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24 October 2010 @ 12:16 am
Somewhere Over The Moon (9/?) -- Wicked/RENT  
Fandom: Wicked / RENT
Rating: PG-13 (whole series)
Warnings: See chapter one
Pairings: Elphaba/Glinda, Boq/Nessarose, Crope/Tibbett, Fiyero/female!Shell
Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked or RENT.

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9.


Pan to the padlocked door: New Year’s Eve, the breaking-back-into-the-building party. Ever since the protest, we’ve been locked out of our building, thanks to Avaric. Shell’s been staying with her sisters all week, and since Elphaba refused to let Galinda back into the apartment, she’s been staying at Tibbett and Crope’s place with me. Fiyero, meanwhile, opted to stay with the Thropp sisters – they’ve got a much bigger place, and he’s been wanting to spend as much time as possible with Shell.

Tonight, we’re planning on bringing in the New Year by breaking back into our building. Everyone will be happier once we don’t have to squish back into two apartments, especially because half of us had all of our stuff locked away – or in Galinda’s case, had to have it taken out little by little by Shell. It’s been an interesting – and crowded – couple of days, but we’re looking forward to the New Year. Hopefully it will be a happy one.





“How long ‘til next year?” Shell asked. She was sitting next to Fiyero on the steps leading up to the padlocked door to their apartment building.

“About seven and a half minutes,” said Fiyero, glancing down at his watch. He looked back up at Shell. Like him, she wore the same outfit she’d worn on Lurlinemas Eve – the night they met. They’d borrowed clothes this week from Nessarose and Crope, but they were wearing their own clothes again in anticipation of having their own wardrobes back again.

“You know, eviction or not, this week’s been so hot,” Shell told him. She reached out a hand to caress his cheek and Fiyero nearly melted on the spot. “As long as you’re mine, it doesn’t matter where I live – I know I’ll be cool.”

“Well then, it’s gonna be a happy New Year,” said Fiyero, and he leaned in to kiss her.

She smiled at him as he pulled away. “Do you want some champagne?” she asked, holding up the bottle that they had bought for the occasion.

“I’d love some,” said Fiyero. Shell picked up a cup and poured him some before proceeding to drink out of the bottle herself. “To the New Year,” Fiyero said, raising his cup.

“Here, here,” said Shell, clanging the bottle against his cup.

“Hey, you’re supposed to be working!” said a voice. They turned to see Boq walking toward them. “And that’s for midnight,” he added, pulling the champagne bottle out of Shell’s hand and sticking it in the small bucket of ice. Then Boq looked around. “Where are they?” he asked. “There isn’t much time.”

“Maybe they’re dressing,” Shell suggested. “I mean, what does one wear that’s appropriate for a party that’s also a crime?”

At that moment, Galinda appeared. Shell had been bringing Galinda any clothes she asked for this week, since Elphaba hadn’t even let her into the apartment long enough to clear out her things (which made Fiyero suspect that part of Elphaba still hoped to change her mind and take Galinda back). It was clear that Shell had brought out this outfit specifically for the occasion, though Fiyero had no idea where Galinda had gotten it in the first place. She was dressed entirely in black leather, which would have looked ridiculous on her even without the pink belt and matching headband she wore. Fiyero nearly burst out laughing just looking at her.

“Chips, anyone?” Galinda asked, holding up a bag of potato chips.

Fiyero was glad to see that Boq found Galinda’s get-up as amusing as he did. “You can take the girl out of Gillikin, but you can’t take the Gillikin out of the girl,” Boq said, indicating her outfit.

“Hey, my riot got you on TV,” she said. “I deserve a royalty.” She stuck her tongue out at him.

“Be nice, you two, or no Oz-awful champagne,” said Shell.

“Don’t mind if I do,” said Galinda, her mood brightening. She took the bottle out of the bucket and poured herself a glass. She took a sip or two, then announced, “I’ve decided on my New Year’s Resolution.”

“Really?” Shell asked.

“Does it have anything to do with Elphaba?” asked Fiyero.

