Wheeeeeeeeee school starts tomorrow. Wow. It's 12 am, and i have to get up at 6. and i intend on starting the next chapter too. Enjoy. I don't own wicked.

Elphaba

As each day flew by, Elphaba became more and more convinced she was going to die alone in this prison cell. Every single day, the wizard sent one of his guards down to try and convince her again to take the blame for Dillamond's death in return for a great reward, but as the temptation grew stronger, so did her forcible "no".

Although the Wizard had food sent down to her, she ate very little. Her appetite was not very big to begin with, but she could feel herself slimming down more than ever before. It was hard for her to find comfortable ways to sit, seeing as there was no fat on her body to cushion her bones from the cold stone wall.

Aside from these great physical pains, there was the pain of missing love. Fiyero, Glinda, Boq, and especially Dr. Dillamond were all separate pains stabbing right through her heart, more painful than the worst pang of hunger.

It was completely dark in the cell other than a few torches on the wall, there was however absolutely no daylight allowed in the room. Since she had no idea when to sleep and when not to, she slept whenever she was tired, or bored… which was often. She kept track of the days by counting each time a guard came to persuade her to take the rap for the Wizard.

It had been five days…

…and it felt like five-hundred.

She should have never told Fiyero to let the guards just take her. There was no hope now. The highest order in Oz was the Wizard. There was no one who could request her release aside from him, and apparently, he was not going to do so at any time in the future.

She wondered if Fiyero and Glinda missed her, or thought about her. She wondered if Glinda was in fact pregnant. She wondered about everything she may have missed: news, gossip, etcetera…

Relax, she thought to herself, it hasn't been even one week. The world doesn't change in a week.

She never usually had thoughts like this. She knew why though, it was the fact that she was left to her own mind. There was nothing else to think about. Everything possibly had crossed her mind.

So, she thought, it was, after all, possible for a person to go crazy when left alone for an extended period of time.

She sat up against the bars, hugging her knees. This madness must stop, she thought, as she rubbed her temples.

"Fiyero, where are you?"

Glinda

She woke feeling extremely nauseous. When she opened her eyes, she saw Boq's face, peaceful with slumber. He was out cold, his body gently rocking to the sway of the carriage. She looked over at Fiyero, who was in exactly the same state. The nausea and dizziness was hitting her like a brick wall, as the need to sit up became greater. She sat up quickly, which proved to be a bad idea, since she grew outrageously dizzy and proceeded to just slide off her seat onto the floor.

Boq woke with a start. "Glinda?"

She didn't answer. She was afraid if she opened her mouth, she would vomit.

"What are you doing on the floor?" he said with a chuckle.

When she didn't answer again, she could feel him tense up. In a half of a second, he was on the floor next to her, feeling her cheeks and forehead.

"What's wrong Glinda?" he said softly as he looked her directly in the eyes. When she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, he figured it out. He put his hand on her back and rubbed in small circles to try and calm her. "It's morning isn't it," he said looking at his watch.

Glinda looked back up at him with weary eyes as told her it was three in the morning. The trip was to be almost exactly twenty-four hours, and they were only two-thirds of the way through.

She gripped Boq's hand tightly as another wave of nausea came through.

"Glinda, do you want to stop?" he asked quietly, "I could ask the driver to stop just so you could get to a bathroom, maybe get some water or something."

She still hadn't dared to open her mouth, but as tears wetted her eyes from trying to hold back vomit, she nodded quickly.

Boq placed a quick kiss on her clammy forehead as he stuck his head out of the window to talk to the driver.

After a bit of convincing and palm greasing from Boq, the driver agreed to stop at a motel for a few minutes to let Glinda recoup.

After she emptied her stomach a few times, she splashed water onto her face as she looked into the mirror.

"Look at me," she said disgusted, "I look terrible. Disgusting."

For the third time in the last minute, Boq knocked on the door. "Glinda? Are you all right in there?"

"Boq, why don't you just come in?"

There was a short silence. "I can't come in Glinda, it's a ladies room."

"Oh for Lurline's sake Boq, it's a one-person bathroom, it doesn't matter!"

He poked his head in slowly looking concerned and quickly closed the door behind him. "Uh, Glinda, listen. We have at least six more hours before we get to my house. Do you think you'll be okay until then?"

Glinda picked up her pocketbook and slung it over her shoulder, quickly fixing a strand of hair. "I have no idea."

"Well can't you at least-"

"Boq!" There was a short silence, for this outburst took both of them quite by surprise. "I have no idea. It comes and goes. If I have to I'll stick my head out the window." She said this sarcastically, with a fake smile, and as she left the room, she heard Boq mumble something about women.

After all Boq and Fiyero's bags were unloaded from the carriage into a second carriage, Boq and Glinda had a few moments to say goodbye.

"Are you going to be okay the rest of the way home?"

She thought about how to answer this. She didn't want to give too much away without directly lying to him. "I'll be fine on my journey thank you Boq." She stood on her toes to give him a quick kiss on the cheek, and then quickly walked over to give Fiyero a hug.

As she climbed into her carriage, she watched Fiyero and Boq climb into theirs and drive away towards the northeast.

She poked her head out of the carriage and looked up at the driver.

"Driver?"

"Yes mademoiselle?"

"Follow them."