<--Winner of We Want This Back! 2008

Loveless



Chapter 1: A New Beginning

Dear old Shiz...

Nessa shivered in anticipation as her father wheeled her closer to the large building in front of her. Granted, she had wanted to wheel there of her own power... but he had insisted, and, eh, why not? Would probably save time.

Ahead of her walked her sister, already fifty feet ahead and almost at the door. She, too, saw Shiz as a new beginning - to break out of her stereotype of being "just a green girl", of hopefully being able to do some good for the world.

Nessa doubted it would happen. Elphaba was just too easily offended!

Here, though... her father wouldn't be here to coddle her, and she had gotten a promise from Elphaba that she wouldn't interfere in her life. She planned to be a new woman!

Memories came flooding back to her absently as her father pushed her towards the doors, Elphaba disappearing inside...

Elphaba smiled at her. "Come on, Nessa, I know you can do it!"

She shook her head vigorously. "No! I'm not strong enough, Phaba!"

"Come on! If I could learn how to ride a bike, you can learn how to push your wheelchair, Nessa." Elphaba crossed her arms. "Come on, I know you can do it!"

'Yeah, just like I can ride a bike,' Nessa thought bitterly.

"FIne, whatever, I'll try. But if I mess up and Father finds out-"

"Well, I don't plan on telling him, do you?"

"No, but-"

"You'll never know until you try!"

Nessa frowned and placed her hands on her wheels. "I don't know, Phaba..."

"Come on!"

Biting her lip nervously, she pushed on the wheels - and slowly began moving forward.

"Look, Phaba, I'm doing it!"

"There you go, Nessa! Keep going! We're only a few steps from the house - imagine how proud Father will be at seeing you wheel in on your own!"

Nessa caught the unspoken thought - and how proud he'd be of Elphaba for teaching her.

Elphaba ran ahead of her and pushed open the door. "In ya go, Nessa!"

"Elphaba? What are you talking about? Di-Nessa!"

Nessa wheeled in a little harder, experimentally putting her hands lightly on the wheel. It slowed it down.

"Look, Father, look what Phaba taught me!"

"Oh, my precious little girl is growing up! Perhaps we shall go out for icecream later?"

"Oh, Father, that would be wonderful!" WIth a proud grin, Nessa managed to aim the wheelchair towards her room. This was getting easier. As she wheeled away, the conversation behind her echoed in her ears.

"Aren't you proud of her, Father?"

"Yes, but you should know better than to let your sister do something dangerous like that! What if she had fallen or the wheelchair had gone out of control?"

"I was right next to her the whole time..."

Nessa snapped out of it as her father pushed open the doors. Rather abruptly, she realized the only voice coming from the room was Elphaba's...






||First solo fanfic, reviews loved! BTW, it's up to Ash to remind me to update... so if I don't... blame her. XD||

Hahaha, how long has it been since Which is Witch OR The Bottle were updated? I don't think I'm a shining example of updating, so we'll see how that goes......

But I like it Nicole, and I'm certainly intrigued! Keep it up!

You do WiW with Mikayla, you have a reason for not updating... XD

I'd offer to remind you, nicole, but my track record on updating currently isn't the best... and just so you know, I can't wait to read more..

Well this may not be updated for a long, long time, so I'll just say I like it. It was short too, so in case it take you way too logn to update, I won't have to go back and reread a novel to jog my memory.

Haha. How about for every time I update IME, I have to update this? XD

And thanks for the positivity. ^^

And I know it's short... I just wanted to get it started.

Deal.

Chapter 2: Sore Wounds and Jeweled Shoes

"No, I didn't eat grass as a child-"

"Elphaba!" Her father's voice caused Elphaba to flinch, whirling about.

Nessa's eyes widened as Elphaba gestured dramatically towards her. "This is my younger sister, Nessarose."

