Happy Halloween To All, And To All A Good Fright!

AN/ This is more based on Glinda. Final chapter!

As Glinda made her way through the Ozians to the Scarecrow and Fae, a million thoughts ran through her head. Why was the Tin Man making a fuss out of this? And how could he know who this was?

She tried to recall her days at Shiz but she could not remember anyone with tin for a body. So how was it that he knew that Fae was Elphaba?

Glinda had caught on from the moment she started to talk to her, she wasn't as dumb as she looked. She stared at her best friend, who had gone frozen with shock and fear. Glinda knew that she had to do something.

"Citizens of Oz, the Wicked Witch of The West has been- dead- for seven years. I honestly do not think that this woman is her!" she declared, smiling at the crowd and placing one hand of Elphaba's shoulder.

"And besides, this is a Halloween party! As Dorothy said we are all supposed to dress up as closely as we can to the people who inspired our costumes. I think we have a winner right here!"

She smiled at Elphaba, and the Witch gave her an uneasy smile back.

"No!" shouted the Tin Man furiously, "I want her in jail! I want her dead! It was always those two, always those two Thropp sisters! They both made my life miserable. It was Nessa's fault that she imprisioned Munchkinland and me, and it was Elphaba's fault that I am now this!" He gestured towards his tin body.

The whole room froze.

Glinda's breath caught in her chest. The Tin Man had called her Elphaba. He had also said Thropp sisters, and Nessa.

"Boq," said Elphaba in an even tone, " Don't make a fool of yourself. Nessa lied to you. I saved your life. I-"

"You both lied! That's all you ever did!" he said pointing at her.

Glinda gasped in shock. She hadn't known that the Tin Man was Boq. Then it all came together, the Cowardly Lion was the lion cub from Shiz, Boq was the Tin Man, and the Scarecrow…

That puzzled her. Who was the Scarecrow?

"Come on," whispered the Scarecrow to Elphaba, "Let's go, let's go!"

The familiar words rang a bell in Glinda's mind. Fiyero had said those words to-

Fiyero.

That's who the Scarecrow was.

No knowing that, Glinda struggled to maintain her urge to cry because she had finally found her two best friends.

"Fellow Ozians," said a cracked voice, and Glinda realized that it was her own, "Please stop. This is all ridiculous! Let's just all go back to the party and forget about this absurd claim."

At this she had a few Gale Force guards come and take Boq away. Glinda watched with little regret in her heart as they dragged him away.

The Ozians soon resumed back into the party and the music began to play again.

Elphaba caught Glinda's arm as she turned away and squeezed it tightly.

"Thank you Glinda. I always knew you had it in you."

Glinda turned and stared at her, the blonde curls she was so famous for shimmering in the light.

"Why now?" was all she could ask.

"Think of it as a Halloween treat, my sweet," said Elphaba as she kissed Glinda on the cheek goodbye.

The Scarecrow-Fiyero came forward and kissed her on the cheek as well.

"Don't look so upset Glin. There's always next Halloween!" he said with a grin.

She gave him a watery smile.

"You're leaving now?"

"Yes," answered Elphaba, "I think we've caused enough commotions for one night."

Glinda's smile kept quivering, and Elphaba hugged her tightly.

"Take care of yourself Glinda, you now know where to find us," she said softly.

Glinda hugged her back and watched as the Scarecrow and the Wicked Witch disappeared from the party and soon she was alone.

She retreated from the party, and went to the grave that she had made for Elphaba and Fiyero when she found out that both of them had died. For seven years she had grieved here, wishing for some sign something that Elphaba and Fiyero were alive.

As she entered the little garden with it's luscious bushes and roses, she sat down next to two marble headstones. One for Elphaba and one for Fiyero.

Glinda smiled for the first time in years, a real true smile. Her two best friends were still alive and that's all she had ever wanted.

Maybe this holiday wasn't as stupid as Glinda thought it would be. After all she had gotten her Halloween treat.

She looked up into the night sky, with the blinding full moon and could have sworn she saw two people flying on a broomstick.

It was like the saying that Dorothy had said to her after she had melted Elphaba.

Glinda remembered it well.

And there the Wicked Old Witch stayed for a very long time.

Did she ever come out?

Not yet.

THE END

Happy Halloween!