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30 October 2010 @ 11:21 pm
Somewhere Over The Moon (10/?) -- 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.

[ chapter 1 ] [chapter 9 ]


January 17th, around the 10th hour, according to the Time Dragon Clock. It’s been three weeks since we broke back into the building, and things have pretty much gone back to normal. This is to say, nothing has really happened to any of us in the past few weeks that has changed our lives. Overall, it’s been a fairly dull few weeks, at least compared to the week leading up to the New Year.

Tibbett and Crope haven’t been around much. Crope’s got himself a new teaching job at the local university, Oz University. It doesn’t have as great a reputation as Shiz, but Crope really doesn’t care about that. We’re hoping he can stick around longer than a semester, but we don’t have our hopes us. Most of Oz isn’t ready for Crope’s revolutionary theories. Tibbett, meanwhile, continues to play his drums on the street – when he isn’t spending time with Crope, that is. He doesn’t
need to play for money with Crope working, but he says it makes him happy to make other people happy with his music. Of course, he’s happiest when he’s with Crope. They fit so well together it’s almost sickening.

Shell and Fiyero have been just as inseparable. Technically, Fiyero is still my roommate, but since he practically lives down at Shell’s, he might as well be hers. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for them both. But I do miss having my best friend around sometimes. I guess I got so used to Fiyero never leaving the loft that it seems weird for him to rarely come back. He hasn’t needed depression meds for a month, and if you hadn’t known him before, you would never guess that he ever needed them. Shell has had that effect on him.

Glinda and Elphaba are doing fairly well, considering what transpired between them the week before the New Year. Glinda continues to be a bit too flirtatious for Elphaba’s liking, and Elphaba continues to be a bit too suspicious for Glinda’s liking. Somehow they manage to get by without killing each other. Actually, they’re doing better than managing, according to Nessarose. They still argue all the time, but they wouldn’t quite be themselves without the bickering. They’re not as picture-perfect a match as Crope and Tibbett, but even
I have to admit that they are, indeed, a match. Pink does go remarkably well with green, even if it is an unexpected combination of two very strong, bold colors.

And as for Nessa and I… well, there isn’t exactly an ‘us’ yet. I like Nessarose a lot; I really do. I’m just a little hesitant to jump into anything yet. After all, my last girlfriend cheated on me, then left me for a woman. I know that Nessa is not Glinda, but I’m still Boq, and it’s hard for me to find the courage to ask out a girl. I’ve gone to the Life Support meetings each week, partly to get more footage, but mostly to see Nessa. She still likes to hold my hand whenever she can, which don’t mind, except when the others pick on me for it. It’s worth it, though; I really like holding Nessa’s hand too.

It was a very cold evening in the Emerald City, but as he made his way home from work at Oz University, Crope didn’t notice. His thoughts were still back with his philosophy students… and with his fellow professors. The students had done remarkably well today, considering most of them were not as bright as the students at Shiz, and they were even less motivated. But today, the lack of enthusiasm on his students’ part hadn’t bothered him as much as the attitude of his new colleagues. Crope was used to working alongside professors who didn’t appreciate diversity, but the professors at Oz U were even less capable of understanding and accepting differences than most. There wasn’t a single Animal teaching – or studying – at Oz U. There weren’t any female professors either, and Crope was certain that the moment his colleagues found out he was gay, he’d be out of a job before he could say, “His Supreme Ozness.” They probably already suspected it, since he’d been so quick and determined to defend the gay lifestyle when the subject had come up today during the lunch hour. They already knew his views and beliefs were much different than their own, so Crope doubted he would be teaching at Oz U much longer.

Crope didn’t really mind the idea of not teaching. He was sick of grading papers – that much he knew. And for all of his misery, he barely earned any salary at all. Normally, the lack of salary wouldn’t have bothered him too much. Living without money was something he did very well. But now he was not just living for himself. He had Tibbett to care for as well. Tibbett had managed just fine before Crope came along, but now he was Crope’s boyfriend, and Crope felt a certain responsibility to take care of him. That was why he didn’t want to lose this job, as pathetic and unsatisfying as it was.

