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Release Me, by greengirl_2006 PG-13 (1/?)

Thu, 11 Dec 2008 02:10:13 GMT

Title: Release Me
Author: greengirl_2006
Rating: PG-13 for awhile but eventually will be NC-17
Pairings: Eventually Elphaba/OC, Elphaba/Glinda, Glinda/OC. Who will remain together?
Summary: AU. What would have happened if Frex would have gotten rid of Elphaba? Taken her somewhere far away from where she was born. (I suck as summaries...)
Author's Note: Hello everyone!! This is my first Wicked/Gelphie so please be easy on me haha o_O Please enjoy and reviews are always nice!

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Release Me

Prologue

Frex stood at the bedside of his wife looking at his newborn infant daughter in his arms, still covered in the after birth. There was something about this child that unsettled him. Her eyes were too bright, grip too strong, and skin too soft. Something about the aura of the child made his skin crawl but he could not pinpoint the cause. Making his way to the water basin, the tiny child with black hair and glimmering black eyes looked at him and he shivered. What was about this child that made his skin rise with goose bumps? He caught a glimpse of her skin in the candle light. It was green.

“Get rid of this creature,” He said, startling the women in the room.

“Frex, what in Oz are you talking about?” Melena, the infant’s mother asked from her bed. “That’s our daughter we will do no such thing.”

Nanny hobbled her way over to where Frex was standing and saw the same thing the preacher did. “Sweet Lurline, the child is green!!”

Melena laughed nervously, “what do you mean by green?”

“Why she’s as green as an elf baby!” Nanny exclaimed running to Melena’s side to help her sit up so she could see.

“Dear Oz…” Melena mumbled.

They heard the sound of a body hitting the floor, Melena had fainted and that was the last time she saw her daughter. Nanny glared at her charge now laying face down on the floor.

“Take her away,” Frex said to Nanny, “take her somewhere far away from here. Some place where her evil soulless body will never be seen again.”

Nanny scoffed, “Well I’m not sure about evil or soulless, but she sure is a unique one.”

Nanny took the bundle from her charge’s husband. She looked into the child’s gleaming black eyes and the baby smiled at the old woman, whose soft light blue eyes were much kinder than those of the man she would never learn to call father.

“I’ll take you someplace warm and prosperous my little pretty. Someplace you will fit in just right.” Nanny cooed to the child. “What do you wish her to be called Frex?”

The preacher man sat on a milking stool by his wife’s body on the floor with his head in his hands and worry etched into his brow. “We shall call her Elphaba. That’s all whomever you give her to needs to know. Do not tell them who she came from in order to protect my family’s good name. Warn them of the dread the child will bring; of her evilness. You do not need to take her to a place where she will be treated well. Take her someplace and dump her in the river.”

“Just you listen here Frex,” Nanny started in on him.

The man stood up stretching his semi-arthritic back so he was his full height of six feet, “You listen to me Monia. You are no better than a servant, paid to take care of your charges and help out around the household. I am not Melena’s father and will not tolerate being spoken to about souls and evilness verses the good in the world. You know only the nonsense of Lurlinism and of the idiotic tales of Kumbricia, not of the good workings of the Unnamed God. The world is dead and once the Unnamed God cannot tolerate any more sin, it shall come upon us and wreak havoc on our very lives.”

Nanny rolled her eyes and packed her backs. After that she kissed Melena’s forehead, knowing she would never see her precious girl again, and set on her way with a bundle upon her bosom.

Chapter One

Nanny walked for hours until she found the main road to the next small village. She was appalled at Frex’s reaction to his on kin. Sure the child had green skin, razor sharp teeth and a keen wandering eye already only after a few hours of life. Nanny knew in her heart that this child would do something monumental. What it was, good or bad, was unknown to the kind but sarcastic older woman, but she knew it would be known throughout all of Oz.

As she walked, the day grew old and cold and she came across a wagon train that had stopped and made camp for the night. She thanked Lurline for her kindness as she walked up to the head wagon, hoping to find someone she could talk to.

“Excuse me sir?” Nanny asked, shivering.

“Hello ma’am. What can we do for you this evening?” The older gentleman asked, rubbing his scruffy face with his hand. He was missing most of his teeth, his white beard was yellowed due to days, if not weeks, without bathing. However, his faded green eyes were kind and gentle.

“Well you see, I’ve walked a long way and need some place warm to stay because of my little charge. She’s only a few hours old and I don’t want her to catch a chill.” Nanny said, turning sideways so the man could see into her sling that held baby Elphaba.

“Sweet Oz.” The man exclaimed. “Well, if my eyes don’t deceive me, that baby there is green!”

Nanny shh’d the man. “Of course she is, ain’t ya never seen a green baby before?”

The man looked at the woman like she was insane, “Well, I sure haven’t. Have you?”

Nanny thought for a second, “well no I can’t say that I have, but she’s a doll. Just let us stay for the night and have some warm milk. Please that’s all I ask from you kind sir.”

The man took a deep breath and sighed, skeptical of adding another member (or two considering,) to the wagon train. “Oh alright. I suppose it’ll be ok for just one night.”

“Thank you sir,” Nanny said with true gratitude.

“You are welcome to stay in my wagon tonight,” the man said climbing in to the adjacent wagon, “The lamp is here and full of kerosene with matches right next to it. There is are extra blankets underneath that bench and please make sure to tie the flap down. It gets quite windy around these parts.”

Nanny smiled and asked the man for help climbing into the wagon in order to keep Elphaba safe. He brought her a bottle, borrowed from one of the other wagons, full of warm goat’s milk.

“Thank you again… What’s your name?” Nanny asked as Elphaba guzzled the milk down.

The man took off his hat, “My name is Chuck, and you?”

Nanny blushed a little at the action of the kind stranger, “Well I’ve been called Nanny as long as I can remember but my name is Monia.”

“Well, it’s a great pleasure Monia.” Chuck said, the smile reaching his eyes.

The next morning as the sun rose high above the dewy land of Oz, Nanny rose to the soft cooing of little Elphaba. She was thankful the baby made it throw the chilly night and fed her the rest of the goat’s milk. She took in the small infant child. Her skin was verdant as the buds on a young rose bush, her lips and tongue as red as blood and irises as black as coal. Her features were sharp for a new born, but the child had an amazing beauty to her. She sure was Melena’s child, but Nanny was not sure if Frex was the father. He couldn’t be, she was truly a beautiful child.

Nanny noticed how Elphaba’s eyes wandered around the interior of the wagon, as if she was trying to experience the whole world, only less than a day old. She had a small light pink birthmark in the shape of a circle, or was it a heart on the left side of her chest, slightly above her heart.

Chuck came by the wagon an hour later to check on the kind woman and her kin.

“Good morning Monia and baby.” He said outside of the wagon, hoping not to startle the two.

“Good morning Chuck, you may come in we are decent, and her name is Elphaba,” said Nanny.

Chuck climbed into the wagon and handed Nanny a bowl full of porridge. “Here eat this. I put extra sugar in it to help with the taste.”

Nanny smiled once again at the kindness of the man. “Thank you Chuck, we will be along shortly.”

Chuck sat down beside Nanny on the bed and reached out to stroke the soft skin of the baby. “What’s the story behind this beauty?”

Nanny cocked her head to the right and looked at the man. “Well, I was told not to tell anyone of her origins or anything else; only her name.”

Chuck’s face fell, “Well that’s a crock. She’s a beautiful, unique girl. You can see her kind soul in her eyes. Forget the color of her skin, look into the eyes. They shine with brilliance.”

Nanny smiled and silently decided to share Elphaba’s beginning with Chuck, “She was my charge’s first. I’m not sure why her skin is died this color but it sure is beautiful to me. Her father, who is a preacher of the Unnamed God, directed me to get rid of her. Someplace her supposed evil soulless body would never be found. He told me to throw her in the river.”

Chuck sniffled as he wiped the tears from his face, “That is one reason I don’t believe in the Unnamed God, because there’s so many things to go against its good will. You will ride with us to the Emerald City.”

Nanny was taken back, “I don’t want to put you or anyone else out. We will be just fine by foot.”

Chuck smiled, “I’d sure like the company, and that way I can make sure you two both make it to the EC safely. This little lady sure has a future ahead of her I’m afraid. She will be seen as a gift from Lurline herself. A city named after the beautiful color of the most precious gem in Oz will sure be more than likely amazed by her skin color and know her true calling as its leader.”

Nanny smiled as she put Elphaba in Chucks waiting hands and leaned back against the soft pillows on the small cot. Elphaba looked at the man and smiled, her eyes brighter than ever. He had spoke of her destiny, not a destiny that they were sure of by any means, but a great possibility of a destiny that was almost too good to be true.

An hour later, they set off towards the future of Elphaba Thropp.

Bella Amore (2/?) R, by greengirl_2006

Mon, 11 Aug 2008 23:37:27 GMT

Title: Bella Amore (2/?)
Author: greengirl_2006
Rating: R for later chapters and language
Summary: Kristin is sent off to an all girls Boarding School where she meets some very interesting people and maybe even the love of her life?
A/N: Thanks to everyone who commented! I will totally be continuing this story. This chapter is not very long and there's not much Idina in it, but hopefully the chapters will get longer and more in depth. Thanks again!!!

Chapter Two

Kristin’s first week at the academy was just as interesting as her first day. She had almost every class with Angelica, the mousy girl, and only two with Idina. She had musical studies and physical education with Idina. So far, musical studies was her favorite, as it was the most interesting.

“Let’s talk about popular culture. Or as many of you would call it ‘pop music’.” Professor Isaacson said, plugging his laptop into the projector. “Kristin, who is your favorite pop artist?”

Kristin was annoyed. She knew what was going to happen. “Well, there’s so many that I can’t really pick who I like the most.”

Idina scoffed. She sat three seats back and two rows to the left of Kristin; the very back seat. “Of course you can’t say who you like the most, seeing how you could possibly damage your mother’s career.”

