Here, let me explain a bit before I actually start:

Here are the questions I'm trying to answer in a creative way, and some of my ideas:
1. How did she get connected with the group that wanted to kill the wizard?
2. How did she survive immediately after leaving Glinda? She had nowhere to go, no one she knew, so where did she live?
3. Where did that "scar" come from? (You know, the one that Fiyero at one point looks at and thinks his diamonds rubbed off on her and then said it was some sort of scar but at the moment Elphie woke up and covered herself)
4. Was Elphaba a virgin before Fiyero, and if so, why didn't she bleed the first time? If not, who, what, where, when and why? And why is she no longer with this person?

Anyway, there's more to what I want to say before I write all of this…

So, my story is obviously based on the novel. I'm trying to keep the same writing style. However, there were a lot of sexual scenes or comments made throughout the actual novel. I've decided I'm writing what I can, and hopefully it won't sound really gross or anything. I don't THINK there will be much, especially not anytime soon. I'll warn you when its coming. I feel I have to write in the writing style of Gregory Maguire or it just doesn't work. I have ideas for some things (such as the question of Elphie being a virgin before Fiyero or not, which implications are given in the book). My friend has read it and says it's fine but that's because we've discussed the book and what we think happened in those five years between when she left Glinda and stayed in the Emerald City and when Fiyero runs into her. Not to mention that there are certain clues in the City of Emeralds chapter that (because I have no life) I've probably over-analyzed, but a few of them are obvious, of what she has been doing. For instance, I don't think she made up the code name when she was with Fiyero. I remember her telling him she had a code name and that was what it was, but I think she'd had it already. And then, this, which I hate pointing out but it might come into my story later... "'You think this is all new to me. You think I'm such a virgin.' She sighed. 'You didn't bleed the first time,' he observed. 'What's there to think?'"
Because I'm pathetic, I hate pointing that out because that implies that Fiyero wasn't her only... So one of the several questions I wanted to answer in my fan fic was: Was she or was she not a virgin before Fiyero? If she wasn't, who, what, where, when and why is she no longer with them? And, of course, did she love them? Warning: if you are completely attached to the theory that Fiyero was the only person she ever got close to, you might not like my third chapter. It doesn't have anything inappropriate, but even I hated parts of it because I'm so attached to the Elphie-Fiyero thing. It's not so bad. At least, I don't think so. I'm going for a chapter a week. It's about 16 chapters. And then an epilogue.

CHAPTER ONE: "Anything I have to"

Elphaba brought her cloak to the edges of her eyes as she turned away. Seeing Glinda's tears, she pressed the cloth to her face to dry her own, only to be reminded of the harsh fact that there were none. After a few moments she lowered her head and began to walk, unsure of where to go but aware that she must go somewhere.

She wrinkled her nose at the Emerald City around her. Industrialized as it was, it's supposed emerald sparkle was long gone, if it had ever really been there to begin with. Emerald was the wrong name for it; putrid green would've suited it much better. Granted, there were a few nice places here and there that were in fine upkeep, but the majority of houses and shops were dreary and deteriorating. If the city is such a mess, she asked herself, why are they building a yellow road with no use whatsoever instead of fixing this place up first? The roads here were barely recognizable, made of dirt and covered with free-floating trash. Several munchkin children were playing outside a shop that was so unkempt that the windows seemed to be black. Their clothes were faded and tattered, not unlike the conditions she'd lived in as a child in Quadling Country. She watched as one of the older boys began pulling on the youngest girl's bright orange hair, teasing her. The girl began to whine and Elphaba shook her head.

She knew she didn't have any place in particular to stay; she knew no one in this dull city. It wasn't too late to go back, find a way back to Shiz and meet back up with Boq and the rest of them and find out how the Philosophy Club escapade had turned out.. But going back to Shiz would mean working under Madame Morrible, being a pawn against the very thing she'd been seeking to fight for. There had to be a few others who were as outraged as she was. Every cause has at least a few fighters for it. However, these others wouldn't be quite so easy to come across, considering the political nature of the cause. "I must find an Animal," she mumbled, "but how can one tell if a creature were an animal or an Animal pretending to be an animal for safety?"

She glanced around once more, looking for something that would lead her to some sort of haven. The sky was darkening not only because evening was dawning, but also because clouds were crowding very threateningly above the Emerald City. She needed to get inside; she couldn't risk getting wet.