After a long ride on the underground and a short walk in the bitter cold of the Emerald City’s winter air, Crope arrived at the building in which he lived now with Tibbett. The building was very old and rundown, and the apartment he and Tibbett shared was worse. The apartment had belonged to Tibbett’s father and had passed to Tibbett when his father died. The only reason they could still live here was because the landlord never cared enough to collect the rent. The landlord also never bothered to fix up the place, or even to turn on the power, which meant they lived in a building with no power or heat. Sometimes Crope wondered whether the landlord even remembered he owned the place. Still, as Tibbett had said once, it was more of a shelter than they could ever get living on the street.

Tonight, it barely felt warmer inside than out. Crope climbed a few flights of stairs to get to the apartment, then opened the door and ducked inside. Thanks to the fact that heat rises, it was a little warmer than downstairs, but it was still cold enough to make Crope very glad that he had a warm coat to wear. He wrapped the coat tighter around him, shivering. He looked over at the trash can in the middle of the room that served as a makeshift fireplace. No flames or smoke came from it, so Crope guessed that Tibbett had not come yet. He pulled a match from a box on the nearby counter, set a few old student-written essays ablaze, and dropped them into the bin to begin warming up the place a little.

Crope stood there for a few minutes, warming his hands by the fire. He wondered what the other professors at Oz U would say if they could see him now. No doubt they were all holed up in their mansions sipping hot cocoa by their fireplaces and taking electric heating and power for granted. He was beginning to grow angry again at the injustices of the world when he heard a noise that sounded like a cough coming from the bedroom. He turned his head toward the bedroom door and waited to see if he heard anything else. He didn’t, but he decided to check it out anyway. Maybe Tibbett had gotten home already after all.

Sure enough, when Crope opened the door to the bedroom, he could see Tibbett curled up under the covers. To his surprise, Tibbett did not move at the sound of the opening door. As Crope stepped closer, he could see that Tibbett was asleep, and he was shivering. His favorite wig lay abandoned on the floor next to the bed, along with what must have been today’s outfit. Despite the fact that it was only early evening, Tibbett was already in his warmest pajamas. Crope immediately began to worry. While both he and Tibbett had AIDS, Tibbett had had it longer and was more likely to contract an illness that could kill him. Crope nearly began to panic, worrying whether Tibbett had gotten sick.

He moved over and knelt down by Tibbett’s side of the bed. “Angel?” he said, placing his hand on Tibbett’s shoulder and lightly shaking him. “Wake up, angel. It’s me.”

Tibbett’s eyes slowly fluttered open and focused on Crope. Upon recognition, his lips curled into a small, contented smile. “Sweetheart,” he said quietly. “You’re home.”

“Yes, baby,” said Crope. “I’m here.” He stroked Tibbett’s forehead and smiled when he saw Tibbett smile. “Are you alright?”

Tibbett nodded weakly. “I’m just tired,” he said. “And cold,” he added after a moment, shivering.

“You never started a fire,” said Crope.

“I was too tired to think of it,” Tibbett explained. “I didn’t sleep well last night.”

“I remember,” said Crope. Tibbett had tossed and turned half the night, then had woken up from a nightmare not long after he had finally fallen asleep.

“Would you lay with me?” Tibbett asked. “It’ll be warmer with two in the bed.” Crope nodded, stood up, and moved around to the other side of the bed. He crawled underneath the covers and pulled Tibbett toward him.

“There,” said Crope, wrapping his arms around Tibbett. “Just let me be your blanket – I’ll keep you warm.”

They lay like that for a long time. Crope heard Tibbett’s breathing deepen, so he knew Tibbett was asleep again. He did not know how long after that he fell asleep as well – it could have been only a few minutes, or it could have been hours. All he knew was that suddenly he was awake again and looking at a terrified, shivering, wide-awake Tibbett.

“What is it?” Crope asked. He had heard Tibbett cry out, and he knew that something was wrong. As he looked at Tibbett’s face, he quickly deduced what had woken his lover. “Another nightmare?” he asked.

Tibbett nodded, still looking quite petrified. His clothes were damp with cold sweat. “The same as last night,” he said quietly. “I don’t know why I keep dreaming about it – it was so long ago…”

Crope did not understand this, so he asked tentatively, “What happened?”

Tibbett looked away. He did not speak for a minute. Then, hesitantly, he said, “It was at the Philosophy Club… in Shiz.”

“You went to Shiz?” Crope asked, surprised.

Tibbett shook his head. “No,” he said. “I was just visiting. A friend suggested I go to the Philosophy Club there. I shouldn’t have listened to him.”

Crope knew about the Philosophy Club in Shiz, of course. He’d been there a few times. In fact, he wondered he might have gotten AIDS thanks to that place. But that was beside the point. “What happened at the club?” he asked.

