(AN: I think I can wrap this story up now.)

What Glinda Did

A day came when the Wizard bade farewell to the people of Oz. He organized a complete ceremony, where he gave a speech about how he would leave in his balloon to confer, converse and otherwise hob-nob with the other Wizards up in the sky. His last decree, as Wizard, was to elect Glinda the Good as ruler of the people of Oz.

Just as he was about to leave, he leaned over to Glinda, clad in a crisp, clean pale blue bubble gown, complete with sparkling tiara and crystal-snowflake-tipped wand, and whispered something in her ear.

The departure went off without a hitch and soon the Wizard had left Oz.

"Well," Glinda said, approaching the Throne Room, where a certain dark-clad figure was reclining in the now vacant seat of the Wizard. "That went well."

"I'm sure it did, my pretty." Elphaba replied.

Suddenly, Glinda let out a loud gasp.

"What?" Elphaba asked. "What is it?"

"We forgot about Dorothy!" she exclaimed. "Oh, dear Oz! She's all alone back at Kiamo Ko, probably afraid out of her little mind."

"Don't worry," Elphaba said. "I'll take care of her."

"Please don't scare her," Glinda stated. "I rather liked that Dorothy girl."

"Rather annoying, if you ask me." Elphaba replied. She made a quick scan of the Throne Room, still rather trashed from the battle with Kumbricia, and picked up her broom-stick and hat. Those had been thrown aside by the guards when she had been captured, and now she was free to retrieve them.

"You will come back, though, won't you?" Glinda asked.

"Maybe," Elphaba smirked. "Maybe not. After all, I'm the Wicked Witch of the West!"

With a devil-may-care laugh, Elphaba shot out of the Emerald Palace. Glinda gave out a sigh, feeling strangely grounded and lonely without her green-skinned companion.

Her thoughts drifted now to the huge bubble floating in the Throne Room. Had she really conjured it to protect them? It seemed so outlandish: Elphaba had always been the one with magical powers. She, Glinda, hadn't really been that great in Madam Morrible's sorcery class - her entrance essay was pretty much all about whether or not wands should be pointed or topped.

But now, grown up and having done things - saving Elphaba and all of Oz from whatever evils lurked inside the Grimmerie - Glinda was a different person. Magic or no magic, she had a job to do, as the new ruler of Oz. She had to put to rights everything that the Wizard and Madam Morrible had ruined.

The Wizard! The Grimmerie! It all seemed so much, such a daunting task. She had hoped to have cleared Elphaba's name and have her helping her with the task that lay before her, but Elphaba hadn't mentioned that to the Wizard, and now she was gone, with the Grimmerie wrapped up tightly in a dark green bag and hanging beneath her cloak. They had decided that, since fire or any kind of weapon known to man (or woman) could not destroy it, they would have to place it beyond the reach of anybody in Oz.

That night, the new ruler of Oz lay half-awake in her royal bed-chamber. Jellia Jamb, now her official aid, had come through fabulously. She took messages for her, kept the kingdom running while Glinda would be sleeping, and all of that while maintaining such a lovely demeanor and a bright, smiling face.

She deserves a raise, Glinda thought.

A dark silhouetted figure appeared on the broad balcony just before her. Glinda called out to the figure by name.

"You wicked old thing," she smiled. "You certainly took your time."

A black, tall-peaked and wide-brimmed hat was thrown to the floor. Their arms entwined, and Glinda let her head lean back as the tall green-skinned woman kissed her. Her heart skipped a beat: at last they would get to do it!

In the dim light of the candle on the nearby vanity, Glinda could see Elphaba's eyes. Dark brown with flecks of gray. She had never seen her mother, and bringing up her sister would just be inappropriate, as would explaining why she would say it. So instead, she whispered into Elphaba's ear.

"You have such lovely eyes."

(AN: She finally gets to, well, you know. I'll leave what happens next to your imaginations.)

(So ends the Grimmerie series, with a lot of ideas taken from Out of Oz, if you didn't catch it. What do you think? All's well that ends well? Any questions you might have? I'm open!)