Down the road she spotted a narrow building that looked almost as if it had been shoved in between the two gigantic stores around it for the sake of saving space. The door was open slightly, leading inside. She continued down the road towards it and squinted to see some sort of sign telling her what was inside of that building, that, from where she stood, looked to be little more than a crawl space, a cubby, a closet.

As she approached she noticed someone had scrawled "homeless shelter" on the bricks next to the door. Elphaba found it hard to believe that the Wizard would allow government money, even such a minimum amount, to support the deprived or underprivileged. Bitter as she was, she hurried inside, if only for the sake of staying dry.

Within the shelter, she observed several figures near the doorway wearing hooded raincoats. An old woman, with laugh lines so deep that some people would think they'd gone beyond her skin, handed one to Elphaba. "Here. In case it rains. The roof leaks."

Elphaba nodded, quickly pulling on the raincoat, which was nothing more than pieces of malleable plastic sewn together, and glanced around the dark, ragged room. A family of Quadlings were huddled in the corner with two blankets, their skin looking a paler red then usual. The mother and father were sleeping and two little girls were pulling at each other's black, frizzy hair. One of the girls looked to be about seven, wearing a toddler dress that she had obviously grown out of. It was pink, and it was bursting at the seams, worn and torn. The other girl, no more than four, was dressed in clothes that were much older than the child, perhaps hand-me-downs, tattered and faded with time.

The only other table in the room was placed crookedly (for it was missing half of a leg) at the center, holding a scant amount of food. The food consisted of saltine crackers in two piece packages and small boxes of raisins. Most of what had once probably been placed on the table was scattered on the hardwood floor around it. She settled herself in to the darker side of the room, content with keeping to herself. She needed to decide where she would go from here.

The crumpled old woman who had handed her the raincoat waddled up to her, limping noticeably on her left leg. Though seemingly crippled, the woman had no difficulty crossing the room. "Can I have your name, dearie?"

"Yes." Elphaba bit her lip, chewing on the outer edge. She paused for a moment, wondering if she should give her real name. "My name is Milla," she refused to meet the eyes of this old woman, because she was fearful that her face might show how transparent that lie had been.

"Milla," Elphaba's welcome wagon muttered, writing it down on a clipboard in her hands. She struggled with the pen and pushed it against the paper so hard the first few sheets ripped. "Ah, nothing to worry about, I'll need a new pen. I can write that down later. Did you have any questions, dearie?"

Elphaba looked the woman in the eye for the first time, confidence masking everything else behind her own eyes, "Is there a limit to how long I can stay here?"

The woman didn't speak for a moment, perhaps stunned by the realization that it was no trick of light and that Elphaba's face was really green. She glanced at Elphaba's hands, seeing that they were green, too. "I don't mean to be rude, my dear, but are you ill?"

"I'm not sick at all." Elphaba responded with a tone of finality that said she didn't feel like discussing her skin. "So, how long can I stay?"

The woman, now standing on her tiptoes, brought her face closer to Elphaba's. A mole was visible right above her left eyebrow, protruding like it was announcing its presence and that all the world must see. "That depends. What are your political connections?"

Elphaba blinked, backing away from the woman subconsciously. "I don't believe I have any."

"Are you in any way connected to the palace?"

Before she gained her composure completely Elphaba wrinkled her nose and grimaced. "That's the last place I'd be connected with." These incriminating words spilled out of her mouth without warning. She immediately looked away, realizing that may have been a mistake.

"Good. Stay as long as you like."

"What?" Once again, Elphaba faced the wrinkly old woman. "Is this some kind of trap to catch the Wizard's enemies? Because if…"

"Hush now, dearie. Not everyone around here agrees with such a radical opinion. We've already arisen some suspicion, we don't need more."

"This is no homeless shelter." This was not a question, merely a statement.

"Yes it is." The wrinkles, on skin so dry it looked ready to crack, broke into a grin. "What isn't a homeless shelter is that." She pointed.

Following the old woman's gaze, Elphaba said, "All I see is a wall."

"Ah, you're going to need some sorcery lessons, I see. Once a few of our 'tenants' go to sleep, like the Quadlings in the corner – they don't want to be involved on either side, sweet things – fall asleep, we will meet. I'll open the 'door' for you. There's also a 'door' on the wall outside. But you'll have to learn to use it yourself and learn fast. We don't like to leave anything open for too long."