Heads turned at this statement, including that of Professor Isaacson. “Idina, please don’t be mean to the new girl.”

Idina rolled her eyes at this, “Well, it’s true. She has to watch what she says about pop culture and all that crap because her mother is the infamous Junie Chenoweth.”

All the girls in the class gasped in awe and spoke at once trying to get Kristin’s friendship.

“Oh, I’ve loved your mother’s music for years!”

“Do you think you could introduce me to Chris Brown?”

“My cousin Ashton totally knows Jack Black…” a young African American girl said sheepishly, “Well, he was his personal assistant on ‘School of Rock’,” Kristin rolled her eyes.

“Girls, please let Ms. Chenoweth get some air.” Professor Isaacson said, secretly hoping to get onto Kristin’s good side; she had always had a crush on her dad.

Kristin turned and glared at Idina, earning a smirk from the older one, who laughed to herself and went back to coloring her nails green with her Sharpie.

I can’t believe her. She hits on me one second and I’m the hottest thing on the face of the earth, and then the next second, BOOM! I’m a toy! Kristin was annoyed.

The class continued without any mishaps or Idina being a smartass, and Kristin made her way to lunch. The cafeteria was huge and there was food from all different cultures, a fountain in the center of the room, booths along three of the four walls with red upholstrey and it had a restaurant feel to it.

“If it isn’t Barbie in the flesh,” Idina smiled at her, a naughty look in her eyes. Idina scooted over, assuming Kristin would sit next to her. After all, she was Idina Menzel.

“Veronica, could you please sit next to Idina?” Kristin asked coyly, catching Idina’s brow furrow out of the corner of her eye, “I would like to sit next to Angelica.”

Veronica looked at Kristin, looked to Angelica and then to Idina with a look that screamed confusion. “Uh, sure.”

Idina laughed and shook her head scooting out of the booth. “Catch ya later I’ve got better things to do than sit here with you preps.”

And with that she stormed out of the cafeteria, almost running over a geeky freshman who had actually started crying at the evil stare in Idina’s eyes.

Angelica giggled and leaned forward across the table to whisper to Kristin, “You pissed her off. That’s not good, it’s usually quite scary actually.”

Kristin laughed, “I don’t give two shits and a fuck if I pissed her off after musical studies.”

“Why? What did she do to you Kris?” Veronica asked, fully interested.

Kristin took a drink of her Dr. Pepper and cleared her throat before she told the girls what had happened during class and they were appalled.

“What was she thinking?” Veronica asked, “We are told at orientation every year, not to bring up outside interferences in class! Especially if we have a classmate who is very well off or who has parents who are. She could get in a lot of trouble for doing that.”

Kristin shrugged and flipped her hair over her shoulders, pursing her lips. “I don’t care why she does these things or says these things. She probably just acts out to get attention because mommy and daddy are too busy to care about her.”

The other two girls laughed at this and continued to badger Idina until Atiya walked up to the table and slammed her hands down onto the table, making the three gasp in fright and jump.

“Listen here Kristin,” She said, glaring at Kristin, “You just back the fuck up off my girl Idina. She is a damn good friend but you wouldn’t know that because you don’t fucking know her. Let her be, she is the way she is for a good damn reason, and if you had had her life, you’re pathetic excuse for a human would be dead. So keep shit talkin’ her, and see what happens.”

Kristin pushed her way out of the booth, “Excuse me? My pathetic excuse for a human would be dead if I had lived her life? Ha! What the hell do you know about me?”

Atiya looked down at Kristin, they were a few mere inches apart, and the cafeteria quieted as the hurricane winds do in the eye of the storm. “I know that you’re a spoiled little rich bitch who think you have it bad because mommy and daddy are too busy to care about you. Watch your back before you loose it.”

Kristin was bright red in anger at this. Who was this girl, and where did she have any right to tell Kristin what to do?

“Listen,” Kristin said, trying to ignore the anger in the back of her head, “I don’t mind Idina. It just pisses me off that she has to try and be a bitch to me because I’m new and a possible threat to her. I get it; I’m the ‘New Hottie’. Do you think I really give a fuck about that? No. I just don’t get why me. I hope you can get that through your thick skull. I just don’t get it!”

The entire cafeteria was listening now. Even the teachers and cooks were tuned into the fight. They all knew that Atiya wouldn’t do anything to get into any real trouble, but it was gossip about Idina, and everyone must know everything about her.

Atiya sighed and shook her head, “Listen. I think it’s because she likes you.”

Kristin was dumbfounded, “What?”

Chenzel Elite Fic Challenge for August

Sun, 03 Aug 2008 04:19:25 GMT

what you guys think? i wanna know before i send it to the mods cause i dont wanna post if it sucks.

Star Light, Star Bright by greengirl_2006

The night was hot and humid. It made you sweat and the sweat stuck to your skin, making it itch and crawl. The mosquitoes around the lake were like tiny vampires trying their hardest to make you their prey and the moon was dull as if it was lazy because the heat and humidity was making it miserable as well. There was stillness in the air that could make you swear you were being watched by the creepy crawlies hiding in the grass and the lake was still without a breeze to create ripples.

Idina had joined Kristin in coming to her home town of Broken Arrow Oklahoma for the annual family reunion. It was the first she had ever been to in the time her and Kristin had been together, and she was slightly regretting it. She had sweat in places she didn’t know existed, her jeans stuck to her thighs and she felt as her throat was sand paper.

Jerry Chenoweth sat down next to his daughter’s love and patted her on the thigh, “The heat gettin’ to ya?”

Idina groaned and wiped the sweat off of her forehead watching Kristin run around the picnic tables chasing her nieces and nephews. “I want to die. I thought California was bad in the summer, but this is pure hell. I am all kinds of sweaty, my hair is frizzier than it has ever been, and I kind of feel like I’m going to melt.”

Jerry laughed as he handed Idina a bottle of water and laughed even harder as she chugged it. “Be careful, if you drink that cold water too fast, you’ll puke.”

Idina eyed him as she drank the last of the liquid, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Eh, at least I feel better.”

Jerry smiled and leaned back against the picnic table. He looked around at his family and the brightness in his eyes illuminated the surrounding area. He was a proud, good man, and loved his life.

Idina sighed as she looked off to the left caught Kristin leaning up against a tree staring at her. She smiled and gave a little wave. Kristin looked so good it was ridiculous. She had her hair pulled up high and it was straightened, leaving her neck and chest exposed, calling to Idina to kiss it. She was wearing a white pair of shorts and a green tank top that was a low cut v neck and left little to the imagination. She was radiant.

“Follow me,” Kristin mouthed to Idina and disappeared behind the tree.

Idina looked to her right at Jerry and to her left at the tree Kristin had mysteriously disappeared behind, noting that Jerry was slightly turned and talking to his niece, she snuck off to follow Kristin.

Behind the tree was a dirt path weaving its way between the trees and shrubs. Idina followed it around, right, left, up and down for 15 minutes, almost got eaten by a wild squirrel, which Kristin would have died laughing about if she had been there to see it, and tripped over a tree root.

Fuckin’ squirrels sneakin up on me. Idina rolled her eyes at her lunacy and continued alone the path, keeping an eye out for rogue squirrels and other animals.

Five minutes later, she came to another beach. It was smaller, secluded and had a calming aura to it. Kristin was lying on a blanket, on her back, gazing at the stars. Idina grinned, knowing she had been set up for the first alone time the two had had in almost a week, and she was grateful for it.

“Hey baby, I almost died on the ‘Find Kristin’ scavenger hunt.” Idina said, walking around the blanket, stopping at the edge of the water.

“I’m sorry love.” Kristin laughed, not moving from her spot.

After a few moments of soothing silence after the day, Kristin picked up a small rock from beside the blanket and tossed it at Idina’s feet to get her attention, afraid to break the solitude.

Idina turned and smiled down at her lover. The woman she had depended on, loved, coddled, been coddled by and most of all, trusted more than anyone in the world, was smiling back at her, and patting the blanket beside her.

Idina accepted the invitation and lay down next to the blonde, sighing as the cool breeze, which had appeared out of nowhere, dried her sticky sweat and cooled her head.

Kristin, who was once again lost in the endless night sky, finally broke the silence. “Have you ever wished upon a star?”

Idina nodded her head, “I have but always felt like I was wishing on someone else’s star.”

Kristin rolled to her left and propped herself up on an elbow gazing down at her girl. “Why do you say that?”

Idina shrugged and rolled her shoulders, trying to relieve the pain from the stick underneath the blanket.

“When I was younger, I would wish for things all the time, and nothing ever came true.” Idina said quietly, gazing at the heavens. “So eventually, I just stopped wishing and starting acting, trying to make my dreams come true by myself.”

“I guess that makes sense.” Kristin said, lying back down, this time using Idina’s chest as a pillow.

Idina sighed and closed her eyes, interlocking her fingers with Kristin’s. “What about yours? Did all your dreams come true?”

Kristin nodded and Idina could feel her smiling. “I met you. That’s the only one I ever wanted to come true. To meet someone who would love me and take me away to a far away make believe place where happy endings actually do come true.” She kissed the curve of Idina’s breast, “You have done that since the day I met you and still do it.”

Idina lifted her head and looked down at Kristin. Kristin felt the change in Idina’s body and lifted her body up, gazing into Idina’s soft green eyes. She smiled and brought her lips to Idina’s, initiating a soft kiss.

After a few moments of kissing, Kristin was the one to break it and jumped up and ran to the water’s edge. She looked up to the sky and spread her arms out wide.

“Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. Wish I may, wish I might, grant me the wish that I wish tonight.” She spoke into the heavy night air. “I wish that Idina Menzel would marry me and stay with me until the end of eternity.”

