Hello there. Here's a new story for you to digest and hopefully, enjoy enough to review (please do). The beginning might seem a little different from where this is going, but the first three chapters are build-up to the actual story, which will actually be a sequel to Wicked. So enjoy this first bit, and please review! Oh, and not to seem too full of myself or anything but this (especially chapter 2) is probably one of the best and one my of my favourite things I've ever written.

Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked. Sad day.

Resist

Chapter I

Glinda Upland stumbled off the train and into the crisp, evening air. Tears blurred her vision as she tried to find the only person who was left for her: Fiyero Tiggular. He approached her with two bouquets of flowers and a broad grin, which, Glinda couldn't help but notice, wavered as he saw her tears and lonesome self. The blonde threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and sobbing into his chest.

"What's wrong?" Fiyero asked, too afraid to ask the question that was really on his mind. She mumbled an answer that he couldn't make out. "Glinda, what's wrong?" Still, no reply. Finally, Fiyero took Glinda by the shoulders and peeled her off of him. "Glinda, what's wrong?"

She collapsed into more tears, bringing her hands up to her face, shrieking and sobbing, eliciting stares from other people on the platform. The only word he could pick out was "Elphie."

Fiyero was now concerned, at least, more than he had been before. He shook her to get her attention and show his urgency. "Glinda, where's Elphaba?" More tears came, and Fiyero ordered, "Breathe, and tell me where Elphaba is. Is she here? Is she with the Wizard?"

Glinda shook her head ferociously, shaking violently with sobs. Fiyero's heart wrenched for his girlfriend, and for the green girl who was mysteriously missing. Fiyero had a bad feeling about this. Glinda took several deep breaths to try and calm the hysterics, and finally managed to choke out, "She—she—s-she—"

"What Glinda?" Fiyero demanded.

Glinda took another deep breath and said, "The Wiz—Wizard turned against h-her! She—she f-found o-out about hi-his s-s-spies-s! She—she's a fu-fu-fugiti-ive now!" And then she collapsed into more sobs.

Fiyero took the petite blonde into his arms and grabbed her bags. He carefully led her out of the station and slowly walked the short trek back to Shiz University; Glinda crying all the way. Fiyero wanted to chuckle to himself because he was sure his shirt was completely soaked by now, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. He knew that Glinda would be surrounded by her friends (however shallow they may be) as soon as they arrived at a central point on campus, Fiyero made the executive decision to take her somewhere where they could talk.

But where? Both of their dorms were too far to go unnoticed, and it would be too scandalacious to go there, despite Fiyero's reputation, which he was surprised to realize he didn't care too much for nowadays, anyway. The library was an option, but if something bad had happened to Elphaba, Fiyero didn't want to remind Glinda of the good times they'd had there. The dining hall would be too crowded with people eating midnight dessert. The main courtyard would probably be filled with students playing an intramural game since it was a Saturday night, despite the late hour. They could sneak into the OzDust Ballroom, but, if there wasn't a party going on, the place would have too many memories of Elphaba. Finally, Fiyero decided to try and find a secluded nook in the large garden maze. He had discovered a great little area while wandering the maze and, well, thinking. Thinking of Elphaba, mostly.

And so the Prince led Glinda through the high foliage and to the secluded courtyard, where they could talk uninterrupted. He sat her down on a bench, placing her bags on the ground. For a long time, they just sat there in silence, the only noise being the distant chatter of students and Glinda's crying.

When she had run out of tears, Glinda took Fiyero's hands and a deep breath. She exhaled and told him the story of their wonderful day in the Emerald City. She told him of the show Wiz-O-Mania and their audience with the Wizard and how wonderful it had started off. She told him how Madame Morrible was now the Wizard's Press Secretary. She told him of Elphaba's accident that turned the monkeys into flying monkeys. She told him how Elphaba had been appalled by the fact that Wizard was behind the Animal attacks (to which Fiyero became upset too). She told him how Elphaba had run to the attack, and how Glinda had followed her, trying to knock some sense in her head. Somewhat reluctantly, Glinda admitted that she had turned Elphaba down on going with her and making a difference in the world. She told Fiyero how Elphaba had cast a spell on a broom, allowing her to fly off into the Western sky, now the most wanted criminal in all of Oz.

Fiyero held Glinda to his chest, not wanting to believe the truth. Elphaba Thropp was now the Wicked Witch of the West.

Elphaba Thropp hyperventilated as she collapsed to the ground off the broom. She laid face down on the ground, tears streaming down her face. The witch had stayed in the air as long as possible, but her energy gave out, and now she was too tired to move. She closed her eyes and wished that she would simply die. It would be easier than living like this.

The green girl had never been afraid of anything, but now she was consumed by fear. What was she supposed to do now? For once, she had jumped into the abyss without seeing how far the fall was. And she was still falling. Elphaba was angry with herself for taking a leap of faith and actually standing up for what she believed in, instead of simply wanting something to change. And look where it had gotten her: she was a fugitive, lost somewhere in the middle of the Great Gillikin Forest.

