Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked, but I do own this story. All other rights go to Stephen Schwartz, Winnie Holzman, and Gregory Maguire.
A/N: Quick updates FTW! Thank you to the people that reviewed! Nia, I promise you that she didn't kill them, and Pancake, your review made me laugh. Thank you all for the compliments! Now, on with the story...
When Galinda woke up, the first thing she saw was a blinding light coming from the large window in front of her. The second thing she saw was the large bed she was laying on. It was a significant improvement over the bed that she slept in at Shiz, that much was certain. Glinda's brow furrowed in confusion at the thought. Wait… if I'm not at Shiz, then where am I? Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door opening. She looked towards the source of the sound, and she was surprised by who stepped through: a middle-aged man. He looked rather unassuming at first glance, but looks can be deceiving: this man held more power than anyone in Oz.
"The Wizard?" she muttered to herself. Her eyes widened slightly as she remembered why she would be in his presence, and she slapped herself mentally. Of course! He invited me here when Madame Morrible wrote to him about me. That's right! Oz, Galinda, wake up! she thought. The man then began speaking.
"Ah, Miss… Glinda, was it?" he asked.
"Galinda. With a 'ga'," she corrected him. The man nodded.
"Oh, of course, Galinda! We found you passed out last night on the floor of the attic," he explained. He raised an eyebrow and suddenly lowered his voice. "Do you happen to know what happened last night?" he asked in an almost threatening tone. She scrunched her face in confusion.
"Last night?" she thought aloud. "Let's see…" she said as she tried to remember. "I was talking with you, and then…" Her eyes widened in horror as she remembered what happened next. "This woman… she popped out of the shadows when you suggested that I be henceforth known as Galinda the Good. She went into a tantrum and everything started flying around. I was so scared… the next thing I knew, I was being dragged up the stairs to the attic. I didn't know what she was going to do. The worst part about it? Her skin was green," she said. The Wizard looked pleased and nodded. "Seriously, what kind of person has green skin?" The Wizard made eye contact with Galinda with a serious expression on his face.
"And do you know what she tried to do while you were up in that attic?" he asked. She shook her head, somewhat afraid to know the answer. His face darkened. "She tried to kill me," he said as he lowered his head. Galinda stiffened as her eyes widened again.
"S-She w-w-what?!" she stammered, trying to find her voice. The Wizard only nodded.
"Yes. I thought I was done for when she cornered me. Thank Oz that Madame Morrible was around to stop her; otherwise, I don't know what she would have done." Galinda suddenly gained a newfound respect for the old woman. The Wizard looked up once again with a sullen look on his face. "We have branded her as a Wicked Witch," he stated. Galinda breathed a sigh of relief at that. At least Oz will know about this new terror, she thought. "Oh, and one more thing, Miss… Galinda," he started. She raised an eyebrow.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Would you like to be my Grand Vizier?" he offered. Galinda gaped at him in surprise.
"Uh-Um…" The Wizard quirked an eyebrow.
"Would you not?" he asked.
"Oh, no, no! I-I mean, yes, I would love to, but it's just… uh…" she looked up at him sheepishly. "Why would you be asking me, of all people?" He grinned at her nervousness.
"Well, Oz needs a figurehead to lead them in the fight against the Witch, right?" Galinda nodded. "What better person is there to do that than you?" he asked with a smile. Galinda was taken aback at that.
"Oh, Your Ozness," she said with a dreamy tone, "I would love to!" The Wizard beamed at her.
"Good! Now, if you will excuse me, I have other things to attend to," he said, and with that, he left, leaving Galinda in a state of euphoria. This is going to be fantastic, she thought as she lay back down in her bed. She drifted off, thinking of the wonderful things that she could now do.
Fiyero woke up with the sun shining bright in his face.
"Ugh, what time is it?" he muttered under his breath. Looking out of his window at the large clock standing proudly in the center of the campus, he swore under his breath. "Great, just great," he thought aloud. "I'm going to be late for class."
He got to his class about ten minutes late, earning him a disapproving look from the professor.
"Ah, Master Fiyero," he said. "Late again, I see. Tell me, do you have a valid excuse this time?" Looking directly at the professor, Fiyero put on the sweetest expression he could muster.
"I'm sorry, Professor. It won't happen again," he promised with a little bit of sarcasm in his voice. The professor glared at him and rolled his eyes, knowing it was futile to argue.
"Whatever," he said. "Just take your seat." Fiyero did so, and as he was getting his materials out, the girls behind him started to gossip. He recognized the voices as two of Galinda's friends.
"Hey, Pfannee," the girl behind him began. The girl sitting to the right of her looked up.
"What is it, Shenshen?" Pfannee said.
"Did you hear about that witch that tried to kill the Wizard last night?" That grabbed his attention. Someone tried to kill the Wizard? he thought, but he kept his mouth shut.
"No. Someone tried to kill the Wizard?" Pfannee asked, almost as if she could read Fiyero's mind. Shenshen nodded, and Pfannee's eyes widened. "Who would do something like that?"
"Oh, it was some disgusting hag, I'm sure. I mean, her skin is green, for crying out loud!" Hearing that sent a shudder down his spine. Green? Who in the world has green skin? He thought about everyone that he had ever seen or heard of, but not one of them had green skin.
"Someone would have to be just plain evil in order to do something like that," Pfannee thought aloud, and Fiyero couldn't help but agree with her. She has green skin, she's a witch, and on top of all that, she tried to assassinate the most well-respected figure in all of Oz… he mused. Sounds pretty evil to me, he concluded.
Later that day, after all of his classes, he heard a knock at his door. When he opened it, he found that Madame Morrible was on the other side.
"Madame Morrible? What are you doing here?" he asked, slightly puzzled. She beamed at him.
"Oh, Fiyero, I have the most wonderful news!" she said cheerily. "I have just received word from the Wizard himself saying that your girlfriend has just been offered the position of Grand Vizier!" Fiyero stumbled back in shock.
"What?" he asked, slightly surprised but mostly elated.
"Yes, it's true!" she reassured him. "And she took it!" Fiyero laughed in surprise.
"This is-" he began, only to be cut off be Madame Morrible.
"Wait! There's more!" she said, handing him an emerald green envelope. "Go on. Read it." He opened the letter and studied it for a few. Then, he looked up at Madame Morrible again, gaping at her.
"Are you serious?" he asked incredulously. She nodded in response.
"Yes, it's true! The Wizard has requested, on behalf of Galinda, that you become his Captain of the Guard," she said. "Are you up for the challenge, though?" she asked, her face now rather serious. He looked at her in confusion. "You do realize that this means that your first priority will be hunting for the Witch, correct?" He stared at her for a second, thinking about it. Finally, he had a response.
"Yes, I do, and I accept his offer. That Witch tried to kill the most important man in all of our history, and she will pay," he said darkly. Madame Morrible smiled once again.
"Good. You will begin your service when school ends in a few weeks. Good luck." She turned and walked away as Fiyero thanked her. He lay on his bed, feeling overjoyed, and nodded off, thinking of what he would do once he took his new position.
A/N: I have a feeling that I should probably go into hiding now. And yes, before you even say it, I know. I'm evil. MUAHAHAHAHA. On a more serious note, please review and let me know what you think! Thank you for reading!