“Well, no,” said Galinda. “I mean, yes, I would like very much to patch things up with Elphie so she’ll take me back, but that’s not my resolution – that’s just more of a… goal of mine. What I really want to do is…” She paused, clearly trying to emphasize whatever drama there was in the resolution. Fiyero, for one, had always found Galinda’s dramatic pauses to be rather annoying. “… change my name,” she finished, waving her hands as if to add extra flourish to the announcement.

“Change your name?” Fiyero repeated, surprised. He would not have expected that from anyone he knew, much less Galinda. “Are you serious? What would you change it to?”

“More importantly, why?” asked Shell.

“I’m so glad you asked,” said Galinda, smiling. “Years ago, on my first train ride out of Frottica, I met a professor on his way to Shiz – a very nice Goat called Dillamond. He teaches – or taught, perhaps – history at Shiz. We had a lovely talk until he got off the train at Shiz, while I continued on to the Emerald City. I haven’t seen him since, but with all this trouble the Animal community has been facing, I think of him often.”

“What does that have to do with your name?” asked Boq.

“Dr. Dillamond couldn’t pronounce my name with the proper Gillikinese pronunciation,” she explained. “He just called me ‘Glinda.’ So I’ve decided, in honor of Dr. Dillamond, and in order to protest the current public view of Animals, that from now on, I shall be known no longer as ‘Ga-linda’, but as simply ‘Glinda.’”

They all just stared at her, somewhat stunned and quite unsure of how to respond. “That’s… wonderful, Galin – I mean, Glinda,” said Shell.

“What’s wonderful?”

Tibbett and Crope had just arrived. Tibbett was wearing a brightly-colored dress and blonde wig, yet she looked less ridiculous than Galinda – Glinda, Fiyero corrected himself. Crope, meanwhile, was dressed in the nicest set of emerald-green clothes he owned.

“We’ve just been informed that Galinda is changing her name to Glinda,” said Fiyero.

“Really?” said Crope, turning to look at Glinda. Crope was her best friend – he’d always understood her better than most people could – yet even he seemed shocked by the news.

“Really,” said Glinda. “I’m becoming a better person, and I’m changing my name to reflect that.”

“Well, I think that name works perfectly on you, darling,” said Tibbett. Boq had mentioned to Fiyero that Tibbett and Glinda had bonded this week, particularly in the area of fashion – which Boq, of course, could not understand. Fiyero was not the most knowledgeable person in Oz when it came to fashion, but he was no idiot in that area, either.

“Thank you,” said Glinda. “I’m glad someone appreciates my attempts at change.” She glared at Fiyero and Shell, so they had no doubt as to whom she meant.

“What?” Fiyero asked. “I never said I didn’t like the name – I just wanted to know why you’re doing it, that’s all.”

Glinda still looked rather annoyed with him, but she dropped the subject. “So, no luck on the door?”

Fiyero shook his head. “It’s bolted plywood padlocked with a chain.”

“In other words, a total dead end,” said Shell.

Galinda sighed. “Just like my ex-girlfriend,” she muttered glumly. She pulled a cell phone out of the bag she had slung over her shoulders and moved a short distance away from them. “Honey, I know you’re there,” she said, and Fiyero had to assume Elphaba had not answered the phone. “Please pick up the phone. Are you okay?” Movement out of the corner of his eyes caused Fiyero to turn. He saw Boq stepping quietly toward Glinda. His camera was rolling, and he wore a devious grin. When Glinda finally saw him, she waved Boq away, annoyed. “It’s not funny!” she told him. “It’s not fair!” she said into the phone. “How can I atone? I know I lose control sometimes, but I can learn to behave.” Boq continued to follow her with the camera, and while she spoke with Elphaba’s answering machine, she silently tried to fight him off. It was thoroughly amusing for Fiyero and the others. “Give me one more chance! Let me be your slave! I’ll even kiss your old boots – let me kiss your old boots! Your every wish I will obey!”

Unnoticed by Glinda, Elphaba had arrived on the scene with Nessarose. No one alerted the blonde to the green woman’s presence – it was fun just watching Elphaba’s reaction to Glinda’s words. As Glinda finished her pleading, Elphaba left Nessa’s side and walked up behind her. Fiyero could see Elphaba’s eyes looking the blonde woman up and down, obviously as amused by the outfit as by Glinda’s words. “That might be okay,” she saw slowly.