"Who is 'we'?"

"I'm afraid you'll have to wait for that answer, my dear. The little we have already said could be potentially dangerous. You never know who's listening. If you want, you may go to sleep, and I will wake you when the time comes." The old woman patted Elphaba gently on the head.

Elphaba hadn't been aware she was tired until that moment. "Thank you," she said, "are there any extra blankets?"

"Of course; and something to lay your pretty little head on, too. The pillows aren't very fluffy, I'm afraid."

"I don't mind." She watched the old woman lift her clipboard, her shortened gray hair hanging in her face, shaking as she bent her knees to reach for the clipboard when it slipped out of her hands. "Here." Elphaba handed it to her. "Am I allowed to ask your name?"

"Certainly. Around here, I'm known as Yackle."

Elphaba nodded, knowing better than to ask any questions, and watched the woman walk away to fetch her a moth-eaten blanket and a very featherless pillow. She was in awe at how quickly she had found the place she'd been looking to go to. Was it possible that some sort of spell, an enchantment, was cast over the building, attracting her and others who felt similarly about the Ozian government? Maybe the few who were not involved had simply walked by and noticed the scrawled words on the wall, needing a place to go. She squinted to see a hooded figure, and she was able to distinguish the stature of a Lion. Examining the others, she made out other such Animals and many people. Her doubts about this organization, whatever it may be, disappeared, and for a few brief hours, Elphaba went to sleep.

Elphaba was awoken without protest as Yackle motioned her towards the wall, indicating that she should move softly. Aside from the Quadlings, several others stayed behind - to keep watch, Elphaba assumed. "But there are only ten others!" She whispered to Yackle.

Yackle shook her head. "Nonsense, dearie. Not every one of our recruits, our team, meets this early or comes crowding into the shelter. Imagine if there were any more people or Animals here; wouldn't that rouse some suspicion? There's a spell to get in from an outer wall, too. I'd say, in all, there are about thirty of us."

As everyone entered from two opposite sides of the room, cloaks and hoods were removed, faces were revealed. This room had walls made of some sort of metal, Elphaba guessed it was steel, and the floors were marble. Unlike the shelter, this room was obviously always attended to and kept it good upkeep. Elphaba noted happily that the roof didn't leak in this room. She removed her cloak.

It took her a moment to become conscious of the fact that she was being stared at. Beneath the cloak, she wore a long black dress that was too short in the arms, only reaching her elbows. Under the fluorescent lights of the meeting room, her skin glowed an almost neon green. Elphaba glanced at herself and did as several others had and sat down at the table that everyone had crowded around. Lions, Horses, Bears and Goats made up approximately a third of the population in the room. But, it seemed, even with all of these minorities, she was still a magnet for stares and second glances. "I was born this way," she stated simply, not inviting questions. All at once, the people who had been stealing looks at her looked away.

From the front of the room, Yackle's scratchy voice rose above the quiet murmurs among the men and women at the table. "Settle down, all. Settle down." She cleared her throat. "Now, we've been planning and developing for months a plan for the move we must make. The plan is like a web, each individual is connected to this somehow. No matter how small the part you end up playing may seem, it is vital to the group that you carry out your part of the action. It will all happen simultaneously. You will not be told what your separate pieces are until the time comes to prepare for the move. And, of course, no one will know the full plan, for the good of the group. That is not up for discussion. Next order of business… initiation. Would Milla, Valick and Jenko please rise?"

Elphaba and two other men across the table who had been sitting next to each other across the table stood.

"Doubtless you've discovered what sort of organization we're running here. Seeing as you feel the same, we are against the Wizard and the Gale Force treating Animals and other such minorities more than just a little unfairly." Yackle began. "We've got reason to suspect that the Wizard is arranging the murders of Animals who have attempted to speak out or defy the rules by keeping other human qualities. Our mission is to stop that. In three little words: Kill the Wizard." Yackle turned to Elphaba and the other two who were standing. "Unbeknownst to the three of you, I've worked my own little spells and conducted a tiny bit of research and have come to the conclusion that all three of you would make welcome additions to this cause. If any of you have deceived me and decided otherwise, speak up now or you'll regret it later. Any of you?" She glanced at them.