Idina, who had slowly got up and started making her way towards Kristin because she thought there was danger about, suddenly stopped in her tracks. Kristin turned around and saw tears forming in the corner of Idina’s eyes and smiled.

“Will my wish be granted?” Kristin asked in a giggly voice, tears also threatening to break through.

Idina smiled and ran towards Kristin, picking her up and spinning her around. Kristin laughed and wrapped her legs around Idina’s waist and felt like she was flying.

“Of course your wish will be granted my love,” Idina kissed the tip of Kristin’s nose, “And I promise I will do my best, until the end of eternity, to give you happy endings every day.”

Kristin grinned and held on to Idina even tighter, putting her head on her shoulder. “Good, because I’d have to kill you if you didn’t.”

Idina laughed and the both fell back onto the blanket giggling like school girls. Later on that evening, the crickets weren’t the only one’s making noise at that small lake in the middle of the humidity, the heavy air, and still night in Oklahoma.

As The Rain Washes Us From The Ground 2/?, by greengirl_2006, NC-17

Wed, 06 Feb 2008 03:23:44 GMT

Title: As The Rain Washes Us From The Ground
Author: greengirl_2006
Rating: NC-17 for drug abuse and attempted suicide
Summary: Chapter Two of my story... it's a lil bit different...
Author's Note: Thanks for all the comments on chapter one. This chapter might seem a little bit choppy, as I do not have a beta. If you would like to beta this story, just leave me a comment!!! I would really appreciate it. Anyway, this chapter deals with a drug overdose and attempted suicide, so if you do not wish to read of such things, please don't. I would hate to bring up any bad memories or anything of the sort with any of you. Have fun and I hope you enjoy. Oh yeah, I'm not too good with descriptive writing, and want to try and work on that. This chapter does not contain much dialog so I hope it's good...

Chapter Two: Bloody, Gone, Doomed

She sighed as she started the shower in her own apartment and stepped into the rising steam that was enveloping her bathroom. The steaming hot water melted the little bit of ice that surrounded her heart, and she had made the decision to leave New York for good. She would call the owner of the building and tell him to sell the apartment in a month.

She was done. She had had enough of Idina’s holier than thou bullshit and she never wanted to see that face again. Never wanted to hear the sweet words whispered in the dead of night with nothing but the moon as guidance. The touches, the smells, the sweat and tears and all the baggage that came along with that relationship.

She ran her small, smooth, manicured hands over her body, stopping right below her breasts. Head hung in shame, soaking wet and red from the heat of the water, she fell. Her face fell as the tears rolled down her face, her hands fell as they reached out to grasp hold of the shower to steady herself and her spirit fell as her body fell, tumbling down. The thump noise she made as she fell was nothing to quiet the anxiety her soul was shouting.

“I’m so sorry…” She thought of smacking Idina. It had been instinct. After all she had been furious, but it was the first time she had ever struck someone out of anger, and it frightened her.

“What am I becoming?” she asked herself aloud. Throughout the years she had failed to recognize Idina’s picture that her fans shoved in her face, asking who it was. She thought that if the façade of her own grief was good enough for her than it would be good enough for those fans who for some reason, even having never met her, knew her so well. It frightened her just like the thoughts running rabid all over her brain.

She had been happy with Idina, happier than she had ever been before. Even though their relationship was only behind the closed doors of the theater and their apartments, she had felt Idina gave her the world. And if some sort of fucked up reality, she really had.

Dropping the razor that had someway made it’s way into her hand and uncurling herself from her fetal position as the water ran cold and cooled the boiling blood that was soaring to every part of her small frame, she stood turned off the water and wrapped herself in a terry cloth robe.

Cold and clammy and shivering ferociously, she reached out to her only comfort. The comfort that would take away all the physical pain along with the emotional pain. Her one true love, the one that never failed to calm her as she shook and screamed and threw herself to the wolves. She wanted the pain to end and this was the only thing she could think of; true and unyielding serenity. Her orange bottle of Vicodin sat in her medicine cabinet as if mocking her.

Wrenching the bottle cap off she down three and a half of the pills. She didn’t care what happened to her. She had been exploited worse than those fuckers in the paparazzi could ever exploit her, worse than those damn yearbook pictures of herself from decades ago and worse than she could ever do herself.

The high was immediate and the room looked softer and smoother like a flowing stream of milk. Colors blurred together and crazy pictures ran throughout her mind like naked nymphs flooding the forest with their beautiful beings, catching the observer off guard and making them gape at their serene livelihood.

Stumbling out of the bathroom, she somehow realized in her haze, that she had forgot to lock the door and slowly made her way to it. Her couch looked strange and the damage she had done on her stereo system glared at her and threw invisible, silently screaming knives into her mind.

Shutting her eyes at tightly as she could she tumbled into the doorway and almost got hit in the face as the door flung open, scaring her to death. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. No guttural or primitive cry, no sobbing, nothing. She had truly become void, the one thing that she had made her name with was now gone and she was soon she would soon be too.

Take me away from this dreadful place Lord…

“Kristin?” A voice asked. She barely heard it.

Slumping forward into the awaiting arms of the unknown visitor her world went even hazier and she smiled.

“What did you do baby?” There was that voice again. She couldn’t tell if she was imagining it or if there was an actual person holding her up, she however did notice that the faceless stranger seemed familiar and very scared.

Kristin giggled as her knees gave out. Kristin knew that the end was near and finally she had had enough nerve to actually do it. To let herself be with her Lord and savior and end all of the agony and suffering she had dealt with silently throughout her entire life, would be the truest high one could ever know. Unbeknown to anyone but her own soul, she truly hated herself except when she was with Idina…

“Dee?” was the whispered word that escaped her captive vocal cords.

“It’s me, what did you do to yourself?” Idina noticed that there was a little bit of blood on her hand where it grasped Kristin’s left wrist.

“Oh my God Kristin. Did you cut yourself?” she was scared.

Kristin somehow managed to look at her wrist and laughed like a maniac. “I guess so. I don’t… know when that happened…or how…” her words were slurred as she shook her head in disbelief and she finally fell hard onto her soft beige carpet, unconscious.

Idina was soaking wet from the cold rain she had ran through for 20 blocks but it didn’t matter. Something had happened to Kristin in the hour that it had taken her to make her way through the cockroach like citizens of New York City. But none of this mattered anymore. She was sorry she had written about their relationship in her album but it was her only way to cope, and she meant every single word of those songs.

She had to get to the phone laying on the floor twenty feet away. Kristin had obviously just dropped her purse and stripped on the way to the bathroom to try and wash away the residual energy that remained on her skin, tainting it.

Laying Kristin on the floor, tears blurred her vision and her throat was tight as she punched in the numbers. She was beyond scared. She couldn’t loose Kristin. Even though she had lost her four years ago, when they yanked themselves from the other, Kristin was still alive somewhere on the other side of the country. What had made her do whatever it was that she had done tonight made Idina’s head spin and if it was because of her and the blonde died, Idina would never smile, laugh, care or do anything remotely close to human ever again.

They had to hurry, because if they did not, her love might die. She could feel her dream slipping even further away as she curled up next to Kristin’s semi-lifeless body, with her hand over Kristin’s heart, trying to keep her soul from shaking with fright.

Better To Have Loved

Tue, 08 Jan 2008 03:31:16 GMT

Yeah so... here ya go.

Better To Have Loved

Idina Menzel, sat in her rocking chair in the solarium of her house. She had had a good life, full of love, happiness, great friends, lost lovers, the works. She thought about her life a lot, things she didn’t do, things she should have done. But she couldn’t deny the fact that she was truly happy.

65 years old, no wrinkles, thousands of awards for many different projects, a huge family, loving friends and family, she could smile at any situation, good or bad, and know that no matter what somewhere, a guardian angel was still looking out for her.

She was looking out onto the sunlit beach, reminiscing about her days on Broadway. So many laughs and tears, lovers, loves and simple random acts of craziness. She missed those days, but still wouldn’t give up her time in her rocking chair over looking that wonderful beach she had grown to love.

A light knock on the glass door brought her out of her reverie and she turned to her left, seeing her granddaughter Sarima looking down at her feet.

“Come on in baby girl, what’s the matter?” Idina said, opening her arms so her eighteen year old granddaughter of her third daughter could sit down on her lap.

Sarima sat down and stuck her head in the crook of Idina’s neck. For some reason, all of her grandchildren and children always seemed most comfortable and safe being held by Idina this way. She didn’t mind, it reminded her of the love of her life that had got away so many years ago.

Sarima’s sniffling brought her back to reality. Away from that world of costume changes, stolen glances and light touches behind a huge curtain shielding them from the world.

“Grandma? Have you ever loved someone but knew they would never be yours?” The caramel colored young woman asked quietly.

Idina laughed her famous laugh as she kissed the top of her granddaughter’s head. “Yeah baby, I have.”

Sarima looked up at her grandmother. She had the utmost respect for her. After all, who could say that their grandmother was once one of the highest paid actresses that Broadway had ever seen, won over 20 Tony’s, not to mention the 5 Platinum records, but yet had a heart of gold that could never push someone away. “You have?”

Idina smiled and leaned her head back to rest against the chair, “yes I have.”

“Will you tell me about it?” Sarima asked quietly, resuming her position underneath Idina’s chin.

“Hmm,” Idina said, rocking slightly. “I don’t know about that.”

Sarima groaned, “Please Grams?”

Idina giggled, “Of course my love. But you must never tell anyone about it okay?”

Sarima nodded. She knew that once there had been a lot of talk about Idina and her co-stars but was fairly certain they were just rumors.

“When I was in the Broadway show ‘Wicked’, I fell in love with a very beautiful person. She had a heart of gold and could quiet a room by just walking in it.”

“She?” Sarima asked, surprised.

“Yes, she. Her name was Kristin Chenoweth and I loved her. But, time goes by and you lose yourself and each other in the process of growing.” Idina said quietly, almost sadly.

