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15 December 2010 @ 11:08 am
Somewhere Over The Moon (13.5/?) -- 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 13, part 1 ]

13, Part 2.

Glinda was more than a little surprised by Fiyero’s outburst. She knew he could be impetuous, but he had never been violent. She hadn’t seen him throw the first punch – she had been busy talking with Elphie and Dr. Dillamond – but she had seen the rest of the fight. Honestly, men could be so stupid sometimes. Why did they always feel the need to get into fights over everything? Glinda simply couldn’t understand it.

“What do you suppose is going on there?” Dr. Dillamond asked, as he and Glinda and Elphaba watched the Gale Force officers dragging Fiyero out the door.

“Avaric was probably coming on to Shell again,” Glinda said, disgusted. She was one of the only people who knew about Shell’s brief history with that pompous jerk.

“And Fiyero must have noticed,” Elphaba added.

Dr. Dillamond was surprised. “You know those two?” he asked.

“Of course,” said Elphaba. “They were both at Shiz with me. Avaric was in my graduating class. They both lived with Glinda for a while, and now Fiyero is dating my sister.”

“Miss Nessarose? But I saw her with that Munchkin boy – Boq, I believe his name was.”

“Yes, Nessa’s with Boq,” said Elphaba. “I have another sister, Shell. She’s the one Avaric and Fiyero were fighting over.”

“Ah,” said Dr. Dillamond, now understanding. “Two men fighting over a woman – how typical.”

Glinda decided not to respond to that. Instead, she said, “You know, Elphie, I’m surprised at Fiyero. He’s never been the type to start a fight.”

“I wouldn’t know,” said Elphaba. “I haven’t known him very long.”

“Were there many fights when you were in school? At Shiz, I mean,” Glinda asked. Perhaps Fiyero had been a fighter back then, and it was only resurfacing now.

“I would hardly be the one to ask,” Elphaba replied. “At least, not about petty fights between boys over girls. I was never involved in anything of the sort. I may cause commotions wherever I go, but I’ve never caused anything related to romance or sex. And if you’re wondering whether Fiyero participated in any fights back then,” she added, apparently sensing Glinda’s true question, the way she always did, “I believe you would be disappointed. From the little I saw of him, he was never the fighting sort. He was always extremely easygoing, never getting hung up on anything, even if it would have been good for him.”

“That does sound like him,” Glinda admitted. “I was only curious. I find this new behavior of his fascinating.”

“Not in a good way, I hope,” said Elphaba.

“Of course not,” said Glinda. “I certainly don’t want this streak of violence to continue.”

“Nor I,” said Elphaba. “You have to admit, though, we’ve managed to do rather fine job of causing commotions here tonight.”

“And just think, Elphie, none of them have been your fault.”

“Something must be wrong with the world.” It was faint, but Glinda definitely saw a smile on Elphaba’s face. The green woman really did have such a sense of humor sometimes.

“Elphaba, Glinda!” A voice from behind Elphaba caught their attention. The green woman and the Goat spun to see the source of the voice. It was Shell, all bundled up in her coat, with snowflakes melting in her hair.

“Shell, what is it?” Elphaba asked.

“Yero’s been kicked out, so we’re going to a café on the way to the train station,” Shell explained quickly. “I just wanted to let you know.” She turned to leave again, but Elphaba grabbed her arm and stopped her.

“Wait, Shell, before you go, there’s someone I want you to meet,” Elphie said. Shell turned all the way around as Elphaba let go of her arm. “Dr. Dillamond, this is my youngest sister, Shell. Shell, this is Dr. Dillamond, the finest teacher at Shiz.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Dr. Dillamond,” said Shell, extending a hand for Dr. Dillamond to shake.

“The pleasure is mine, Miss Shell,” he replied. “And might I say, your sister flatters me. I’m a humble professor of history; nothing more, and nothing less.”

“He’s being modest,” Elphaba insisted.

“Now, Miss Elphaba…”

“Pardon me,” Shell interrupted. “Forgive me for cutting you off, but Fiyero’s waiting for me out in the snow. I’d love to stay, but I’ve really got to go.”

“Alright,” said Elphaba. “Go meet your man.”

“And do try to keep him from picking any fights at the café,” Glinda added, not able to resist the chance to pick on her friend. It seemed the Thropp sisters had really rubbed off on her.

“I will,” Shell assured her. “It was lovely meeting you, Dr. Dillamond.”

“Likewise, Miss Shell,” he replied. “I hope we have a chance to meet again.”

Shell answered with a nod, then said a quick good-bye to Elphaba and Glinda and disappeared.

“She seems a bit distracted,” said Dr. Dillamond as Shell vanished into the sea of black and white gowns and tuxedos.

“Not distracted,” Glinda said. “Determined. She’s on a mission, and she won’t be distracted from it.”

“Ah, much like her sister, then,” Dr. Dillamond said fondly, looking at Elphaba. “It was never possible to distract Miss Elphaba either, once she had her mind set on something.”

