Author’s Note: A sequel! -triumphant music- Technically, you could read this without ever having read The Dare, as this is a somewhat independent story. (And, sadly, not Fiyeraba. :D) So if you are not in the mood to read this story’s predecessor, then here is some general information:
1) Glinda, as in The Good variety, is blind.
2) Fiyero and Elphaba are married…
3) and are currently living in a cabin in the woods, because
4) when they were living in Kiamo Ko the Gale Force came knocking on the door for them.
Haha, I might change my title, and the summary stinks. :P So does my Disclaimer but hey, girls just wanna have fun!
Also, this story is not mapped out. I have no ending, only a middle. :D So bear with me!
And: um…updates will be like, once every week and a half/two weeks. Why? Because I spent a lot of time on this story, I now have a C in Geometry and a C+ in English. Um, yuck. I’m a complete nerd so that does not work for me! Anywho…all you have to do is read, review, and enjoy.

Disclaimer: Last night…I had a dream. I found myself in a heaven – called WickedJelly-owns-Wicked Land. It was bliss, I was famous beyond my wildest dreamings and I was – happy. Then, out of the abyss, walked a Cow – reality. I asked if my profit from Wicked had increased in the last week.
She said, “Dream on.”
…darn.

Title: Whatever Way Stories End
Rating: T
Summary: Boq has been having some strange dreams: Glinda goes missing. His best friends are...alive? Then one of his dreams comes true and he is forced to rely on the others to provide him with the help he needs. But with if that help isn't what he expected?

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Boq awoke with a start, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. He panted slightly as his eyes darted about the room frantically before finally resting on the beauty that lay sleeping beside him: Glinda. His wife.

For a clock tick Boq forgot about his dreams – no, nightmares. After all, even the simple act of looking at Glinda made him forget everything. She was beautiful, she was perfect, and she was his.

But then it all came back.

A man and a woman dressed in wedding finery, holding hands, enter a castle. The air is serene and amiable. The man leans in for a kiss to which his bride accepts. Together they stand there, soaking in each other’s presence, knowing that all they have is each other. Follow them up two flights of stairs, down a hall, to the right, then the left, then up another flight of stairs, finally stopping at a room on the immediate left. They enter and she walks over to the only window and from it you can see a seemingly never-ending forest of trees.

Zoom in. The man is a light chocolate in color and the woman is…green.

Switch scenes.

There is a woman chained to a cold, stone wall. The room is dark, but you have a feeling the lack of light is of no concern to the woman. What does concern her is the sound of heavy footsteps echoing in the adjacent hallway. The woman squeezes her eyes shut in anticipation; she knows who – and what – the footsteps will bring.

In walks a big, elderly woman. She strides over to the other, younger woman, unleashes a chain of insults, and harshly strikes her across the cheek. The victim’s head is consequently thrown back against the hard wall, creating a hollow sound. She tries to kick her offender in retaliation, but to no avail. The offender cackles and then laves.

Zoom in. The woman on the wall…has curly blonde hair.

The bizarre dreams left Boq feeling confused and, naturally, fearful. He couldn’t help but think that he’d had a premonition of sorts. He briefly toyed with the idea of telling Glinda but quickly dismissed it; they were only dreams after all, and so there was no need to worry her. At least, he hoped.

But she was Glinda the Good; she was wise and kind to all her subjects and had admirers by the dozens. There would always be people watching over her. But maybe, just to be precautious, he should heighten her security a bit, maybe limit her daily public appearances to…not daily. Then all would be good.

Glinda, somehow knowing that her companion was asleep no longer, stirred and Boq leaned over to give her a kiss. “Morning, dear.”

“Already?” she mumbled sleepily. Her eyelids opened and she sat up in bed slowly, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close. She breathed in and said, “Mmm, you smell good.”

Boq blushed furiously (Glinda still had that kind of effect on him) but managed to push out a semi-coherent reply. “Thanks, youdotoo.”

Glinda only smiled and brushed her hand over his forehead. Feeling the heavy amount of moisture that had accumulated over his brows, she frowned. “Did you have a bad dream, honey?”

“No,” Boq lied. “I was just…really hot.”

“You’re always hot,” she teased, lying back down.

“No, actually, I have a tendency to be cold.” Noticing her expression he considered the alternate meaning. “Oh. Yes. Um…I am, aren’t I?”

Glinda only rolled her eyes and asked, “what time is it?”

“About nine-thirty.”

“Oh!” His wife sat back up in bed. “I’m supposed to visit a school today at eleven.”

“About that…I’m…not so sure you should go out today,” Boq said tentatively.

“Why not?”

“Because…there might be a really bad storm,” he elaborated.

“Uh-huh. Listen, Boq…dear…I’m not as weak as you think I am.”

“Glinda, I’m serious.”

“And I am, too!” his wife responded angrily. “I have people protecting me and I’m not stupid.”

The Munchkin sighed and rubbed his chin. “I never implied that, but…I just don’t like you going out all the time.”

Glinda’s face softened. “You mean…you miss me?”

That wasn’t what he was getting at but it was true, as he was never allowed to accompany her when she made her appearances. Why, he had no idea, but she was always gone for at least four hours a day and he was constantly feeling lonely.

“Of course! Yes, I do.”

She paused, considering the options. “Well then, you can come with me! I can’t believe we’ve never thought of that before.”

That wasn’t what he was getting at either, but it would just have to do. After a clock tick Boq replied, “oh, alright. I’ll go with you.”