Elphaba looked at the two men at the other end of the table. One looked to be the older and the one in charge from the way he was standing and his look of superiority. The younger was taller, darker (perhaps a half or quarter Quadling) and perfectly calm. Meanwhile the older one was very short – maybe, Elphaba thought, shorter than herself – and twitchy. She concluded that they must know each other outside of here, being as they'd sat next to each other and had been talking much of the time. Elphaba didn't like the way the older one was looking at Yackle; he was attempting to look committed to what she was saying, but Elphaba sensed that he might not be there for all of the right reasons. The other, younger one would have to be the same way, considering they'd most likely come there together. She glanced at the younger, more tranquil one again, trying to find something in his posture or facial expressions that would confirm her suspicions. When she looked at his face, he was staring right back at her. Elphaba, who always shifted uncomfortably under another's gaze, looked away and returned her attention to Yackle.

"Good." The old woman was saying, "You three will stay."

At this point, Elphaba wondered if she should point out the suspicious behavior of the older of the two newcomers. She turned back to the pair for a moment and found that the younger one was still looking at her. Instead of looking away, she raised her eyes to meet his challenge.

Elphaba wasn't sure if she'd tuned out all noise or if no one was talking, but there was silence in the room for a moment. She stared unblinkingly back at her challenger and tried to read his eyes. However his eyes showed very little. All she observed was their color. They were a deep, dark brown with a hint of green – or it was possible that was just Elphaba's reflection. He smiled at her, not mockingly or scornfully, but kindly. This is what made Elphaba finally turn away.

"Milla, dear, I got the feeling that you didn't tell me your real name. In fact, I got that from you two, too." She gestured to the two men. "Would you care to tell us?"

Elphaba stared at Yackle, dumbstruck. "I-I-I'm s…"

"Don't apologize, dearie, almost every single being in here gave a false name at the start."

There were a few laughs and several "I did"s.

"Elphaba," she said, "Elphaba Thropp."

"Jansied Lithen," said the older of the two men, looking at the ground. "And this is…"

"Madikien Suding," finished the younger one.

"Good, good. And I am Yackle. Only Yackle. That is who I am inside this building."

Elphaba looked up, confused.

"We don't only use this building. The planning can't be done in here. It's too easy to overhear things in here and we can all hear and see each other. Come back three days from now, my dearies. On appointed days, you will enter this room, I give you a time and you are split up into groups and you enter the 'cell'. In the 'cell' you will use a code-name that only I an the higher officials can know. You'll be in separate compartments, and a voice from the middle will give you instructions, addressing you by your code name. Don't try and decipher voices, there's always a masking spell. No one can know who is doing what. If the Gale Force should catch you, the most information they can get from you is your own small piece of the puzzle. That is the most information you will ever be told. And even that will not give us away, for we've got a nice spell over this room. When you reenter the 'shelter', know on these walls, they are not hollow." Yackle grinned.

"You will each have your own individual spell to open this room, and that spell will work for you and only you. Restrictions are placed on the spells as to who can let others in and who cannot. I am the only one in the room who has the power to let another person or Animal in, aside from Haladean over there," Yackle gestured to a man in his mid-fifties with gray hair who was standing behind Jansied and Madikien. Elphaba guessed that he had been the one to let them in.

"This meeting is dismissed for all excepting Elphaba, Madikien and Jansied. The rest of you know your time, day and, of course, your code-name so you may exit. Haladean, you may stay and assist me if you wish. "

Haladean did nothing to acknowledge Yackle's comment, he simply continued standing where he was.

The three newcomers approached the front of the room and Yackle slid a painting off the wall and opened the safe it had been covering. She removed a small box. The three of them were each handed a scrap of paper and a pen.

"You are to write your real name, your chosen code-name and where you reside. Don't worry about anyone else finding your information, even I cannot read it until it is dipped in some red wine and a spell is said."

Elphaba wrote out her name, not surprised to see each letter disappear into the paper moments after the ink had touched it. "Elphaba Thropp," she wrote. A code-name… using "Milla" now would be a bit obvious. She remembered when Nessa had been learning to speak and couldn't properly pronounce Elphaba's name. "El-FAE-ba", she'd said. Elphaba simply wrote down "Fae". She had nothing to write for the last bit of information. She looked up, "Yackle?"


"I don't, um, reside any place in particular."