“No, indeed,” came a voice that Glinda only vaguely recognized. This is, she had heard it before, somewhere, but she couldn’t place it. This time, it was Glinda who had to turn, since the voice came from behind her. The voice came from a tall woman – if she was a woman; Glinda thought she resembled a fish more than anything else. The woman – for that was what she was, Glinda decided – wore a reddish-orange gown that tapered down to her feet. Her hair was huge and an unnatural shade of blonde, and her face was far too pale to look healthy. Glinda recognized her now. She wondered how she had never noticed how similar Madame Morrible looked to a carp.

“I am surprised to see you here, Miss Elphaba,” Madame Morrible continued. “You never gave me the impression that you were one for parties.”

“That may be the first accurate impression you’ve ever had of me,” said Elphaba. Glinda knew that Elphaba had no love at all for the former headmistress of Shiz. It wasn’t surprising, considering the way the old carp was looking at her now. “Congratulations.”

“Impertinent as always, I see,” said Madame Morrible. “How did you manage to secure an invitation?”

“My friend Crope teaches at Oz U, and he invited us,” Elphaba answered.

“I see.” Madame Morrible turned to look down at Glinda. “And you – you are Miss Galinda Arduenna, if I am not mistaken.”

“It’s Glinda now. The ‘Ga’ is silent.”

Madame Morrible ignored her words. “I must admit, I’m surprised to see you here as well, Miss Galinda. I spoke with your mother earlier this evening, and she was under the impression that you were still in the city tonight. Not that she seemed very upset by this – I do believe your protest may have unnerved her.”

Glinda felt herself go pale. Her mother was here? Now? She supposed she shouldn’t be surprised; her mother and father were important people who would relish events like this. But Momsie and Popsicle rarely ventured out of Frottica, let alone the Pertha Hills. They almost never made the effort to visit Shiz or the Emerald City for any reason at all. She assumed that if her mother was here, then her father was as well. But what in Oz would bring them here?

Glinda looked over at Elphaba. Her girlfriend didn’t look any happier at the idea of seeing Glinda’s mother and father than Glinda was. Elphaba was usually quite brave when it came to meeting people, and that usually helped Glinda do the same. But there was fear in Elphaba’s eyes now, which only made Glinda feel worse.

But she wouldn’t let Madame Morrible see that. She quickly adjusted her facial expression, making it as blank and expressionless as she could manage. “You’ve spoken to my mother? How delightful. Is she here?”

“She is, indeed,” Madame Morrible replied, and any hopes that Glinda had that she might be mistaken were dashed instantly. “She and your father are still at the banquet, I believe.”

“The banquet?” Glinda repeated, confused.

Madame Morrible pretended to look shocked. “Surely you knew about the banquet held this evening,” she said. “It was held in the hall just off the ballroom, and only for high society citizens, of course.” She regarded Glinda with a curious look. “Surely you were invited, what with your parents being who they are.”

Glinda nearly shook her head, but decided to remain perfectly still instead. “Even if I had received such an invitation, I would have declined. Those silly banquets are a waste of my time.”

“Are they, Miss Galinda?” Morrible’s gaze was now distinctly disapproving. “Your parents would be devastated to hear you say such a thing.”

It was at that moment that Elphaba stepped forward again and interjected herself. “Was there something you wanted, Madame? Glinda and I were in the middle of a pleasant conversation with Dr. Dillamond. So if you would state your business, we could all go back to what we really mean to be doing. In your case, I suppose that would be bothering all the guests at the banquet with your presence.”

Glinda couldn’t help but let slip a slight grin. She was surprised that Elphaba had held her tongue for so long, and was grateful for the excuse to change the subject. Besides, there was nothing quite like Elphie’s wit.

Meanwhile, Madame Morrible did not look as amused. She cast a quick glance at Dr. Dillamond, then immediately turned to Elphaba, as though the Goat wasn’t there at all.“That mouth of yours will get you into trouble one day,” she said. Her look of disappointment changed to one of barely-disguised loathing as she looked at Elphaba.

But Elphaba was unfazed by any of it. “I am trouble,” she replied, taking another defiant step toward the fish-like woman. “A little more of me won’t hurt.”

Morrible continued to glare at her, but she must not have had a good response to that, for she turned back to Glinda. “I came to you to see if I could find a way to talk to your friend, Master Boq. He has not returned any of my calls, and I am waiting for his answer. I would greatly like to speak with him about the whole matter.”

Glinda hesitated, purposefully avoiding meeting Elphaba’s eyes. She knew it wasn’t fair to inflict Madame Morrible on poor Boq, especially when he had so much on his mind already, what with his date with Nessa and all. But this was network television they were talking about. It would be a dream come true for Glinda to perform on network TV, and surely Boq would be happy to see his footage broadcast across Oz. And besides, it wasn’t as though he had to actually commit to anything tonight; it would just be a conversation. Surely there wasn’t anything wrong with that, was there?

