A/N; Here's the next, long-awaited chapter! Enjoy! Sorry it took SO long. I had a play last night, as well as Passover tonight with friends.

I am very sorry that this is so short, but when you get to the end of the chapter you will see why I had to stop it where I did.

DISCLAIMER; I own absolutely nothing sob

Previously….

Blue eyes of the snow white girl met the brown ones of the green girl. Both stood staring for what seemed like the longest time, until Glinda broke the silence.

"Elphie?"

Elphaba let out a squeak and started to back away, her feet a tangled mess as she tripped and fell to the ground, hitting her head painfully on the doorframe. "Oooh," she moaned softly, closing her eyes. Her chest expanded painfully, and her face was furrowed in pain.

"Elphie!" Glinda cried, kneeling down to her side. She felt her head and examined a slight bruise. She helped the poor green girl up and shook her head with a slight smile on her face. "Same old clumsy Elphie," she murmured, memories flooding her brain…

Elphaba had just walked into their dorm room carrying her school books. Galinda was sitting on her bed painting her toenails light pink. Elphaba glanced over at Galinda's toe and asked, "Wait, didn't you paint your nails that color last week?"

Galinda shook her head and smiled. "No, Elphie, last week I painted my nails bright pink to match my new dress. This color is light pink. It matches my new hat." She replied, her words slow as it she was explaining something to a young child.

Elphaba caught a hint of amusement in Galinda's voice and she sighed. Now her mind was distracted as she tried to figure out the difference between bright pink and light pink. She walked forward and tripped on the suitcase that was leaning against the backboard of her bed. She went crashing down, and her books scattered everywhere.

"Elphie, dear, you really should look where you're going," Galinda informed her as she continued to polish her toes. Elphaba gave a disgruntled sigh, stood up, and began to gather her books and papers.

Elphaba leaned on the Good Witch's side and wrapped and arm around her shoulder for support. Glinda lead her to a bed that was covered in a bright pink, sparkly duvet. Elphaba sat down and winced, her right hip pulsing with pain. When she had fallen, her hip had hit the doorframe with a loud thump. She didn't think her hip bone was broken, but it sure felt like it!

"Elphie, are you okay?" Glinda asked, standing in front of her. She pushed back the dark cloak Elphaba was wearing, to reveal a black shirt and a black skirt. Glinda's fingers slipped inside the side of the fabric of the skirt and pulled it down a bit. Elphaba's right hip was slightly swollen and red.

"That doesn't look good," she mused and gently touched Elphaba's hip. The wicked witch winced and almost jumped away, but thought better of it. Glinda was only trying to help.

Elphaba relaxed slightly against the plush feathered pillows on the bed as Glinda walked to her dresser. The dresser was, of course, engraved in gold. Glinda rummaged through a few drawers, before shutting them and walking to her bookshelf. There, lying in plain sight on the third shelf was the Grimmerie. The book looked so old and frail, it seemed like it would crumble up into a pile of decaying paper if one were to touch it. She picked it up and started flipping through the aged, worn out pages, sneezing when a cloud of dust met her nose.

She returned to her bed, not noticing the extremely surprised look on Elphaba's face. She had somehow forgotten all about the Grimmerie upon meeting Glinda. She glanced over the blonde's shoulder and saw her manicured nail pointing on a spell for healing. Glinda murmured a few words in a strange, yet familiar language and pressed the palm of her hand against the burning green hip. Slowly the redness and the swelling faded, until nothing was there to show of any injury.

"Thank you," Elphaba replied softly, her eyes glued to the book. Its dark green binder was visible as Glinda shut the book and put it back on the shelf. Glinda turned around and finally noticed Elphaba's interest in the book.

"What, did you want this?" She asked, pointing to the book. Elphaba nodded, and Glinda gingerly picked it up once more and walked back to the bed. She sat down and was about to hand the witch the book, before hesitating.

"Why do you want it?" She questioned curiously.

"Well, it's a long story…" Elphaba murmured.

"You see, a few weeks ago Fiyero started—" She began, before being interrupted by Glinda.

"Fiyero, Winkie Prince, scarecrow, him?" She asked, flabbergasted. When Fiyero had disappeared after being turned into the Scarecrow, Glinda wished nothing more than to find him. Her heart belonged to him and no one else. Never had a day gone by when she didn't think of him. And now, to find out that her best friend was alive, and to find out that her love was alive, and that they were living together, was such a shock that she remained silent. All the while, questions were jumping around in her mind, begging to be asked.

Elphaba nodded, and continued. "Dorothy poured the water on me, but I fell through a trap door that Fiyero had constructed earlier. We escaped, and have been living happily these past few years, but as I started to say before, a few weeks ago he's been growing stiff. At first we thought it would go away, but…" She paused and took a deep breath

"Lately, he's just been getting stiffer and stiffer, and not as aware. He seems to be blanking out sometimes, either that or he just sits outside for hours, yelling at the crows. I don't know what to do—I think he's turning into a real scarecrow."

Glinda looked at Elphaba, her eyes wide and afraid. "A real scarecrow? No, not Fiyero! Remember, I put that spell on him so he would always remain partly human?" She replied, her voice shaky.

Elphaba nodded grimly. "He told me about that. But I suspect it's wearing off. And you can't use the same spell twice. That's why I came… To take the Grimmerie and read a spell, to save him." She said quietly, her voice low.

Glinda suddenly understood, and with tears in her eyes, she solemnly handed Elphaba the book. Elphaba took it, and carefully flipped through the pages. She put her finger down on the page once she had found the spell she wanted.

"Hmm, doesn't seem too hard. Some rosemary, hot water, a pinch of sugar, a strand of his hair…" She murmured as she read the needed ingredients. It was strange how such a different language could come so easily to her, since she hadn't read it in many years.

Glinda was nodding along, her eyes skimming down the page. Her heart nearly stopped as she read the final ingredient.

"Elphie, Elphie…" she whispered in shock, as her pointed at the word her eyes were glued to. Elphaba's eyes found Glinda's finger and she read the word. Her breath hitched in her throat, and when she finally exhaled it came out as more of a cough.

"But—but—it's not serious… Is it?" Elphaba asked, her deep brown eyes wide with disbelief. She had to be mistranslating the words, because what the book said just didn't make sense! In fact, it was because it made perfect sense was why it was so confusing.

"No, Elphie-dear, it's serious." Glinda replied, biting her lower lip. "If we wish to bring him back to life, then we need to see the Wizard. We need to get Fiyero a brain."

A/N; Ooh, I just love cliff-hangers, don't you? I am very sorry this took so long to come out—I had play rehearsals every day of last week, but the play is over D I am never doing another Shakespeare play in my life, honestly. It's very hard to work with kids younger than you who can't act, all-the-while trying to do Shakespeare. Just wish you never have to go through it.

Anyway, no promises when the next chapter comes, but I'll try to get it out as soon as possible. Sit tight, loves!