Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, lines, or plots of the novel Wicked, the musical Wicked, or any of the many incarnations of the Wizard of Oz. Please don't sue me; no profit is being gained.

Author's Notes: This is my first fic submission, though not really my first written. I would appreciate any constructive feedback. I also have the inkling to expand this into a longer Gelphie Slash fic that will hopefully not be quite this sappy, but probably will be very sentimental. Last little thing; I'm basing this off of the musical but my Elphaba characterization seems to be more in keeping with the book, so that may be a cautious OOC warning. Anyway, on with the show.

Your honorable Ozness, I am most honored…no, delighted…eager. Right. Eager to have the opportunity to speak with you.

She sat with her back to a tree in the woods just outside Shiz, comtemplating, concentrating, practicing. There was just so much to say she really needed the quiet time alone to be able to mull things over.

"And I will of course wear the most beautiful dress with…with lace and silk and…and pearls!"

Or whatever. I wish to appeal to you, not on my own behalf, but on behalf of my most illustrious and…and kind…

"You will of course be my Maiden of Honor, and don't worry I shan't put you some hideoucious gown for fear of being upstaged. After all, who could…"

And innocent professor, the highly academically decorated Dr. Dilla-

"Elphie are you listening to me?"

The green girl smiled up at the sunlight streaming through the branches above her.

"Of course not," she replied, not even glancing at her blond companion. "Do I ever?"

"Oooh!" exclaimed the petite girl, maneuvering her skirts in order to move closer to her infuriating friend. "Elphaba, you are just awful sometimes," she said plopping down in front where she could not be ignored. "This is important!"

Elphaba laughed, a high, happy cackle and threw back her head.

"Oh Galinda, don't pout. I'm only teasing. Now what did you want?"

Galinda huffed and primed as she spoke, saying, "Well, what I wanted to know was what your best color is."

Elphaba raised an eyebrow. "You mean…to wear?"

"Of course!" Galinda said, rolling her eyes.

"Why?"

"For your bridesmaid's dress."

Elphaba snorted. "Black. That's my best color."

"Now that's not even true," scolded Galinda, letting out a sigh of exasperation. "And you can't wear black at a wedding. What about pink?"

"Ugh. I think you're confusing us, Galinda."

"Green goes good with pink."
"No, it doesn't."

"Yes it does!" Galinda insisted, swatting Elphaba's pointed, black hat over her eyes."

At this they both burst into giggles.

"So," Elphaba asked when the laughter had subsided. "Whose wedding am I attending?"

"Mine"

"Yours?"

"Mmm-hmm. Mine and Fiyero's." Explained Galinda, snuggling into the crook of her friend's arm.

Elphaba smiled. "You think we'll still be friends then?"

"Of course we will! We'll be friends forever."

Her friend blinked. "Forever's a long time."

Galinda sat up. "You don't think we'll be friends then?" she demanded sharply.

"It doesn't make much sense that we're friends now."

Galinda shook her head. "That's what other people say Elphie, but it's not true. Don't you say that".

Elphaba pushed herself up on her elbows. "So you think makes perfect sense that you," she said gesturing to the pale, pink, blond and brightly dressed pixie before her. "And me," motioning toward her own drab, black frock, "Should be friends?"

"Best friends," Galinda corrected. "Of course. I told you," she said with a grin. "Green goes good with pink."

Elphaba chuckled, then glanced up.

"We should head back. It's getting late."

Galinda sighed. "Yes, I suppose."

They were walking back toward Shiz when Galinda stopped and darted off the path, racing down the small incline leading to the wilderness.

"Galinda, what are you doing?" called Elphaba exasperatedly.

"Elphie, come here! Look at this!"

With a brief sigh and a roll of eyes she made her way to the sound to the blond girl's voice.

"What?" she demanded.

"Look," cried Galinda, pointing.

Elphaba looked in the direction indicated. She blinked. "It's a plant."

"It's a rose."

"So?"

"I didn't know they had them here! We have roses all around the house back home; they're very difficult to grow, you know, temperamental. Look!" she cried excitedly pulling Elphaba toward the bush. "They've already started blooming! And out here in the wild! How unusual…"

It was a small, tangled, leafy tree accentuated by clumps of tiny pink flowers. Elphaba squinted. Galinda was right; these were rare, real roses and not the wild tea roses that grew every which way. Pretty.

"The gardener back home would say that roses are the Queen of Flowers. It's the most beautiful, delicate, fragrant…"

"Ow!" cried Elphaba, who had moved a hand in for a closer look only to quickly pull it back. She inspected her scraped hand, eying the bush warily. "Nasty bite for a queen."

Galinda giggled, earning her a glare from her injured friend.

"Well," she said. "Delicate royalty needs a fierce protector and a strong stem."

"Hmm," Elphaba replied.

"You know," said Galinda, gazing at the green girl standing beside the briar bush, she tilted her head to one side. "It's sort of like us."

"Us?" said Elphaba raising her eyebrows.

"Yes. Us," she replied, turning to the plant in question. "A pretty, pink, useless flower held up and protected by a plain, green, strong, powerful and thorny stem." With that she turned her head to peek at Elphaba out of her eyelashes with a shy smile.

Elphaba didn't smile. "You're not useless," she said softly.

"Who said I was the flower?" said Galinda, eyes wide with feigned surprise. This earned her little half smile.

"Really though," said Elphaba. "A stem has no purpose on its own. It needs something to…to…to hold up."

She stood there looking at the rosebush shoulder to shoulder with Galinda who continued to inspect her friend out of the corner of her eye. She reached her left hand out to intertwine it with the calloused, sweet pea colored one next to her. Elphaba blinked, then slowly moved her gaze to the hands between them. She swallowed.

She broke the link.

"Good Oz, are we sentimental today."

"I suppose," said Galinda, playing with the front of her dress.

"Well, let's get on then. We've wasted enough time here," Elphaba grunted, trudging back to the path.

"Are you coming?" she called.

Galinda's head snapped up. Elphaba was already standing on the beaten path. The sun set to the West behind her. It darkened and illuminated the girl's green skin, surrounding her with the light of the late setting sun.

"Red," Galinda whispered. "It'll be red."

"Galinda!"

"Coming!"