“He’s around here… somewhere,” Glinda answered, being sure to sound as vague as possible. At least this way Morrible would be responsible for finding Boq, taking some of the blame off Glinda’s shoulders. “I can’t be sure where he’s gotten off too; Elphie and I have been too busy to keep an eye on him.”

Madame Morrible’s lips curled upward in amusement. “Elphie?” she repeated, now turning to look at the green woman again. “Is that what you like to be called now, Miss Elphaba?”

“Only by petite blonde women who sleep in her bed every night,” Glinda said, surprising herself with her own boldness. She put her hand on Elphaba’s shoulder and shifted to stand closer to the green woman than would be seen as proper. Elphie smiled down at her, but her cheeks burned a darker shade of green. Elphie wasn’t normally embarrassed by this sort of thing, but Madame Morrible seemed to have more of an effect on her than she was trying to let on.

Morrible looked back and forth at the pair of them, a disgusted expression growing on her face as she realized exactly what Glinda was implying. Now, looking at the carp-like woman, Glinda realized that her words might not have been the wisest ones. She had yet to tell her parents about Elphaba, and she wouldn’t be surprised if Madame Morrible went straight back to the banquet to do it for her. Glinda felt herself go pale again at the thought. It would be difficult enough to tell them herself, with Elphaba standing nearby for support; she didn’t know if she could handle what they would do if they learned of the relationship from Morrible. She would be more to twist it in all the wrong ways, putting Glinda in as bad a standing as possible.

But what could she do now? She had already spoken the words, and there was no taking them back. She might as well make the best of it. Summoning up her courage once again, Glinda held fast to Elphaba. As if she knew what Glinda was thinking, Elphaba reached her hand down and captured Glinda’s hand with it, interweaving their fingers in an unbreakable pattern of green and white. The blush in Elphie’s cheeks had disappeared, and all that was left was a smile.

“Glinda and I are done talking to you now,” Elphaba said matter-of-factly. The lack of emotion she could put into her voice was sometimes more frightening then when she was angry. “You wanted to know where Master Boq is, and we’ve answered you. You have no more business with either of us, so go and leave us in peace.”

Madame Morrible, who was still recovering from shock at Glinda’s revelation, suddenly hardened her face and glared menacingly at Elphaba. “I knew from the beginning that you’d come to no good, Miss Elphaba. I did what I could to help you when you were under my care at Shiz, but I see now that no amount of rehabilitation can change a truly wicked nature.”

Before Elphaba could respond, Morrible turned her attention to Glinda. “As for you, Miss Galinda, I have only this one piece of advice: You have the opportunity to make something of yourself in this world. Don’t waste it on foolishness and hopeless cases.”

She was gone before either Glinda or Elphaba could say anything at all. Next to Glinda, Elphaba let out a low hissing sound, seething with anger and frustrated that she had no chance to retort. Her hand squeezed Glinda’s hand so hard that Glinda yelped and tore her hand away. At the sound of Glinda’s squeal, Elphaba’s anger melted enough for her to turn to face her girlfriend, an apologetic expression on her face.

“Oh no,” she said quickly. “Did I hurt you?”

Glinda shook her hand a few times to relieve the pressure, but she was not really that angry at Elphaba. How could she be? Was it Elphie’s fault that Madame Morrible was such a horrible person? “I’m alright,” she reassured Elphaba. “You just squeezed my hand a little hard – that’s all.”

“I’m sorry, honeybear.” Elphie raised Glinda’s hurt hand to her lips and kissed it tenderly. “I didn’t mean to let Horrible Morrible get to me. It’s just that she’s… well…”

“I know what you mean,” Glinda said. “She’s a real bitch, isn’t she?”

To her surprise, Elphaba burst out laughing. “What?” Glinda asked. “What’s so funny?”

“You,” Elphaba somehow managed to answer between bursts of laughter. “Your mouth,” she clarified. “I’ve never heard you swear as much at people as you’ve done tonight.”

“Well it’s true,” Glinda said seriously, putting her hands on her hips. She couldn’t see what was so funny about this – she was being perfectly serious. “Don’t you think?”

“Of course I do,” Elphaba laughed. “I’m well aware that she’s a bitch. I just can’t get over hearing you say it.”

To be honest, Glinda still could not see what was so funny about her word choice. But it didn’t matter. She hadn’t seen Elphie laugh like this in a very long time. Actually, she thought, I’ve never heard her laugh like this before. The sight and sound of Elphie’s laughter was so wonderful that it drove all thoughts of Madame Morrible from her mind. In fact, though she had no real idea of why this was so funny, Elphie’s laughter was so infectious that Glinda found herself laughing right alongside her.

As their laughter finally died down, Glinda heard Dr. Dillamond comment, “It’s so lovely to hear that laugh, Miss Elphaba. I don’t believe I’ve ever heard you laugh before.” Glinda turned to the Goat in surprise; she’d nearly forgotten he was there. She felt rather guilty for this. It would not do to have her forgetting about the Animals – Elphie would kill her.

