[FIC] In the Dark of the Night, Wicked musical, Elphaba/Glinda, G

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Title: In the Dark of the Night
Fandom: Wicked (musicalverse)
Pairing: Elphaba/Glinda
Notes: For June Fic-a-Day
Requested by ally_moony here (previously filled)

It wasn't that she had doubts about what she'd chosen, or that she was second-guessing herself. Her choice had been the right one, she'd known it as soon as the Wizard revealed the monkey spies he'd tricked her into creating and had only grown more sure when he'd been so quick to dub her 'wicked' when he realized he had no chance of coercing her to his side, and she would never let herself doubt that.

She hadn't thought she'd ever regret the people she'd left behind either. Her father had never wanted her. Nessa had been blossoming since starting school at Shiz, and she had to believe that she didn't need her any more. Fiyero... well, one afternoon spent rescuing a Lion was hardly enough for them to even count each other as friends, whatever her imagination might come up with. And Glinda had made her own choice.

She was proven otherwise in only hours. Not with most of them. Really, only with one, but she was still wrong.

She had stopped to sleep that first night after flying away from the Emerald City in the hayloft of an abandoned barn. It wasn't the most comfortable bed in the world, soft enough but with the prickling ends of the hay digging into her skin and unhappy insects that made it their home biting at her, but everything that had happened that day had left her so exhausted that she fell asleep almost immediately.

It was the middle of the night when she woke up again, to the sound of a wolf, or maybe a Wolf, howling off in the distance. The sound was so foreign after how long she'd spent in 'civilized' Shiz that it startled her immediately awake. "Glinda," she whispered, stretching her arm out in the night towards where her mind told her Glinda's bed should be, close enough that they could join hands with little effort, "did you hear that?"

It was only when no hand found hers, no light-voiced whisper filled the night, when there was no silly girl getting frightened by silly noises in the night which would make Elphaba feel reassured by having to be the level-headed one offering her reassurance, that she remembered what had happened. And suddenly her heart felt like somebody had grabbed her heart with both hands and squeezed it as tightly as they could, their fingernails tearing into its meat.

She'd likely never see Glinda again. It fully sunk into her mind for the first time at that silence in the night. She never have to put up with her going on about which colors would go best with Elphaba's skin tone, or trying to convince her to let her do her hair ("It really is lovely, Elphie dear, I don't know why you won't let me do something nice with it."). She'd never chatter on and on about tedious gossip.

She'd never again look at Elphaba like she'd learn to see straight past the green and liked what she'd found beneath it.

And all at once Elphaba missed her fiercely, and with more force that she would have thought possible. She shouldn't. She knew she shouldn't. Glinda had made her choice. She'd made her choice.

Elphaba just wished that she'd tried harder to change her mind.