“I’m not sure exactly,” Tibbett admitted. “I can’t remember much – I think they drugged me. I remember… a Tiger, I think, and maybe a woman… and lots of pain and people laughing at me.” He paused, looking almost sick at the memory of it. Crope felt a sudden rush of anger and a desire to kick the shit out of whoever had done this to his boyfriend. “It was probably one of the worst things that’s ever happened to me,” Tibbett continued, “but I haven’t had nightmares about it in years. I don’t know why they’ve come back all of a sudden.”

Crope didn’t know why either. He wanted to give his lover advice, but he had none to give. He felt so helpless. So he did the only thing he could. He placed a tender kiss on Tibbett’s forehead and pulled his boyfriend into his arms again. “They can’t hurt you anymore, my angel,” he whispered. “I won’t let anyone hurt you – I promise.”

Tibbett lay quietly for a while, until Crope was almost convinced he was asleep again. Then, in a low whisper so low Crope almost didn’t hear it, he said, “I know.” His lips curled into a contented smile once again, and Crope smiled as well. He watched as Tibbett drifted off to sleep. He briefly considered getting up to get some dinner for himself, but he decided against it almost immediately. Instead, he watched Tibbett sleep until his eyes grew too heavy to keep them open. Then he joined his lover in a nightmare-free sleep.

“Don’t tell me you’re leaving early again,” said Chrissa. She stood beside Shell’s vanity with her hands on her hips. It was several hours before closing time at the Cat Scratch Club. A month ago, Shell would never have left the club early unless ordered to do so. After all, a month ago, she hadn’t had anything to go home to. That wasn’t the case any longer.

“Yes, I’m leaving early again,” Shell told Chrissa. She was too busy taking off her make-up to look up at her friend, but she knew without looking that Chrissa was not pleased with this decision. Shell and Chrissa had started working at the club around the same time, and they had become quite good friends. Unlike her sisters, Shell’s personality was such that she tended to get along easily with other people. Chrissa, on the other hand, was not always good at getting along with others, and she had come to depend on Shell’s presence to keep her grounded while at work. Therefore, she did not like it when Shell took off early like this.

“What is up with you?” Chrissa asked. “Before Lurlinemas, you never went home early. Now suddenly you take off early almost every night. What’s going on?”

Shell stopped fussing with her make-up, looked up at Chrissa, and grinned. “I’ve got a boyfriend,” she said, and instantly, Chrissa’s expression changed. Suddenly, she was excited rather than annoyed. Her eyes were wide and a grin split her face.

“Tell me everything,” she demanded. So Shell did – the important things, at least. She told Chrissa who Fiyero was, how they’d met, how their relationship was going so far, and of course, what Fiyero looked like. As shallow as it seemed, this was the part that Chrissa was most interested in.

“A Winkie nobleman?” Chrissa asked. “With dark skin, blue tattoos, and everything?”

Shell nodded, grinning as she thought of him. “I swear, he’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever met.”

“You are so lucky,” Chrissa said. She was obviously jealous of Shell, and Shell couldn’t blame her.

“I am,” Shell agreed. “I really am.”

“Well, I can forgive you for leaving me here for a boy that gorgeous,” said Chrissa. “Just don’t make it a habit, alright? We need you here, too. You’re the best dancer in the club.”

Shell doubted that, but she didn’t contradict Chrissa. She knew how to take a compliment. “The club got along just fine before I came, and it’ll do fine after I leave,” she said. “But I’ll try not to make you suffer in my absence.”

Chrissa didn’t look completely happy with Shell’s answer, but she said nothing. “I’d better get back,” she said, motioning toward the door. “So I’ll see you tomorrow night?”

Shell nodded. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

Chrissa smiled and disappeared back into the club, leaving Shell alone again. She returned to the task of cleaning off her make-up and getting things ready for the next night. All the while, she thought of Fiyero, and she couldn’t help but smile.

When Shell finally arrived home, Fiyero greeted her with a kiss. “Well, good evening to you too, sir,” she said as they parted. She looked him over and saw that he was wearing a button-down shirt – partially unbuttoned, of course, because he knew she liked to see how the pattern of blue diamonds on his face continued unbroken down his chest. She moved one hand to lightly touch one of the diamonds on his chest, and he shivered. She pressed a little harder, and he let out a very faint, low growl. She began to move her hands down his chest, past all the other blue diamonds, and as expected, he could take it no longer. He pinned her to a nearby wall and crushed his lips against hers. Their fingers fumbled as they removed articles of clothing. Then the night sky moved over her and all thoughts vanished.