“It’s good to laugh,” Elphaba replied. “I don’t think I do it nearly often enough.”

“We’ll have to work on that, won’t we, pookie?” Glinda said, grinning.

“We will, indeed,” Elphaba answered. She smiled down at Glinda, and Glinda smiled back.

“Well, ladies, this has been lovely,” said Dr. Dillamond. “But I’m afraid that I must leave you now. I’m feeling rather tired, and I think I’ll retire for the night.”

“Won’t you stay a few more minutes?” Elphaba asked, clearly sad to see the Goat go.

“I have been very hard at work for many days, Miss Elphaba,” Dr. Dillamond answered, “and I’m afraid I haven’t been getting enough rest. As long as I’m taking the night off, I think I shall try to catch up on some of my sleep.”

“I understand,” said Elphaba. She put her arms around Dr. Dillamond and hugged him. This surprised Glinda, since Elphaba was normally not the sort of person who gave out hugs. “It’s been really good to see you again.”

“It’s been a pleasure, my dear,” said Dr. Dillamond. “I hope I shall see you again soon. And it has been lovely to meet you again, Miss Glinda. Take care of Miss Elphaba for me, will you?”

“I’ll do my best,” Glinda promised.

“Well, then,” said Dr. Dillamond. “Until we meet again.” He bowed politely to each of them, and then turned and began to make his way toward the door.

Glinda watched him go, then turned to look at Elphaba, who had a sad look in her eyes as she watched him go. “Are you alright, pookie?” she asked.

Elphaba tore her eyes away from the door and looked to Glinda, nodding. “I’m fine,” she said. “It’s just really good to see him again.” Glinda was sure that Elphaba wasn’t telling her something, but she could tell that Elphaba wasn’t planning on sharing. Instead, Elphaba reached her hand down again to squeeze Glinda’s hand, being more careful not to hurt her this time.

But Glinda decided to do Elphaba one better. She stretched up on her toes and pulled Elphaba’s head down at the same time, making sure their lips met in the middle. It was a simple, relatively chaste kiss. But it did the trick. When she pulled back, Elphie was grinning again, even wider than before. Her eyes, as dark as they were, were shining in the dim light of the ballroom, as though they lit up themselves.

But as she stood up straight again, Elphaba’s eyes shifted so that her gaze fell behind Glinda, and suddenly her smile disappeared. Her face turned as pale a green as Glinda had ever seen, and it instantly hardened into her best defensive expression. Glinda knew immediately that Elphaba had seen something terrible behind her, and she had no desire to turn to find out what it was.

But Glinda didn’t need to turn. “Galinda? Is that you?” She had heard that voice more times than she could begin to count, though she had never heard it sound quite so scandalized.

Taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm her suddenly rushing heart, Glinda slowly turned to face her mother and father. “Hello, Momsie,” she said evenly. “Hello, Popsicle.”

Larena and Highmuster Arduenna were dressed in their finest, as far as Glinda could see. Larena wore an ivory dress that was in the style of the latest fashions, though it had clearly been made especially for her, the way all good dresses were made. And Highmuster, who usually wore the same dress suit he’d had for years, wore a brand-new coat and pair of trousers. His hair was beginning to turn white, Glinda noticed, but her mother’s hair was as rich a red color as ever (Glinda had gotten her beautiful blonde hair from her father). They both looked as regal and elegant as Glinda had always thought them.

Unfortunately, at present, they also looked quite capable of murder.

“It’s so good to see you,” Glinda said, trying to sound as genuine as possible. It was partly true – she was happy to see her Momsie and Popsicle after being away from home for so long. But this was not how she’d wanted to meet them again after so long. She had no doubt that Madame Morrible had found them, and she was quite sure that they had seen that kiss as well.

“Yes, well, if you came home every now and again, you would see us more often, wouldn’t you?” said Larena.

Glinda sighed. It seemed they were skipping the polite pretenses and greetings and were going straight to the heart of the matter – or as close to the heart of the matter as her mother would let herself get. Glinda was getting better at this whole cutting-to-the-core thing, since it was Elphie’s preferred style of conversation. But she was completely unused to her mother employing the same technique, so it caught her off-guard. Nevertheless, Glinda knew how to do this by now. She readied herself for the full-frontal assault and forged ahead.

“I’m busy, Mother,” she said, failing to use her usual nickname for her mother purely by accident. Still, as she thought about it, calling her mother “Momsie” didn’t seem appropriate at the moment, so she gave herself credit for a good word choice.

If Larena noticed the change, she didn’t say anything. Instead, she focused on the rest of Glinda’s answer. “Busy, are you? Doing what, exactly? No one’s seen or heard from you in months.”

“I’ve been performing,” Glinda answered vaguely. She had never really explained what she did for a living to her parents, and she didn’t intend to do so now.

“I see,” said Larena, her lips pursed. “Is that what you call that disgraceful protest that put you on the news? ‘Performing’? I tell you, Galinda, we were absolutely mortified when we heard of it. Do you know how many people saw it? Thank Lurline we were able to dispel most of the rumors by convincing our friends that it wasn’t you.”

