Disclaimer: I begged and pleaded. Offered 10 million dollars (I don't even have 10 million dollars. What? I would have figured something out.), they said, "Go to hell." Tear. I don't own Wicked. At least I tried. =(
A/N: This is my first chapter story. So please be nice. Also to those who have read my other story, you might also like to know I have a thing for Elphie and Fiyero accidental pregnancy, so if you don't like that please exit the screen or if you want to read it for sheer curiosity please do. Also, please try to be nice I'm only...well...young, (between 10 and 15), and my grandmother just died, so I'm down in the dumps at the moment. So please try to be nice. Sorry about the long A/N. On with the story. It may be a bit confusifying, so just try to get the jist of the story. Everyone is OOCish. I can sort of write, I never said i could capture characters well.
"You could be wonderful." Four words. You could be wonderful. He uttered those four words that Elphaba would have loved to hear. If they weren't said by him, but she thought of Nessa, Boq, who she unfortunately turned into the tin man, because her dear sister couldn't let the poor man go and try to confess his love for Glinda.
Damn you Nessa, I give you a pair of shoes that can make you walk and, yet you still find a way to abuse you power. Great work. I should have never given you those shoes, but I finally did something good, but at what cost?
Her thoughts went from Nessa and trailed to Glinda. Glinda would be ecstatic if she joined up with The Wizard. They could work together. Together we're unlimited. Elphaba could already imagine the millions of makeovers she would give her the occasional late nights sharing secrets. Elphaba couldn't help, but smile, her smile faltered when she remembered...Fiyero. The man with whom she saved a Lion cub with. The man who nearly ran her over at his first day at Shiz. The man who was marrying her best friend. The man she'd fallen hopelessly in love with. An involuntary tear fell onto her face, with haste, she wiped it away.
What do I want? I want to be with Glinda and support her, but I don't want to lose my identity as an Animal Rights Activist. So...what do I want?
Elphaba had a feeling she knew the answer to that, but deliberated whether she should chose that particular choice. Should she?
Then she uttered four words that would change her life forever, "I'll accept you proposition-"
She was cut off by The Wizard, "Wonderful."
"But on one condition."
"You set those monkeys free," she said wanting to know how desperate The Wizard was to have her on his side.
"Done." Wow, he is desperate. She thought.
The Wizard went behind that large, ugly looking head and then the most amazing thing happened. The Wizard actually set the monkeys free.
"Go! Fly! You're Free! Fly! Chistery, Chistery, you're free, isn't it wonderful?! Go Fly!" she said to the same monkey she put wings on before. She felt as if she had done something good. Finally.
"Go fly, you're free now," she said pulling off a sheet and revealing...Dr. Dillamond?
"Miss Elphabaaaaa. Good to see you again," Dr. Dillamond said with a bit of a bleat behind his words, but he wasn't a goat, which was a relief for Elphaba.
Oh thank Oz, he can still speak, "Doctor are you okay?"
"Oh yes I'm fine, I have a bit of bleat in my speech, but I can still speakkkkk."
"Elphaba where should we make the announcement," The Wizard asked hating not being in the conversation.
"What announcement?" she asked turning her attention from Dr. Dillamond to The Wizard.
"To tell them you're no longer a Wicked Witch."
"Oh..." Elphaba said understanding, "That announcement."
"Shall we?" he asked offering her his arm.
She took it, only to be polite.
"Oz to Fiyero," Glinda said as they were dancing in the ballroom.
"What?" he said snapping back to reality, then he saw the look Glinda was giving him, "Oh, sorry."
"Oh. My. Oz." Glinda said and they stopped dancing. Fiyero turned to see what Glinda was staring at. Oh. My. Oz. It was The Wizard, wow he's really short, was the first thing that went through Fiyero's mind, and Elphaba. It took people a second to realise it was the Wicked Witch of The West and start screaming.
"Someone grab a bucket of water and melt her!!!" One woman cried out.
"Run for your lives!!!" another man yelled.
"RUN!!!" another shrieked.
"SILENCE!!!" The Wizard yelled.
