Author's note: Yargh; this be my last chapter. Just so ya know. I hope to finish 'Those were the years' and then take a break from writing for a while. I did have another story that I was going to write that was Galinda based, but I think that I'll give the plot bunny to my friend Anglefire13; she ought to enjoy it. I am going to try to catch up on my typing the next few days…it is hard to let go of this story; I really liked writing it. But I promised Lazielindsay, (who changed her name;) that I wouldn't make this really all that long.
So there you go. Enjoy my last chapter!
Disclaimer: I thought I have made it clear by now that my name is SHILOH! Not Gregory. Sorry that I can't come up with a more original disclaimer! SO sue me. You won't get much out of it anyway. And Joanne Jefferson is my lawyer. So you'll lose.
Flamethrower: Go ahead flame me! See if I care! (Sings) Come on baby light my fire…try to set my night on fire! (Goes flat) Liked it? I got more! (Sings) Hit me with you best shot! Why don't you hit me with your best shot? Fire away! Oo… or since I am a huge Lion King fan: I laugh in the face of flames! Mwahahaha! (Get hit in the head with zooming amounts of flames) But serious you guys: Flames make me laugh. Hard. You add to my pleasure when I get something like: Go suck it, you retard, as you obviously waste time anyway with stuff you won't far with!
B-I-T-C-H Disclaimer: Sorry if I seem mean in the long author's note. I feel extra bitchy tonight.
ENJOY, (and sorry for the extremely long author's note!)
Elphaba danced with dishtowel in hand. Today was her last day with Dorothy. She realized she had to get the dishes done before the sister killer came, and quickly scrubbed the previous nights' spaghetti off of a plate. Fiyero entered the kitchen, briefcase in hand. He gently pecked her cheek as she whistled a small tune.
"Someone is happy today." Fiyero said as he dished himself up a plate of food from the stove.
"Hm-hm. Guess who is never going to darken our doorstep with her slimy presence again after today?" Elphaba said, biting her lip with a smile.
Fiyero choked over his milk. "It's Saturday already? That was fast."
"Not for me! Free at last, free at last! Thank Oz almighty; we are free at last!" Elphaba throwing her arms up in the air.
Fiyero scowled with caution. " I am glad to see you are happy, Elphie, but careful with the-,"
"I know, I know- the baby. Really Fiyero, you are taking the pregnant thing wayyyy too far-!"
"I am only looking out for you and the baby's safety!" Fiyero said with a pleading voice. "Just try to be careful." He looked down at his watch and did a small jump. "I am going to be late. Bye." He once more pecked her on the cheek and began running out the kitchen, until the phone rang. "No, you do dishes, I'll get it."
He picked it up. "Hello?" After a moment on the phone, he went pale. "Uh-huh. All right…Thanks anyway. Bye."
"Who was that?" Elphaba asked as he set down the phone.
"My boss." He said with a hiccup of shock.
Fiyero could've swore that Elphaba flashed green for a second. "What did he want? Fiyero? Don't tell me that you're-!"
"Yes. I am fired." Fiyero said, becoming whiter as she became greener.
Fiyero expected Elphaba to explode with yelling, but she remained silent as she turned toward the sink and sighed. "I hope you remember that today is the fourteenth." Fiyero bit his lip; Elphaba knew he was trying not to cry. "How are we going to pay?"
Fiyero had a very urging feeling to sing a song from Rent; but refrained; there were other matters on hand. "Let's just pray for a miracle. We have the money that the Gales paid us for Dorothy."
"No, we don't. I spent it all trying to get her to shut the hell up. We have about Four hundred of it left, and we need a bit more than that."
Fiyero pounded the bar with his fist. "Dammnit."
Elphaba didn't know what made her do it, but she slid down and sat on the tile of the kitchen floor. "You're right; all we can hope for is a miracle."
"Dorothy; please stop!" The wretched little brat was having a horrible temper tantrum. How long did it take to put down a house?
"No! I WANT ICE CREAM!!" Dorothy screamed for the millionth time.
Elphaba sighed. "I already told you that Fiye- Mr. Tiggular went to get some and he is going as fast as he can to-!"
"I WANT IT NOW!!!" Dorothy said. "YOU KNOW WHAT? You're worse than the wicked Witch of the West! She NEVER gave me ice cream either!"
Elphaba was tired of hearing about this. She had left Oz with the intension of never hearing about it again. "I am sorry! Fiyero is going as fast as he can-!"
"Know what they should call you? The Wicked Bitch of the central United States!"
Elphaba, slightly appalled at the young girl's language ignored the rather bad insult. "Dorothy! Five year olds do not use that type of language! I am going to have to tell your Auntie Em!"
"I am not five. I am twelve. And if you tell Auntie Em that, I'll- I'll- Tell her that you hit me!"
"What? That makes no sense. Dorothy, Fiyero is getting the ice cream as soon as possible."
"I want it right now!" Dorothy screamed. "You know, if Glinda the good where here, she'd help me!"
Elphaba didn't know how it happened. It just did. An explosion of words burst through her mouth. "YOU KNOW WHAT? GLINDA THE GOOD WOULD DO SHIT FOR YOU!! YOU FEFFING SPOILED LITTLE BRAT! NOW I WISH THAT I HAD KILLED YOU IN KIAMO KO! THEN I WOULDN'T HAVE TO PUT UP WITH YOUR BULL SHIT RIGHT NOW!! OH THAT'S RIGHT YOU LITTLE SPOILED PIG, I AM THE WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST!! YOU AND YOUR PIECE OF SHIT DOG NEVER KILLED ME!!! WHAT? DID YOU THINK THAT YOU KILLED THE WICKED WITCH OF WEST? I DIDN'T THINK SO!!!!"
Elphaba panted. That was the loudest she had ever screamed in her whole entire life. Dorothy sat with mouth wide open, just staring at Elphaba. She wondered if Dorothy had even heard her. She prayed to God that she hadn't. Maybe, Dorothy had spaced out for a couple of seconds. Maybe Dorothy had just woken up from a long space out, or something. Maybe Dorothy had heard her, and that is why she was now running as fast as possible to the door. Maybe Dorothy had heard it, and that is why she was now running as fast as possible to her Aunt and Uncle's house with Elphaba chasing her. Maybe that is why Dorothy reached them, and didn't see above head a large, shadow of a house, about to be dropped on the lot below. Maybe that is why the man operating the crane didn't she the child, trying to tell her Auntie Em that their next door neighbor was really the Wicked witch of the West. Elphaba waved her arms, ran toward Dorothy, did every thing she could. Even Auntie Em waved her arms immensely to stop the operation. To stop Dorothy, to stop the crane man, to stop anybody that could save the stupid, stupid child.
But it was too late. The house dropped, and that was the end of the 'wretched little farm girl.'