Glinda could practically feel Elphaba’s temper flaring beside her. “That protest was for a good cause,” she replied, as calmly as possible. “They were planning to force all the homeless off an empty lot in order to build a cyber studio. We couldn’t allow them to treat people that way.” But Glinda had no hope that her parents would care at all about the homeless on the lot. They were more likely to take Avaric’s side. But she needed to prevent Elphie from getting angry, if that was possible, and defending the protest herself was the best way to do that.

As expected, her father let out a harrumph. “You call that a good cause?” he asked. “From what I’ve heard, a cyber studio would do the place some good. Maybe it’ll help those bums find a job.”

“Bums?” Before Glinda could stop her, Elphaba was at her side, unable to keep silent any longer. “Do you really think any of them chose to be out on the streets? Is it their fault that landlords and business owners are greedy and take advantage of people who can’t fight back? Should they be blamed for the problems of society and the fact that anyone who’s even the slightest bit different can’t possibly hope to get ahead in life? What better cause is there than to defend those who can’t defend themselves?”

“Elphie!” Glinda quickly seized her girlfriend’s arms and kept Elphie from advancing on her parents. She believed in every word that Elphaba was saying, but she couldn’t help but cringe at the tone in Elphaba’s voice. This was certainly not the way she wanted to introduce Elphie to her parents. It might even be a worse introduction than that kiss, if that was possible.

Glinda’s exclamation managed to silence the green woman long enough for Larena to step forward and interrupt what would have turned into a much longer speech. “Who are you, and what right do you have to criticize my husband and myself?”

“Yes, I would like to know that, too,” Highmuster added, stepping forward to stand by his wife. “I’d also like to know what business you have kissing my daughter.” He turned to Glinda, who felt a blush rising to color her cheeks. “Perhaps our darling Galinda would care to explain.”

Glinda felt herself start to shrink under the combined gaze of her mother and father. Her mother might not have been able to address the question of Glinda’s sexuality, but her father seemed to be able to ask about it without any trouble. Glinda’s mind raced as she searched for an explanation for her parents, but words seemed to be failing her. In desperation, she turned to Elphaba for help, but the look in Elphaba’s eyes told her that this was her responsibility, like it or not. Glinda swallowed hard, silently praying to Lurline to help her get through this.

“Could we perhaps discuss this somewhere else?” Glinda finally managed to ask. She needed more time to take all of this in. Besides, if she really wanted this out in the open, it had better be done away from the public eye. Her parents would be worse in private, but at least it would mean that everything was said at once.

Highmuster and Larena exchanged glances. Then, slowly, Larena nodded. “I suppose that would be best. We simply cannot have any more scandals right now.”

Her husband nodded approvingly. “Well said, dear. Perhaps we should move to one of the private lounges.”

“A very good idea, darling,” said Larena. “Why don’t you lead the way?”

Glinda watched her father nod, turn, and walk in the direction he had come. She looked over at Elphaba, but Elphie was too busy forcing herself to follow Highmuster to notice. The green woman walked about as confidently as she could manage. Behind her, she left Glinda alone with her mother.

“After you, Galinda dear,” Larena said, waving a hand casually in the direction Highmuster and Elphaba had gone.

Glinda repressed the urge to inform her mother that the “Ga” in her name was now silent. She didn’t need anything else to explain at the moment. Instead, she tried to ignore her mother as she turned to follow her girlfriend. She made her way carefully through the crowd. With her mind still racing, Glinda couldn’t focus, and so she nearly knocked over several people. She apologized each time, but barely noticed what she was going. She was so distracted that she barely registered the change when they left the ballroom and found themselves in a long, mostly empty hallway. Glinda didn’t even realize that she had caught up to Elphaba until she felt a green hand slip itself into hers. Suddenly aware again, she looked up at Elphie, but her girlfriend was staring straight ahead, almost as though she were trying to bore holes into the back of Glinda’s father’s head with just her gaze. Glinda didn’t mind, though; Elphaba was focused, and when she was focused, she was dangerous. Now that they’d already ruined the first impression, Glinda supposed it would be good to have Elphaba at her most powerful and dangerous.

After ascending a flight of stairs and going partway down another hallway, Highmuster led them into a small room. The three sides of the room away from the door were line with faded emerald-green couches. In the center of the room was a circular coffee table, with a single pot of fake pink flowers as the centerpiece. The carpet was a deep brown – the same shade as Elphie’s eyes, Glinda thought – while the walls were a faded pink color. Glinda found the room to be perfect, though she doubted her parents had any idea that the room they had chosen proved beyond any doubt that pink really did go good with green.

But as everyone entered the room, Glinda’s attention was drawn away from the colors of the walls and couches. Her parents moved further into the room, leaving Glinda to stand near the door with Elphaba, still hand in hand. At any other time, Glinda might have extracted her hand from Elphaba’s by now, but her parents had already seen them kissing, so there wasn’t much of a point of hiding anything.