Sarima sat quietly, waiting for her grandmother to continue. She knew it wouldn’t be a long drawn out story because her grandmother was one of few words but always knew just how to say something to get the point across.

“I loved her with all of my heart and soul. My very being craved her attention no matter what. I needed her and she needed me until one day, she had had enough. I was married to your Papa and she never asked me to choose. I never did choose. I miss her, dear Lord to I miss her. But,” Idina paused as her voice wavered, “I would never change the past because that would mean I wouldn’t have what I have.”

Sarima looked up into her grandmother’s green eyes and raised her hand to her cheek. Brushing a tear away, she kissed her grandmother’s cheek and smiled. “I get it grandma.”

“What’s that baby?” Idina asked.

“It’s better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all.”

Idina smiled as tears filled her eyes, “That’s very true my baby.”

Sarima hugged her grandmother and stood to leave. “Thanks grandma. I love you.”

“I love you too baby girl.” Idina said, smiling and returning to her resting position as she closed her eyes and let the sunset bathe it’s beautiful pink glow across her solarium porch.

That night Idina’s phone rang and she picked it up. Reading the caller ID she gasped and pressed ‘send’.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Idina?” A soft soprano voice rang though. She could tell she was in pain and something was wrong but that didn’t matter. They hadn’t spoken for over thirty years and she missed her.

“Baby is it really you?” Idina choked out.

“Yeah, it’s me. I miss you my love.” Kristin said, laughing slightly as coughing overtook her laughter.

“How have you been?” Idina asked, sitting down in her recliner.

“Okay. I never married and never had kids, but …”

“I know.” She interrupted.

There was silence for a few seconds followed by a deep sigh and a rustling by the phone.

“I’m dying Idina.”

Idina frowned, “of what?”

Kristin took a deep breath again, “I have cancer.”

A tear fell down Idina’s cheek as she held back a sob. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too baby.” Kristin said, hearing the tears in her voice.

“I have never stopped loving you, ya know?”

“I know.”

Idina laid back in her recliner and pulled a blanket over herself.

“You know what I miss the most?” Idina asked.

“What’s that?”

“I miss sleeping next to you and waking up by you everyday. That’s what I miss the most.”

Kristin giggled her cute little giggle, “I miss that too.”

“Let’s fall asleep together on the phone just like old times and wake up with each other tomorrow. Just to have a go at the old days.” Idina laughed.

“Oh God, we are old aren’t we!” Kristin laughed full heartedly.

“Yeah we are.” Idina smiled and yawned. “Goodnight baby. I love you.”

“Goodnight love. I love you too.”

And that was the last words they ever spoke to each other. The next morning neither of the roused and the Diggs-Menzel family lost one of the creators of their family. Across the country, in a huge New York apartment, Kristin’s housekeeper wept at the loss of her boss.

Somewhere, beyond the clouds and the rainbows and what not, Kristin and Idina met each other once again to live together for eternal life. Now I know you may not believe in soul mates, but sometimes, when I think about it, I think our soul mates don’t always have to be the ones we spend the rest of our lives with. But maybe, just maybe our memories connect our souls somewhat deeper than our physical selves can ever attach.

What's in a name?

Wed, 22 Aug 2007 04:13:27 GMT

What's in a name? by greengirl_2006 1/1, R
Title: What's in a name?
Author: </a></b></a>greengirl_2006
Rating: R for language
Disclaimer: I do not own, know, or have any connections to any names you may recognize. I simply enjoy playing.
Summary: Idina and Kristin meet again after four years of no contact. What will our divas have to say to each other? Angst.
Author's Note: *waves sheepishly* Hi guys. I'm sorry I haven't written anything on any of my other stories, but I've been going through a lot of stuff, and well, this is a way that it just kind of came out. I don't know if it's any good, *I don't have a beta...*, SO if you could read and review I'd appreciate it. Have a good day/night/afternoon. Laterz. Enjoy.

Late August 2008

Norbert and Michelle… with a child? It was mind blowing and Kristin Chenoweth didn’t know what to think. Sure, she was happy for her friends, happy they found each other, happy to be a godmother to the child, and all of that. But what she wasn’t happy about was the fact that she was going to have to stand in the same room as Idina Menzel for hours.

Sure, she loved the woman. She loved her more than life itself, but would Kristin ever tell her that again? No. Idina was willing to give it all up for Kristin, but Kristin couldn’t break the façade; the fake smile, the beautiful remarks and all the happiness. She couldn’t do it. She was an actress to the full extent, and sometimes she didn’t know who she was because of that fact.

Stepping outside onto the roof of the apartment building where Norbert and Michelle lived, she inhaled the intoxicating aroma of smog and humidity that was New York City. She loved the city, but hated it at the same time. It reminded her of the one who got away.

When she had first seen Idina that night, her heart stopped beating and her breathing hitched, causing tears to rise in her eyes, begging to let go.

Don’t cry Kristi… don’t do it. Be happy for them… Kristin sighed, walking to the ledge and leaning on it. Inhaling deeply, she smelled the aroma of a Marlboro Ultra Light. She knew that smell anywhere, seeing how Dee had always had only one on Mondays to relax.

She chocked back a sob and blew her bangs out of her eyes. She was chilly in her low cut jeans and white tank top, despite of the heat.

From behind her she felt eyes piercing right through her skin, through the layers of muscle and tissue, shattering past her rib cage and right to her heart.

“So she hasn’t changed.” The voice laughed bitterly as a lighter struck, bringing a flame to its top.

“Idina, please… just go.” Kristin whispered, feeling the body behind her.

“I already tried that Kris…” Idina said, “And obviously I’m not over you yet.”

“Don’t call me that…” Kristin demanded, clenching her jaw.

“What should I call you then my sweet?” Idina hummed thoughtfully, “Certainly not ‘my sweet’, because you’re as bitter as bitter can be.”

Kristin turned to her right and walked away from Idina briskly. “You can’t run from me. And you know this. You want me as much as I want you. And you can’t admit it to yourself because you don’t even know yourself.”

Kristin stopped with her hand on the doorknob leading her away from her tormentor.

“Oh, I sparked a nerve. Now, what would you wish me to call you? How about…” Idina stopped and cackled, “Evil bitch goddess who rips out hearts of those who love her and step on them while stabbing the open, gaping wound with a dull knife, trying to evict the last shred of life they have left…”

“What do you want?” Kristin snapped as she turned to the brunette. Her breath escaped her as she saw the woman in the moon light.

Just as beautiful as you where when I left you….

“I left you Idina…. Doesn’t that give you a hint that I don’t want to be with you?” Kristin asked, acting again.

Idina laughed full heartedly. “You left me because I was afraid too. I wouldn’t leave him and now that I have, nothing has changed. You lied to me. You told me that you would love me forever, but I guess you are the best actress on the face of the earth, because, God damn it all, I fucking believed you.”

She flinched at that… another nerve had been severed.

“What we had is over. I’m sorry, but it’s… we’re… no more. Okay?” Kristin said, tears finally falling. “I’m sorry I loved you, I’m sorry I’m still in love with you. I’m sorry that I can’t tell you that everyday and that I can’t show the entire fucking world, but I can’t okay!?”

She was shouting now, and Idina knew that her Kristin was coming back to reality.

“Why not?” Idina’s voice had softened entirely and she took a small step towards the sobbing woman.

“B-because I hate myself…” Kristin fell to her knees, sobbing. She was laying on the roof of the building in the fetal position, mascara smearing.

Idina watched her fall and did nothing to help her find her feet again.

“And why is that?” Idina asked, her voice not wavering.

Kristin only sobbed harder, finally moving to her knees and looking down at her hands. “Th-these hands, they have brought so much pain. This voice, so many fucking tears…” she started, touching each body part as she spoke, “These eyes… my eyes hold so many lies Dee…”

There was silence, no horn honking, no screaming taxi drivers, no sirens, nothing. It was deafening.

“I want to die sometimes…. Because I have no one you know?” Idina said, as she started pacing around the sobbing blonde.

“Because all I have is my music, and that isn’t even mine anymore. I don’t have my own music, my own lyrics, my own soul or my own mind. I’m a void who does nothing. I don’t eat, or sleep, or dream, or care. I don’t give a shit anymore Kristin.”

Kristin, who was still sobbing, stood on shaky legs and walked to the taller woman. “I’m so sorry Idina… What do you want me to do? I can’t change the past, I want to, God knows I want to…”

She trailed off, looking into the swimming green flecked orbs in front of her. She finally saw the tears swimming in them.

“I don’t want you to die. I want your music back in my life,” she chocked back another sob as she voice faltered, “I need you baby… I’m so sorry. I’m a horrible person and…”

She was cut off as lips pressed into her in a tear stained kiss. Both women sobbed at the feeling as they embraced each other for the first time in over four years.

“What do you want me to do?” Kristin asked, whispering the words into Idina’s mouth.

“Just love me baby…” Idina said as she smiled a real smile for the first time in years, drying Kristin’s tears with a knuckle. “Just love me. That’s all I need to be me.”

Eternity, PG-13 A Chenzel Oneshot

Mon, 04 Jun 2007 05:06:04 GMT

Title: Eternity
Author:
greengirl_2006

Rating: PG-13 for language
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Idina Menzel, Kristin Chenoweth, or Taye Diggs. I just like to play :D
Summary: Idina's 36th birthday arrives and all she wants is some solitude. But will the person who's been haunting her life and dreams for the past few years, let her have her solitude? Will it be a good intervention? *Sorry I don't do so well at summaries...*
Author's Note: Very angsty beginning, but it's very fluffy at the end. I hope you all enjoy. I needed to write something other than my other story, A Brave Soul, for a bit. Please comment, and tell me what you think. Maybe a sequel/deeper inquiry to this main plot line, sometime after A Brave Soul is finished... maybe, but I don't know. Enjoy!!!