Sometime later, they sat at Shell’s small table to eat the dinner that Fiyero had prepared, which had now gone cold. But they didn’t mind. She wore only his button-down shirt, and he wore only a pair of trousers. They ate in silence for a while, occasionally exchanging glances and blushing or smiling. It was Fiyero who did most of the blushing, of course; there was not much that could make Shell blush anymore.

When they did start talking, it was, at first, about how the day had gone and how things were at the club. Fiyero didn’t like to go to the club, even just to see her. Shell had asked him about that one evening.

“Having all those others around ruins it for me,” he had said. “Besides, I don’t like the look-but-don’t-touch policy. It’s all well and good for the other men, but I prefer to have you alone where I can give you the attention you really deserve.”

Tonight, Shell mentioned Chrissa and the conversation they had had about Fiyero. “She was really impressed, I think,” said Shell. “Especially by your tattoos… and the fact that you’re a noble.”

Fiyero looked away. Shell knew by now that that he didn’t like to be known as a noble. That was the way it was with most of their group of friends, she mused. Fiyero, a prince of the Arjiki tribe of the Vinkus; Glinda, the daughter of wealthy Gillikinese parents, and on her mother’s side, an Arduenna of the Uplands; Boq, the son of the mayor of Rush Margins; she and Nessarose and Elphaba, the daughters of the wife of the governor of Munchkinland, if not of the governor himself. They had all come to the Emerald City to escape their respective heritages – to live as they pleased instead of the way their parents wanted them to live.

“I didn’t say you were a prince,” Shell reassured Fiyero. “Besides, I think Chrissa was more interested in your appearance than your nobility. And I must say, I quite agree with her.” She lifted a hand and turned Fiyero’s face toward her, then ran a hand along the blue diamonds on his cheek. “These are far more interesting to me than who your parents are.”

Fiyero smiled again. Shell leaned in and kissed him. At first, it was just a simple kiss, but when Fiyero moved a hand to stroke the diamonds on her face, Shell moaned and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. His hands moved to unbutton her shirt, while her hands ran over the diamonds on his chest. This time, they made it to the bed before Shell descended onto Fiyero to show him just how interesting she thought he was.

“Why do we even bother to make dinner?” Shell asked a while later. She and Fiyero were cleaning up what was left of the meal Fiyero had made. “You would think by now we’d have learned to just throw a sandwich or two together or something.”

Fiyero shrugged. “It feels romantic to make dinner,” he said. “Even if we barely eat any of it.”

They were quiet for a few minutes as they tidied up Shell’s apartment. When they finished, they settled onto the couch, Shell nestled into Fiyero’s arms.

“Elphaba says that there are more restrictions on Animals every week,” Shell said after a while. “She gets really worked up about it. Even Glinda can barely calm her down, according to what Nessa’s told me.”

“I’m not surprised,” said Fiyero. “On either count. I remember your sister’s short temper when it came to that sort of thing. Of course,” he added, “I never got to witness Glinda calming her down. When I was there, any mention of Glinda just set her off.”

Shell chuckled a bit at the memory. It hadn’t been funny at all for Elphaba at the time – or for the rest of them – but it seemed funnier now, looking back at that week when she and her sisters and Fiyero had all lived together.

“I don’t think you would want to witness Glinda calming Elphaba down,” Shell told Fiyero. “If what Nessa says is true, their calming-down exercises can get quite loud.”

Fiyero looked down at Shell, a solemn expression on his face. “That sounds very interesting,” he said, his voice serious. “I think I would like to see it sometime.”

“You’re disgusting,” Shell said, turning slightly to hit his chest. “That’s my sister and her girlfriend you’re talking about.”

“I’m kidding,” Fiyero said quickly, holding his hands in the air as a sign of peace. “I promise, I’m kidding.”

Shell gave him a hard look, then settled back into his arms and laid her head against his chest again. “Good,” she said. “Because that really would be disgusting if you weren’t.”

“I know,” said Fiyero. His voice was quiet again. “Elphaba and Glinda are both beautiful, but I think one or both of them would try to kill me if I ever tried anything.” Shell snickered at this, picturing how angry the two would be if Fiyero tried anything stupid. “Besides,” Fiyero added, “I’ve got the most beautiful woman in the world lying right here in my arms. Lucky for me, she isn’t a lesbian.”