“Now,” Highmuster began, once they were all in the room and the door was shut behind them, “Galinda, explain.”

Glinda took a deep breath and looked up at Elphaba one last time for support. This time, Elphie looked back at her, her eyes blazing with defiance. She squeezed Glinda’s hand lightly, urging her to go on, and Glinda found her courage, knowing Elphaba would be there the whole time.

“Momsie, Popsicle, this is Elphaba Thropp,” she began, her voice shaking in spite of herself. “She’s the oldest daughter of the governor of Munchkinland. She graduated from Shiz University, and she currently works as a lawyer in the Emerald City. She’s strong-willed and isn’t afraid to speak her mind, even when she should probably hold her tongue, but she’s also extremely loyal and good-hearted. I’ve never met a more kind or wonderful person in all of my life. And for that, and for many other reasons…” Glinda paused, almost afraid to say it. She tried to focus on the feeling of Elphie’s hand in hers, and somehow found the strength to say, “… I love her. Momsie and Popsicle, Elphaba is my girlfriend. I am undeniably and irrevocably in love with her.”

The silence that filled the room was pregnant, filled with shock and tension, spoken and unspoken feelings, and more awkwardness than Glinda had ever felt before. Still, she felt a momentary relief at having said all of that at last. Now it was out, for better or worse, and her parents could do whatever they wanted with it.

A moment later, she feared that they would do just that. Her mother simply stared at her, shocked. Then suddenly, a burst of laughter left her and echoed through the room. “Galinda, my darling, you must be joking. What a cruel joke to play on us, dear. Your father and I can’t take this sort of amusement well – you know that.”

Glinda wasn’t completely surprised. Her mother had never been good at dealing with certain types of information. She tended to dismiss anything she didn’t want to hear as a joke. “No, Mother, it’s not a joke. I’m completely serious.”

Larena’s laughter and smiled faded. She exchanged glances with her husband. “She is, isn’t she?” Larena looked back at Glinda. “You’re not joking, are you? I thought you were trying to play one of your silly jokes on us, but you’re wearing your serious face. Oh Oz, Highmuster, she’s wearing her serious face.” Suddenly her mother looked as though she were about to faint. “Oh, sweet Oz…”

“Galinda, dear, you can’t be serious,” said her father. “Your mother and I raised you right.”

“I know, Popsicle, but…”

“Whatever happened to that nice Munchkin boy we met last Lurlinemas?” her mother interrupted. “I know we were a little less than approving of him at the time, but he really was such a nice boy.”

A little less than approving? That’s an understatement. Her parents had all but hated Boq, mostly because they were convinced that no Munchkinlander could ever be good enough for their precious Galinda. “Boq is here tonight, actually,” Glinda said. “But I left him a few months ago. He’s with Elphaba’s younger sister now.”

Her mother’s hopeful expression faded for a moment, then reappeared again. “Well, perhaps a good Gillikinese boy, then,” she said. “What about that Avaric fellow that you mentioned last year? You said he was Gillikinese, didn’t you?”

“He is, but he’s married,” Glinda answered. “And even if he wasn’t, I would never be with him. He’s a lying, backstabbing creep. And please,” she added, “stop trying to set me up with someone else. I told you, I love Elphaba, and I don’t want to be with anyone else.” She squeezed Elphie’s hand a little more tightly to emphasize her point, though only Elphaba noticed it.

“But Galinda darling…”

“I’m sorry, Mother. I’m not changing my mind. Nothing you can say can make me stop loving Elphie.”

Both of her parents stared at her, not saying a word. It seemed they were finally realizing that they could not convince their daughter of anything. But she could tell that they weren’t done fighting yet. If they were done targeting her, then there was only one other person to go after. Glinda looked up at Elphaba, who seemed to be as aware of what was coming as Glinda was. Or perhaps she had just been wearing that same hard expression on her face the entire time.

As Glinda expected, her father advanced on Elphaba next. Neither of her parents had moved closer to her as they had spoken to her, but Highmuster was not afraid to get up into Elphaba’s face. They were about the same height, but Elphaba’s green skin, angular features, and penetrating eyes made her look much more menacing. Nevertheless, her father stared the green woman down, sporting as frightening an expression as he could manage.

“So you’re the green devil woman who’s corrupted my daughter,” her father said. “Tell me, witch, how many spells have you cast on her? Hmm? How much of your vile sorcery did it take to get her into your bed?”

“Father!” Glinda cried, shocked and horrified by his accusations.

“Silence,” Highmuster ordered her. “The Galinda I raised would never love a green woman. You’ve obviously been placed under this wicked witch’s spell, and I intend to see that she reverses it.”

“But you can’t reverse a spell once it’s been cast,” Glinda argued. She didn’t know much about magic, but she knew that much.

Her father didn’t listen. “Tell me what you’ve done, witch.”

