A/N: First Wicked fic! Hehe sorry if it's OCC or anything:S DON'T KILL ME.
Full Summary: What if Elphaba was unable to save Boq? What would Nessa do? And will the aftermath of her actions alter the history of Oz forever? Let's just say, forget the flying houses and annoying little dogs, and as usual, the Wizard and Morrible are behind it all.
Rating: T(Just in Case)
Pairings: Bessa, possibly Fiyeraba
"Fabala!" She stumbled over her new feet, weeping hysterically as she pulled at her sisters' robes, desperately trying to deter her from leaving as she did three years before, "Save him, please save him! I know what I did was wrong, just save him! He doesn't deserve to die because of my folly! Oh Elphaba, please just save him!"
"There isn't a spell for everything, Nessa," her sister was furious, and it frightened Nessa so, this sudden spurt of anger, "I warned you. There is nothing more I can do for him. As for you, all of my life I have served you, and raised you on the grand pedestal father built. It appears nothing I do will ever be enough."
"No," Nessa whispered, her voice cracking, "No, Fabala, don't go! I was just so angry just now, I never meant a word I said," tears leaked out of her sparkling hazel eyes as she continued with her plea, "Stay with me, Fabala, I'll help you with whatever you want!"
"Farewell, sweet Nessa," was all her sister said, and for a moment, a flash of pain split her green face, before she regained her composure, "Goodbye, Eminent Thropp."
"Wait-" still it was too late, she was gone, a whirl of black gown and emerald skin in the sky above. Once more, she was alone, abandoned and held in contempt even by her own sister! She felt her feet crumple beneath her, those useless things, weak from all those years confined to the chair. Try as she might, she could not stand anymore, and sobbing harshly she crawled her way to the figure that lay sprawled on the floor.
All she could remember was him grinning from ear to ear as he saw her, and for once she had thought everything was going to be alright. That he loved her and now she could walk, was going to lose his stony facade. He was supposed to profess his love- the love she knew he always had for her, and she, of course reciprocrated his feelings. He would propose to her, and they'd get married, have children, and live happy ever after, the life she always dreamed of. It was as though endless possibilities were suddenly open to
her as she took that first wobbly step.
And then it all went wrong. He did not congratulate her nor gave her any sign of affection, and instead asked to leave her side. Something about a ball being held to announce Glinda and Fiyero's engagement at the castle, and she wondered, why couldn't he bring her along? As Though that wasn't enough, he had said that he wanted to confess to Glinda his true feelings. That he had lost his heart to her since the first day.
"Lost your heart?" a voice unlike her own had screeched, and somehow in her fit of anger the book fell into her hands. All she could think about was how that wretched blonde didn't deserve his reverence, she would not even gave him a time of the day back at Shiz! She, Nessarose, should be the one in possession of his heart, and so it shall be! Terrible words spewed from her mouth, lines and lines of swirling across the pages, and a shout was heard, protests from her sister, but she couldn't stop chanting, and then, and then-
"My heart- it's shrinking!" he fell to the ground, clutching his heart in agony, and once the flashes of red before her eyes were gone, quickly replaced by affection as she ran to his side, spell forgotten. She had tried to cradle his ashen face, soothe those eyes filled with horror, and yet his flailing arms pushed her away. Oh what had she done?
It was too late now. Elphaba was gone, and that horrible book too. Trembling, Nessa laid her hand over his chest, hoping for even the weakest of heartbeats, and yet there was none. She felt her own, pounding deeply, and a stab of self hatred pierced her side.
"Boq, oh Boq," she moaned, her fingers now running through his inky black hair, "My poor Boq, my brave, my sweet Boq. I never planned for this to happen at all, you must know, it was never my intention to harm you. All I wanted was for you to care for me as I do for you, and when you said all that about Glinda..." she paused, trying to reassemble the jumble of thoughts in her mind. "You, you loved her, didn't you? So... So many times you tried to tell me, and you were right, I did see it from the start, and yet... I was selfish. I didn't want to let you go, Boq. You made me happier than I'd been in a long while, and for once I just wanted someone to stay in my life. But it appears that was too much to ask; and now, you lay before me. How I wish I could reverse the curse, I would anything to undo what I just did, anything at all." tears fell on his starched uniform, "I'm so sorry, so very sorry. Please... Forgive me."
"Touching, what a touching display of affection!" a voice purred from the shadows, and at once Nessa stiffened, turning to face the person approaching.
"Madame Morrible?" her tone colored with disbelief, she regarded her former headmistress, "W-what are you doing here?"
The older woman ignored her question, striding forward to grip Nessa's chin with her forefingers so roughly Nessa cried out in pain and surprise, "I always remarked what a tragically beautiful face you owned, but if you don't quit your crying," the woman's voice became slightly menacing, "I'll have to disfigure it... permanently."
At this Nessa struggled to break free from her grip, "W-what are you doing here? Get out! As Eminent of MunchkinLand I command you to remove yourself at once! Bo- I mean, Guards!"
Morrible's nails dug deeper into her pale skin, drawing blood as she laughed, "Call for them all you want, dearie, they'll never come. In fact, they will be happy to see you dead. I can't say you are very popular with your own people, Eminent."
"Dead? For what reason do you want me to be dead? I have not trifled with the affairs of the wizard; and throughout my term, not once have you raised an objection against my methods of leadership."
"To lure out that wonderful sister of yours, of course! Grief stricken, she will rush to your grave, where we will be waiting. A splendid idea suggested by Glinda the Good herself! Naturally the Wizard suggested some grand scale scheme that involved a flying house, but this, this is much easier..."
"Kill me then," Nessa spat defiantly, "She won't come, she cares naught for the likes of me anymore! My death will simply be good news to her, relieving the burden I have imposed on her all my life! She will be grateful, and for that I thank you in advance!"
"We'll see about that," Morrible grinned, looking remarkably like a Cheshire cat, "but I'm not merciless, especially not to one of my most favored students... I've always been one for happy endings, especially after seeing that emotionally ridden scene..."
"What do you mean?" Nessa snarled, angry that her moment of vulnerability was exposed, "I require no favors from you! Do what you came to, and quickly!"
"So demanding," Morrible shook her head sadly, "What would your late father say of this behavior? And your lover too... Anything, you said? You would do anything to undo your wicked deed?"
"Nothing can be done, that I know. Stop beating around the bush! How dare you say my deed is wicked, for the one you are about to commit is not any better!"
"Your heart, my dear child, it beats, while his..." she gestured to the fallen munchkin, "Does not. To put it simply, you owe it to him. Your heart."
"You do love him, do you not? So now you have a choice, die in vain, like the weak damsel in distress you have been your whole life, or sacrifice yourself for the man whose heart was never yours to begin with. Only, when he wakes, he won't remember you, none of your wickedness. I'd say it would be better that way, wouldn't you?"
Nessa found she was speechless, unable to reply as she faced two glassy blue eyes at close proximity.