'She makes sister sound like.. a curseword,' thought Nessa, staring at her sister as one of her hands instinctively reached down to hold the wheel of her wheelchair still. Elphaba twirled back to face the group of students, blue skirts flying around her ankles in a flurry of color.

"As you can see, she's a perfectly normal color-"

"ELPHABA!" Pushing off of the wheelchair – if Nessa hadn’t been holding it still, it would have gone flying – her father walked towards her emerald sister, eyes angerified. She couldn’t help but notice how his bald head shone in the light, or the package he held in his hand.

Package? Where had that come from?

“Stop making a spectacle of yourself!”

Nessa’s dark hair falling in a curtain around her face, regardless of the headband. Why couldn't Elphaba just pretend to be normal? Everything would be so much easier that way. But no, she had to go brand herself as a freak, something to be made fun of – and brand Nessa in the process.

Elphaba, embarrassed by the attentions (if you could call yelling at her attentions) of her father, she turned from the group, walking so she stood behind Nessa’s wheelchair. Frex turned to follow her, placing a hand he meant to be reassuring on Nessa’s shoulder as he walked by her chair. Instead of making her feel better, though, it just annoyed her. Why couldn’t he just leave and let her start a new life, instead of helping Elphaba brand her?

“Remember I sent you to this school for one reason and one reas-“

As her father and her sister talked, Nessa turned her head to watch those who had congregated and seemingly already befriended each other in their newfound hatred of her green sister. Despite what her sister would say – that she didn’t need them – she wanted to talk to them, be friends with them, almost more than anything else in the world. But this stupid chair…

“I know. To look after Nessa.”

Nessa had almost gotten up the nerve to wheel towards them and introduce herself properly when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw her father turn in a flash of his red cloak.

“My precious little girl.” Nessa turned her head to look at her father, hands still resting at her sides. Couldn’t he just leave already?

“A parting gift from me.”

”Father.” It was a strain to cover the note of irritation in her voice, but she hoped it came across as happy as she flashed a smile at him – the same smile she had been flashing the people of Munchkinland since she was old enough to go out with and wal… wheel about with Frex.

Getting down on one knee, rather like a proposal, she watched her father crack open the case in his hands, and Nessa gasped, reaching out to snatch what was inside.

“Jeweled shoes!” Holding them up the light, she watched them sparkle, shimmering like something out of a fairy tale. If there was one weakness in her armor – besides the never ending attentions of her sister and father – it was her love of material items .

And these were a pair of shoes worthy of the great Oz himself!

“They befit the future governor of Munchkin land.” Turning back to her father, Nessa gave him a genuine smile this time as he pushed back her hair.

For the moment, with these shoes in her hand, she felt… invincible.

lurved it Nicole. can't wait for more.

I now has a warm fuzzy feeling inside. People like it. ^^"

oo, though i know this fic isn't going to have any fiyeraba in it (at least...i doubt it?), i already love it xD can't wait for more!

Now let's not be too hasty. Granted there probably wouldn't be gobs of fiyeraba, but Nessa knew her sister was in love with Fiyero, so maybe. Perhaps? Sure hope so?

There's implied fluff and the fluff Nessa sees in her own mind...

nicoleeeeeeeeeee, i'm waiting for an update!!

and haha, when i saw wicked a few hours ago, i was totally thinking about how nessa was annoyed by her father's presence right after dos xD

Chapter 3: Pity In Her Eyes

The moment of triumph over the world only lasted a moment as it once again hit Nessa that she could never really parade them around… just sit them on a stand to grow dusty. Well, she would polish them every day until they shone and she would prove to everybody that just because she couldn’t walk didn’t mean she couldn’t care for the shoes like she could! She’d-

“Elphaba!” The sound of her father’s voice, harsh and cruel suddenly – like it always was when talking to Elphaba – snapped her out of her own pep talk. She swung her head about, clutching her shoes to her chest, and watched as her father shoved the case into Elphaba’s stomach. “Look after your sister.”

