she's so adorable and has some of the cutest pictures of her as Glinda [you could put lol-speak subtitles to each one and they would make sense, she's that adorable]. That is why Grimmerie-Elphaba from Elphaba is Plotting Against Me looked like Rachel Tucker. Originally she didn't really have a face, since it was being transformed by you-know-who [not Voldemort]. Now I'm just like 'What the hell, let her have that face')
(Silly stuff here, I know. Couldn't resist. As far as Glinda's physical measurements, I'll leave that to imagination. I've always imagined her being well-endowed [like Kristin Chenoweth], but that's just me.)
(Now it's time for the story! Stuff will start happening, so make sure you read well.)