When Reality Sets Back In 2/?
Into the Closet
Rating: T for mild language & innuendo?
Multiverse
Link to the first chapter: http://rr-of-da.livejournal.com/588.html#cutid1
Link to the story on ff.net: www.fanfiction.net/s/5893465/1/When_Reality_Sets_Back_In
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Finally pulling away from the kiss, which would have been defined as more of a peck had it not conveyed so much, Elphaba blinked several times and remarked, “well shit Glinda. This is one situation I could never be prepared for.”
“Well you did seem rather prepared, though I suppose you have always performed well under pressure.”
“The hopeless flirt, as always. Not that kind of pressure.” At this sarcastic comment Glinda finally gave notice to that she was pinning Elphaba down via her hair, and began to stand up.
“It’s not exactly as if you would know. After all, I only recall you being under this kind of pressure once before, if even that.”
“Obviously the situation warrents further experimentation,” Elphaba remarked as she tugged Glinda back down for an actual kiss, this time more than a peck and allowing their eyes to meet.
“How you come up with these lines I’ll never know. Did you ever think about going into politics? You seem to have a gift for speech.”
“The last Thropp that went into politics had a house dropped on her, and when I came close I had a bucket of water thrown on me, by a girl from Kansas no less. And besides that, I’m afraid you’re the only one who enjoys my manner of speaking. Very much though, by the appearance of things.”
Glinda’s face began to match her nightgown. “And you call me a hopless flirt! In any case, I wanted to apologize for part of your fear of politics and ask about the other.”
“My sweet silly girl, what could you possibly have to apologize for?”
“Well, Morrible didn’t exactly come up with the idea to target Nessa herself.”
“Oh please, I knew that. I was scrying on you two at the time. How do you think I knew to come to Nessa’s aid when I did? You suggested a civil method of capturing me after I stabbed you in the back, and Morrible twisted your suggestion into something only she could conceive of.”
“ELLPHHIIEEEEEE. You did not stab me in the back. I impaled myself, and I would, the klutz I am.”
“Speaking of klutzes, I do not believe you are the one who just hit their head on the ground after reading in a closet.”
“No, but I am the one who was busy fantasizing about meeting you when I fell of the balcony. What happened anyway? And speaking of what happened, how are you alive?”
“Well philosophers, scientists, and members of the clergy alike have debated that question for centuries. It took me all of two seconds to realize I had too much of a stake in this world to leave it.”
“So that’s it then? The secret to immortality is willpower?”
“Well no. See even if you managed to not die of a virus eventually your telomeres would run out, and unless your cells were cancerous they would just stop replicating and regenerating and die. But that’s beside the point. Adrenaline and steroids supress responses of the immune system, and as you know, my problems with water are an allergy, a hyper active immune system if you will.”
“So you just went and asked some athlete to borrow their steroids? You aren’t making much sense Elphie, your allergy to water was pretty bad.”
“Yes, this is true. But what I said about having too much of a stake in this world factors into it. See, in addition to a near death experience supressing my immune system, I am a rather magical being. Magic can be expressed through spells, but moreover it is a manifestation of the will of the weilder. As you may have seen at orientation, my not wanting the others to remove Nessa from my care manifested itself in bringing her back to me. Only when I was about to die, someone I cared about even more was in jeopardy. So you, combined with the adrenaline, saved me.”
Glinda stared into Elphaba’s eyes for a second, then realized once again that she was on top of her. She stood up, pulled Elphaba up by the arm, and pushed her on to the pink rectangle of fluff.
“I must say Glinda, even for you this seems rather forward.”
“Oh hush up Elphie, you hit your head and should be resting.”
“I seem to recall someone other than me passing out from exhaustion the other night.” With that, Elphaba raised an eyebrow, lifted one arm up and patted the bed beside her with the other.
Glinda half launched half floated into the space between Elphaba’s raised arm and her body, and rested her head on Elphie’s shoulder. Elphaba turned her head to rest on that of Glinda. With the amount of pillows on the bed, they were practically sitting up.
“So how did you figure all that out anyway?” Glinda mumbled.
“A year of people thinking you’re dead gives you a lot of down time. And there are a lot of abandoned libraries out there, especially the ones people think are haunted. But as I said, it took me all of two seconds to realize I had too much of a stake in the world to leave. The rest of it was simply an afterthought.”
“Oh Elphie, you didn’t…did you haunt the libraries?”
“Only one… it had a book I really needed! It was rather fun actually. You should try it sometime. All you need to do is be shunned by one of the most popular and corrupted people in Oz, make eveyone believe you’re dead, and then you’re good to go!”
Glinda giggled but made an attempt to roll her eyes. It was unsuccessful, which didn’t really matter since Elphie couldn’t see them anyway. “You still didn’t tell me what happened when I fell. Though my head may burst if I learn that much more today.”
Elphaba paused, repositioned her head to look into Glinda’s eyes and said, “I caught you.”
With that, the first real smile in a year spread across Glinda the Good’s face, and Elphaba returned it. Two exhausted souls grew back their energy rather quickly, but left their effects on two exhausted bodies nestled next to eachother, getting their energy back slowly in an unrivaled restful sleep on an unrivaled pink fluff.
A/N: Those of you reading for fluff may want to stop now, I intend to have a plot, which in most cases includes a conflict. This is just exposition. Necessary exposition. Adorable necessary exposition.
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