"I don't understand, dearie. Everyone has a home or they would've been here a long time ago, seeing as this is a homeless shelter. And one of the only shelters, no doubt."

"I have a home, but I don't live there anymore. And I had a dorm, but…"

"You went to Shiz, dearie?"

"How'd you know?"

"You forget that it's currently the only girls' college in all of Oz. Who is the head there?"

"Madame Morrible."

"No need to say more. So, you left home, left college and now all you have are the clothes you are wearing and that cloak."


"You'll have to stay here, tonight, but I might he able to find a place you can call yours. I have to contact a few people so everything works itself out correctly. I do hate to make you sleep here, though…"

"It's fine." Elphaba said hurriedly. "May I talk to you for a moment, in private, please?"

Yackle glanced at Madikien and Jansied, who were excitedly whispering on the other side of the room, having already handed Yackle their scraps of paper. "Don't worry about them. They aren't listening."

"Well, it's about them, actually."

Yackle looked over at the two men once more before saying, "Go on."

"I'm aware that I should trust your judgment, for you did say you were sure that all three of us would be good for the cause, but something about them tells me otherwise," Elphaba said, looking at the floor. "At least Jansied seems suspicious to me, if not the other."

"Ahh, yes. Jansied does seem suspicious, and it's hard to read Madikien. Well, I'm not particularly sure if they are deceitful or not and I'd hate to have them against us if they aren't already. And if they are with the Wizard and we found out, we could use it as a major advantage. But we don't need any more enemies, so for now, I've agreed with Haladean that they'll stay. Come to think of it, I do need someone to keep an eye on at least one of them. In fact, that gives me an idea. Gentlemen?" Yackle called across the room. "Miss Elphaba has no place to stay and the only places I can think of are nowhere near anyone else in the organization. Do either of you know of anywhere somewhat near you where she could stay - temporarily, at least?"

Jansied shook his head.

"Actually," Madikien offered, "I live in abandoned warehouse and there's a room connected to mine through a large closet. As far as I know, it's empty, too."

"Thank you. Will you two gentlemen please step back into the 'shelter'? We will be out in a moment. I just need to make sure Miss Elphaba will have a place to stay permanently by the end of the week.

They nodded and left.

"Is this my first assignment?" Elphaba asked, unsure of what she was supposed to do or how she was supposed to do whatever it was.

"Yes, if one of them is on the wrong side, then, in all probability, so is the other. Madikien will be harder to catch, but I believe if he is a traitor, you can catch him."

"In less then a week?"

"Oh, silly dear, did you not hear him say he was almost sure you 'temporary residence is abandoned? If this proves to be correct, I believe we might have an 'indefinite shortage of housing'." Yackle said, cackling. "Now, this is going to be a difficult task for you, especially you, seeing as you seem a little guarded and anti-social. But that's good in this organization for it's best to put distance between you and others, inside or outside of this group of people. However, this is a special case. You need to get close to him. I don't care how. Become friendly. Seduce him." Yackle paused, seeing the look on Elphaba's face and said, "Don't think you can't do it. If you would let yourself, you could be somewhat attractive."

"But I can't. I mean, I never - "

"The more a person wants something, the more they're willing to tell to get it. I'm not telling you to go too far, my dear. Though the circumstances might make it quite difficult… it wouldn't be such a bad idea. But you seem like a strong one; I think you can take care of yourself. And Elphaba?"

Elphaba looked up, "What?"

"How much does the plight of the Animals matter to you?"

"It's the reason I left Shiz. The only Animal on the staff was murdered, and I'm positive Madame Morrible was behind it." Elphaba could already feel livid determination bubbling.

"You seem like a strong-minded child. Understand this: This cause is your life now. It won't be all you do day and night, but it will affect each and every thing you do. No single person is more important, no drop of blood, no emotion, you understand what I mean? In truly dedicating yourself to this cause, you are saying and understanding that you yourself as a person mean nothing. You, yourself, as a piece of this," Yackle motioned around her, "mean a little. Understood?"


"Good. Then answer me this: what are you willing to do to complete this first assignment?"

Elphaba looked at herself, clothed in black clothes a little too tight for her, black hair back in a bun, standing straight and anxious. She was nothing now. She had never been anything to begin with. The morals and values of society or of her own beliefs no longer existed unless they existed within this new organization. "Anything I have to," she said, assuring herself as well, "anything I have to."