Eternity

Faster paces, rythmic moving, hard and faster caresses, tolerable passion, incredible cruelty and routine. This was how they lived. The most “beautiful interracial couple” to ever meet the media’s eye: Taye Diggs and Idina Menzel.

Sure, to the public they looked like the perfect couple, even with the Tabloids telling the entire universe he was cheating. But that didn’t matter to Idina anymore. In fact, she had once been the cheater. But that itself, didn’t matter anymore, because soon they would be no more. Not much did matter though. Her album did, her family, and her pets, but not him. Nothing had mattered much anymore since the last performance she had with her Glinda. Her Kristin, and her secret lover.

That’s what they were; a secret. And that secret died the day she had left. Idina lost herself in her work, trying to make a new Glinda, but none of the other girls could quite live up to Kristin Chenoweth. He had found out and that secret was what had brought this divorce on. She didn’t seem to care. Granted, she still loved Taye with all her heart and soul, and he knew that, but there was no a stronger heart and soul tugging at her own. It had been for years now. And it wasn’t fair to Taye.

Beauty, brains, giggles, soft and gentle caresses, with whispered and hushed words. That was the life Idina had known, only three short years ago. She missed it.

Idina sighed as she smacked her alarm clock, groaning at the date. May 30^th, 2007. The day she turned thirty six. She knew that today would be like any other day, with the exception of not having to be anywhere, talk to anyone she didn’t want to, or see anyone she didn’t wish to see. And quite frankly, she didn’t want to see, talk, or be around anyone. Not even her.

Rolling out of bed, showering, and making her way slowly down the street to Starbucks, she was lonely. She missed companionship in general. She hadn’t seen her husband for almost three months, due to the pending divorce and it’d been even longer with her family. Shrugging it off, barely making her way out of the path of a crazed taxi cab driver, she continued her solemn march to the lonely café on the corner.

Entering the cozy environment, she smiled as the smell of roasted coffee beans raped her senses, bringing her more into the world. This is what she needed; caffeine. Then she could go about her day. Yoga, a little food, some essential shopping, and then home to sit in front of the computer, looking at pictures from the past. The past was safe.

“Good morning Idina, the usual?” The coffee girl asked, with a beaming smile.

Idina smiled back and nodded, without saying a word. The Starbucks’ team got her order ready in record time and she was ready to face the real world for a little while longer. Deciding against going back home and sulking for three hours, she sat down at a four person booth, hiding away from the life of the busy streets of New York City.

“Taylor the latte girl…” a beautiful voice rang out, with a cheerful laugh as the girl at the register giggled.

“Morning Kris, what’ll it be today?”

Idina about dropped her foam cup as she sat in silence. No, not today. Today was her day damn it and she wanted things to go her way for once. Not her way!

“Hm, I don’t know.” She placed a finger to her chin, blue eyes sparkling like lost sapphires. “Surprise me ‘kay?”

The girl laughed again and nodded.

“I’ll be in the restroom, be right back.” Kristin said, turning towards Idina’s booth and walking towards her.

Idina shrunk away from the oncoming traffic of the beautiful, bubbly blonde. She was absolutely stunning. Her hair had her normal long blonde extensions, a white baby t-shirt clung to her form and hugged her breasts, while a pair of faded blue jeans covered her tanned legs.

Humming “Taylor The Latte Boy” to herself, she smiled at the few customers, until one of them, made her stop dead in her tracks, mouth hanging open. She saw Idina, sitting there, in sweats and a tank top, trying to curl herself into a corner.

“Oh my…” Kristin whispered, seeing the thinning woman sitting not five feet away from her.

Idina sucked in a deep breath and held it. Maybe she’s not talking about me…

“Dee…” She whispered, not moving a muscle.

Idina sighed and gently smacked her head against the glass, looking towards the sky with tears in her eyes. They hadn’t seen each other for close to three years, only had talked a little to try and smooth the edges that had been frayed by the loss of ability to be honest and caring.

Why today God? Idina asked, not speaking a word. Can’t I have one single day without her plaguing my thoughts, hopes and dreams? I can’t do this… not today of all days.

Kristin noticed the tears in her eyes. “I uh… Happy Birthday Dee…”

It was a whispered phrase that wracked Idina’s body with sobs. Kristin didn’t care if she didn’t want her to be there or not; she simply couldn’t handle seeing her like this. So she slid herself onto the seat next to her and gently pulled the sobbing woman into her arms.

The movement and tenderness made Idina cry even harder. She just wanted to be alone. That’s all she ever was nowadays anyway. Why today? Why did whoever was running the universe, be it God, or some other holy being, want her to be hysterical on the only day she had to herself? It wasn’t fair.

“Honey, please, don’t cry…” Kristin said, tears breaking her voice.

“Kris… I, please… just… go away.” Idina said, reaching out and clinging onto the white t-shirt that made Idina jealous because of its closeness to the blonde.

Idina’s head was resting on Kristin’s lap, and Kristin sighed as she ran her fingers through the straight brunette hair. Kristin knew Idina probably better than anyone, and she knew that she didn’t want to be left alone, despite what her mouth threw out into the open.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby,” Kristin said, hoping to calm the sobbing woman in her arms.

The pet name didn’t help matters any, in fact it made things worse. Kristin, who was Idina’s “baby” only called her that when she was loosing control. And Kristin was right; Idina was loosing control.

The two women sat like this for a few more minutes until Idina spoke up. “Promise?”

Kristin giggled and ran her hand over Idina’s shoulder, “I promise sweetheart.”

Slowly Idina sat up, however not breaking contact with the blonde. Kristin sighed as she felt Idina fingers intertwine themselves with her own and a head that smelled like vanilla shampoo found its way to her shoulder. The two sat like this for a few moments, just enjoying the peace, before Kristin broke the silence.

“Let’s go back to your place, where it’s a little more private,” Kristin started, causing Idina to lift her head, which was followed by her eye brow with a smirk that seemed to be erasing her tears.

Kristin giggled and blushed, “Wow honey, I didn’t mean that! I meant so we can spend time together, and talk.”

Idina smiled and gently nudged Kristin out of the booth. Kristin giggled and made her way over to the counter to receive her coffee. While she was paying, she felt two arms snake around her waist from behind, and a head drop to her shoulder. She smiled and a light pink blush accentuated her cheeks, but she didn’t care.

If anyone had ever been paying attention to the signs, they would know by now that Kristin Chenoweth, the straight southern girl, was in love with the beautiful Jewish girl she used to work with. After being without her for so long, she had realized that she was in fact in love with the woman, and didn’t care who knew.

After paying for the ritualistic coffee, the two silently made their way back to the apartment. When Kristin entered, things were different. Idina had told her, through a very depressing and heart breaking email that she and Taye were getting a divorce, but the apartment made everything more real. Things were missing, Sammy was gone, and only Coltrane and Ella resided with the brunette. It was quiet.

Kristin sighed as she plopped herself down onto the couch next to Idina, curling herself next to the brunette. Idina smiled and placed a kiss on the top of the blonde tresses.

“I miss this,” Idina whispered, wrapping her left arm around Kristin’s waist, looking for a hand to hold.

Kristin giggled as she let her hand be held, “Well, we both already know that I do too.”

Idina smiled, pulling the blonde in closer. “Do you really promise to stay with me?”

Kristin pulled herself out of the embrace and turned to Idina. “Do you want me to stay?”

Idina nodded, looking down at her ring-less left ring finger. “Yeah.”

Kristin pulled Idina’s chin up to gaze into her eyes, “I mean, do you really want me to stay?”

Idina gave her a confused look, “What do you mean?”

Kristin sighed and cleared her throat, “Idina, I am deeply in love with you. I have been since the day I met you. Granted, we fucked up, and made some bad choices, but…”

Kristin groaned and rubbed her temples with both hands, searching for the right words.

“But what baby?” Idina asked, tears making themselves known again in her eyes.

Kristin looked into Idina’s eyes, and as usual, found the words that were right there, staring back at her with all their green and gold flecked glory. “Do you want me?”

Again, a confused look.

“Idina Kim Menzel, I love you, okay? I’m willing to share that with everyone. I’m sorry I left you,” she was crying now, “God, I’m so sorry.”

Idina’s tears freed themselves, “I love you too…”

Kristin leaned forward and captured the lips that were only mere inches away from her own, elicting a sob from the slightly younger woman. “Please,” she whispered against the lips, “Be mine… forever.”

Tears turned into passion as Idina’s eyes shined brighter than they had in years. She sobbed as she nodded and pulled Kristin towards her, and whispered a simple “yes.”

The hours, days, months that followed were hectic, busy, and very scary. But they got through it all; together. The passion that was created, that burning sensational passion, so many years ago, never left as the two made their way through. Documents were signed, things were put into boxes and moved into a completely new apartment, but finally, after so many years of tears and shared secrets behind closed doors, they got their dream. The passion, love, devotion, and commitment, never fled their souls, and they were together once again, for eternity.

A Brave Soul, Parts 3 & 4/?

Tue, 29 May 2007 04:02:54 GMT

Title: A Brave Soul
Author:
greengirl_2006

Rating: NC-17 for series, R for these chapters
Disclaimer: I do NOT own anyone who is famous in anyway. I do, however, own Teri, for she is me...
Summary: Part One: Teri and Kristin go back to her apartment and a phone call kicks off a very welcome story of love, passion, and a little angst. Part Two: The first part of Kristin's story.
Author's Note: Hello everyone! Thank you for the support and reviews!!! I decided to post TWO chapters tonight because, well, I love you all so much and I felt like I needed to have these two chapters together to get the creative juices for the reviews, flowing! Much love... yay!

Chapter Three

As they entered the apartment, it was quiet. Where was Maddie?

Kristin didn’t say anything and it made Teri worried. What if something had happened to Maddie?

“Uh, Kristin, where’s Maddie?” Teri said, deeply enchanted by the luxurious apartment.

