A/N: I'm not a Fiyeraba fan, unlike most of you, but hopefully my snippet of it didn't turn out too badly...


Many things happened at once.

Glinda screamed and promptly fainted in Fiyero's arms, just before he dropped her and began to scream as well.

"Fae what are you do - " he was tackled in the next second and sent sprawling onto the ground, with Elphaba on top of him...

With her dark wet tresses falling on his face.

"Oh my Oz...Fae you're wet...you're not a big pile of gelatin...what the hell is going on?"

Before he could react, her lips came crashing down on him, and immediately his insides went aflame, familiar warmth spreading through his body. It'd been a long time since he'd felt such sensation.

He didn't want it to end, but with his shock he could not continue. He pulled back, staring wide-eyed at the woman he just kissed, wondering if she was real.

Elphaba giggled, as she stroked his nose playfully. "Don't fret, Yero," she whispered. "I don't feel any pain."

"I'm dreaming," murmured Fiyero. "I'm dreaming. Someone pinch me I'm hallucinating! I'm going cra - "

There was a smack as Elphaba's hand made contact. It didn't hurt, but it sent Fiyero into an even bigger shock. His whole body stiffened, his eyes growing wide, and that was how Elphaba left him to cross over to where Glinda lay. She shook the blonde, only to recieve a smack on the face from the flailing arms as Glinda jerked awake, sat up, and began screaming.

"Elphie what are you doing here? Get out of the rain!" she yelled, waving her arms frantically.

"Glinda, don't worry," said Elphaba softly, attempting to mollify the panicking blonde. She stood, spreading her arms out, letting the rain pelt her. "A little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now."

Glinda stared up at the green woman, unsure of what she was seeing. "Are you Nessarose?" she asked skeptically.

Elphaba laughed. It wasn't a cackle, merely a good hearty laugh. "No, Glinda, she's gone!" she cried. "For once, it's quiet. I can't quite explain it, but I feel free, at rest! Finally!" Her blue eyes sparkled with happiness.

"B-but the rain...you're in t-the rain..."

"I never was allergic, Glinda!" she laughed.

"What?" Both Glinda and Fiyero stared at her like she'd grown two heads.

"I wasn't allergic to water," repeated Elphaba.

"But...but I heard you scream..." stuttered Glinda.

"And Dorothy said you started smoking..." stammered Fiyero.

Seeing their confused states, Elphaba sighed and shook her head.

"Alright, this may sound ridiculous," she began slowly. "No, it will sound ridiculous. But it's the truth. Believe me I'm still finding difficulty believing that she was the one who was allergic to water."

"What?"

"Who do you think spread the rumors in the first place?" asked Elphaba. "Nessarose was afraid that people would find out about her other defection, and shun her even more because she was different. She pushed the defection to me, seeing that I was already an outcast. I could do nothing about it, for I became a public enemy, and if I revealed her secret, it would only be seen as the Wicked Witch bullying her poor helpless sister."

The few moments following her explanation were ones of stunned silence.

And they were broken when Glinda lept up and slapped Elphaba across the face.

"You could've been nicer to tell me that before!" she screamed. "Before I broke my shoulder, my hands and my toes over your imminent 'death'!"

"Excuse me?" Now it was Elphaba's turn to be stunned, taking in Glinda's bandages for the first time. "Oh, Glin..."

"You're mean," sobbed Glinda. "You're really, really mean."

"I know," replied Elphaba, pulling the blonde into a hug. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Glinda whispered back. "I was the one who started this mess, anyways. It's my own fault I'm like this."

"Oh no, we are not startin' this again, young lady," said Elphaba sternly, drawing back to stare at the blonde. "All this doesn't matter anymore, I thought we've long established that. The past is in the past."

"Can I just confess one more thing?" piped up Glinda. "Dorothy needed evidence that you were dead...so I gave her your broom ..."

Glinda trailed off uncertainly, expecting a smack, or perhaps a tirade, but not another bone-crushing hug.

