General Wicked Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked or any of its characters.

Spoiler Alert: There is some discussion of the end of the musical.

Gelphie Disclamier: This story contains Gelphie (a.k.a. Elphaba and Glinda romance) If you don't like this kind of stuff then don't read.

Rating is M : There is harsh language, violence, and very intense Gelphie.

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Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Part 1: Mourning the Wicked

The sun was just pecking over the horizon when a chorus of voices could be heard singing, "No one mourns the Wicked!" The people of Oz sang out. It was the fifth anniversary of The Wicked Witch of the West's death and the people of Oz never seemed to get enough of that song. This day always haunted Glinda the Good though. Five years had passed since the Wicked Witch's demise, and still the pain had not left her. If anything the pain grew.

"Why must they always sing that accursed song?" Glinda thought to herself, as she heard someone passing by her room and then heading down the stairs. Glinda didn't have to see the person to know who it was. It was her husband, Sir Chuffery, leaving again early to do who knows what, and Glinda couldn't care less. She didn't love him. She only married him because Elphaba's death had effected her so badly that she felt like she had no other choice. They had both learned to do their own things. It was kind of like an unspoken rule between them, she did what she wanted and he did what he wanted. That didn't stop him, however from treating her more like an item or a piece of property than a human being. So she avoided him as much as possible.

Glinda had awaken early because she was scheduled to give a speech to the Ozians, so she took a bath, got dressed and started back towards her room to look over her speech notes as her servants prepared breakfast. Her room was stuffy, so Glinda opened her window to let the cool morning air fill her room. She then took out her notecards and began to look them over. After ten minutes of reading her notecards Glinda put them away and went to leave her room to go downstairs for breakfast. Glinda soon made it into the dinning hall and took a seat at the enormous table. Why one would have such a large table was beyond her. Then again Sir Chuffery never brought anything practical. To him anything expensive was worth having, no matter what is was.

"Good morning, your Goodness." One of her servants greeted, as she placed a plate in front of the blonde witch.

Glinda bowed her head in a silent thanks as she peered at the diverse breakfast foods that laid before her. Eggs, bacon, fruit, crackers, bagels, sausage, and muffins was littered on the plate. Glinda never ate all the food however. She would eat maybe two or three of the food items before her and then the servants would have what she didn't eat, this way nothing was wasted. Sir Chuffery wouldn't even dream of such things. He never hesitated to waste food. In his own mind it showed how much money he really had. Glinda would find it sickening that he did that when so many Ozians barley had enough food to feed themselves and their families.

"Are you prepared to give your speech today?" Another servant asked, his voice soft.

"For the most part." Glinda replied, as she wiped her mouth with her napkin. "I'm going to look over my notecards one last time before I leave."

After breakfast Glinda still had some extra time, so she took a walk outside in the garden. It was a very relaxing to take a stroll in the garden, for all around her were pink flowers. The pink color mixed in with the green stems always calmed her heart for the ample amount of green reminded her of Elphaba. The green stems were strong and held the pink flower up so it could shine and be admired. That's what Elphaba had done for her. Elphaba had lifted her up, and gave her confidence so Oz could see her true colors and beauty. The stem of the flowers never got any credit for the things it had done, but it did it none the less. It would do anything for the flower it held up. Elphaba was like the green stems of the plant. Always strong, always loyal, and brave even up to the end. The pleasant smell mixed with the pink and green colors was one of the only things keeping Glinda from falling apart completely.

In the garden there was also a small bench where Glinda would sit and always say a prayer for Elphaba. She would spend at least one minute to pray, and it wasn't unusual for her to start to cry. How many tears had she shed over Elphaba's death? She would never know the answer to that question. Too many to count was the best way to put it. After saying a five minute prayer Glinda headed out of the garden and back up to her room to review again for her up coming speech that day.

As Glinda entered her room and closed her door a strange feeling came over her. She couldn't put her finger on it but something seemed different. Her eyes scanned the room before walking fully inside. She quickly found her notes and started to review them. After nearly knowing her speech by heart Glinda soon heard her grandfather clock chime. It signaled that she had to leave now. She put away her notecards and headed towards the door. Suddenly however as she just got to the door an unknown figure sneaked up behind Glinda and grabbed her and placed a hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming. Glinda struggled against the grip and tried to get a look at who her captor was but the way the unknown figure had a hold on her it was impossible. Also Glinda's captor was wrapped in dark attire and had on black gloves to hide their identity in case the blonde witch somehow broke free.

"Good morning, your Goodness." The figure said before starting to whisper a chant into Glinda's ear. "PEELS, PEELS, ESOLC RUOY SEYES, PEELS." After the chant was spoken Glinda fell limp in her captor's arms. The captor then picked the blonde witch up and quietly exited the room.