Glinda wheeled around. The surprised look on her face quickly turned into a smile. “Pookie!” she said excitedly.

“Down girl,” Elphaba said, and Glinda immediately knelt down in obedience. She tried to stand again, but Elphaba seemed intent on keeping her on the ground. “Heel, stay.” Glinda’s smile faded. Now she seemed annoyed at being treated like a slave. Fiyero imagined she was regretting saying those words now.

“I did a bit of research with my colleagues at Legal Aid,” Elphaba told the rest of the group. “Technically, once you’re inside, you’ll be squatters. Avaric won’t be able to just kick you out, so there’s hope. But just in case…” She pulled something off the back of Nessa’s chair. “… I brought rope!”

Boq’s face lit up. “Perfect!” he said. “We can hoist the line…”

“To the fire escape,” Elphaba finished.

“And tie it off at…”

“That bench!” they both said at the same time, pointing in the direction of a nearby bench. They exchanged glances, then greeted each other like old friends. It was a bit odd to Fiyero, considering the way Boq had felt about Elphaba only a week ago.

Glinda didn’t seem happy about the change in the dynamic between Boq and Elphaba, either. “I can’t take them as chums,” she commented.

Elphaba flashed a satisfied grin in Glinda’s direction. “Start hoisting, wench!” she said, tossing the rope to a now angry Glinda. Glinda followed Boq and Elphaba as they hurried off toward the fire escape.

“By the way, who are the two of you supposed to be?” Shell asked once they had gone, turning to Tibbett and Crope. “I didn’t get to ask you in the midst of all the Glinda excitement.”

“I’m Oz – the Wizard of Oz,” said Crope.

“And I’m his lovely assistant,” Tibbett said, smiling.

“Does the Wizard even have an assistant?” Fiyero asked.

“Who cares?” said Tibbett. “We don’t even know if the Wizard is really a man or not. It’s just all part of the fun!”

“Well, it looks like you came prepared, o lovely assistant,” said Nessa. Fiyero looked and saw that Tibbett was carrying several tools, including a blowtorch, which would be very useful in getting rid of this damn door.

“My dad was a handyman once,” she said. “He always wanted me to follow in his footsteps, but… well, I never did.”

“Well, angel, why don’t you handle the bolts?” asked Crope.

“Just say the word,” she said. Then she moved up toward the door, stepping past Fiyero and Shell, and set to work. They all watched as Tibbett began to remove the bolts from the door, their anticipation building.




“Why are we doing this?” Galinda asked, and Elphaba rolled her eyes. “Haven’t we already tried getting in this way?” They were climbing up the fire escape and were now approaching the window of Boq and Fiyero’s apartment. If you can even call it an apartment, Elphaba thought. Granted, it was dark and hard to see, but the loft didn’t seem all that impressive upon first glance.

“Just keep going, Glinda,” said Boq. He sounded as annoyed as Elphaba felt. She was about to add a remark of her own when something Boq had said registered within her as being odd.

“Glinda?” she repeated. Perhaps Boq had misspoken, or perhaps she had misheard, but she could have sworn she heard ‘Glinda’ come out of his mouth, and from what she knew of Boq, he would never mispronounce Galinda’s name.

“Oh, you weren’t there when I told the others,” said her girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend, Elphaba reminded herself. She needed to start getting that right in her head or she would never get it right out loud.

“When you told them what?” Elphaba asked.

“I’m changing my name,” Galinda said. “It’s just ‘Glinda’ now. The ‘Ga’ is silent.”

Elphaba stared at her, not sure whether she was supposed to take her seriously right now, especially when she talked about the “Ga” in her name being silent. She waited for a moment, then said, “And may I ask what brought this on?”

“Well, it was partly this whole business of protesting for people’s rights,” said Galinda – Glinda, Elphaba thought, deciding it was unfair that she now had to adjust the blonde woman’s name in her thoughts as well as their relationship status. “And partly it was because of Dr. Dillamond.”

