New story here! Yay! This story was sort of inspired by the Angel episode "Spin the Bottle," so if you've seen that, you know at least the premise of what's happening. If you haven't, don't worry, it won't affect your understanding of the story at all.
Other stuff: I am redoing my Latin translation of Wicked, so you might want to check that out. I'm also thinking about doing some genderbent one shots, so that might be fun.
And, without further adieu, the story! Enjoy!
Dorothy was terrified, to say the least. It would have been one thing if the Wicked Witch of the West had simply swooped down on that broomstick of hers, but no, she just had to give the girl an extra fright by appearing in a cloud of red smoke. Dorothy, the Scarecrow, and the Tin Man all leapt backwards in terror. The Witch seemed to enjoy that.
"So, my fine gentlemen," she said mockingly, glaring at the Scarecrow and the Tin Man. "Helping the little lady along, are you? Well, stay away from her! Or I'll stuff a mattress with you! And you! I'll use you for a beehive! Here, Scarecrow, wanna play-…" But, as a small breeze rustled through the trees, the Witch seemed to realize her precarious position on top of the barn. With a fear that Dorothy was perplexed by, the Witch looked wildly around at her surroundings, and then confusedly at her broomstick. "What the hell? Why am I …?" But she never got to finish that question as she suddenly lost her balance, and fell off the barn with a shriek.
But Dorothy's confusion only grew as both the Scarecrow and the Tin Man shouted in panic, "Elphaba!" and then proceeded to help the Witch up.
The Witch, however, did not receive their help calmly. "Get off me! I don't know you two! Who …?" Then she thought of something. "Oh, I get the picture. You're two of Avaric's pals, aren't you? You drugged me, and then brought me out here so you could scare me, huh? Well, sorry to disappoint, but it's going to take a little more than a couple of weird costumes to frighten me!"
"Elphaba, what are you talking about?" the Tin Man asked. "It's me, Boq."
Her eyes widened in recognition. "Boq? But, you're …" She grabbed one of his silver colored hands and put it in front of his face, not wanting to say it herself.
"Whoa!" He registered his tin features with surprise. "Someone's done something to us!"
"Yeah, look what they did to me!" the Scarecrow whined. "I'm straw! Who does that to a person?" He pouted when the Witch didn't answer him. "What, you don't recognize me, O Mighty Green One?"
"No," the Witch deadpanned. Then she smirked at his crestfallen expression. "Of course I recognize you, brainless. Who else would call me 'O Mighty Green One'?"
"I love you too, Fae."
Dorothy, now utterly lost, finally spoke up. "Scarecrow! Tin Man! Have you forgotten who that is?!" she yelled, pointing a shaking finger at the Witch. "What is going on?"
Fiyero and Boq turned to Dorothy, noticing her for the first time. "I'm sorry, do I know you?" Fiyero asked.
"Of course you do! I'm Dorothy! I helped you off your pole, remember?" She addressed Boq. "And you! You were rusted, and I oiled you so you could move again! You don't remember that?"
"No," Boq answered honestly.
But Dorothy forgot about them for the time being as she marched boldly up to Elphaba. "And you! You just threatened to kill me and my friends, and now they suddenly like you?! What did you do to them?!"
"I-I didn't do anything," Elphaba said, stunned by the accusation. "I don't even know you! Why would I want to kill you?"
"Because … because … I don't know," Dorothy finished lamely, not wanting to remind the Witch of her borderline insane desire for the ruby slippers.
Elphaba sighed. "Well, alright then. Boys, I suggest we go back to Shiz and see if Madam Morrible can do something about your rather interesting new appearances."
"But how?" Fiyero asked. "We have no idea where we are!"
"Well, we're obviously on the Yellow Brick Road …" Suddenly, an idea came to her. "We're on the Yellow Brick Road! We can go see the Wizard! He'll be able to help us out!"
"You think so?" Boq asked skeptically. "I mean, no doubt he can help us, but he's a pretty busy guy, you know, ruling Oz and all."
"Oh, I bet he wouldn't say no to Madam Morrible's promising young sorcery student and her friends." She grinned. "Come on, boys, indulge me. I've always wanted to see the Emerald City."
"It's boring," Fiyero said. "Just a bunch of green, sparkly buildings and crazy people dressed in green … there's A LOT of green in the EC, which I guess would kinda suit you …"
She hit him on the arm. "Not amusing."
"You realize that that did not hurt me whatsoever. I'm made of straw now, remember?"
"Oh yeah. Darn."
"Well, I'm going to see the Wizard too," Dorothy cut in. "I want him to help me get home to Kansas. C-could I come with you?"
"Why, of course you can!" Elphaba said. "I'm Elphaba, by the way, and this is Fiyero and Boq."
"I-I'm Dorothy," Dorothy said nervously, still half expecting the Witch to start screaming at her again.
So, they set off on the Yellow Brick Road again. Dorothy found it very strange to see the Scarecrow and the Tin Man chatting casually with the Wicked Witch of the West. She wasn't sure what had happened to her two best friends and her worst enemy, but she knew she had to be grateful that the Witch (or Elphaba, apparently) seemed to have forgotten about her sister's death and the ruby slippers. It stung to see the guys ignore her, though.
Eventually, they stopped for the night. "Here, I'll go catch an animal," Boq said as they settled down. "For some reason, I have an axe now." He grinned proudly.
Elphaba gave him a look that could scare the dead. "Tell me you're not serious."
"Hey, I said 'animal,' not 'Animal'!"
That night, Dorothy was almost asleep when Elphaba lay down next to her. She jolted awake. "Hi," she said awkwardly.
Elphaba turned her head towards the girl. "Hey. I didn't mean to wake you up."
"I-it's alright." Dorothy looked up the sky. "The stars here are different from the ones in Kansas."
"What's … Kan-ziz like?" Elphaba asked.
"Grey. Very grey. And dry. I hated it when I first went to live with Uncle Henry and Aunt Em."
"Why'd you have to move there?"
Dorothy hesitated; was she really going to tell the Wicked Witch all about her personal life? But, the Witch did seem genuinely curious, so Dorothy answered, "My parents died when I was small. They were lost at sea."
"Oh, I'm so sorry. My mother died when I was little too." But Elphaba stopped there. She wasn't about to tell a girl whom she had just met her biggest secret, her only secret. And so, not long after, the Kansan and the Ozian both fell asleep, the animosity between them almost forgotten.
Hoped you liked it! Tell me what you think.
Thanks for reading!