Kristin giggled, “She’s with a friend of mine. I don’t like to have her be all cooped up on Sunday’s. I have two shows and she’s home all by herself, all day. I feel bad for her.”

Teri sighed and smiled. “I was worried.”

Kristin laughed as she threw her purse onto the counter and kicked her shoes off. “Make yourself at home kiddo.”

Teri smiled and made herself comfortable on the plush white leather sofa.

“Do you want anything to drink?” Kristin asked, her head inside of the almost empty refrigerator.

“No thanks.” Teri said, situating herself to be comfortable.

Kristin came back out into the living room and plopped herself down on one side of the couch. She sat quietly for a few seconds.

“Do you think I should call her, to make sure she’s okay?” Kristin asked quietly, playing with the plastic wrapping around her bottle of water.

“I think it’d be a good idea. You hit her pretty hard.” Teri answered honestly.

Kristin nodded and went to grab her phone out of her purse. She pressed the number two and the speed dial immediately dialed Idina’s phone number.

Idina, who had been bawling ever since she got back to her apartment, now sat on her balcony, with a lit cigarette in her left hand. Why had she been so stupid? She knew that Kristin would blow up if she knew Idina was there.

“Popular, you’re gonna be pop-u-lar…” The familiar ring tone brought hope into Idina’s heart as she tore through the sliding door and jumped onto the bed, grabbing her phone.

“Hello?” She said, breathless.

“Hey…” Kristin said quietly. “I just… I just wanted to say sorry for hitting you and … are you okay?”

Idina laughed, “Not quite….”

Kristin sighed, “I’m sorry Dee…”

“Shh, it’s okay. I’ll be alright. I just… can we talk?” Idina asked hopefully.

Kristin sighed again for the millionth time, “Idina… not now.”

Idina groaned and the tears made themselves known again. “Kris, I need to talk to you.”

Kristin, who was sitting next to Teri again, closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. “I can’t do this right now okay? I needed to see if you were okay, and you are. I’m glad that you’re okay. I want to talk to you, God; I want to talk to you… just… I can’t right now, okay?”

Idina, who was sitting up on her bed, nodded, “Yeah, okay. Whatever.”

“Dee, please don’t make this any more difficult than it already is…” Kristin pleaded through the phone.

Idina sighed deeply, “Okay. But when?”

“I don’t know…”

“Shit Kristin, you can’t do this to me… after slapping me, I think you owe it to me to at least talk to me. Jesus Christ, you really haven’t changed much.” Idina spat out into the phone.

“You know what Idina. Screw you,” Kristin’s body tensed up at the very rude remarks coming from the brunette, “I called to see if you were okay, not to get bitched out. I want to talk to you, not right now. I can’t. I’m sorry, you’ll just have to get used to the fact that I’m human too. You fucked up and hurt me, very badly. I didn’t have to call your sorry ass. So stop being a bitch okay!?”

Idina was quite taken back, she had only heard Kristin talk to her like that once before. “Okay. Just call me when you’re ready okay?” She said quietly.

“Okay.” Kristin whispered.

“Goodnight.”

“’Night.”

And with that, Kristin pressed “END” and threw her phone across the room, it smacked the wall and the battery flew off.

“God, she’s impossible!” Kristin growled, pulling her knees up to her chest.

Teri, who was slightly shocked at the conversation, asked Kristin a very simple question. “Then why do you love her?”

Kristin’s lips turned up into a small smile. “So you really want the story?”

Teri, noticing that Kristin’s anger had some what dissipated, nodded and crossed her legs, waiting for the blonde to begin.

“Well, it all started in the summer of 2001, in San Francisco California…”

Chapter Four

Summertime, San Francisco California, 2001

San Francisco’s Marriott Hotel

“I have a reservation under Taye Diggs,” Idina Menzel, who was in San Francisco to prepare the Broadway Musical, Wicked, before it hit the New York City Broadway fanatics, said to the receptionist at the highly swanky hotel.

As the receptionist typed away, trying to find her reservation, she looked around the hotel. It was purely beautiful and breathtaking. Under any other circumstances, she wouldn’t have coughed up the cash for such a fine hotel, but it was where the rest of the cast was staying and Joe Mantello insisted on her getting to know her co-workers better.

“Ms. Menzel I presume?” The receptionist asked, bringing her out of her daze.

“Uh, yeah. That’s me.” Idina said, placing the credit card back into her purse.

“Your room is on the 21^st floor, its number 16.” She smiled and handed Idina the credit card looking key. “We hope you enjoy your stay. Please remember that if for any reason your key doesn’t work, it’s because we need to validate it.”

Idina nodded and made her way over to the elevator. She breathed in deeply and sighed. She needed the work, God did she need the work, but she was nervous as all hell. What if the rest of the cast hated her or she wasn’t what Joe had been looking for and she got fired? The elevator dinged, announcing her arrival and she pulled her one suit case out of the elevator. The rest of her luggage had got lost on the flight, but would be arriving in the next few days. Luckily, she had packed a huge carry on bag and had enough of her supplies in there to last a few days. She arrived at room number 16.

After the door was unlocked, Idina pushed it open and started to move forward. One of the wheels of her suitcase type thing got stuck on the rug so she turned fully to pull it loose. Once it was loose, she turned and shut the door quietly. All of the sudden, the bathroom door swung open and a beautiful, tiny, blonde, dressed in a very revealing, pink bikini, emerged.

“Holy Jesus!!” The blonde squealed, trying to cover herself up at the sight of the stranger. “What in God’s name are you doing in my room!?”

Idina was shocked. For one thing, the blonde had a beautiful tanned body, and she was in her room. “Uh, I uh…”

The blonde groaned inwardly, “Well…”

Idina shook the image of the blonde out of her head, “This is my room…. Well that’s what the lady at the desk told me at least… and the key works, so obviously…”

The blonde sighed and reached out for her robe, which was hanging on the door handle to the bathroom. “Obviously, there’s been some sort of mix up. I’m sorry for being so rude and blunt, you just startled me.”

Idina blushed, “I’m sorry. I’m Idina…”

The blonde’s face became passive with a huge grin plastered to it. “Oh goody, I’m Kristin Chenoweth, or Galinda Upland from Wicked.” She giggled. The sound made Idina’s ears ring with glee, elicting a smile to form upon her lips.

She shoved her right hand out in front of her, “It’s nice to meet you finally. I’ve heard a lot of great things about you.”

Idina blushed, but smiled, “Like wise. I hate to make this meeting short, but I’m tired, so let’s go get the room situation taken care of.”

Kristin smiled and put her tiny feet into pink flip flop sandals. Idina turned and started pulling her suit case out of the room.

“You can just leave that here, we can come get it once we’ve got your actual room.” Kristin said.

The brunette shrugged, “Okay.”

Down in the lobby…

“What do you mean you’ve over booked?” Idina asked, rubbing her temples with her right hand. She was tired and getting a migraine; not a good combination. Whenever Idina had a migraine, it usually meant bitchiness would ensue shortly there after.

“I’m sorry Ma’am…” The receptionist said once again, typing even more quickly into the computer. “The next available room opens up in a week. I really can’t do anything for you until then…”

Idina groaned and put her head down, on top of her arm, on the high counter.

“You can stay with me…” Kristin said, quietly. “If you want that is. Of course, you’d have to share a bed with me…”

Idina turned her head, not letting it leave the comfortable position on her arm, “I couldn’t impose like that…”

Kristin smiled but shook her head, “Not at all dear. I have plenty of extra room, and the bed is definitely big enough.”

Idina smiled at the kind hearted blonde. “Okay then.”

The receptionist was about to open her mouth when Kristin’s hand flew up, “I don’t want to hear it. You overbooked, she’s a part of the cast that is all staying here, and she will stay in my room. Enough said. Thank you for your time.”

And with that, she turned on her heel, “Are you coming Dee?”

Dee, she thought to herself, flashing the receptionist a shit eating grin, I like that.

“Yes…”

The two girls arrived back in the room and Kristin made room for Idina’s stuff in the dresser. Idina, who was almost completely exhausted now, plopped down on the bed.

“Mm, this is nice.” She said, resting her left arm above her head and her right on her stomach. “Which side of the bed do you want?”

Kristin giggled and shrugged, “Whichever side you don’t.”

Idina smiled, “I’ll take the left side then.”

Kristin nodded and removed her robe, tossing it onto a chair across the room. “Well, everyone’s expecting me at the pool, so yeah. Imma go…. You want to join?”

Idina groaned and moved her arm so it was blocking out the light, “Nope, migraine.”

Kristin giggled softly again and placed her hand on Idina’s shoulder. Idina could feel the warm hand through the fabric of her t-shirt, and it made her blush. “I hope you feel better soon sweetheart…”

Idina peaked one eye out from behind her arm, “Thanks… I’m sure a nap and lots of darkness will do the trick.”

Kristin smiled again, “Well I’ll see you later then.”

Idina grinned as she felt the weight remove itself from the bed.

Maybe this won’t be so bad after all…She thought to herself as sleep took over.

A Brave Soul, by greengirl_2006, Part 2/?, NC-17

Sun, 27 May 2007 20:35:53 GMT

Author's Note: Thanks to all of you who commented. This is being posted in my journal and in Chenzel_love because i know some of you are probably just as impatient as i am when there's something i like waiting for the mods to post it. So, enjoy!

Chapter Two

“What…” Kristin stammered as Teri leant her a hand to help her off the ground. As soon as she was on her feet, she marched over to Idina and slapped her.

“What in the fuck are you doing here?! Why are you here! Leave me alone!” Kristin yelled into the brunette’s face.

Idina’s cheek burned, just as it had done the night when Kristin slapped her after she told her she couldn’t get a divorce from Taye. She respected him and his career too much to do that to him.

“Answer me Idina!” Kristin said, squeezing her fists into balls.

“I… I just wanted to see the show, that’s all…” Idina stammered.

