A/N: Things are gonna pick up in this chapter.

Fae'sFlower: Gee, I don't know. It would be kind of weird to have two eleven year-olds be boyfriend and girlfriend. Kidding! XD Oh, it will come. In a very, very, very long time.

The Princess of Oz

Wendy was known to be true to her word. While she may be sadistic and cruel from the way she would treat a stranger, Wendy wasn't completely heartless like other Wendigos. Jo had once seen her jump into a lake on a hot, summer day where the water would've been extremely warm at that point just to save a young girl from drowning. She believed in the thought of doing anything that a person can set their mind too. It made Jo wondered if that whole "ice heart" myth on the Wendigos was just an urban legend since it seemed like Wendy's heart was a little too warm to be icy cold. The only reason he still somewhat believed it because he had seen, firsthand, what Wendy was capable of.

So, when she saw the idea of Jo falling in love with a girl she knew that was something Jo was capable of. If only he didn't let his insecurities get in the way she wouldn't have to try so hard on giving them a perfect, romantic setting.

Was she this romantic when she was human? Eh, that's another thing about her human past she would have to put in the vault of her mind. Besides, she has something more important to worry about; getting her boy to let go of his insecurities.

A few days after their fun time with the Princess, Wendy poke her head through the door of their room to see if she could find any moving figures within. She had just got back from a hunt; a few bucks and elks here and there, she even got a bear. It took her a little longer than most of her hunts since she couldn't find a lake that wasn't completely iced over. She knew how important it was for Jo that she kept her identity as a Wendigo a secret from everyone else because they could lock her away and the two will be separated - which was something that she didn't want to happen. Which was why she would go dipping in a lake or pond after a hunt to wash away all the bloody evidence that she killed animals with her own bare hands.

For a moment, she didn't see anything move but she definitely heard the click sounds of her boy's typewriter going off, meaning that Jo was working on his memoir. She finally saw the small flickers of his figure moving at the desk near the window.

The sounds stop before she heard a sigh. "Alright, what do you want Wendy?"

She tilted her head. How did he know she was there when she hardly made a noise?

"Wendy, I practically grew up with you. You don't think I don't know when a Wendigo's nearby at this point?"

Oh, he did have a point.

"Not to mention I know you by now. Whenever I had a problem, you wait a few days to make it seem like you have no idea what's going on before you suddenly show up and go straight to the point as bluntly as you can."

Okay, now he was just insulting her already wounded pride by showing how much he knows her right now.

"So, are you going to say something?"

Well, she can't exactly talk and her voice mimicry wasn't that amazing. Instead, she walked into the room towards the direction to where she believed her bed was. After a few pats the on the mattress to confirm that this is her bed, Wendy bent down and reach her long arm underneath it. Once she felt the familiar fabric of her latest tapestry - the one she made during the night of The Emerald Cove incident - she pulled it out and showed it to Jo.

She knew that tapestry she picked out was the one she wanted; she would always put her tapestries into a neat pile from the oldest to the newest, and she hasn't made another one since that night.

There was another sigh. "Wendy, please. I don't want to talk about Adette right now." She heard the sounds of clicking once again, meaning that Jo had gone back to his braille writing.

She remained silent, knowing that this was the only way to unnerved Jo enough to talk.

It worked when she heard an exasperated groan before she saw his figure glow when he turned around to face her.

"Okay, you want to talk? Why don't we talk about this? Wendy, I know you want me to let go of what happened in the past. Believe me, I do too. But this is something that I have to do for myself. You don't have to do anything! And I know you think by pushing someone enough would get them to let go of their insecurities. But, not everyone is like you. Unfortunately, I'm one of those people. Please, just let me figure things out on my own."

She watched him turn back around on the desk to continue working on his memoir, leaving her to her thoughts.

Some part of Wendy knew that Jo was right, deep down. It was that part in her mind that she knew Jo was going to grow up one day; he's going to made decisions on his own without her help. While he's still her little boy in her heart, Wendy had to face the reality that her boy's growing up and she can't hold his hand forever. She needed to give him his independence.

That was what a real mother should do.

She was so busy fumbling with her tapestry that she didn't notice Jo, who had stopped his writing and was staring at the page he had finished with wide eyes.

"Wendy..."

The Wendigo looked up and tilted her head in his direction. Why was he breathing so heavily?

"I'm done," he breathed out, then he began to smile. "I'm done," he started to laugh. "I'm done!"

Wendy jumped when she saw Jo's figure had suddenly leaped out from his seat and began to dance around the room. Why was he dancing? There wasn't any music on.

"Wendy!" Jo suddenly began to run towards her and she had to spread her arms out to catch him when he flung himself at her. "This is the best day every!"

Could you please explain to me why I have to carry your ball of energy?! She wanted to yell at him as he began to squirm around in her grip. But since she couldn't make these thoughts come to life she settled with trying to give him a look that explained her current mood.

"My book's done, Wendy! It's done!"

Now she knew why Jo was so excited. She could feel her own excitement take over as she realized that the passion project Jo had been working on since he was eight was finally done.