Shell laughed again. Fiyero sometimes said the sweetest things, but he almost always followed them up with a strange comment like that. “It is lucky for you,” she said. “Otherwise I’d be out there looking for someone with a few more curves and a little less cock.”

“So I’m safe then?”

“Very,” said Shell. “I like your cock very much.”

“Well, that’s good,” said Fiyero. “I do hope that’s not all you like about me, though.”

Shell playfully hit him again. “Of course not,” she said. “I love you, you idiot.”

She froze. That was the first time she had ever said that to Fiyero. But it only bothered her for a moment. Then she smiled, turned, and kissed him. “I love you,” she repeated. She kissed him again and again, repeating the new phrase over and over, as though testing it on her tongue.

“I love you, too,” said Fiyero at last, in between kisses and Shell’s breathless remarks. As soon as he said it, Shell fell speechless. Hearing those words from his lips was all she needed to hear. She kissed him once more, long and deep, then lay back in his arms. She closed her eyes and let him surround her completely, content to stay forever in his embrace.

As she fell asleep, the last thing she heard was Fiyero’s whisper: “I love you.”

When Glinda had informed her earlier that evening that she had something she really wanted to show her, Elphaba had had her doubts, but had agreed to go along. She had been rather disconcerted when Glinda had insisted on driving but had refused to tell her where they were going. Elphaba had protested multiple times, but Glinda held out. She had no intention of telling Elphaba where they were headed. Finally, Elphaba settled back into her seat on the passenger’s side of the car and reminded herself to breathe. There was no reason to be worried. This was Glinda, after all. As Glinda had asked, “What’s the worst it could be?” Elphaba had immediately decided that the question was purely rhetorical and had forced herself not to answer.

Their drive through the Emerald City was longer than Elphaba would have expected. But she didn’t really begin to worry until she started noticing that these buildings were getting bigger, nicer, and greener as they went along. This, Elphaba realized, was the upscale part of the city. It wasn’t the business district, where she worked, or the poorer sections, where they and their friends lived. No, this was the really well-to-do section of the city – the section in which only the wealthiest and most important people lived. What in Oz were they doing here?

“Glinda…” she began, starting to worry. “Do you know where you’re going?”

“Of course I do, silly,” said Glinda. “We’re almost there.”

Elphaba wasn’t sure what to think of this. She had never seen her girlfriend express any interest whatsoever in high society, even though that was how she had been raised. What could Glinda possibly want to show her that was all the way out here?

She kept silent for the rest of the ride and tried not to let Glinda notice how anxious she felt. Elphaba had come from a very influential family, but unlike Glinda, she had never been able to function at all in high society. She could get by in a professional setting, but the aristocratic world had never been kind to her – far from it, actually. Upper-class citizens were worse about her green skin than most, and they certainly wouldn’t approve of her choice of romantic partners. She had no desire to get anywhere near them, but she would do it… for Glinda.

At last, the car stopped outside one of the gaudiest and greenest buildings Elphaba had ever seen, short of the Wizard’s Palace. It looked like an apartment building, stretching up dozens of stories into the sky. “Come on,” Glinda said, climbing out of the car. Elphaba stared up at the building for a minute, reluctant to move, but at another urging from Glinda, she opened the door and got out.

Elphaba followed Glinda up to the door of the building, where a doorman stood. He was entirely dressed in green, as was the custom in the Emerald City. When he saw them, the doorman looked wary and began to step forward. Elphaba hesitated for a moment, but Glinda marched straight up to him, unafraid.

“Who are you?” the doorman asked, standing between Glinda and the door, blocking her way.

“I am Glinda, formerly Galinda Arduenna of the Uplands,” said Glinda. Her voice took on a formal, sophisticated tone that Elphaba had never heard in it before. She knew at once that this was her girlfriend’s temporary reversion back to the high society mannerisms she had grown up with. “My mother owns a suite here, and I should like to enter. I have the key and identification, should you require them.”

Elphaba blinked. They were visiting Glinda’s mother’s suite? She stared at Glinda in surprise, and the doorman did the same.

The shock wore off the doorman’s face almost instantaneously, however, and he smoothly answered, “That will not be necessary, Miss Glinda. If you have the key, then are you, of course, free to go in.”