Elphaba, wincing in pain, nodded and Nessa quickly glanced down at the shoes as her father turned back towards her, smoothing back her hair once more. Why couldn’t he just leave her hair alone?

Feeling the brush of his lips against her hair, she closed her eyes in irritation, focusing on the shoes. Her shoes. Her beautiful jeweled shoes. Her father would be leaving soon, and it would be her and her new life and her new gorgeous jeweled shoes.

Feeling him pull away, she opened her eyes again, turning her head slightly to see her father face Elphaba. Her green sister was clutching the leather bag to her stomach as if it would protect her from her father’s glares and cold demeanor.

”And Elphaba?”

The spark of hope lit up her sister’s eye, and Nessa glanced at her father, hoping that, for once, he had gotten something for Elphaba too.

“Look after your sister.”

Nessa winced at the coolness of her father’s words as he strode towards the door, and she looked towards her sister. The gleam of hurt could be seen in her eyes as she looked down, and Nessa knew she was trying to shake it off. Sometimes, she knew her sister too well. Maybe…

“Elphaba, perha-“

“What could he get me? I clash with everything.”

Nessa could only watch as her sister gave a light hearted shrug, taking a deep breath and handing Nessa the case with the shoes. Now that she saw it, she saw that her name was engraved beautifully on top, but the case didn’t seem to matter anymore. Her sister was hurting.

And when she turned away, Nessarose knew Elphaba had seen the pity in her eyes.



||Sorry, it's shorter than what I wanted. XD

And props to Tiana for bugging me to update! Enjoy your banner. ||

aww i've never felt this bad for elphaba! good update and amazing descriptions of her emotions!! can't wait for more! (and hopefully it will be longer next time xD)

Awww, poor Elphie.....and poor Nessa too really, but poor Elphie Hope to see more soon

Chapter 4: Big Butts And Ugly Glasses

“Welcome, welcome, new students!” An overly enthusiastic voice echoed throughout the room as Nessa watched her sister trot over to where she had abandoned her suitcase. With a small smile at the thought of her new life beginning – perhaps Elphaba could put all of this behind her? – she opened her case, eyes matching the glittering of the other shoe, and put the shoes together. Later on, she would try them on… and hopefully they would be a perfect fit.

“I am Madame Morrible, headmistress here at Shiz University.” Securing the clasp on her case, she looked up – and blinked.

Madame Morrible, whose letter she had gotten in the mail – she was thrillivied to know that the future Govenor of Munchkinland (which, Nessa had thought while reading it, was rather a waste of ink, she just could have put her name) was attending her university – was nothing like she had expected.

As Morrible paused, looking around at the other students – those not in wheelchairs, Nessa thought with a slight tinge of jealousy – Nessa glanced up with a smile at Elphaba, who had come to join her at her side, before looking back at Morrible.

A tight red dress would look good on other people… for Morrible, though, it just accented the fact that she was just two big lumps – butt and boobs. On that note, a really /big/ butt and boobs. Trying not to laugh, Nessa noted the glasses as well. Trying to play up the teacher look… not working, she decided, finally listening to what Morrible was saying.

“… and whether you are here to study law, logic, or linguification…” As her voice scaled into a near high pitched shriek, Nessa looked up at Elphaba, amusement written in her features. Elphaba grinned back, the sisters both thinking the same thing – is she for real?

“… and I know I speak for my fellow faculty members here when I say we have nothing but the highest hopes for /some/ of you.”

At least she’s honest, thought Nessa as her sister squeezed her shoulder – whether a nervous reaction or trying to comfort herself, Nessa couldn’t tell, but she gave a soft smile nevertheless.

As a fake trill of laughter emerged from Morrible’s throat, the headmistress turned to her, an expression of shock going over her face as quickly as it came at seeing the wheelchair Nessa was captive to.

“You must be the govenor’s daughter, Miss Nessarose, is it?” Much like those aunts that had always visited – Elphaba at least had the ups on those days, they ignored her – Morrible darted up to her, peering intently through her spectacles into her face. Nessa resisted the urge to spit. “What a tragically beautiful face you have!”