Elphaba was a little taken aback by this last statement. “My old history teacher?” she asked. Of course, he meant more to her than that. Dr. Dillamond was the only Animal left teaching at Shiz. Besides being very intelligent and a brilliant professor, Elphaba had connected with him over issues of prejudice and intolerance – something they were both very used to.

Glinda nodded. “Remember how I told you about meeting him on the train once, and how he couldn’t say my name right?”

“Yes,” Elphaba said. As she recalled, Glinda hadn’t been real fond of the Goat who couldn’t say her name, though that wasn’t the way she told the story to most people.

“Well, I’ve decided to call myself Glinda now, since that’s what he called me,” said Glinda.

Elphaba was not convinced. There was something Glinda was not telling her – she knew it. There had to be more to the story, especially since this was Glinda, who had always loved her name.

But before Glinda said more or Elphaba had a chance to ask for more, Boq spoke up. “Look,” he said, pointing into the loft. He held up his camera. “Ironic close-up: tight on the phone machine’s red light. It seems the power has mysteriously come back on.”

Sure enough, Elphaba could see that the power had indeed come back on. Almost immediately, the phone machine began spitting out messages that had been left in the past seven days.

The first was from Boq’s mother. “Boq, dear, you’re not screening your calls still, are you? It’s your mother, calling as promised. We’ve been thinking of you, and we hope you’re having a lovely Lurlinemas. We wish you were here! Please call, Boq dear. Love Mom!”

The phone beeped. “Boq dear, it’s Mom again. I know I promised I wouldn’t call twice in one day, but I’ve just learned some very interesting news and I had to ask you about it. The governor came to our ball tonight – isn’t that wonderful?” Elphaba rolled her eyes. “Apparently, his daughter, Nessarose, is staying in the city for the holidays, and – get this – he knows this because Miss Galinda told him! I know you probably don’t like me to mention her, but it seems that the woman she left you for is actually none other than the governor’s eldest, Miss Elphaba. Isn’t that odd? I was thinking that you could use this to your advantage – perhaps you can meet Miss Nessarose through Galinda. Wouldn’t that be a splendid match – the mayor’s son and the governor’s daughter? Do call me, Boq dear – I would love to hear your thoughts on the matter.”

“I’m sure you would,” Boq muttered. Elphaba sighed. She hated being the center of pointless gossip like this. She was used to it, of course – being green earned you a place in gossip even when being gay didn’t – but that didn’t mean she liked it. She wondered what Boq’s mother would think if she knew that “Miss Galinda” wasn’t dating a daughter of the governor anymore. She probably wouldn’t care, Elphaba thought. Especially since Boq found his way to Nessarose on his own.

The phone beeped. “Boq dear, it’s your mother again. Why haven’t you responded to any of my calls? We all want to hear about Miss Galinda’s protest and that awful riot.” Elphaba could practically feel Glinda’s excitement at the mention of her protest. “We’re very proud that your footage made the nightly news all the way out here in Rush Margins. Even the governor says congratulations, though he doesn’t seem as pleased at Galinda’s role in the whole affair. Anyway, please call us, Boq dear. We miss you terribly. Love Mom!”

“If my mother left any more messages, I’ll kill her,” Boq muttered. Elphaba would have laughed, but all this talk about her father and Glinda was putting her in a bad mood.

The phone beeped. The time, the voice that came out of the machine did not belong to Boq’s mother – to Boq’s relief. “Hello, Boq? This is Madame Morrible, official press secretary to His Supreme Ozness, the Wonderful Wizard of Oz, and manager of the Emerald City branch of Ozline,” said a strange and not very sweet sounding voice.

“Madame Morrible?” Elphaba repeated, shocked. She had heard about Shiz’s former headmistress’s change in career, but she never imagined she’d have to hear that voice again.

Beside her, Boq seemed more interested in the fact that Madame Morrible had mentioned Ozline – a news show that Elphaba made a point not to watch. “That show’s so sleazy,” Boq said.

“Your footage of the riot was most impressive,” Morrible’s voice went on. “I would like to personally extend an invitation to you to come work for us here at Ozline. We could use a fresh, new take on hard-hitting stories.” Elphaba rolled her eyes again. A fresh, new take? Really? She didn’t believe a word of it. “We’re sending you a contract. If you have any questions, feel free to call me at my office at 970-4301, or at home at 863-6754. We hope to hear from you soon!”