Then he turned his gaze to Elphaba for the first time. The moment he saw her, he leapt backward and nearly cried out in surprise. Elphaba merely rolled her eyes. She had seen all this before; it was nothing new.

Before the doorman could say anything, Glinda calmly stepped in. “This is Elphaba Thropp, eldest daughter of the governor of Munchkinland,” she said. Elphaba didn’t like to be known for her supposed relation to a man that hated her, but her status was valuable in a place like this. “She will be accompanying me today.”

The doorman was still staring at Elphaba and not listening to Glinda. Elphaba rolled her eyes again. “Would you be so kind as to open the doors for us,” she asked. “Or at the very least, would you get out of the way so we can open them ourselves?”

“What? Oh!” said the doorman, tearing his eyes from Elphaba and rushing toward the door. He opened it hastily. “Here you are, ladies.” Elphaba sensed a bit of hesitation in his voice as he called them ‘ladies,’ but she said nothing. Glinda looked and sounded very much like a lady; Elphaba, in her shirt and trousers, with her hair pulled back, and with her green skin, did not.

“Thank you very much, kind sir,” said Glinda. “I shall be sure to put in a good word to my mother about you.” She brushed past him into the building. Elphaba did the same, all while wondering whether Glinda even knew his name.

Once they were inside, Elphaba hoped that her girlfriend would stop and explain exactly why they were here. But Glinda proceeded to go directly to the elevator without so much as a glance in Elphaba’s direction. Elphaba hurried after her – Glinda could really walk fast when she put her mind to it – and caught up with her just outside the closed elevator doors.

“Glinda, what…?” she began, but she stopped when Glinda put a finger to her lips.

“Not here,” said Glinda. Elphaba looked around. There was no one else in sight except for a young man mopping one side of the floor. She couldn’t possibly be worried about being overheard. But Glinda remained perfectly still, staring at the door as though willing it to open for her. When at last it did, a man with a top hat, briefcase, and newspaper stepped out. He tipped his hat once to Glinda, said “Good evening,” and walked on past them. Then Glinda stepped into the elevator, closely followed by Elphaba. The doors shut, and Glinda pushed a button indicating that she wanted to go to the very top floor.

Once the elevator was moving, Elphaba turned to face Glinda. “An explanation, if you please,” she said. She tried to make her voice as firm and final as possible, so that Glinda would know she needed to answer.

Glinda shifted and turned to look at Elphaba. “You already know, I’m sure, that my parents – my mother especially – are very wealthy and important.” Elphaba nodded, confirming that she did indeed know that. “Well, when I decided to move to the Emerald City, my mother insisted on buying a place for me to stay. She bought a suite here in her name and insisted I use it as my residence here in the city.”

“And does she know that you don’t live here?” Elphaba asked.

Glinda hesitated, biting her lips. Then slowly, she shook her head. “Not exactly,” she admitted. “I tried to tell them that I don’t want to live here, but they wouldn’t listen. They wouldn’t let me leave home until I agreed to stay here.”

“I see,” said Elphaba. She looked up at the numbers on the elevator wall and saw that they were almost at the top. “So your mother and father believe you live here, but you never have. You live with Nessa and I instead.”

Glinda nodded. “That’s right,” she said. She still sounded formal. This place seemed to have a strange effect on her.

Elphaba decided not to ask whether Glinda’s parents knew anything about her, or the nature of her relationship with their daughter. She already knew the answer to that. If they didn’t even know where Glinda was really living, there was no possibility that she had ever mentioned to them that she was living with a woman – a green woman, at that.

A bell dinged, indicating that they had reached the top at last. The door opened to reveal a wide hallway. Glinda hesitated a moment, then stepped out into the hallway. Elphaba paused longer than her girlfriend, but finally, reluctantly, she followed her. Glinda led her down the hallway. She walked past door after door. At each one, Elphaba expected her to stop, but she never did.

As they reached the last few doors, Glinda paused. She motioned to a door on the right. “That’s the one,” she said. Then, to Elphaba’s surprise, she kept walking without another glance at the door.

Elphaba stopped. She turned to the look at the door that Glinda had pointed to, then looked at Glinda again. If this was the apartment, then where was Glinda going?

Glinda walked to the end of the hall and stopped by a door on the left. She looked back at Elphaba, who was still standing outside the apartment door. “Elphie, are you coming?”

“Where are we going?” Elphaba asked.

