Is any of this mine? Not so much. Heck even the tiny text is a blatant thievery from Vampire Cookie's brilliant 'The Narrative Strain' and general prompting is from the comments section on one of her chapters. She began it as we discussed what elphaba would write if she were a fic writer. i took it from there in a 2nd comment!fic that sucked all the original humor out and and now i find myself up way too late at night posting a 3rd piece as its own post b/c it is too big to fit as a comment. le sigh.
Be kind w/ any comments, i write code for wordpress themes, not fiction. And if it sucks royally then it is vampire cookies' fault!
rating = pg/13... whichever is the tamer one. and really only for the stolen bits! evil laugh...
Elphaba’s scent lingered faintly in the air, though she had left the room several minutes earlier. Glinda resolved to let another several minutes pass to be sure that she was well and truly gone. The green girl had the tendency to disappear for hours at a time and not just when she was in classes. Extra time in various labs doing who knew what. Voluntarily. Glinda shuddered at the thought. And of course time seemed to just slip away from Elphaba completely in the library. If the librarians did not kick her out at closing time, Glinda thought for sure she’d die in there from forgetting to eat. That thought brought a pang of guilt for the time when Galinda had fervently hoped that might actually happen, but as quickly as it had come, she shook it off again. No matter. That is over and done with and so is that girl.
But Glinda wanted to be sure that she was gone… that nothing had been forgotten at the bottom of the stair, nor at the end of the path leading from Crage Hall to Shiz’s main quad that might be remembered and bring Elphaba back into their room. Oh no, that could not be allowed. When she certain that Elphaba would not be returning she launched herself out of bed, locked the door and barred it with her desk chair propped under the handle. She wasn’t entirely sure that was effective, but she’d seen it done in the theater a few times. She wasn’t sure how she’d explain it either. Details!
She’d already looked through the few spare book offerings on her own desk, and while she knew ‘hiding in plain sight’ had a certain amount of appeal that wasn’t the case this time. She also quickly rifled through the contents of her desk drawers but found only the myriad shades of nail polish that she’d expected to find. And so Glinda turned her attention to Elphaba’s desk. This was less likely now, but one never really knew. Metaphysical Adapations of Animals. Evolution of Consciousness. A Primer on Munchkin History Since the Uprising. And for variety’s sake, Interpretations of the Kumbric Witch in Modern Art. The titles alone made Glinda yawn. There were several untitled volumes and though she was sure that none were the volume she was seeking she pulled them out and rifled through them to confirm they contained only chemical diagrams and mathematical equations.
She checked Elphaba’s desk drawers, both their wardrobes, the windowsill, the one shelf, the bathroom, under each girls’ pillows, behind aged, but beloved Mr. Beasley. Under her own bed she only found a fair number of shoes being attacked by some goodly sized balls of dust. And under Elphaba’s another slew of tomes of questionable interest, but not at all the one that she was actually interested in finding. She sat back down on her bed in disgust. It should not be this difficult! It is a dormitory after all. There is not that much space. She tapped her foot. She chewed her lip. She brooded. She stood. She paced. She brooded some more.
And then her eyes fell upon her bed. Fiend! She launched herself from her perch and spun around. It was ironic, which meant it was perfect for Elphaba. She lifted the mattress she’d just been sitting on to reveal a small, blue-leather-bound journal filled with Elphaba’s cramped, changeable and as often as not, virtually illegible, script. Glinda let the mattress fall back to its normal position and retook her place seated atop it. She leafed through the beginning pages, tempted to revisit them. After. At the moment, she was too eager to throw herself into the newest chapter. And she knew there was one waiting for her. The journal would not have been left where it had otherwise. She flipped to the fresher looking pages. Was she the one making the earlier pages look so worn? Should have been more cafeful of that. She turned her attention back from the physical state of the journal to its contents.
"Drink this," said Elphaba firmly as she uncapped the bottle and placed it in Glinda's hand.
Glinda looked down at the strange milky substance, then glanced back up at her companion. "The cure?"
"There's only one way to find out.”
Glinda eagerly read on, devouring the next few paragraphs.
Glinda placed the ghost of a kiss where her fingers had left. Her lips touched Elphaba's with the slightest pressure and warmly in their intent. It was only a moment, too delicate to be realized, but its intensity was enough to burn her. She was unprepared for the temperate contact, and it stole the breath right out of her.
Glinda quickly slammed the journal closed while sitting up to attention and flushing the brightest shade of pink possible. She let out the breath she’d been holding and hoped it did something to bring her color back to normal. After a few more steadying breaths the left corner of her mouth pulled slowly upwards into a devilish, crooked smile. Stacking her pillows carefully, she curled up comfortably against them and opened the journal to where she’d abruptly left off; settling in to finish the chapter that had been left for her.