“I am no witch,” Elphaba said firmly. It was the truth, Glinda knew. Elphie had some natural magical talent (Glinda had seen it before when Elphie had gotten really angry), but she certainly had no control over it. “I studied law, history, and life sciences at Shiz, not sorcery. I couldn’t conjure up even a glass of water for myself if I was thirsty. If I had wanted to put a spell on Glinda, I would have failed miserably.”

“You’re lying,” Highmuster insisted. “You got someone to do it for you, or else you really did it and you’re just trying to cover it up.”

“Or maybe Glinda is acting completely of her own volition, and her close-minded parents aren’t willing to accept it,” Elphaba argued. Glinda doubted that using the term “close-minded” was going to help anything, but what was said was said. “I find it to be rather terrible that two parents could dismiss their only daughter’s words out of hand as though they meant nothing. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you don’t trust her.”

Glinda wasn’t surprised that her parents looked even more furious than before. “How dare you?” her mother hissed, moving to join her husband again. She lifted a perfectly-manicured hand and pointed a finger in Elphaba’s face. “How dare you speak to my husband and I that way? Who do you think you are?”

Elphaba did not back down. “I’m Elphaba Thropp,” she said. “I’m in love with your daughter, and if you don’t treat her right, I’ll make sure you know it. I don’t give a damn what you have to say about me, and I sure as hell won’t let you tell me what I can or cannot say. You can accept me or not – it’s your choice – but I’m not leaving Glinda. The sooner you realize that, the better off we’ll all be.”

Silence filled the room again. After a moment, Elphaba spoke again. Her voice was slightly gentler now, but not any less firm. “Come, Glinda. Let’s go find the others. I think it’s about time we headed home.”

Glinda nodded. There was nothing she wanted more than to be at home with Elphaba. But she didn’t move right away. “You go ahead, Elphie,” she said. She didn’t really want to be alone with her parents at the moment, but she wasn’t completely sure she wanted Elphie to have the last word. “I’ll catch up with you in a moment.”

She hesitated, then stretched upward to give Elphaba her usual good-bye kiss, regardless of the fact that her parents were still watching. They already knew the secret; there was no point trying to hide it or make it appear to be anything less than it was.

Elphaba gave her a worried look, but Glinda just smiled, trying to reassure her. “I’ll be fine,” Glinda said quietly, so only Elphaba could make out the words. “I just need a moment alone with them.”

Elphaba didn’t look reassured at all, but she nodded. “Don’t be long,” she replied. “And don’t let them bully you. Hold out, my sweet.” She leaned in to give Glinda another kiss. This one was longer and deeper than the last. Elphie seemed intent on making Glinda’s parents as uncomfortable as possible. As long as Elphie’s lips were on hers, Glinda didn’t give a damn about anything else. But when they parted and Elphaba reluctantly left the room, the sting of her absence was almost too great for Glinda to handle.

And then she was forced with facing her parents again. She turned around slowly, not able to meet their eyes. Her mother looked too stunned by all this to speak, and her father, as furious as he was, didn’t look much better. They both stared at the door through which Elphaba had left. When she had been gone for several long moments, they turned their attention back to their daughter. The moment their eyes fell on her again, Glinda wished she hadn’t been stupid and had gone with Elphaba.

But there was no turning back now. She had wanted the last word, and she was going to get it. So Glinda summoned up every ounce of courage she had, and then some, and boldly took a step toward her parents. She took one final deep breath to calm herself, and then began to speak, using the boldest and yet most polite voice she could manage.

“You wonder why I never come home? Well, this is why. You treat me like a princess as long as I do what you want, but the moment I try to find happiness by doing what I love, you turn on me and cast me aside like a pair of last season’s shoes. You only care about your own damn opinions; you never stop to think about what I think, or what makes me happy. Well, I’ll tell you what I think.” Her voice began to lose some of its politeness as she got angrier and angrier.

“I think that when I’m on stage, performing in front of people, I feel like I’m accomplishing something. I think that standing up for the rights of the underprivileged is important, and I’m proud to be involved. I think that living in a rundown apartment with my closest male friends is far more exciting than living in a penthouse suite all by myself. I think that going to a party with real, true friends, even if they happen to be poor and rundown and broken, is far more worthwhile than spending an evening trying to climb the social ladder.

“And most of all,” she continued, now standing very close to her father and looking him straight in the eye, “I know, without a doubt, that I love Elphaba Thropp, and that she loves me back. Sure, our relationship isn’t perfect, but that’s not what matters. I love her more than I love anyone else in this world, and nothing you can say or do is going to change that. If you really want to know what makes me happy, then you don’t have to look any farther. Elphaba is what makes me happy. When I’m with her, I simply couldn’t be happier.”

Glinda left it at that, for it seemed like a good place to stop. Leaving her parents staring after her, she turned on her heels and marched straight out the door. She turned left, which she was fairly certain was the direction she needed to go.