The phone beeped once more, but no more messages played. They were all silent for a moment. Then Glinda began to move around excitedly. “I think we need an agent!” she said.

“We?” Boq repeated.

“That’s selling out,” said Elphaba.

“It’s nice to dream,” said Boq. “Come on, let’s head back down.”

They began to move back down the stairs of the fire escape. Elphaba wouldn’t have said anything more about it, and she doubted Boq would have either, but Glinda seemed eager to stay on the subject. “It’s network TV,” she said, sounding in awe of the idea. “Oh, Boq! Your whole life could change, and all because of me!”

Boq exchanged glances with Elphaba. “Somehow I think I smell the whiff of a scheme,” he told her.

“Me too,” Elphaba agreed, and she doubted she would like what Glinda had in mind.

“All we have to do is plan another protest,” said Glinda.

“We?” Elphaba didn’t like the sound of that.

“This time, you can shoot from the start,” she said to Boq. “And you’ll direct,” she told Elphaba. “Starring me!” She bounced down the stairs in giddy excitement, while Elphaba and Boq just kept their mouths shut. Elphaba knew perfectly well that Glinda was much more stubborn than she looked. Once she had an idea in her head, the Unnamed God himself wouldn’t be able to convince her otherwise.

When they returned to the ground, they moved around to the front of the building, where the rest of the group was working or waiting. Elphaba moved instinctively toward Nessa, and was surprised when Boq did the same. Her sister and Boq were not together, at least not officially, but it was clear that there was a mutual attraction there. It was good for Nessa to have someone else looking after her, but Elphaba was still learning to overcome her overprotective and possessive tendencies when it came to Nessa. Reluctantly, she stepped aside and let Boq handle taking care of Nessa for the time being.

Suddenly, the door fell open with a loud thud, and the group cheered. They had done it; they were back in the building. “Is it midnight yet?” Nessa asked.

Nearby, Fiyero glanced down at his watch. “A few minutes past,” he said, nodding. “Happy New Year, everyone!”

They answered with a resounding “Happy New Year!” and a few more cheers. Fiyero pulled Shell in for a kiss, and one was shared between Crope and Tibbett as well. Boq looked awkwardly at Nessarose, but neither of them moved. Elphaba’s gaze, meanwhile, fell on Glinda, who looked rather sad that she didn’t have anyone to kiss the New Year in with. Elphaba was tempted to go over and kiss her, but she knew that would only get her involved in Glinda’s dance again. She ignored the little voice telling her that she would really love to be dancing with Glinda again.

A low whistle from behind them cut the celebrating short. They turned and saw none other than Avaric approaching the building. “I see that you beat me to the punch,” said Avaric.

“How’d you know we’d be here?” asked Fiyero.

“I had a hunch,” said Avaric, shrugging. “I’m actually surprised you didn’t try to break in earlier than this.” He didn’t sound upset about it at all. In fact, he sounded more amused than anything else.

“You’re not mad?” Boq asked, apparently as confused by Avaric’s mood as Elphaba was.

“I’m here to end this war,” said Avaric, shaking his head. “Though it’s a shame you had to completely destroy the door.” He sounded almost impressed with their work.

“Why the big about-face all of a sudden?” Shell asked.

“The credit is yours, actually,” Avaric told her. “You made a good case.”

Elphaba looked at her youngest sister in surprise. Fiyero did the same. “What case?” he asked.

Avaric laughed. “So she hasn’t mentioned anything to you? Funny, she always seems like she has a lot to say. She’s very convincing too, you know.”

Shell glared at him. “That’s not how at all how you put it yesterday.”

“Well, I couldn’t stop thinking about the whole mess,” said Avaric. “Hey Boq, you wanna get this on film?”

Boq didn’t look like he really wanted to get any of this on film, but he said, “I guess,” and held up his camera.

“I regret the unlucky circumstances of the past seven days,” Avaric said.

“Circumstance?” Fiyero laughed. “You padlocked our door!”

