I'm writing this because I still feel anger towards ABC for kicking Brooke Smith to the curb. She was my favorite character, for real. Just because she didn't sleep with everyone in the hospital and freakin' had a backbone, she didn't have 'chemistry' on the show. Whatever.

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Prologue

Doctor Erica Elizabeth Hahn had a very unlikely hero. In fact, her hero wasn't a hero at all, but one of the most well known villains in the world. Erica Elizabeth Hahn looked up to and admired the Wicked Witch of the West. People would say that it suited her personality, that she herself was considered 'wicked' in the world of Seattle Grace. And she rolled with it. One of the benefits of being considered evil was that people did what you said in order to avoid your impending wrath.

The first time that she had seen Wizard of Oz, she was 26 years old. She didn't even want to see it, in truth she was just tired of being nagged about never seeing it. So she borrowed the movie from a friend, popped it in her VCR player and settled back to watch it with the intentions of hating it. The first half hour was dreadful on her. Judy Garland was very pretty, no denying that, but she never really like prissy girls who skipped around singing. The munchkins were amusing (she especially enjoyed the Lollipop Guild) and the 'Good Witch' was okay, but it wasn't until there was a dreadful popping noise followed by little screams did she start to fully enjoy the movie.

The movie was long, filled with interesting characters that danced in funny ways, but it was only the times when the Witch made her appearances did Erica enjoy watching the overly colorful film. Nobody messed with the Wicked Witch of the West. And when the wonderfully green woman finally met her demise to a bucket of water, Erica felt strangely sad. She never got emotional about movies, yet here she was wishing that she hadn't made it to the end, so that the Witch could still be living in her head.

So when the announcement that a book was made in honor of the Wicked Witch's life, Erica jumped to grab herself a copy. She read the entire book in two days, and utterly hated it. How could her strong, confident witch of a hero be like that? So utterly… un-wicked witch like. She even watched the play, hoping that it was different. And it was, but she didn't like that one either. Erica wished that they had just left it where it was, leaving the Wicked Witch as nothing more than that. Wicked. She had even decided to write a heart-filled letter to the author on her opinions on the story and why she hated it. But right as she was about to mail it, she got called away from her house. When she got back, her dog had chewed up the ten page essay and left it a slobbery mess on the ground. She thought about re-writing it, but then later decided just to stick the dog germed pile in an envelope with a piece of not-chewed paper reading simply 'This is what I think of your book, Wicked.' And mailed it off. She never got a reply.

It was because of her idolization of the Wicked Witch that in times of hardship for the heart surgeon, Erica would pop in her newly re-mastered D.V.D copy of The Wizard of Oz. She'd then curl up on her couch with a blanket pulled over her head and the lights completely out. Popcorn wasn't needed, in fact, she found it to be nasty and she never bothered with any other treats or snacks. They weren't needed to make this great movie any better.

So there she was, her old baby blue blanket wrapped snuggly around her, the hood she made with it dropping slightly in her eyes as she waited for her favorite part to come. She needed to see the Wicked Witch appear, to claim that she will have her way, and to disappear in smoke while everyone remained cowering. Because she was the one doing the cowering at the moment, when she should be confident. She had yelled at Callie, told her off good. She had it coming, really she did, yanking Erica's emotions like they were some toy she had just bought. And Erica let her. She let Callie get away with it because she truly felt something for the younger doctor. When Callie had told her that she had slept with Mark (twice), it was a kick in the gut. When she fled when Erica bared her soul about her seeing leaves, it was a slap in the face. And siding with Izzie Stevens of all people instead of her was a full blown shank to the heart.

And no matter how great of a Heart Surgeon she was, Erica Elizabeth Hahn couldn't operate on her own heart.

The movie played on and Erica wished that she was the Wicked Witch. That she could hop on her broom that was tucked safely in the closet and jump out her window with out the fear of falling. That she could fly away from this, away from everything that plagued her and hurt her. She even wished she was green, so people would have a reason to try and be nice to her, even if it was only to be polite.

The door bell rang, and Erica sighed. Pulling her blanket even tighter around herself, she tried to ignore it as it rang again. A moment passed in silence before ringing became angry knocking. Groaning in displeasure, Erica hoisted herself to her feet, keeping her blanket wrapped snug around her frame. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" She called out, annoyed as the banging continued. Not bothering to look at who it was, Erica threw open the door with an angry "What?!"

Her glare died as it met with teary chocolate brown eyes. Callie stood in her doorway, her hair disheveled and her clothes wrinkly, staring up at the icy heart surgeon with big, puffy, tear filled eyes. Callie opened her mouth to say something, but closed it quickly, before re-opening it to try again. "Erica…" She managed, her voice cracked from crying. She couldn't get anything else out as she toppled forward into the surprised doctor. That's when Erica smelled the strong hints of alcohol on the younger woman.

Dragging the now unconscious woman into her house, Erica wondered what the odds were if she grabbed her broom, straddled it and took a running jump out the open window that she'd make it to the other building safely.

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