AN: Okay, so all but 2 of my stories are on hiatus right now, I know, but this is an idea for a one-shot that's been rattling around in my head for quite some time now (ever since the Glee episode "Original Songs," actually, and if you saw the episode, this might make more sense, if not, get your butt onto Hulu and start watching before reading any farther than this) and I just couldn't resist any longer. Besides, I already had it down on paper, and while I was working on another story that just happens to have the rough draft in the same journal as this one, I was flipping through the journal so I could refer to the rough draft for that other story, and I happened to see the one for THIS story as I was going through, and I re-read it and I went, "Okay, well, it's already written, and it's been gnawing at me for a while now, so why not just go ahead and get it over with?" So, that's what I'm doing. Hope you like it!

Love and hugs,

Maggie and the Gang


After hearing that song for the first time, it stuck with me. I understood the pain of the lyrics, how deep the emotions truly went. I could relate. Like the song said, my good wasn't good enough. Everything I touched seemed to come tumbling down. I'd tried to save Doctor Dillamond, and look how that ended. I tried to help Nessarose, and she...I couldn't even bear to think what had happened to her.

The only thing that my intentions hadn't made a mess of, that I hadn't completely ruined for myself was being with Fiyero. And yet gaining him had come with a heavy price-letting go of my first and only friend. My Glinda. Even our freedom had to be paid for by never seeing her again. She thought we were both dead. True happiness, it seemed, was determined to continuously evade me.

One night, unable to sleep, I sat wearing one of Fiyero's shirts, perched on the windowsill of our small room at the shabby, rundown inn we were staying at after escaping Oz. My hair was in a low sloppy ponytail and the song played itself over and over in my head while Fiyero slept, like a broken record.

I knew he was awake when I heard movement behind me, but I didn't turn. Then his arms were suddenly around my waist. "What are you doing up so early?" he asked softly. "Couldn't sleep," I said. He got onto the windowsill with me and pulled me into his lap.

"Why not?" I sighed and shook my head sadly. "If I only knew..." I murmured. "Everything I touch gets ruined," I said finally. "No matter what I do to try and fix things, it always ends in disaster somehow." I tried to read his expression, but couldn't. Finally, he said, "Everyone makes mistakes, love. You're not the only one. You shouldn't beat yourself up over these things."

"But I am the only one whose mistakes get people killed." I said. "What happened to Nessa had nothing to do with you, Fae, you know that." Wordlessly, I leaned into him and cried. The last thing I remembered was being carried to the bed, as the last line of the song echoed in my head:

How many times will it take...to get it right?...


AN: Was I the only one thinking about poor Elphie when Rachel sang this?...