Translation: I’m pretty but I’m stuck in a wheelchair, which is tragic, so therefore, I am tragically beautiful, because my prettiness is intensed by the fact that no man will ever want me. Got it. Nessa sighed as Morrible circled her chair, a fake smile plastered on her face.

So far? Her new life sucked.



||Short update, dedicated to The ICBH for writing a very addicting FF herself. -waits for an update from her-||

Hehehehehe, boobs and butt, love it

The end made me so sad though, I never stopped to think how quasi-insulting Morrible's statement would be. Poor thing.

And I totally support your dedication at the end! lol

Neither did I... until I was watching the clip again.

Changes your perpective of Nessa, doesn't it? Haha, I should write one from Morrible's POV, have you sympathizing with her.

That dedication rocks multi colored pink and green socks.

pooor Nessa.. but the Butt and Boobs part made me laugh..

You have to remember, if this is her first year of college, she's only 18/19? She'll be like us... just stuck in a wheelchair.

Nicole,

That was awesome. I'm honored by your dedication. Ah, Shucks!

Nessa's comments are hysterical.

Ah, Nicole.....

I think it's time for an update.

I absitivley absolutely positivly agree..

RPing has consumed any and all of Nicole's writing time (which is totally half my fault)...I'd apologize, but I'm not all that sorry

IT'S ALL ASHLEY'S FAULT! -points and runs-

Actually, I'm the one that taught her out to roleplay, so I suppose it's my fault.

But we'll share our RP with you.

Eventually.

-cackles-






I'm working on an update now, don't worry. XD I just have to look at where I left off...

Ruler Of The School

From the corner of her “tragically beautiful” eye, Nessarose caught side of her sister whipping around the wheelchair, tapping Madame Knows Nothing on her shoulder.

“And who is thiiiiiii…” The i was stretched into a high pitched keen as Horrible Morrible stared at her sister. I think that’s my favorite reaction to date. Her eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her head.

“I’m the other daughter, Elphaba.” Her sister stared at the headmistress coolly. “I’m beautifully tragic.” She did a mini head toss, Nessa pressing her lips together to keep from giggling.

“Well, I’m sure you’re very bright.” Nessa narrowed her eyes. Only she was allowed to make fun of her sister – and Morrible’s tone indicated that she did not think that that was so.

“Bright? She’s phosphorescent!” Nessa’s head snapped towards the sound of the bubbly voice at the same time as her sister’s, both of them staring at the blonde. Wonderful. We have a ruler of the school already.

Nessa’s quick instincts from manipulating down hills and around people came in handy as Elphaba lunged towards the blonde, Nessa’s hands snaking out and grabbing her. Her wheelchair rolled forward an inch, but the green girl had already pulled back, looking down at Nessa.

“Let me hit her, once?”

“And embarrass me?” Well, yes, but that's not the only reason she wanted Elphaba not to fight... right? “Please, Elphaba. You promised.”

“I did, didn’t I?”

Madame Morrible’s voice echoed throughout the room. “Regarding room assignments…”

||Sorry for the shortness...||

I was going through Nicki RP withdrawal yesterday and today, so I was glad to find an update here

I like the added section about hitting Galinda just once....Elphaba would so do that, lol.

Anyway, thanks for the update, hope to catch you online later

LOL, I won't be on later - I'm supposed to be shutting down the computers now.

And I'm in withdrawal, too, my other RP friends are killing me because they don't reply as fast as you do and I'm sitting here, bugging them. I AM NOT ALONE! -glomps Ash-

Loved that update. Did Elphaba really say that on stage? Funny as all heck!


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No, Elphaba didn't really say that - they should totally add it in the script - but her and Nessa mouth words... so I just put that in there. :}

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I SO want to know what Elphie and Nessa mouth to each other onstage. I should so ask Carmen that when I go in October. Anyway, great story!!!