Elphaba wished she could say a real goodbye to her friends and family. Glinda had understood that Elphaba needed to do this, but their goodbye had been rushed and too full of adrenaline to be too sincere. Fiyero would presumably find out the truth from Glinda, and he would understand, too; Elphaba just wished she could have explained everything to him, including how she felt for him, which Elphaba didn't completely understand herself. Nessarose probably would find out from Glinda, or a newspaper, and, either way, wouldn't be happy with Elphaba at all. In fact, she would probably hate Elphaba and spend even more time with a boy who didn't love her, and didn't believe that Elphaba was innocent. Her father would hate her even more and wouldn't protect her, even if she asked.

Elphaba knew she was in a bad situation.

She had nowhere to go, nothing to do, only ideals and dreams of a world that would never be possible on her own.

And what of Fiyero? Elphaba felt in her heart that he was worried for her, but she couldn't constantly wonder what could have been between them. And it wasn't fair to Glinda if there was something there between them. Elphaba needed to set the record straight and clear the air with Fiyero.

She rummaged through her small bag and pulled out a flyer for Wiz-O-Mania that listed show times and the cast. The back was clear, so she grabbed and small, wooden pencil and began to scrawl out her thoughts and wants, knowing that this was for the best and then the real work would begin.

WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST TERRORIZES OZ

Fiyero had a panic attack when he saw the headline on the front page of the newspaper the next morning. He began to hyperventilate as he read the article, praying that she would be safe from the legions of Gale Force guards who would be out looking for her. He ripped the front page off the newspaper and tore it into shreds, scrambling it up and throwing the pieces into the air. He glared at anyone reading the story, which was basically everyone, and stormed back to his dorm, not able to bear to be with Glinda right now, who was mourning in her own way.

It seemed that overnight Gale Forcers had swarmed Shiz, searching for the Wicked Witch of the West, as an anonymous tip had said that she might come back here. It seemed that the anonymous person was the ex-Headmistress of Shiz, Horrible Morrible. Professor Penoint was now the Headmaster, starting as soon as Madame Morrible officially became the Wizard's Press Secretary, which was on the docket for later this morning.

Fiyero slammed the door to his dorm, bolting it so that even Glinda would be forced to stay out. He couldn't bear to see her right now. He wasn't sure what exactly he felt for Elphaba, but it wasn't loathing or contempt or even mutual friendship. Fiyero had never felt this way before. When their hands had touched, something in his stomach had leaped up to his throat, taking over his brain. Part of him had hoped that her fingers would graze his hand when he handed her those flowers early yesterday morning (had it really been not that long ago? It seemed like years…), but they had not.

The branches of the tree outside his window scratched against the pane of the window that overlooked the courtyard. The window was cracked. Fiyero shuddered because of a chill in the room he hadn't noticed before. The gray skies outside matched his bleak mood and the sharp air matched his temper and emotions. Fiyero closed his eyes and listened to the wind and the tree hitting the window. It was funny. He had never cared for these simple things before. He had simply dismissed them as a part of a calm life he wanted no part of.

Fiyero opened his eyes, ran a hand through his short, messy hair, and looked over at the door. As if right on cue, there was a firm knock. He walked over and opened it, praying that it wasn't Glinda. It wasn't. It was Boq. He handed Fiyero an envelope and said, "Nessa told me to give it to you." And then Boq walked away, clearing not wanting to talk.

The Winkie Prince walked back to his bed after re-bolting the door. He sat on the edge and stared at the word written on the outside of the envelope. It was his name, written in a handwriting he knew so well. The letter was from Elphaba.

More carefully than ever before, Fiyero opened the envelope, trying not to rip something that had been in Elphaba's hands not too long ago. He carefully slid out the paper from the envelope and unfolded it, noticing how it must have been from her time in the Emerald City. Taking a deep breath, Fiyero began to read her neat handwriting.

Fiyero,

I know that you probably are really upset and confused right now, but it's for the best, I promise. I know we didn't (well, don't) know each other that well, but I like to think of us as sort of friends, if that's okay with you. I really liked the poppies you gave me. It was kind of you to get me flowers at all. Poppies are my favorites; I don't know how you knew or if it was just a lucky guess. Look, I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry for disappearing. You won't be able to find me. I know you think about Dr. Dillamond a lot, and I had to take this opportunity to stand up for what's right. I hope you understand.

Anyway, I know that Glinda is going to be upset for quite some time. Comfort her and let her know that I miss her. I know she can be strong if she tries. Don't let her be too worried about me. I know what I got myself into, and I can do this. Please, please, please try to be there for her. She will need you more than ever. And don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Perhaps we shall meet again in another life.

Sincerely,

Elphaba Thropp

P.S. Try not to act so shallow and self-absorbed. It's not very becoming of a future king.

The short letter seemed so formal, so distant that Fiyero knew that there was something desperate and caring beneath the straight-laced façade. The only part that seemed like the Elphaba he knew was the post script. Genuinely self-absorbed and deeply shallow. That was how Fiyero had described himself to her. It was all a pretense.

And yet, Fiyero knew that Elphaba really wanted him to be happy with Glinda. And so he would try. He would be the best boyfriend Glinda Upland ever had, if it would please the girl he thought he loved.

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