Told you this chapter would be a bit longer!
A/N. - there's a reference to a bottle, it's NOT the green bottle. it's a random bottle. nothing to do with the green bottle. at all.
not too sure where i'm going to go after this chapter, I have a couple of ideas for later chapters, but i'm happy to take requests for the next chapter.
again, who am I shipping, as I said, I'm on the fiyeraba and gelphie ships...just let me know.
disclaimer: wicked isn't mine. if it was...ooh don't go down that road, yellow brick or not!
enjoy.
"Where is she? Where's my sister?" Elphaba screamed into the nothingness. She wasn't sure why she was shouting when nobody could hear her but the desperation had taken hold of her. Looking around frantically, she couldn't shake off the gut feeling that something was wrong. Ever since Nessa was small, Elphaba always knew if her little sister was in trouble. It as a sixth sense.
She ran down another track, spotting a house. Maybe she was in there. As she approached she caught a glimpse of the ruby shoes she'd previously fashioned her, they caught the sun and shimmered in the light. However, as she approached the house, she realised the legs they were attached to were in fact under the building. Elphaba had to steady herself on a nearby fence, feeling physically sick. Surely there was no hope, sizing up the house, there was no way Nessa could make it. Slowly, she balanced herself and crept towards the building.
"She's gone, wicked witch." came a voice from behind her. On turning around she noticed the guard uniform. This has all been a trick to get to her, at the cost of her sister. Surprisingly, she wasn't angry, she was too upset to be angry at anyone.
Elphaba paused, too overcome with emotion. She was ready to admit defeat, "Can I just say goodbye?" Her voice was so small, it was so out of character.
Before she got a reply, more guards gathered around until she could no longer see her sister. She was escorted into a van and there she sat, no struggling until she arrived at the jail. Elphaba just didn't care anymore.
Glinda made her way through the jail security, which was too intrusive and undignified for her liking. From there she went straight to the toilets. It was only an hour until visiting was no longer allowed and as long as she remained quiet, she could manage to outsmart the prison guards. Elphaba wasn't allowed visitors, it was protocol. Any high risk prisoners had to be kept in complete isolation. She sat on the sinks and waited for what seemed like a lifetime, various emotions swimming round her head. Relief, upset, confusion…her inner thoughts were a mess. As selfish as it seemed, Glinda was overjoyed at the prospect of facing her best friend again after all this time. As Elphaba flew off into the sky, Glinda was more than certain she'd never see the witch again. But here she was.
Although the circumstances made her feel quite ill. She'd always disagreed with Gale Force's medieval strategies of capture, but this had gone too far. Elphie had surrendered. And for her to do that, it had crossed the line. She was a fighter, she was strong, she didn't give in. But she had. And that made Glinda's heart sink.
An announcement sounded over the system, marking the end of visiting hours and Glinda moved swiftly into one of the cubicles, in case someone came looking. After 20 minutes, nobody had and the lights went out. This was something she hadn't factored in. If she used a light it was game over, so through the dark it was.
Silently, she crept out of the toilets and stuck close to the wall so she could feel where she was going. Glinda knew it was left out of the toilets and down the stairs. She could see a small light at the bottom, signalling the entrance to the cells. Taking one step at a time, she cautiously tiptoed down. Once at the bottom, she heard a voice. Just one voice, muttering something as if to himself. She froze, realising she could now be seen under the light.
Glinda clung to the wall behind her and took the mysterious looking bottle from her pocket. All she needed to do was plant this somewhere obvious and her entry would be guaranteed. There was a table piled with paperwork only a few steps away; perfect. Once the bottle had been planted, she clung to the wall in the shadows and waited, once again.
After a couple of minutes, the night guard appeared. Glinda held her breath as he grew closer. Luckily for her, he noticed the bottle on the table, its label reading "Love from…?" Just as Glinda had hoped, he took a sip and within seconds he was sprawled out across the floor. She had a good few hours before she needed to worry about him.
After carefully climbing over the guard, she ran down another flight of stairs to a dully lit corridor. As she continued to run, she glanced frantically at the names on the cell railings. No Miss Thropp. Growing impatient, she saw a sign: "High Security". It pointed left. She raced down another corridor until she reached yet another row of cells. Still no Elphaba. Glinda followed the corridor round and down a few more steps and then round a sharp corner and she stopped. There she was. Huddled in the far corner was her greenified friend, looking rather vacant. It broke Glinda's heart to see her like that, so disconnected. She stepped forward into the little light.
"Oh my Elphie." She sobbed.
Elphaba's head snapped up at the sound of the blonde witch's voice. "Glin?" she choked on the word, tears falling down her emerald face before she could attempt to control them. Shakily, she shuffled over to the bars and pulled Glinda's hand through. "I'm so sorry."
"What? What for Elphie?"
"For running away. I left you alone, I- you- I'm so sorry!" Elphaba's shoulders shook so hard Glinda was worried they'd come away from her body. She ran a pale finger over her friend's knuckles, a poor attempt to calm her down.
"You have nothing to be sorry for, okay? You did what you had to do. Don't you dare for one moment blame yourself for any of the hideosious mess-"Glinda had to pause, in order to enable another sob to escape her lips, "Oz, I've missed you so much. It was unbearable."
Elphaba reached through the bars and wiped the tears from Glinda's cheeks gently, running her thumb round the edge of her face. "I'm sorry-"
"Stop apologising!"
The green witch smiled, how lonely she'd been without her Glinda.
"Come on, let's get you out of here shall we?" Glinda began to stand back up when Elphaba pulled her down.
"NO! That's the most stupid idea I've ever heard Glinda. How the hell are we meant to sneak out of here? Have you even thought this through? You'll get yourself arrested too you mad fool!"
Glinda smirked, "I got in here didn't I? Anyway, even if I was arrested, at least I'd be with you. That's good enough for me."
"Glin, no-" Elphaba began to protest but Glinda was already in a state of complete concentration, ready to do whatever it was she was going to do to move the cell bars. Elphaba knew there was little point arguing with her, she could be pretty determined when she wanted to be. If she got an idea in that pretty little head of hers, there was no changing her mind. Suddenly, Elphaba was pushed back to the ground by a force she wasn't expecting and as she looked up, she saw three iron bars were gone.
"I don't know why you couldn't have just done that, Elphie." Glinda stated, proud of her work, whilst she helped her green friend through the gap.
Elphaba rolled her eyes, "Because even if I wanted to, how the hell was I going to get past the guards without being noticed. I'm a very green occupant of the highest security cell, I think someone would notice. And I didn't want to escape. I surrendered myself, in case you'd forgotten. I didn't want to be free."
"Why are you coming now then? Why aren't you flatly refusing to move?"
"Because you're here. I have something to live for, I have someone to live for. I don't want to be without you Glin that was never the plan-"
Glinda threw her arms around the witch, squeezing her possibly a bit too tight, not that Elphaba would say so. "Besides, there's no saying no to you. You wouldn't have it!"
Glinda giggled into Elphie's hair, she was right. She was always right. "Come on then my green bean, let's go."
a/n. i'm really sorry about killing nessa. really. but I kind of had to.