Whoa. For an old man he has a loud voice. The Ozians thought. They stopped going completely crazy and stopped immediately, "Fellow Ozians," he said in a very Glinda like way, "I have great news for you, The Wicked Witch of The West is no longer."
There were murmurs from the crowd.
"What? How is that possible?" one man said.
"Is The Wizard under enchantment?" another whispered.
"But...but...but...she's...t-t-t-that's...t-h-the...Wicked Witch," one stuttered.
"No she's not," The Wizard said calmly, "I have de-wickedified her."
There were gasps and murmurs from the crowd.
"I expect her to be treated with respect and no more references should be made to her as the Wicked Witch of the West," The Wizard said sternly, "Is that understood?"
"Yes, Your Ozness," everyone replied in unison like mindless clones, The Wizard left the site in haste. Everyone just stared at Elphaba and she waved at the crowd awkwardly, "Err...hello."
"H-h-hi," a little boy managed to stutter out.
"Hi," Elphaba replied brightly and started walking out towards the boy, "What party have I crashed?" the sarcasm was dripping from her voice.
"My engagement party," Glinda chirped in moving towards Elphaba in the crowd, trying to hold back tears that her best friend was standing right in front of her.
Now it was Elphaba's turn to stutter, "E-E-E-Engagement party?"
"Yes," a new voice chimed in.
Elphaba turned her head quickly, causing her hair to fly in a circular motion around her face. She found herself staring at...Fiyero. His big, bright azure-coloured eyes staring right back at her dark chocolate eyes and his hair was gelled and tousled in all the right places. They just stared at each other for a while and then finally Elphaba finally found her speech again, "Oh, I'm so, so sorry."
"It's okay," he whispered. He couldn't bear to say more in case he said something really stupid or he'd regret in the morning, so he walked away from the site.
There were more whispers and murmurs from the crowd, due to the Captain's strange behaviour, "Why is it okay?" one asked.
"She ruined his engagement party for Ozness' sake," another stated as-a-matter-of-factly.
"What's going to happen now?" one asked looking very confused.
"I'll tell you what's going on," Glinda said once up on the podium, "We shall celebrate Fiyero and I's engagement party and celebrate how The Wizard has de-wickedified the previously known Wicked Witch, who will be known as Lady Elphaba Thropp of Third Descending from now and onwards." Glinda left the podium and gracefully walked over to Elphaba, the sound of her heels clicking against the wooden floor of the ballroom.
"Lady Elphaba," she said smiling brightly, "Or should I call you Lady Elphie?"
Elphaba rolled her eyes, oh, how I missed Glinda's nickname, as much as I hated it, "Lady Elphie? Really Glin?" Rolling her eyes afterwards.
"Oh Elphie!!!" she basically squealed, and everyone turned to look at her, "What?" shrugging her shoulders.
"Nothing, Your Goodness," everyone said in unison. Why was everyone doing that? Elphaba thought.
"Come on Elphie," Glinda chirped brightly, dragging her out of the ballroom.
Elphaba stopped suddenly, "You can't leave in the middle of your engagement party, what will people say? Think of your image."
"Oh, Elphie you are just so smartified," She said her blonde curls were bouncing up and down, for who-knows-what reason. Maybe it's just a Glinda thing, "I should stay for my engagement party. Oh look there's Fiyero. Let's catch up with everyone."
Elphaba's heart sank when she remembered what party she had crashed, "Um...I better leave, you two need to talk about...wedding...plans," she forced the last words out. Elphaba was just about to leave, until Glinda grabbed her wrist, "Lady Elphaba Melena Thropp of Third Descending, you are staying here to catch up with your friends and are not going anywhere until I say so," and Glinda gave her best attempt, (attempt being the key word), at a glare.
It took all of Elphaba's self control to contain a snicker coming out of her throat, "Yes, Ma'am!" the sarcasm dripping from her voice and mockingly saluting Glinda.
"Are you mocking me?"
Elphaba rolled her eyes. Again. What's that the seventh billionth time already? "Do I need to articulate it for you?"
"Sweet Oz," Elphaba said to no one in particular, looking up towards the ceiling, "Articulate means to clearly enunciate syllables."
"Clearly pronounce...oh you know what? Never mind."