In response, Glinda opened the door beside her to reveal a flight of stairs. “Up,” she said. She motioned for Elphaba to come, and she did. The green woman stepped past her blonde girlfriend and went through the door and up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, there was another door. Elphaba pushed it open and stepped through.

They were on the roof, Elphaba realized almost at once. The sky was beginning to darken as night drew closer. The sounds of the city echoed in her ears. She stepped forward to let Glinda come up behind her. Elphaba watched as the blonde woman moved toward the edge of the building. She would have moved too, but she was mesmerized by the way Glinda looked in the light of the dying day. Her hair glistened in the light, and when she turned, her eyes were sparkling.

“Elphie?” Glinda asked. Elphaba didn’t answer. She didn’t even hear. “Are you alright?”

Elphaba jerked out of her reverie. “What?” she asked. She knew Glinda had spoken, but had no idea what she had said.

Glinda chuckled and shook her head. Her hair blew about in the wind. “You’re staring,” she said.

Elphaba nearly blushed. “Sorry,” she said.

“Don’t apologize,” Glinda told her, smiling. She walked toward Elphaba, took one green hand in her own, and moved it up to her face. “You can stare all you want to.” Glinda’s cheek was soft and smooth, and even the strange contrast between green and white skin no longer bothered Elphaba. In fact, she found it rather exhilarating.

Glinda stood up on her toes and kissed Elphaba full on the mouth. When she pulled away, Elphaba was left breathless. “But we’re not here so you can stare at me,” Glinda said. “I was rather hoping you might like to look at something else.” She ran a hand along Elphaba’s cheek, then stepped away, smiling mischievously. Elphaba stood there for a moment, stunned, until Glinda waved her over to the side of the building.

As she approached, Elphaba saw the Emerald City open up before her. To her right, the Palace’s emeralds and golden dome glittered in the sun. All around, the hundreds and hundreds of buildings that made up the city were visible. Looking down, she could barely make out cars and crowds of people milling about on the city streets. Looking up, the sky was pink and red and orange and darkening as the sun set. Looking out, she could see past the borders of the city and into the countryside of the center of Oz.

“This is my favorite place in Oz,” Glinda said quietly, stepping up to stand by Elphaba, who turned to look at her. “It’s like you can see all of Oz from here.”

“It is beautiful,” Elphaba admitted. She stared out toward the east – toward Munchkinland, her childhood home. She had not been there in a long time. She did not wish to return, but a part of her wished she could live outside the Emerald City again.

“There’s Gillikin,” Glinda said, pointing north. Elphaba looked in that direction and stared for a moment. Then she turned back to Glinda as she lowered her hand again. Her face was sad as she stared out toward her homeland.

“What is it?” Elphaba asked.

“It’s nothing,” Glinda answered, tearing her eyes away and looking back at Elphaba. “I’m just a little homesick, that’s all. I haven’t been back home in ages. I know you don’t understand, but…” She trailed off, perhaps expecting Elphaba to interrupt her, to contradict her. But Elphaba said nothing. She supposed Glinda was right, for the most part. Elphaba had never really felt homesick – at least, not for the home she’d grown up in. She wasn’t sure what it was like to have a home far away to which she longed to return.

Instead of responding out loud, Elphaba pulled Glinda toward her and wrapped her arms around her. Glinda leaned her head back against Elphaba’s shoulder and sighed. “I’m so happy you’re here, Elphie,” she said quietly. “I’ve never showed this place to anyone before.”

“Really?” Elphaba asked, surprised. She stared down into Glinda’s eyes as the other woman looked up at her. “Not even Boq?”

Glinda shook her head slightly. “Definitely not Boq. It’s took special a place to share with Boq.”

The implications of that statement were not lost on Elphaba. She stared at Glinda, a mixture of surprise and awe on her face. Glinda considered her – a green-skinned, short-tempered, overly suspicious, beautifully tragic woman – to be worthy of her favorite place in all of Oz? Elphaba couldn’t understand it.

“But…” she began, suddenly lost for words. “Why me?”

Glinda turned to face Elphaba, her blue eyes meeting brown ones. “Because I love you, silly,” she said. “Do you really need another reason?”

Elphaba shook her head and leaned down to kiss her lover over and over again. “No, my sweet,” she answered in between kisses. “That one will do.”

This, Elphaba decided as she continued to show Glinda how much she loved her, was now her favorite place in Oz, too.

[ chapter 11 ]

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