A/N: First off, if you've tolerated the first chapter and checked on this one too, I thank you :) To me, that's already an act of kindness. Whether you wrote a post or not, it already meant a great deal to me XD Thank you again.
Yeah I really should clamp my mouth shut... Might as well give you this second chapter.

Chapter 2: Into the Night

Glinda must've tripped numerous times, but her silent "escorts" paid no attention to her. She whimpered, yelped, and squeaked whenever her knees found the rough stone underneath her, but they carried on without as much as a sideways glance at her.

Serves you right, Glinda's mind snapped to her savagely, You and you big mouth, Glinda Upland. And now you're headed to Southstairs… or worse, your head will be rolling on the floors of Southstairs soon. Good job, girl. Good job.

But she reasoned out that she was doing this for Elphie.

They would've found out anyway. You're going to die for giving Elphie a one hour breather.

They were dragging her across parapets now, underneath the night sky. Below them, the Emerald City throbbed to life as the night fell. Glinda looked up, scanning the indigo sky for signs of Elphaba on her magical broom. It was too much to hope for. She looked down on her worn out shoes, wishing for her eyes to run out of water to use for her bitter tears.

Somehow, her logical side was right. She was going to jail for a useless attempt to help Elphaba escape. Why stop the inevitable? Stupid, stupid thing to do! Had her sense found her sooner, she would've said the right thing back in the attic! She would appear as the helpless victim dragged along by a deranged lunatic vowing to destroy the Wizard. She wouldn't be pulled to her death right now, she would've been given a full press conference on how she escaped the "Wicked Witch".

Her parents… Oz, what will her parents think of her! Pfanee, ShenShen, Avaric— even that odd fanatic of hers whom she knew as Biq! … And Fiyero…Everyone in Shiz, everyone in Oz for that matter! She hung her head at the prospect of such humiliation going to be impended on her name for the rest of her life: "Galinda Upland of the Upper Uplands, The Idiot Who Tried To Help A Witch". She frowned further, stung by her own thoughts.

Unless…

No, it's ridiculous… But she could try it…

Without actually weighing her chances, Glinda broke free from the loose ranks around her, and with no particular location in mind, fled.

"Halt in the name of the Wizard!" a guard yelled as they sprinted after her. Glinda didn't stop.

Perfect, Glinda thought, beginning to feel tired, They're going kill you once they get a hold of you! Run, Glinda, come on!

Her freedom was short lived.

She collapsed panting on the balustrade. She was absolutely angry with herself! Her legs are screaming in protest, her eyes were making the world rotate in dizzying angles, her head was spinning in exhaustion, her lungs had ran out of air, her heart was hammering frantically in her cracking ribcage, her ears were deafening her with the wild thudding her bursting heart was making— Oz, her own body was betraying her!

As the guards loomed nearer in a whirl of green, Glinda closed her eyes with a defeated sigh. This was it. She was going to get hanged and beheaded for high treason. Her corpse will be thrown into a public pit and everyone will remember her as a traitor. She can imagine people dancing on her grave, mocking her even in death. The thought was too much to bear.

But then she heard the guards utter cries and curses displaying immense shock.

Curious, she willed her eyes open… and then her jaw followed on its own accord.

Elphaba was standing right in front of her. She looked livid with rage. Her piercing eyes fell on the small trickle of blood on Glinda's wrists and the dull purple bruises on her arms. The scrapped yellow sundress didn't escape her notice either, and so did the open wounds on the blonde's knees.

Brown eyes met blue for a second, and then Elphaba rounded on the guards, who were standing with their muskets and spears aimed at Elphaba. They all looked stunned. Glinda wasn't sure if it was because Elphaba's skin was greener than the grass, or if they were shocked when she came down on a mangled broom.

"What have you DONE?" Elphaba screeched into the night, throwing her hand into the air. Immediately, the guards dropped their weapons and fell on their knees.

Glinda saw them clutch their heads and howl in sheer agony. Whether the sensation was searing or freezing their brains, she didn't bother to know. She didn't want to know. The cries of her captors were so intense that she was starting to vicariously feel the pain too.

Elphaba quickly but gently pulled Glinda to her feet. The blonde was crying again.

"Elphie…" she managed to choke out of her throbbing throat. She brought her teary eyes to meet her savior's. Elphaba's eyes were so soft and tender. The glow of the moon heightened her wonderful features. She just looked so lovely in the moonlight…

Without further exchange of words, Elphaba steadied her broom, which raised itself on a proper height. Elphaba sat down on it without much fuss. Glinda, however, looked at it suspiciously. The broom looked old and worn. It might as well break into pieces and chuck the two of them from the sky.

"Trust me, Glinda," Elphaba said gently, offering a hand to her.

Glinda shivered at the way Elphaba uttered her name. She took the green hand anyway with both of her hands since she her wrists were still bound. Elphaba frowned when she saw how badly scrapped her hand looks like. Undoubtedly, Glinda must've used it several times to catch herself before she fell onto the ground. The blonde set herself in front of her companion.

Elphaba reached forward. One her hands tightly grasped the battered wood. The other was placed on Glinda's stomach to keep her in place. Lurline, it's so soft, the green girl said to herself, feeling her hand tingle at the touch. She blushed in spite of herself.

Glinda bit back a squeak as she felt Elphaba's hand pressed against her midriff. She was thankful her back was turned; she felt her face burning. She also wished that her stomach would stop somersaulting, fearing that Elphaba might feel right through her flesh.

Ever so gently, Elphaba slid herself closer to the blonde, her bosom against Glinda's back. Both of their faces delved into darker shades.

Finally, Elphaba kicked off, sending the two of them into the night.

A/N: Well it's almost as long as the first one :/ If you've read all the way through, I thank you :D