Fic: ‘What’s been left behind.’
Title: What’s been left behind.
Fandom: Wicked (stage musical).
Rating: (G)
Time Period: After the final scene with Elphaba & Fiyero.
Summary: After everything that’s been said and done, she knows how she will be remembered.
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q. or check this post for the definition).
After seeing Wicked, this unexpected piece of ‘fic was born. Elphaba was leaving the land where she’d grown up and she’d done so much, was feared and hated and I wondered: when she got to the border, what would she be thinking? Could she cross the line between the known and unknown without thinking about what she’d left behind?
Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Gregory Maguire (novel), Winnie Holzman (book) and Stephen Schwartz (music and lyrics); I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.
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Holding Fiyero’s hand before the border between Oz and that other land, she couldn’t help herself: she had to look back. She couldn’t help but think of what she’d left behind, of what she’d done.
So much loss. So much death. Yet, her friendship with Glinda had been renewed and she still wished she could have told Glinda that she was alive, that Fiyero was alive but she was, slowly, coming to understand why she couldn’t. Glinda had to move Oz forward, to heal it after what Madam Morrible and the Wizard had done.
She just wished everyone knew why she had done what had been done. That, behind it all, love had lain behind her actions. It had been love that had prompted her to save Boq and to make her sister be able to walk. It had been love that had saved Fiyero; desperate though her actions had been, it had been her love for him that had driven her. It was love that had given Nessa the ability to walk again; her sister’s words had struck her again and again, with the pain in them, until she could stand it no longer.
It perhaps had not been love that had prompted what had happened when it came to the animals but if it had not been love, it had been a sense of what was right: what had been done to the animals had not been right. To make them an enemy because of one man’s belief that what drew everyone together was a common enemy. That had been wrong. Poor Chistery. She had been duped and that, too, had pushed her over that edge from ambition to doing the right thing.
Maybe she could have done it differently. Maybe she could have …
No, she could not go there in her thoughts. There were too many avenues of ‘what if …?’ and ‘maybe if …?’ she could walk down. What had happened had happened, for better or the worse. Glinda was now in charge (she had heard the rumours while they travelled) and perhaps her friend could undo the damage that her grief, her sense of justice had done. She would be remembered as the Wicked Witch of the West and spend the rest of her days with her love.
Patiently, Fiyero held her hand and waited; she was leaving a life behind of actions and a friend. What was ahead, he didn’t know and he knew she didn’t. So much loss behind them and a new future ahead. His only hope was that they could live up to the promise of their new life.
Fandom: Wicked (stage musical).
Rating: (G)
Time Period: After the final scene with Elphaba & Fiyero.
Summary: After everything that’s been said and done, she knows how she will be remembered.
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q. or check this post for the definition).
After seeing Wicked, this unexpected piece of ‘fic was born. Elphaba was leaving the land where she’d grown up and she’d done so much, was feared and hated and I wondered: when she got to the border, what would she be thinking? Could she cross the line between the known and unknown without thinking about what she’d left behind?
Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Gregory Maguire (novel), Winnie Holzman (book) and Stephen Schwartz (music and lyrics); I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.
_______________________
Holding Fiyero’s hand before the border between Oz and that other land, she couldn’t help herself: she had to look back. She couldn’t help but think of what she’d left behind, of what she’d done.
So much loss. So much death. Yet, her friendship with Glinda had been renewed and she still wished she could have told Glinda that she was alive, that Fiyero was alive but she was, slowly, coming to understand why she couldn’t. Glinda had to move Oz forward, to heal it after what Madam Morrible and the Wizard had done.
She just wished everyone knew why she had done what had been done. That, behind it all, love had lain behind her actions. It had been love that had prompted her to save Boq and to make her sister be able to walk. It had been love that had saved Fiyero; desperate though her actions had been, it had been her love for him that had driven her. It was love that had given Nessa the ability to walk again; her sister’s words had struck her again and again, with the pain in them, until she could stand it no longer.
It perhaps had not been love that had prompted what had happened when it came to the animals but if it had not been love, it had been a sense of what was right: what had been done to the animals had not been right. To make them an enemy because of one man’s belief that what drew everyone together was a common enemy. That had been wrong. Poor Chistery. She had been duped and that, too, had pushed her over that edge from ambition to doing the right thing.
Maybe she could have done it differently. Maybe she could have …
No, she could not go there in her thoughts. There were too many avenues of ‘what if …?’ and ‘maybe if …?’ she could walk down. What had happened had happened, for better or the worse. Glinda was now in charge (she had heard the rumours while they travelled) and perhaps her friend could undo the damage that her grief, her sense of justice had done. She would be remembered as the Wicked Witch of the West and spend the rest of her days with her love.
Patiently, Fiyero held her hand and waited; she was leaving a life behind of actions and a friend. What was ahead, he didn’t know and he knew she didn’t. So much loss behind them and a new future ahead. His only hope was that they could live up to the promise of their new life.