Yeah, hi, me again.

I didn't plan on updating quite so quickly but I already had it written and well...why not?!

So for now at least, this isn't a Gelphie fic (However it's not not gelphie if you get me?...), but in later chapters I may change my mind because I'm indecisive. and if you do want gelphie, tell me. I'll go with the majority!

Anyway, this is set around 'thank goodness' ish. but Flinda aren't getting married. Sorry to any flinda shippers.

Please review, as I said in the last chapter they really help me and I really appreciate them. If you have any ideas or requests or constructive feedback, I'd be grateful.

Disclaimer: As sad as it is, I don't own Wicked *heart breaks a little*.

oh and the chapters will get longer in the next chapter, I just need to set it up a bit first.

enjoy!

Speeches. She dreaded them. Glinda hated nothing more than standing before the crowds and spouting rubbish about the wicked witch. It was all lies. Her role as Glinda the Good brought a sense of constant guilt but the fact of the matter was: Elphaba wasn't there, she may as well make the most of what she had. After all, this was the dream wasn't it? Well before Elphaba came along and changed absolutely everything. She made her think realistically and brought her out of a shallow and materialistic state of mind. The lifestyle of fame and popularity wasn't so great, her green friend was right, of course. All she really wanted right now was not to feel so lonely. Glinda wanted her friend back.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a quiet knock on her door. "Glinda?" came the voice from the other side. Fiyero. Her Fiyero. How lovely and patient he'd been with her over the last few months. "They're ready for you."

Glinda stared out of the window, almost blanking the fact she was being spoken to. How nice it would be to block out the world for a while. "Okay?" He asked, sitting beside her on the bed. They remained silent for a few moments, both looking on out of the window before Fiyero broke the silence again. "I know. I understand it's hard for you… But they're counting on you Glinda. They need you out there," he said softly.

Another few moments passed before Glinda gave any kind of response. "Where is she?" Her voice was so timid, almost broken as she struggled to vocalise her thoughts. "She isn't cruel, I can't do this. I can't do this anymore, Fiyero. I don't want to do it anymore. I don't want any of…this," she gestured around the room, "anymore. It's not me, it's not true; I can't do it… I won't do it."

She fell onto his shoulder, sobbing into his shirt, soaking it almost immediately. Fiyero stroked her hair, which was neatly pinned up into a bun, trying to calm her down. It was a regular occurrence, almost every single speech brought on an emotional outburst similar to this. Only this time, Elphaba was actually mentioned. Fiyero picked up on this quickly, as Glinda often kept the subject to herself, leaving him to merely assume. He could tell she was getting more and more desperate and frustrated at the unknown whereabouts of her best friend.

"Come on now, she did the right thing didn't she? You wouldn't want her dead would you Glin?"

"But she must be terrified. And lonely. I want her back, Fiyero. I need her back, this is so painful. I just need to know she's okay."

After several minutes, Glinda calmed herself down and began tackling the faint smudges of makeup dotted under her eyes, trying to make herself look more than presentable for her latest statement of lies. Fiyero watched on in amazement. Despite the regular breakdowns, Glinda seemed to have coped extraordinarily well. "They need you."

Glinda just shook her head, "They need me to refill their heads with lies about a terrible monster gracing this land. They need me to reiterate how awful and wicked my dearest friend is and they need me to act as though I'm the leader of the opposition. Anybody could do that, even that Biq. But no, it has to be me, the one person these awful words genuinely hurt."

The speech that day was the same as them all. She harped on about how fear was taking over the lives of the Munchkins and how they would do everything possible to protect themselves from the monster that continued to run in the shadows. And she stepped down of her podium and hated herself a little bit more. It just wasn't right.

"Miss Glinda?"

"Yes, Orkan?" she answered most politely, as she should. Orkan was the highest in command of the Ozian army.

"I just thought I'd inform you of our latest method of catching the witch. Although slightly immoral, it seems to be the most effective idea yet…"

She already hated the sound of it.

"Her younger sister, Miss Nessarose – we plan on staging a, shall we say little accident? The witch would, of course, fly to the rescue, straight into the trap and she'll find herself locked away until she parts from this life."

The way in which he spoke was inhumane. He spoke with such confidence and sincerity that Glinda felt nauseous on hearing the plan. She had no say in the matter, she had no control over the army whatsoever. However, Orkan had always ensured Glinda was kept in the loop, although she wished she just didn't know. After all, what you don't know can't kill you. Only now she was wondering whether it could. Not knowing where Elphie was hiding was eating her alive.

"Excuse me a moment."

She ran as fast as she physically could in the quite honestly ridiculous heels she wore, back to the room. Fiyero was right behind her, not wanting her to get upset again. He shut the door behind him.

"I was going to go with her, you know?"

"Elphaba?"

Glinda nodded slowly. "And then it all went wrong. I didn't get the chance. She was never going to go alone Fiyero, it wasn't the plan…"

"I miss her too Glinda, honestly I do. I heard about their plan to…well…and it's awful," he sighed. "Is there nothing we can do?"

Glinda shook her head, they just had to watch and wait.