Title: Contemplations of Canals and Clubs
Pairing: Tibbett/Crope (Past)
Disclaimer: I have no power over Oz that right belongs to Gregory Maguire and L. Frank Baum.
A/N: I've been in the 'Wicked' fandom for a while now, but I've never written for it. I'd seen the Musical but didn't own the books and didn't feel confident enough to perfect characterisation from the musical alone, so I waited and got the books at Christmas. Having read them the characters of Tibbett & Crope and Turtle Heart, I'm only on page 299 of 'The Life and Times' but this just had to be written.
And I hope characterisation isn't too off.
This is the first fic I've written outside of the 'Doctor Who' Universe.
Enjoy?
Contemplations of Canals and Clubs
Suicide Canal was a lonely place to be now.
There was no Boq smiling at the young boys antics, no cocky Avaric badgering them all to come to the Philosophy Club with him.
There was no Philosophy Club any more.
And if there was then Crope never went.
Not after that night.
Because that was the reason that Suicide Canal was so lonely.
There was no Tibbett.
Since the Club, he'd never been the same.
And Crope could not bear to see the boy who he had come to love fall away from him in such a dreadful way.
So he ran, tears on his face.
Years later, still over come with emotion, he walks by Suicide Canal in the Lurlinistic snow, thinking of Tibbett.
And wondered if he would honour its name.
Not even he knew if he meant Suicide Canal or the Philosophy Club.