“That’s why it’s my pleasure, on behalf of Cyberarts, to give you this key,” said Avaric, holding up a key.

“Oh, sorry, there’s no juice left in my battery,” Boq said, though he didn’t really sound sorry about it at all.

“So reshoot,” said Avaric.

“Oh, I see,” said Fiyero. “This is a photo opportunity.”

“It’s not like that,” Avaric tried to argue, unconvincingly.

“The benevolent god ushers the poor artists back to their flat,” Glinda said. “Were you planning on taking down the barbed wire from the lot, too?”

“Oh, anything but that,” said Fiyero.

Elphaba was glad to see that Avaric was looking increasingly desperate. “Clearing the lot was a safety concern,” he said. “But we break ground this month. Besides, you’re all free to return.”

“So that’s why you’re here with people you hate, instead of with Pfannee at her parent’s estate?” asked Glinda.

“I’d honestly rather be with you tonight than in Wittica,” said Avaric.

“Oh, spare us,” said Fiyero.

Now Avaric just looked angry. He marched up to Shell. “Shell, since your ways are so seductive, persuade them not to be so counterproductive!”

Shell looked just as angry. “You came on to me, remember?”

Elphaba suddenly felt very uncomfortable. This conversation did not sound like it was leading anyplace good. Avaric seemed to be accusing Shell of something that Elphaba really hoped – for Shell’s sake and Fiyero’s – she didn’t do.

“Why don’t you tell him what you wore to my place?” Avaric asked. He seemed to think he was winning this argument, so he was almost smiling.

“I was on my way to work,” Shell turned and told Fiyero.

“In black leather and lace?” asked Avaric. “You know, my desk is still a mess, and I think I’m still sore.”

“Because I kicked him and told him I wasn’t his whore!” said Shell.

“Well, does your boyfriend know who your last boyfriend was?”

“You were never my boyfriend!” she yelled at him.

“And I don’t care what she does!” Fiyero added, though the way he angrily walked away from her said otherwise.

“People!” called Tibbett, jumping out into the middle of the group. “Is this any way to start a new year? We’re supposed to be celebrating, not fighting! Have compassion – Avaric just lost his cat.”

“My dog, but I appreciate that,” said Avaric. Elphaba felt a rush of hatred toward Avaric. How could anyone stoop so low as to actually own an animal? She knew, of course, that the dog in question had not been a Dog, but it was still appalling to think of the way these animals were never given the chance to learn to speak and think for themselves.

“My cat had a fall, and I went through hell,” said Tibbett, though Elphaba was sure Tibbett had never actually owned any animal of any kind.

“It’s like losing a – wait, how did you know that she fell?” asked Avaric.

Tibbett froze, as though unsure how to answer. Fortunately, Crope rushed in to the rescue. “Champagne?” he asked, holding out a cup to Avaric.

“Don’t mind if I do,” said Avaric, taking the cup. “To dogs!” he added, raising the cup high.

“No, Avaric, to you!” said Crope, and those who had cups raised theirs in a mocking toast – all those, that is, except Shell, who refused to look at Avaric. She stumbled over to where her sisters were standing.

“I – I should tell you,” she began nervously. “My job, it’s… I’m a… I work at…”

“We know,” Elphaba cut her off. She hated to see her sister so uncomfortable to talk about this.

She looked up at Elphaba in surprise. “You know?” she repeated, glancing from Elphaba to Nessa and back again. “You both know?”

Nessa nodded. “Why else would I have been so sure that you, of all people, could get Fiyero out of the loft?”

Shell looked shocked. She had obviously had no idea that her sisters knew about her job. “But how? Did Galin – did Glinda tell you?”

“No,” Nessa said. “She was very good about it, actually. She did confirm it when we asked her, though.”

“So how…?”

Elphaba spoke up. “About six months ago, I overheard some colleagues talking about the local nightclubs. One mentioned a specific dancer called Shell. His description of you was fairly accurate. I went to the club that night to check it out, and there you were.”

“You’ve known for six months?” Shell looked even more shocked. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“It wasn’t our place,” said Elphaba. “I had a little trouble at first, but that’s only because I’ve always been so protective of you and Nessa. But Nessa reminded me that you’ve always been independent, and that you would tell us when you were ready. We trust you, you know.”