"Oh Glinda...thank you," sighed Elphaba. Then she released the dazed blonde and began to dance around the courtyard. "I can live in peace at last! No more witch hunters, no more silent tears!" she sang. "No more running from daft and stupid men! I'm singing in the rain! Just singing in the rain! What a glorious feelin', I'm happy again!"

Fiyero and Glinda glanced at each other. Never had they seen Elphaba so happy before, so relaxed and carefree. Glinda had to admit it was a bit worrying to watch such a cheerful Elphaba dancing around, in contrast to her usual moody and tense behavior.

"Um...Elphaba?" called Fiyero. "I've also got some things to confess... and I don't think you'll like them."

"You can't stop my happiness, Fiyero," said Elphaba in a singsong voice. "Nothing will stop it -"

Just then, a scream pierced through the yard.

"Oh God, it's the freaking Wicked Witch of the West! She's come back from the dead! Glinda, Scarecrow, help me! She's going to kill me!"

The trio turned, to face a hysterical Dorothy who was screaming her head off.

"Seems I spoke too soon," muttered Elphaba, her mood plummeting as quickly as it had risen.

When neither Glinda nor Fiyero budged, Dorothy began to back away nervously.

"Oh no..." she said. "You're all under 'er spell aren't you?" The tears threatened to come on again. This time the three of them didn't suppress their sighs of annoyance.

"Dorothy, I swear if you cry I'm really going to blast you out of those shoes..." warned Elphaba, but was silenced by a glare from Glinda.

"Elphie, you are not helping your case," she shot.

"Dorothy, we're perfectly fine," Fiyero tried to explain, but the girl wouldn't have it. She covered her ears, shaking her head as she went, before breaking away into a sprint.

"Shiz someone'd better chop the legs of her before she starts screaming of my survival to the villagers!" cried Elphaba, "Damn her! She just has to ruin my life all the time, doesn't she?"

Glinda snapped her fingers. "Done."

"Done what? You chopped off her legs?" exclaimed Fiyero.

"No, pea-brain, I caught her."

"In what?"

"Bubble."

Elphaba smirked, folding her arms neatly. "For once, I admit bubble is better than broom."

"Yay!"

"For once."

"Let me go!" the wimp's cries snapped the women and the scarecrow back to the present, in where Dorothy was now trapped in a big pink bubble, pounding fruitlessly against the gooey texture.

"I like her like that," admitted Fiyero.

"No, I'd prefer my bubble to be a darker shade of pink, more...magenta," thought Glinda aloud.

"I'd prefer it to be opaque," argued Elphaba. "And soundproof," she added when Dorothy began bawling. "What is she even doing here?"

"She needs a way back," explained Fiyero. "She came here looking for Glinda to help...The Wizard took off without her..."

"The Wizard?" repeated Elphaba. "Took off? He's gone?" There was evident elation in her voice.

"Please leave Oz alone!" Dorothy wailed. "I can't give you back your shoes, I really can't! Glinda gave 'em to me!"

"And Glinda's asking you to give them back," answered Glinda.

"But you're under 'er spell!" cried Dorothy.

And it was in that moment that Elphaba couldn't take it anymore. She doubled over as she burst into guffaws, her laughter loud and infectious. Glinda began to giggle, as did Fiyero begin to chuckle.

"This...is the best joke ever," said Elphaba when she regain her composure for only a second, before diving into another fit of laughter.

"What my friend Elphaba is trying to say here," said Glinda, recovering, "Is firstly, she doesn't want to kill you. Secondly, she never wanted to take over Oz. And thirdly, she would never put us under her spell."

"Elphaba?" whispered Dorothy, her tone suddenly dropping, "That's 'er name?"

Elphaba straightened. "What about it?" she asked, the laughter in her voice gone.

"He...he mentioned it."

"He? Who?" questioned Elphaba.

"The Wizard. He kept on saying two names when we were in the balloon...one was Elphaba - yours, I suppose..."

Elphaba's eye twitched in annoyance at the sound of the preposterous man. "And the other?"

"Melena."

Her blood ran cold. How...?

"F-Fiyero..." she began, "What exactly was that confession you were going to make?"


A/N: Was the Nessa-being-allergic explanation weird? Or really weird?