Wendy let out a shriek of triumph before she began to twirl around the room with Jo in her hands. Jo was laughing over her loud shrieks with his arms spread out. They probably sounded like complete lunatics to the outside world but Wendy didn't care. This moment was tied with the day Jo finally let go of his insecurities to pursue his dream of dancing, and it was also something that Jo worked on all on his own. Why couldn't they be happier?

After their little celebration, Jo immediately put his manuscript in its cover before he and Wendy walked out of their room, hand-in-hand. Jo was immediately babbling on getting his manuscript published at a nearby publisher in the Emerald City and how he was extremely excited to finally having his work done after years. Although she may have lost track to where some of their conversation had gone, Wendy didn't care since she was just as excited.

"I heard that there will be publishers all over the Emerald City, so I have to go to the nearest one! I mean, I bet even someone that's dyslexic as I could probably find one of them! Do you think they'll accept a manuscript written in braille?"

Before Wendy could tell him that he shouldn't care how his manuscript was written and be proud of his life-long work, a sudden clang and a shriek echoed through the halls they were in. The two of them stopped their walk towards the closest exit and turn to where they heard the sound. Jo could feel his eyes widening as he took in the scene in front of him.

A servant girl was down on the ground, her whole body shaking as she watched the tray that she was previously holding on the ground with her. There was a pot of tea that seemed to have spilled over when the girl must have tripped. But with the Princess of Oz standing over her, looking down at her tea-stained dress with a look of horror and disgust, Jo immediately figured out what had happened.

The servant was walking by and she had just so happened to walk into the princess by accident and she must have accidently spilled the pot of tea she was carrying all over the princess. From the way the Princess's face turned a dark green, the servant probably shouldn't have been alone when she was carrying that tea.

"How dare you?!" The green girl shrieked as she grabbed hold of the servant by her neck, forcing her to stare at her fuming brown eyes. "Do you have realized what you have done?!"

"I-I..."

"This was my favorite dress and you ruined it!"

"I-It wasn't my-!"

"You will pay for this!"

Elphaba reared her hand back and slapped the girl right across the face. The girl gave out a pained yelp as she fell to the ground.

That did it for Jo. "Hey!" The boy quickly ran over to the fallen girl, Wendy not far behind, and he then shields the girl from the Princess. "Are you okay?" He asked the sobbing girl.

"Excuse me, but I ordered you to-!" Elphaba was cut off when Wendy was suddenly pushing her back with a snarl. The green-skinned princess stared at the deformed human with wide eyes before Wendy turned her attention back to Jo and the poor servant.

"You're going to be okay," he spoke softly to her like she was a frantic animal. "I promise. But you need to get out of here."

The servant gave him look like he was crazy, but he still kept ushering her. "Go on! Go!" She was finally convinced and she scrambled up to her feet and fled like her life depended on it. Which it actually did from the way Princess Elphaba was giving her death glare. Thankfully, it wasn't directed at her. It was more on Jo and Wendy.

Jo stood up defiantly. She may have caught him off guard during their first encounter, but he wasn't going to let her get to him right now. Not when this situation felt like his encounter with Prince Fiyero all over again. Good thing he had Wendy with him, otherwise he would've been more nervous than he already was.

Suddenly, the Princess huffed and strut away from them. Acting like they weren't even worth her time, which only fueled Jo's annoyance.

"Hey!" He called out, but the Princess kept on walking. "HEY!"

She still didn't listen.

Wendy had decided to take matters into her own hands by appearing right by the Princess's side and grabbed her arms to prevent her from going any further.

"What is this?! Unhand me, you-!" Elphaba was cut off when Wendy tighten her grip to silent her, but it only draws a scream from her throat.

"Wendy, that's enough!" Jo ordered as he walked up to them. Wendy hesitated for a moment before she loses her grip slightly, but not enough for Elphaba to get out of. The green girl watched with narrowed eyes as Jo began his rant.

"Look, I get it, okay? You're in a bad mood. I can't exactly blame you since I met your husband," there was a small snort - Jo didn't realize he had drawn a crowd when he was shouting at the Princess, now Fiyero, his parents, Adette, Galinda, the Wizard, Madame Morrible, and a group of the Palace Guards were watching the exchange, but Jo couldn't even bring himself to care at the moment. "But you, are just as bad as him! I mean, it's just your dress. I barely have enough clothes to make me look decent!"

"I demand that you order your bouncer to let go of me at once!" Elphaba shrieked as she struggled hard to get out of Wendy's hold, but she was not able to get out of the Wendigo's grasps.

Jo shook his head when he realized that the Princess wasn't even paying attention to what he was saying. "You know what? You're a spoiled brat," this draws the Princess's attention and now she was staring at him with death daggers in her eyes. "I can't even believe I actually used to look up to people like you; I always imagined you doing something for those who are less lucky than you are. But even when people are looking for others like you to help them, you just toss them to the side like they're nothing!"

"Sounds to me like you know that feeling," Elphaba remarked, making Jo flinch slightly. Why did those words bother him so much?