Shell managed a small smile. “Thanks,” she said. She moved toward Elphaba and threw her arms around her sister. Elphaba was surprised – Shell hadn’t given her a hug in a very long time – but quickly recovered and pulled Shell in tighter.

“Aww, how sweet,” said Tibbett from nearby. “Sister love.” Shell pulled away from the hug and turned to stick out her tongue at Tibbett. Elphaba, meanwhile, was not quite as amused by the comment. It reminded her of Glinda and the “sisterly” love they had shared only a few nights ago. She knew that that was not what Tibbett what meant, but the comment had that effect on her anyway.

“Let’s make a resolution,” said Tibbett.

“I’ll drink to that,” said Shell. She was now looking at Fiyero again, and her good mood seemed to have vanished again. Avaric, meanwhile, had disappeared.

“I’ve already made one!” Glinda protested.

“You are allowed to have more than one resolution, Glinda,” said Elphaba.

“What should our resolution be?” Boq asked.

“How about we say we’ll always be friends?” Crope suggested.

“I agree – that’s a good one,” said Tibbett.

“We may have our disputes,” said Elphaba.

“But this family tree’s got deep roots,” said Glinda.

“Friendship is thicker than blood,” Boq added.

“That depends,” Fiyero said glumly.

“It depends on trust,” said Shell, obviously speaking to Fiyero.

“It depends on true devotion,” Fiyero said back to her.

Elphaba had had just about enough of this. Her sister and Fiyero were too good together to let someone like Avaric come between them. She stepped forward and began urging Shell toward Fiyero. “It depends on love,” she said, trying to ignore how hypocritical she felt at the moment.

“It depends on not denying emotion,” said Boq, who was trying to urge Fiyero on. But both Fiyero and Shell seemed hesitant to go back to each other. Both kept taking a few steps, then turning around and trying to walk away. But their friends refused to let them walk away. Boq and Crope focused on Fiyero, while Elphaba and Tibbett kept Shell from leaving. Finally, they had forced the two to stand near each other. Only then did they stop putting up a fight.

But for a moment, they did not turn around to look at each other. They were both stubborn. Finally, at the same time, they turned around and said, “I’m sorry.” Elphaba couldn’t help smiling a little. It was a step forward again for them.

Everyone was silent, not knowing what to say next. Finally Crope spoke up. “Should we go in now?” he asked.

“Sure,” said Fiyero.

“I just want to do one thing first,” said Shell.

“What?” Fiyero asked.

“This,” said Shell, and she pulled him toward her and kissed him.

“Alright, nothing to see here, folks,” said Crope, though they all had been watching the two lovers for several seconds. “Let’s move inside, shall we?”

“Crope, will you help me carry Nessa?” Boq asked, moving quickly to Nessarose’s side.

“Sure,” said Crope.

“I’ll get her chair,” said Fiyero, once he and Shell had separated.

“I’ll help you with that,” said Shell.

Soon, Crope and Boq were on their way upstairs with Nessa in their arms, while Shell and Fiyero went behind them with the wheelchair. Tibbett followed closely behind, leaving Elphaba and Glinda alone outside the building. Elphaba moved to follow her friends inside. She did not want to be alone with Glinda right now.

“Wait,” said Glinda’s voice. Elphaba stopped, but she did not turn around. “Elphaba, please. I need to tell you something.” Elphaba still did not turn around. She wasn’t sure she could handle facing Glinda. “Please.” Elphaba felt Glinda’s hand touch hers. She knew she should have pulled her hand away, but she didn’t.

Finally, reluctantly, she turned around. Glinda seemed to sense that it was a good time to let go, so she released Elphaba’s hand, leaving Elphaba free to cross her arms under her breasts. “What is it, Glinda?”

Glinda looked suddenly nervous. “I never finished explaining why I decided to change my name.”

Elphaba hadn’t been expecting that. She had been expecting Glinda to defend herself, or to beg to be taken back, like she had been doing on the phone earlier. She was surprised that Glinda wasn’t still trying to beg for forgiveness. But she recovered quickly from the surprise. “So explain,” she said simply.