But before she could take more than a step or two, she collided with something all black and green. She lost her balance and nearly fell over. Fortunately, the black and green thing was quick enough to catch her. “Sorry!” Elphie said quickly. “I didn’t give you enough warning.”

“No, you didn’t,” Glinda agreed, though she couldn’t possibly be angry with Elphie for it – not when she was nestled safely in Elphie’s arms. “What are you doing here, anyway? I thought I told you to go on ahead.”

“You did. I didn’t listen,” Elphaba answered. Glinda gave her a look, but Elphaba continued, “I couldn’t leave you alone with them. They were being absolutely horrible to you.”

“They’re my parents,” said Glinda. “I lived with them for eighteen years; I think I’m quite capable of handling a few minutes with them.”

“I’d say you certainly are,” said Elphaba. Now she was smiling proudly at Glinda. “I heard your speech. It was absolutely brilliant.”

“You think so?”

“I would have thrown in a few more profanities, myself, but that’s just a matter of taste.” Glinda’s eyebrows rose, and Elphaba smirked at her. “Besides, I think you really hit the nail on the head. And, well… I really liked what you said – about me, I mean.” Her voice softened, becoming much more serious. “It was really sweet.”

“Well, thank you. I’m glad you think so.”

Elphaba’s expression changed again, and Glinda was suddenly confused. Now she looked sad, rather than happy or proud. “What’s wrong?” Glinda asked.

Elphaba turned her head away, suddenly unable to meet Glinda’s eyes. “Are they true?” she asked quietly. “All those things you said about me? Are they really true?”

Glinda’s heart broke once again for her Elphie. She knew by now that Elphaba’s self-esteem was almost non-existent, despite the amount of attention and respect she commanded. She was exceptionally skilled at hiding it, but she really had a quite low view of herself, born out of the color of her skin and the treatment she had received as a child. Glinda was striving to change that about Elphaba, but all her best efforts seemed for naught sometimes. Still, she pressed on, determined to prove to Elphaba that she was worth something, and that she was loved.

Glinda took Elphaba’s face in her hands and turned it to look at her. “I meant every word I said,” she told the woman she loved. “I’ve never meant anything in my life more than I meant those words in there.”

“Really?” Glinda could see Elphaba struggling to believe it.

“Yes,” she said firmly. “But now I want to say something I mean even more than that.”

Elphaba looked surprised. “What?” she asked, her voice catching in her throat.

“This,” Glinda replied. “I love you, Elphie, with all my heart.” And before Elphie could say a single word in response, Glinda pulled the green woman in for a kiss. It startled Elphaba at first, but soon she melted and returned the kiss with equal force.

When at last they parted, both were breathless, and Elphaba was smiling. Glinda supposed she was smiling too, but she cared only about Elphie’s smile. “I love you, too, my sweet,” said Elphaba. “And for that, I think I’m the luckiest green woman in Oz.”

Now giddy from the kiss, Glinda had to laugh. “You’re the only green woman in Oz,” she pointed out.

To her delight, Elphaba began laughing too. “That’s very true,” she said. “And, as the sole green woman in all of Oz, I hereby declare that we should go find the others and catch a train back home.”

“You don’t want to go back to the party? But we were having so much fun, running into old acquaintances and all that.”

“I’ve had quite enough of old acquaintances for one night,” Elphaba said, scowling a little as she looked back at the door to the room in which Glinda’s parents still were.

“Then perhaps we can have our own little party at home,” Glinda suggested. The thought of Elphie lying naked on their bed crossed her mind, and suddenly her smile became seductive of its own accord. “I can think of something that you promised me earlier that would make me feel much, much better.”

Elphaba’s eyes filled with lust as she smiled back at Glinda. “Then we had better get a move on. I wouldn’t want you to miss out on any… Valentine’s Day activities.” Her voice was low and husky, and it made Glinda shudder with anticipation.

They turned and hurried off toward the ballroom, hand in hand. As they went, Glinda considered how strange it was that she could go from being absolutely furious and disgusted with her parents to being lust-filled and horny in only a matter of minutes. It felt as though she had gone through the full spectrum of emotions in the last few minutes, from rage to laughter to sadness to all-out lust. Perhaps that final speech she had given her parents had finally released all her pent-up emotions, and now they were just sitting there on the edge of her brain, waiting to be used.

To be honest, Glinda didn’t care. Her thoughts ran wild, and she didn’t try to stop them. A memory of Elphaba’s tongue between her legs kept repeating itself in her mind, causing shivers to run up and down her spine. But she didn’t try to push the memories aside, even though she was still out in public at a proper, social event. Glinda loved her Elphie, and she planned to make love to Elphie all night long, and she didn’t care if the whole world knew. She was walking on air.

Glinda gripped Elphaba’s hand just a little bit tighter, and they kept running, unchallenged by anyone and anything. And Glinda couldn’t be happier.

Mood: annoyedannoyed
Theme Music: Invention - Stephanie J. Block
kahepaca on April 15th, 2011 10:26 pm (UTC)
Very intereresting reading. thx