"W-What are you saying?" She smirked when she heard the stumbled in his voice.

"Do you really think that I don't know about what the Glikkun's Palooza originally did? When it was previously known as the Glikkun's Ardor?" Seeing the boy blanch brought a sickening pleased smile to her face. "You tell me that my behavior is uncalled for, but what of you? Thinking that you're on top of some moral high ground after your last pathetic business went down the drain? Well guess what, Chim Dancer," her face darkened, "You did that job because it was the only thing you thought you had. You didn't choose any alternative. No, you had to pick that job!

"Who's on the lower ground now? You little piece of-!" She was cut off with an agonizing scream that tore through her throat when Wendy began to sink her sharp claws into her skin.

The Wendigo didn't even bother to remember that she was supposed to be a normal, female bouncer that was human. After listening to this wench ramble on about how Jo's previous job made him no better than herself, Wendy couldn't take it anymore. What Jo previous did does not define him! Even if it did, he worked so hard to prove that he was worth more than that. Now, this little piece of tramp comes along and tells him he's just as worse as her when she shows no problem with physically hurting people? Wendy hoped those injuries hurt for weeks.

But it was too late. Jo was already beginning to gag as his mind brought up imagines from his past. He crouched slightly with his arms around his middle while a familiar stabbing sensation begins to course through his stomach.

Wendy, who had heard the first gag, immediately released the princess and hurried over to Jo. She wrapped an arm around him as she searched through her cloak to find that bottle of milk. She froze in horror when she realized that she didn't have any bottles on her. There was always the option of heading back to their room and getting a bottle, but she didn't want to risk the chance of the Princess doing something while she was gone, even at her inhuman speed.

However, Elphaba slowly stood up after Wendy had suddenly let go of her. Her eyes were blazing with unspeakable fury as she watched the humanoid trying to comfort the boy from the pain he was in. The candles in the hall suddenly began to flicker, something that both her father and Galinda noticed.

"Elphaba," the Wizard said sternly.

"Elphie, don't you dare!" Galinda warned with a point of her finger.

"You two think you can waltz into my home and treat me like I'm a toy?!" The candles were blown out. "I'll show you what happens when you don't treat me with the respect that I deserved!"

She thrust her arms forward and a magical blast ripped through the air. It ended up hitting the duo but only Jo was the one who ended flying straight into the wall with a sickening thud as a pained scream tore his throat. Wendy remained unaffected and was still standing on where she previously was, staring at the direction where her boy was flung into.

"Jo!" Adette screamed when she saw him hit the wall. She runs over to his side and bends down on her knees. "Are you okay? Jo say something!"

But Jo couldn't say anything. He was in so much pain. First, it was his episode at its worse but then that collusion to the wall only made it even more unbearable. He practically felt like he was dying. Nothing could make him feel better, not even Adette and Galinda's - who had run over after the young princess - words of comfort could keep him calm.

Meanwhile, Wendy was busy putting the pieces together. She was so busy focusing on getting Jo and Adette together she had forgotten how the three of them even met in the first place. Jo had brought her on a night out to get rid of her paranoia of another magical assault happening to Jo after that chandelier incident. Not only had she failed on protecting her little boy, but the person responsible for it was standing a few inches before her.

She had let the beast take over at that point.

Elphaba did not care that if her magic didn't affect one of the two since the boy responsible for most of her anger was the one who got the worse of it. However, she was far from done. She was frustrated enough with the whole arranged marriage deal, then this boy comes in and tries to tell her how she should behave when she was the Princess of an entire country. This boy had to suffer, she will make sure of that.

But she couldn't even make one step towards him when someone wrapped their cold, clammy hands around her neck and lifted her off the ground like she was barely any weight to them.

Elphaba turned her head towards the bouncer's face - she knew it was the boy's bouncer since she recognized the size of the hand - and was about to scream at the horrid person when a scream of pure terror escaped her throat instead.

From their first encounter in the library, Elphaba had wondered why this person was wearing a mask. She quickly assumed that they didn't like showing their face around other people because they thought that they were the ugliest person in existence - which she doubted since she was green for Oz's sake.

But she was wrong. So deathly wrong.

Because she was looking at the pure representation of Death itself as it roared in her face.

Butterfly Effect | Magical Assault: Elphaba lost control of her magic and nearly killed Jo, Wendy became paranoid from then on. Wendy realized Elphaba was the one that attacked Jo, so she lost control of herself and unveiled her identify as a Wendigo.

For those of you of you who don't know what that was, it's something from a game called Until Dawn. A person actions will depend on the future that's ahead of them. I wanted to make these Butterfly Effects to be centered on Elphaba and Wendy, because to me, they're crucial to both of their stories and their fate depends on how Elphaba acts towards Wendy.

I would like to point out that Wendy is crazy unpredictable. Her entire attitude will depend on how people will treat her and Jo on their first encounter. Which is why it's important for Elphaba to make a decent impression. But, I think we can all agree that Butterfly Effect would be hard to come by.

Have a good weekend!

(Also, my birthday is coming on the 6th!)