“Right,” said Glinda. She must have been hoping for a bigger response. “So I’ve had a lot of time for thinking this week, now that the protest is done. And now that I’m living with the boys again, I’ve realized that… well, I’m different from how I was when I lived with them before.” Elphaba didn’t hide the skepticism she felt, and Glinda noticed. “No, I really mean it,” she said. “I’ve changed since I left Boq. I mean, I know I’m still working on caring less about what other people think of me, and I definitely know I’m not perfect, but I am changing. And… well… it’s all because of you.”

“Glinda…”

“Elphie, I’m serious,” Glinda said before Elphaba could say anything. “Before I met you, all I cared about was myself. I still think too much about myself sometimes, but I’m starting to learn to think of others first – I really am. And that’s mostly because that’s what you do.” Elphaba was surprised. She wasn’t generally the nicest person in Oz. Why would Glinda want to be anything like her? “You care so much about other people, even when they don’t care for you back. I wish I knew how you do that. All I know is that it felt really, really good to do that protest – not just because I got to perform, but because it might help somebody.”

“That’s wonderful, Glinda,” said Elphaba. This time, she didn’t say it with any sarcasm; she actually meant it. She was proud of Glinda for realizing what it felt like to do things for others, but she still failed to see how it applied to the name change. “But what does this have to do with changing your name?”

“I’m changing my name to show that I’ve changed,” she replied. “The old me – the selfish me – was Galinda. The new me – the one who’s still learning – is Glinda.” She looked as though she had more to say, but she said nothing. Instead, she looked away from Elphaba. Her gaze fell on the ground instead.

“What is it?” Elphaba asked. Glinda still did not answer. Elphaba put one hand under Glinda’s chin and raised her head so she was looking at Elphaba again. Her eyes were beginning to fill with tears. “Glinda, honey, what is it?”

“I – I don’t think Glinda can exist without Elphaba,” Glinda said quietly. “Galinda will start taking over again, and then she’ll fall apart, and then neither of them will exist anymore.” She choked back a small sob. “I need my Elphie,” she cried.

All of Elphaba’s protests fell away as she heard Glinda’s words. It was true that she’d changed somewhat since they’d met, and Elphaba couldn’t be more proud of her for the reasoning behind her name change. But mostly, Elphaba knew that she needed Glinda, too. All of her doubts and concerns were not gone, but in that moment, they couldn’t compare to her need for this woman. She felt a rush of affection and desire for Glinda. She cupped Glinda’s face in both hands and pulled her in for a kiss. She felt Glinda’s hands wrap around her, and one ran through her hair. In turn, she moved her hands away from Glinda’s face to surround the woman she loved.

Elphaba continued to kiss Glinda, her need outweighing any other thought. Glinda responded just as passionately. Elphaba even heard a moan escape Glinda’s lips as they continued to kiss. Elphaba had missed this, though she never would have admitted it out loud. She felt right again, now that she could feel the smaller woman’s body up against hers. They fit together perfectly; this was the way it was supposed to be.

“Ahem.” A small cough interrupted them. Their lips separated and they turned their heads toward the door to the building. Tibbett stood there, a wide grin on her face. “I hate to interrupt this lovely reunion, but when you two lovebirds are finished, we’re waiting for you.”

Elphaba and Glinda looked at each other, then laughed. “Just go ahead, Tib,” said Glinda. “We’ll be right up.” Tibbett glanced from one to the other, then winked and disappeared back inside.

“How much do you want to bet she’ll tell the others on us?” Elphaba asked, turning back to Glinda.

“None at all,” said Glinda. Elphaba raised an eyebrow and Glinda laughed. “I know she’ll tell on us.”

Elphaba shrugged. “I suppose we’d better go up then,” she said.

“Just one more thing,” said Glinda. She pulled Elphaba close for another kiss. “What can I say? Your sister’s got good ideas.”

Elphaba smiled, then took her girlfriend’s hand and led her to the door. As they walked inside, she decided it was very nice to think of Glinda as her girlfriend again.




[ chapter 10 ]

 
 
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