“So you hide behind a fucking trash can?” Kristin growled.

“Kris… I’m sorry. I should have...”

“You should have done a lot of things Idina, and we both know this. No, wait. You shouldn’t have done a lot of things.” Kristin said; as she turned on her heal to face Teri.

“And you! You have no right, at all to question me!” Kristin said, jabbing a finger into Teri’s chest.

“I … I told you that you didn’t have to answer it. Jesus.” Teri said, rubbing the spot where Kristin’s finger tried to push through.

Kristin sighed and rubbed her eyes, “I’m sorry for hurting you, I just… I will not do this. I’m leaving. It was nice to meet you, Idina, go fuck yourself. Bye.”

And with that, she turned on her heal and made her way to the car that was waiting for her. She got in and slammed the door, leaving Idina there to glare at Teri. Suddenly, as she noticed that Idina looked as if she wanted to kill the stranger, Kristin rolled her window down.

“Teri, get in.” She said, causing the stranger to have a very confused look on her face.

“What?” Teri asked, confused.

Kristin rolled her eyes, “I said get in. I’m going to take you back to your hotel so you don’t have to be in the middle of New York City, by yourself at midnight. Idina, do you have your car?”

Idina, who was taken back at this statement, simply nodded her head. “Good, now I don’t have to look at you anymore.”

Idina felt tears spring to her eyes as Kristin’s words burned into her brain. She shook her head and turned, leaving the two and making her way to her car.

Teri shyly sat down in the limo next to Kristin. Kristin’s driver took off, leaving the theater. Kristin hadn’t said a word to the girl and she didn’t look like she was going to. It was very awkward.

“Kristin… I’m sorry. I had no right.” Teri said quietly.

Kristin sniffled as tears filled her eyes and threatened to break her. She had been doing so good to forget Idina, and tonight had shattered everything she had worked so hard to forget.

“No,” She said, clearing her throat and wiping her eyes. “It’s okay.”

Teri shook her head, “I really am sorry though.”

Kristin smiled weakly through her tears, “I know.”

Teri looked down at the leather seat, “I didn’t mean to upset you or anything. I just… I had to know, you know?”

Kristin laughed and nodded, “I understand honey. It’s just… everything was so screwed up and…” She took a deep breath, “I told myself I was over her, and seeing her, not you asking me about her, but seeing her, brought everything back.”

Teri nodded her head, knowingly.

Kristin took another deep breath and calmed herself. “Now, where are you staying?”

Teri blushed, and laughed. “Uh, actually, I don’t have anywhere to stay. I came up here with a reservation, but somehow the hotel overbooked and someone a little richer than I am, got my room.”

Kristin laughed, “Well that sucks. Do you have any where you could stay for the night?”

Teri shook her head “no”. “I don’t know anyone from New York. I came to see your show, planning on being here for one night, and then when I got here, everything kind of went to shit.”

Kristin sighed, where was she going to take this girl? “How old are you?”

“19.” Teri answered.

Kristin looked at her wide eyed. “You can’t be serious! 19 years old, from Nebraska, alone in New York City, with no place to stay. You are crazy!”

Teri laughed and blushed at the same time. “I’ve been told that a few times in my life.”

Kristin laughed and patted Teri on the knee. “You can stay in my guest room if you’d like…”

Teri’s head snapped to her right as she stared at the woman like she had green skin. “I… I couldn’t impose like that. I think I’ve done enough damage.”

Kristin shook her head, “Nope. You’re staying. As long as you’re not some crazy psycho serial killer or anything. And don’t rob me.”

Teri laughed full heartily. “I’m from Grand Island Nebraska… Do you actually think I’d do any of that?”

Kristin laughed along with the girl. She was starting to like this stranger. “Nope. I understand completely. I’m from Broken Arrow remember?”

Teri nodded and sat back further into the leather seat. She had a smile plastered on her face and Kristin noticed it. “What?”

Teri shook her head and laughed. “I just can’t wait to see my friend’s faces when I tell them that I spent the night in Kristin Chenoweth’s spare bedroom!”

Kristin rolled her eyes and playfully slapped Teri on the shoulder, which made her laugh even harder.

After a few minutes, Teri’s laughter had subsided and she noticed that Kristin had a blank look in her eyes. “You okay?”

“Hm, what?” Kristin asked, giving her attention to the girl.

Teri smiled, “I asked if you were okay?”

Kristin gave Teri a sad smile. “Can I tell you something and you promise not to tell anyone?”

Teri nodded. “Pinky swear?”

Teri laughed, “Pinky swear!”

They wrapped their pinkies around each other and Kristin sighed. “I… I just miss her.”

“Idina?”

Kristin nodded as she let out the sob she had been holding for so long. Teri shh’d her, and gently wrapped her arms around the tiny famous woman. She was a little taken back by the public display of affection for Idina, or semi-public. But she rubbed Kristin’s arm and held her as she cried.

The car stopped and the driver opened the door for the ladies. They stepped out of the car and made their way into the building. When they got to the elevator, Kristin turned to Teri.

“Can I tell you what happened and have you promise not to let anyone know…” Kristin’s eyes were pleading, “I … I need to talk to someone about it. It’s been killing me ever since I left that damn musical.”

Teri nodded and when the elevator dinged, she prepared herself for a very interesting story.

A Brave Soul, Part one... new story

Sun, 27 May 2007 02:47:14 GMT

Title: A Brave Soul, Part 1/?
Author:
greengirl_2006

Rating: NC-17 for future happenings...
Disclaimer: I do not own Kristin Chenoweth, Idina Menzel, Michelle Federer, Norbert Leo Butz, or anyone else who is famous. I DO however own Teri, because, well.... she's me! ha...
Summary: A desperate fangirl in search of some answers seeks out Kristin Chenoweth during her run of The Apple Tree. She finds her and some interesting things begin to happen. Idina makes a surprise appearance, breaking the blonde Broadway star, and she tells the fangirl their story. *I suck at summaries, please just read it.... you know you wanna.... ;)*
Author's Notes: This is simply an idea that has been coming to me so quickly I can't type it out fast enough. These events do NOT happen in chronological order of the past, so please bear with me. I'm trying to get things right, but since I know neither Idina or Kristin, it's a bit difficult. Thank you for understanding, and on with the story! Please R&R...

Chapter One

The evening’s performance was immaculate! Kristin Chenoweth, star of The Apple Tree, did a fabulous job performing her four roles, just as she had done every single night of the week. Her quick transformations between roles could make anyone’s head spin. And it sure made Idina’s spin.

She hadn’t known that Idina was going to be there at the show. Hell, she wouldn’t want Idina at the show, but Idina needed to see her. She hadn’t seen her in person for over a year or so, and needed to see the bubbly blonde. She needed reassurance that this person, who she fell so madly in love with, actually existed. Maybe it would help her come out of the shell of a life she had been living lately.

As the curtain fell down, hiding the cast, and the crowd roared with a standing ovation, Idina sighed, smiled and made her way out of the theater. She made her way around to the stage door, and hid behind a dumpster. She couldn’t let Kristin know that she was there, but she needed to see her.

Idina could see the few fans waiting outside of the stage door, waiting to meet the star.

She is a star, Idina thought to herself, trying not to be noticed. I just wish I could hold her again…

Idina noticed a few of the girls that had been regulars at the stage door of Wicked, and she smiled. Devout fans were the shit.

The door flung open and out she came. Graceful as ever, a smile plastered to her face and her fans went crazy. Well, all 5 of them standing at the stage door. Idina drew in a deep breath, held it and steadied her breathing, not wanting to be heard.

“Kristin!!!” A few of the girls yelled and she smiled and walked up to them.

“Hello there, did you guys enjoy the show?” She asked, somewhat not caring.

They replied with the normal “of course,” and “It was amazing” or the “You are wonderful Kristin…”

Idina rolled her eyes, and noticed a slim blonde girl, with red highlights and glasses standing off to the side. She was wearing jeans, tennis shoes and a black DARE t-shirt. She grinned, she liked this chick already. Who needs to dress to impress, if you only need to impress yourself. That was her motto.

The blonde waited as the other four girls got autographs and pictures with the star. They flounced off giddily, leaving Kristin alone with the strange girl.

“Hello,” Kristin said, shaking the girl’s hand. “Who do I make the autograph out to?”

The blonde girl laughed, “I don’t want your autograph Kristin. I mean, it’d be awesome, but I really just wanted to ask you a question…”

Kristin looked puzzled, “Uh, sure I guess….”

The girl put up her hands in defense, “Don’t worry, I’m not the paparazzi or anything. Just a fan, who needs something answered.”

Kristin visibly relaxed, “Okay, shoot!”

The girl laughed, “My name is Teri. I’m from Nebraska, and a huge fan.”

Kristin gave Teri a genuine smile, “It’s nice to meet you Teri. You’re from Nebraska, huh? And you came all the way to New York City to ask me a question?”

Teri nodded and blushed, with a smile. “Yeah… it’s really important to me.”

Kristin grinned, “Well, I’ll do my best to answer it then.”

Idina looked at the two of them, talking like old friends. Who was this chick from Nebraska? Surely she wasn’t just a “fan”. There was something about her that made Idina feel like she had known this person for a long time, and she didn’t know if she liked that feeling. She looked on.

Teri looked down at her shoes, “It’s a bit personal.”

Kristin patted the girl on the arm, “Like I said, I’ll try to do my best to answer.”

Teri looked back up and smiled at the star. “It has to deal with Wicked, and well… It’s about someone who was in the cast of Wicked.”

Kristin blanched. Shit, she knows about Idina.

“Oh, uh… okay…” Kristin stammered, obviously flustered by the statement.

“You really don’t have to answer if you don’t want to…” Teri said, trying her hardest not to make the Broadway Star nervous.

