Tangles Of Pink Lace (Fanfic)
Glinda walked into the castle and Dorothy followed. She figured they would lay the ruby slippers in the middle of the large main room, then leave. But no. Glinda had other plans. She lead Dorothy up winding staircases and through myseterious, cobwebbed rooms, climbing higher and higher.
“Glinda, where are we going?” Dorothy asked when Glinda opened yet another door to lead them higher yet. But Glinda didn’t answer. She just forged onward and finally they reached their destination.
Dorothy recognized it with a shock. This was the room Elphaba had kept her in. Where she and Glinda had last met, though Dorothy didn’t understand anything that had happened between them.
“I’m sorry,” Glinda said. “This is kind of my tribute as well, and . . . This room is so much more personal for me. It–it has more meaning behind it, leaving the shoes here.”
“Yes . . .” Dorothy mindlessly agreed. Her sights had fallen on something else. “What’s that?”
“Hmm?” Glinda turned and looked. “Oh, my. I’ve never seen this here before.”
They both approached the strange, ornately designed, golden framed mirror. Glinda ran her hand over it. “Where did this come from? It’s gorgeous.”
“It’s new,” Dorothy noted, circling the mirror while Glinda started playing with her hair. “There’s no dust on it or anything. Glinda, don’t you find that strange?”
“What?” She was busy smiling at her reflection. But when Dorothy’s words sunk in, she furrowed her eyebrows. “Yes . . . that is rather strange.”
“This place is so run down, so old, this mirror should be cracked and broken, or at least be full of cobwebs and dust, just like the rest of the place. But . . . it’s like time can’t touch it.”
“I’ve never heard of a physical manifestation of something that can resist time. And I’ve never seen this before. I’m the only one left in Oz with any magical power, too.”
They looked at one another. “Could there be someone else rising up?” Dorothy asked.
“I’m not sure . . .”
“What if someone thought the wit– Elphaba . . . truly was evil and decided to follow in her footsteps?”
They turned back to the mirror, staring at it, puzzled by it’s existance.
*~*~*~*~*
“Fiyero, we have to go back. We can use the mirror, no one will see us.”
“Can you be sure of that?”
“Who’s going to be in that castle? Who could possibly see us? Chistery?” She gave a bitter laugh. “I couldn’t even teach her to speak properly. Just another thing I failed at.”
“Hey,” he said, catching her chin in his hand. “You saved two men’s lives. I don’t call that failure.”
“You shouldn’t have needed saving . . .” she murmured. “If it hadn’t been for me . . “
“If it hadn’t been for you, I’d never have known true love.”
“Oh, Fiyero . . .” She hugged him. When she stepped back, she said, “All right, now let’s go. We can go back, grab the cape, and be back here in fifteen minutes.”
“Why all the fuss for that cape? You know you had to leave it. It was the only thing that convinced Boq and the others that you were truly dead.”
“Smoke rising from the cape . . .” she said softly. “I know, but Glinda gave me that cape. And I owe it to her to keep it with me.”
“I know how uch you miss her, but–“
“Then just let me do this!” she snapped. Fiyero backed up a step and she was immediately apologetic. “I’m sorry. I just . . . I can’t leave Oz behind forever if I don’t have it. It’s hard enough knowing I can never go back there publicly. Please, Fiyero, I have to do this.”
The scarecrow sighed and brushed his burlap-like lips against her cheek. “All right. We’ll go. But we go through the mirror, get the cape and come right back through. Nothing stops us. Deal?”
Knowing it was the only way he would agree to help her, or let her go through with this at all, she nodded.
“All right. Let’s go.”
She conjured up a portal, sparkly purple and blue around the edges and black in the center. But just before she stepped in, she turned back. “I never did thank you.”
“Thank me? For what?”
“For helping lead that Kansas girl here. Glinda and I made up because of it. I never realized . . . And I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” Despite the straw, he still somehow managed to have a cheeky grin on his face.
She smirked at him, but said, “Yes. I thought . . . I thought you might abandon me. For her . . .”
He smiled and shook his head. “Never. Not so long as you’re mine.”
She smiled back, turned, and they stepped through the portal together.
*~*~*~*~*
As Dorothy and Glinda watched, the mirror began glowing blue and purple, shining rays of those colors into the room. Both their eyes widened as they backed up one step, then another. Before either could say a word, two people burst through the mirror, one dressed all in black, the other, looking gangly and wearing a farmer’s cap.
All four landed in a heap and Dorothy couldn’t help but laugh that for the seocnd time that day, she was in a tangle of limbs and pink lace.