"Never mind Glin."
"Am I missing something here Elphie?"
"You are so blonde."
"Elphie," Glinda said crossing her arms and attempting to glare again, "That wasn't very nice."
Elphaba rolled her eyes.
"Elphie," she whined, "Stop being a party pooper and come and chat with peoples."
Elphaba raised an eyebrow, "Peoples."
"Elphie can it and catch up with everyone."
"Fine then," she grumbled, not really looking forward to catching up with everyone.
So Elphaba caught up with everyone. They asked about how she became de-wickedified as The Wicked Witch of the West. She lied smoothly that The Wizard cast a spell on her, even though he possessed no magical power what-so-ever. She continued to talk about how life was as The Wicked Witch of the West. She didn't know why people were interested, but she answered their questions with the truth and when needed lied smoothly. The one person she didn't catch up with was Fiyero. She couldn't face him. She loved him and she knew that he was going to marry Glinda, so in turn he could never love her, but fate was pulling her towards him because whenever she was constantly bumping into him...well people were accidentally pushing her into him. She said sorry and never dared to look him in the eye.
It wasn't until she was looking for Glinda she talked to him. Elphaba was backwards walking into the other room and bumped into him. She turned around quickly, making her hair fly in a circular motion again.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," her voice deadpanned at the end of her sentence when she saw bright azure eyes staring at her own dark chocolate brown eyes, she finally managed to stutter out, "Um...h-h-ello."
"Hi." It was simple and yet her heart danced with joy hearing his voice again.
"How have you been?" she asked in a more conversational tone, but it was still awkward talking to him.
"I've been better," he whispered quietly.
Elphaba put her hands on her hips and tilted her head to her left; did she know how sexy that was? He thought.
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"Nothing," he answered a little too quickly.
"Now, what's that suppose to mean?" she asked slightly annoyed with now cryptic he was being.
"Oh, of the love of Oz, please stop being so cryptic and tell me the truth!!!" Elphaba was practically yelling at the end of her sentence, then she noticed the look of hurt on his face and softened immediately, "I shouldn't have snapped I'm sorry."
"It's okay; I've just been a little distracted lately and seem to be answering everything in one word answers."
Elphaba let out a cackle and tossed her head backwards, Fiyero gave her an odd look. She simply shrugged and said "I'm the former Wicked Witch of the West cackling is part of the job description and it's kind of hard to grow out of the habit."
He let out a soft chuckle. For a moment Elphaba forgot about him getting married to her best friend and her loving him and pretended that they were just friends, but for a moment only. She suddenly remembered the party she crashed and wished she'd crashed some other party and not her best friends' engagement party.
"Um...I better go; you and Glinda have...things to discuss."
Fiyero couldn't help notice her discomfort and how...sad and upset she looked. Was he seeing things? She looked like she was on the verge of tears, but why? Then it clicked, was she in love with him? Fiyero hoped to believe it was true, he loved...wait, was completely and hopelessly in love her. He Prince Fiyero Tiggular of the Vinkus loved someone and she wasn't blonde, bubbly and perky, actually she was the complete opposite to it, but she was also beautiful, oddly unique and just down-to-earth. He sighed and wondered, what would have happened if I told her a loved her long ago? He sighed again and Elphaba was staring at him, her foot was tapping on the polished wood of the ballroom floor. She looked annoyed and somewhat amused.
"Nothing," Elphaba said, "It's just you had a weird look cross your face when you were deep in thought."
"Now what makes you think I was deep in thought?"
"You had the same look cross your face the day we rescued the Lion cub and I wished I could relive that day again," she realised what she'd implied and was about to take everything back when Glinda came up to them you could hear her the heels of her shoes clicking on the polished wood.
"Glad to see you two catching up, so what have you been talking about."
Elphaba and Fiyero exchanged looked.
"Glinda, it's late and I'm tired, can we please catch up later," Elphaba faked a yawn.
"Elphie," she whined like a 5 year old, "Stop raining on my party."
"Sorry, well in that case can you please get me something with alcohol in it," Elphaba said. Glinda and Fiyero's jaws dropped in unison, but Glinda managed to stutter out, "Elphie you don't drink, but I must go now, because I think my mother is starting to annoy some of the people." With that she went back into the other ballroom.
