A/N: Oh noes, the last drabbles! Here they are, Forever by oboefae and Insides by DefiGraviti. Stay tuned to be let in on a sekrit at the bottom!

Disclaimer: We do not own Wicked, but we've really enjoyed borrowing it and wish we didn't have to give it back

Forever

"I hate ceremonies," Elphaba muttered to her sister after their visitor walked away. "You know those people are only here to brown-nose father and catch a glimpse of us."

Nessa nodded. At ten years old, she didn't quite understand all of the politics that went on at a simple ball, but life with Elphaba was often easier if you just agreed with her, and she had noticed the way the Munchkins stared at them.

Still, though, she couldn't hate her father's ceremonies quite as much as her sister did. They were events, and they helped break up her otherwise uneventful life. And this was her favorite event of all, the annual Governor's Ball. All around her, stylish men danced with beautiful women, and she watched them hungrily. She longed to have that experience, just once, the proffered hand, the ready smile, and the few moments of absolute grace. She didn't know how it would ever work, but Nessa vowed then and there that if any man ever gave her that opportunity, she would love him forever.

Insides

Elphaba stared at the barely-visible square in the floor only briefly before Dorothy appeared at the top of the stairs. From there, she stood and watched almost impatiently as the inevitable unfolded before her. Tension made her jaw ache and anxiety knotted within her stomach, but finally she felt the gush of a waterfall over her head and the collapse of the floor under her feet.

It was like a cave. The thick wood muffled all sound and light of the chaos above her so that she was left with a dark, silent, and--dare she even say it?--peaceful world that was all her own. Despite the circumstances, she couldn't help but feel like she deserved this. She was just so tired.

So, for a short, wonderful moment, Elphaba pushed aside the haunting memory of Glinda's tear-stained face, closed her eyes, and rested.

"And there the wicked old Witch stayed for a good long time."

"And did she ever come out?"

"Not yet."

A/N: Thank you all for the reviews and the patience. You've made us better writers and brightened our days. Also...

We never realized how much we would miss this project until we were writing our last drabbles, but thankfully, this isn't the end of of our shared writing adventure. We're working on a new Wicked fic, this one an actual story, which will debut sometime in April.

Finally, we would like to thank all of our loyal reviewers. We would love to thank everyone specifically, but we just don't have the space. Thank you to phantomphan1992, in particular, for your continuous support over the past two years. Also, thank you to the lurkers. We are very familiar with the absence of time to comment regularly, and we appreciate your reading. Last but most certainly not least, we would like to thank EtoileBrillant, daydreaming readhead, and Luna Riven for their unyielding support and friendship, on and off the site.

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-DefiGraviti and oboefae