I want to know if you guys want me to keep writing this, 'cause I have time to pick up again.

Kthxbai.

Hell yes, woman!
This won an award and everything.

BTW: Where are our prices from winning the Fan Fiction Awards? Hmm? Yeah, I thought so.....
Just for that, my reward can be Nessa somehow being near the forrest so you can write in ALAYM. I'm STRARVING for Fiyeraba!

HEY.
There will be PLENTY of Fiyeraba in this story.
You just don't know how. :3

And I found them! (I DID!)
I'll email them to myself upstairs later and distribute them.

Okay, that's one vote for yes... I need at least two other people to say yes...

....so winning the "please keep writing" award wasn't enough of an indicator? Psh, fine, here's my vote too

LOL. Some people need a lot of reassurance.

i'm voting too! Your fanfic's awesome, Miki!!

bleh, i wish i could write fanfics. i mean, i do have the inspiration and ideas, but i just don't have the motivation to finish up any of my fanfics...

anyway, did i hear that there's a rp going on? where? can i join?

That's three votes.

START writing.

The ICBH

Haha, I wish I could take credit for this But this is Nicki's FF.

But we're the Nicki and Miki team: Defying Normalcy one flying monkey at a time. So we're awesome. xD

Alright, alright.
I'll have your first update up by the end of the night.
Happy?

Very.


onetwothreefourfive

Guts

Nessarose watched her sister dart towards Madame Morrible, but before she could say anything, the blonde girl opened her mouth.

“Oh, thank you, Madame Morrible, but I’ve been assigned a private suite.”

Nessa rolled her eyes at the groans of the students surrounding Galinda. Yes, the blonde was popular and maybe even pretty, but seriously. They wanted to room with her?

Nessa doubted anybody could last a week with a girl like Galinda as their roommate.

She was surprised to find Elphaba back behind her wheelchair a moment later, leaning on it.

“Breathe, ‘phaba,” she whispered. “You know how it goes.”

“I hate popular.”

The high pitched compliments radiating towards Galinda did nothing to encourage Elphaba’s already growing hatred towards Galinda, and she shoved Nessa’s chair forward a little, causing her to fall forward a little. She caught herself - and her shoes - just in time.

"No I'm not!"

"Yes you are!"

What, intelligent?

Nessa tuned out the rest of the conversation and reached up to touch her sister's hand lightly.

"Elphaba-"

"Nessa, I'll be fine here. Just focus on making friends and doing well like Father wants you to."

Nessa sighed, the one reliable thing she had walking away from her, towards Horrible Morrible.

"Madame Morrible, we've not received our room assignments..."

"Oh, don't worry, my dear. The governor made your concern about your sister's well being clear."

Nessa rolled her eyes as Elphaba grabbed the handles on her wheelchair securely, ready to whisk her away.

Maybe I want to wheel myself to my new place, huh? Maybe I want to start my own life! 'phaba, you're my sister and I love you, but I can stand on my own now. I think.

She didn't have the guts to say it out loud.

She might be wrong.

I really liked it, I do love seeing these scenes from a perspective I don't usually think about when seeing the show

....let's just not make us wait six months next time Had to go skim some of the old posts just to remember the story so far.

Ashley. It's Wicked. How much did you forget? XD

Are you simply posting the script word for word and trying to pass it as fanfiction? Didn't think so

No, but I do have a LOT of the script in there word for word.
Plus some.
And some funky little actions.
Ooo, and a lot of Nessa's thinking.



I'm waiting for ICBH to get impatient... you can't have much Fiyeraba without Fiyero in the story.
Nevermind the fact that it's told through Nessa's POV.

You are a real tease, you know that?
I wait 6 months for a continuation. I beg for at least an ALAYM scene. You tell me there is tons of Fiyeraba, but I'm like how?
How much more impatient do I have to get?

The ICBH is getting ANGRY.

If you want so badly to know how I can incorporate so much Fiyeraba... PM me. :3