"Why not, I've never drunk in my life, so might as well start now."
"Uh...Elphaba," Fiyero said quietly, "You don't seem like the kind of person to drink."
"How can you know what I am and what I'm not?" she snapped, then she softened immediately, "Sorry."
"It's fine, you just don't seem like the type to drink."
"Why not, at Shiz you always tried to get me to loosen up, I feel like loosening up at the moment, so why not?"
"Good point, so what would you like?" he said once behind a bar and flipped a cup in the air and caught it.
"Impressive," Elphaba said nodding in approval, "What can you make?"
"Nearly every possible drink in Oz," he said leaning against the bar table and looking her directly in the eye and he couldn't help notice how her eyes sparkle and how much this scene reminded him of the Lion Cub. One day I'll find out what happened to him.
"Nearly? Not all?" Her voice was laced with sarcasm.
"Well I shall make you something different then," he said and started concocting a drink that was...green?
Elphaba couldn't help, but roll her eyes at the notion, "Really Fiyero? A green drink?"
"Hey you didn't specify what colour it had to be."
"Fine then," she then sighed overdramatically and pouted, "Sometimes I wonder what goes around in that head of yours."
"That is for me to know and for you to never find out," he lightly joked.
"I wish I could find out," she mumbled to herself. What in Oz made me say that?
"Nothing," she quickly stated and the two fell into an awkward silence after that.
The fell into an awkward silence and he continued making the drink for himself and her, stealing quick glances at her, but when he met her eyes, he quickly diverted his attention back to the drinks. He didn't know what made him feel so unsettled when he was around her, but maybe it had to do with the fact that he was in love with her.
"Okay, this is weird," she stated bluntly.
"What?" he asked turning his attention to her.
"This is weird, I mean we've know each other for ages and we're acting like we just met at your engagement party."
"But technically we did, but why do you care if it's weird? I'm getting married to Glinda," he stated, but he inwardly shuddered at the thought of marrying someone he didn't love, of course he would always love Glinda, but as a sister.
"I don't know," came her reply, she started wring her hands together until he gently pulled her hands apart, they both felt that shot of electricity go through them like they had the day they had rescued the Lion Cub, "Uh...I better go now."
"You haven't had your drink yet," he said.
"I'm don't feel like it anymore," her reply was a whisper and it deadpanned slightly at the end.
"Please Elphie," he said and gave her his winning smile.
She shuddered at the nickname Glinda gave her, as much as she loved it, it was way too perky for her liking, "Give it here," offering her hand out to get the drink.
He gave her the drink and she drank it. Rolling it on her tongue to taste it, she was particularly fond of the mix of cherry and apple cider; well she assumed it was apple cider. She continued drinking it until there was none left.
"That was nice, more please," she said giving him her cup and completely forgetting about needing to leave. He refilled his and her cup and downed it in one gulp. They continued filling the drinks and didn't realise how drunk they were until Elphaba's words started to slur and Fiyero started to forget the time and place, but they still kept drinking until they finally realised how drunk they were.
"I feel a little tipsy," she said while walking out the door, very disoriented and clinging onto Fiyero for dear life and he was clinging onto her for dear life too considering how drunk he was too.
It took them both about half an hour to climb the stairs, well...they both couldn't walk in a straight line and it was a long flight of stairs to climb. They finally reached his room and Elphaba slumped down on the bed and her hair was scattered all over the pillows and quilts. She felt a body lie down next to her and drape his arm across her hip and pull her close. Elphaba who would usually pull away from a situation as such was too drunk to even notice that his hands began unbuttoning the back of her dress, but realised what was happening when he rolled her, so that he was on top of her. Elphaba was about to ask what he was doing until her kissed her neck. She responded eagerly even though she knew it was wrong and how ever-so-wrong it was to do it on his engagement party, but did she enjoy it. Oh, yes. She started to unbutton his uniform. They continued peeling layers of clothing off each other.
That night the former Wicked Witch of the West and Gale Force Captain gave into their passion. Not knowing or remembering any of the previous night's events and none of them being the wiser.
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