Kristin took a deep breath and blew it out, “I’ll try…”

“Okay then,” Teri said, “Why aren’t you and Idina together…”

Kristin’s jaw dropped, “Ex… excuse me?”

“Never mind… it’s just…” Teri sighed, wringing her hands together. “It’s just that, it’s obvious. Or was obvious. The way you two would look at each other, the “I love yous”, the interviews, always touching, holding hands, your last performance…”

Kristin sat down hard on top of a crate that was next to the stage door. “What about my last performance?”

This girl had really got her thinking. She didn’t ever want to hear the name Idina ever again, but for some reason, this young girl, who couldn’t be older than 20, brought her up out of the blue.

Idina, who was still hiding behind the dumpster, thought she might puke. How the fuck does this chick know about us?

“Do you remember it?” Teri asked.

Kristin nodded, but she was still confused. “I do, but I don’t know how you would get the idea that Idina and I were anything more than friends…”

Teri laughed, “Please Kristin. Idina asked you, “Please stay with me…” and you started sobbing like it was the end of the world. During “For Good”, you both could barely sing it. And at the curtain call, when she lifted you up and you almost put your legs around her waist, and she grabbed your ass… please Kristin.”

Kristin was in shock, literally. She stared at the girl with her jaw dropped, eyes wide. “I uh…”

Idina couldn’t take it anymore. She needed this chick to stop pestering her Kristin. No, not her Kristin, but Kristin. So she did what her heart, not her head, told her to do.

“Leave her the fuck alone okay?” Idina said, coming out from her hiding spot.

Teri jumped and Kristin screamed as she tumbled off of the crate onto the cold, hard cement.

Let It Go Chapter 1/?

Sun, 22 Apr 2007 05:07:49 GMT

So anyway... yeah new fic. It's my first Chenzel fic and I hope you guys like it!

Summary: Taye and Idina get a divorce but will Kristin take her back
Disclaimer: I do NOT own anyone in this story. I just like to play :)
Pairings: Chenzel, Trasario and possibly more to come.

Enjoy!!!

Chapter One

She had been sitting at her computer for hours. She didn’t know where the key board started and her frantic typing fingers ended. Tears burned her eyes and left frightened red marks down her cheeks and she frantically typed the two words into the search bar: Kristin Chenoweth.

She needed to find her. She needed to see her. Be with her, smell her strawberry shampoo, taste her strawberry lip gloss as their lips slid together in a perfect dance.

But she didn’t know if she’d ever find her again. She hadn’t seen the almost perfect blonde for a year and a half. She missed her.

“Baby, look at me…” tears making her choke on the words, “Kris…”

Kristin rolled over, slowly opening her eyes, she glanced at the woman standing over her and let out a deep sigh. “I can’t…”

Those two words ripped her soul apart and left her heart barely beating. Why couldn’t she just tell her the truth? She didn’t love him, want to be with him or even see him ever again. But something was keeping her from just opening her mouth and spewing the contents out.

“I can’t…” Kristin sat, pushing her away from her, “I won’t!”

That was the last time their lips touched, fingers entwined and eyes burned into each others. She needed this woman.

The cell phone sitting to her right vibrated the computer desk, bringing her back to reality. She looked down at it.

TRACIE, it read.

She didn’t want to deal with Tracie right now. The whole “Trasario-love” bullshit was actually making her think that there was something going on between Rosario and Tracie, but right now she didn’t care.

She knew that Tracie had probably talked to him, and was just concerned about her. She sighed and picked up the phone, just before it hit the voice mail.

“…Hello?” Tracie said, into the receiver.

“I’m here…” Her voice was small and shaky, but the weakness behind it even frightened her a little bit.

“Oh honey, I’m coming over… Ro’s coming with me.” Tracie said, making up her mind for her best friend.

“Okay,” She said in a small voice, “George, the door man, will let you up. It’s unlocked.”

Tracie’s voice barely made it into her brain as she said, “I love you honey. I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”

She sat the phone back down and clicked on the Windows Media Player icon. She scanned through her thousands of songs on her playlist, but she didn’t want to hear anything but her voice. She clicked on “Borrowed Angels,” by Kristin Chenoweth and the soft, beautiful voice rang out through the speakers. She put her head in her hands and closed her eyes, listening to the beautiful sound threaten to break her soul even more. She sobbed.

“Tracie, what are you doing? Why are you getting dressed…?” Rosario asked groggily as she was woken up from her nap, from the sound of dresser drawers slamming shut.

“We have to go to her Ro…” Tracie said, stopping in front of her dresser, feeling Rosario’s lithe arms wrap around her waist from behind, “She’s loosing herself. First she lost Kris and now… Taye.”

Tracie let a sob rack through her body. Taye had been her best friend, lover, confidant, but in the end none of it matter as she found him, in her own bed, sleeping with some trashy prostitute.

“Shh baby,” Rosario soothed, kissing Tracie’s bare shoulder, “Let’s go to her.”

Sure enough, 15 minutes later, George let the two worried women into the lobby of the apartment building, and they almost ran to the elevator.

Rosario pushed the number 15 button and the doors to the elevator slowly closed. Tracie wrapped her arms around Rosario from behind as the elevator shuddered to life as it ascended the 15 floors. Rosario knew that Tracie was scared. If it hadn’t been for Rent, for her… Rosario and Tracie would have never met, and would have never fallen in love.

Rosario turned slowly in Tracie’s arms, kissing her softly on the nose, “it’s going to be okay baby…”

Tracie nodded as she felt a hot tear sting her cheek. “I hate him. And I hate Kristin…”

Rosario frowned and kissing Tracie’s quivering lips softly, “No. You don’t hate Kris; you are disappointed with her… Don’t let her hear you say that about Kris, it’ll be bad Tracie, you know that… But him…”

Tracie looked into her lovers beautiful brown eyes, “You hate him too. And she does now too.”

Rosario nodded and sighed as she felt the elevator jump as the reached the 15^th floor.

Still she sat at the computer, now with her head on the desktop, arms clutching her own stomach because of the pain of sheer hurt, and rejection by the two people she loved more than life itself. She had put “Borrowed Angels” on repeat and silently sobbed when she heard the beautiful lyrics.

She didn’t even hear the bedroom door open or the soft steps coming up next to her. When she finally opened her bloodshot eyes, she looked into Rosario’s beautiful eyes and let herself fall to the floor. Crumbling into a shaking, emotionally beaten woman, she sobbed and softly screamed as Rosario and Tracie held onto her, promising not to let go.

“Shh Dee…” That was what Kris had called her, all the time.

“Don’t…” She sobbed harder, hearing the pet name. “Don’t call me Dee… please.”

Rosario looked into Tracie for support and comfort, as did the other girl. This was going to be a long, hard night, and neither one of them had any idea what Idina was going through.

“Okay baby…” Rosario said, lifting the taller woman up to her feet, helping her stand on shaky knees. “Let’s get you some water to help you calm down okay?”

Idina nodded against Rosario’s shoulder as she felt Tracie’s fingers softly wrap around her biceps and pulled her out of the bedroom into the living room.

Idina fell into the couch and pulled her knees to her chin, looking at the centerpiece on top of the table. It was a glass, 12 inch black witches hat that had the words, “For Good” carved into the brim of the hat in pink and green letters. She shuddered when she remembered getting the gift.

“Hi baby!” Kristin nearly sang as she entered the diva’s dressing room.

Idina smiled at the giddiness of Kristin’s enter and let herself be pulled up from her vanity chair into a soft, but loving embrace.

Kristin sighed as she smiled, cuddling into Idina’s chest even more. Idina planted a soft kiss into the shimmering blonde hair beneath her chin.

“I have a surprise for you my love,” Kristin said, pulling back. She lifted herself on to her tip toes and kissing Idina chastely on the mouth with a beaming smile.

“Kris…” She was cut off by the soft lips on hers.

“I know I know, you don’t like surprises…” Kristin said, spinning on her heal and headed over to the couch. She picked up a medium sized package. It was wrapped in black paper with rainbow stars, scattered throughout the design.

She turned and reached out for Idina’s hand. Taking the soft hand, she pushed her gently onto the couch and placed herself over Idina’s thighs. Straddling her.

She handed her love the package. “I hope you like it.”

Idina smiled, and then kissed Kristin’s cheek softly. “I know I will, it’s from you baby.”

Kristin beamed as Idina carefully opened the package. Kristin let out a little giggle because of the careful way Idina opened the package. Kristin had told her it was quirky the first time she had seen her do it, but Idina said that it was just something else Kristin could love about her. Of course, she said this sarcastically, but it made Kristin’s heart leap at the idea of there being so many things she loved about this woman, sitting underneath her.

As she opened the box and pulled out the centerpiece, happy tears fell down her cheeks. She looked into Kristin’s sapphire blue eyes and nodded with a huge smile.

“Yes baby,” She kissed her lips softly, “For Good.”

Tracie’s arm wrapping around her shoulders brought her back to life. Why was this all happening?

“Talk to us…” Tracie said quietly, squeezing Idina’s shoulders lightly.

She sighed and put her head on her knees. “I just… I need to see her.”

Tracie nodded as Rosario sat on the coffee table in front of the two women. She was blocking the view of the hat and somehow it made it just a little bit easier for Idina.

She took a calming deep breath and decided to start at the beginning.

“When I found him… with,” Idina sighed and rubbed her eyes, “With that … person. I broke guys.”

Rosario pulled a foot over to her and started massaging the foot.

Idina continued, “I found them in my bed. No, not my bed, Kris and my bed. He violated the last place she had been in my life. When I asked him about it, it wasn’t the fact that he had cheated on me, because …”

She laughed, “He said that the reason he did it here was to get back at me for all the times I had Kris in there with me.”

Tracie was appalled by Taye and clutched her hand into a fist, “But…”

“No Tracie,” Idina said softly, “There’s more.”

“I asked him why he even cared and he said that he loved me.” Idina laughed again, “I said “you love me?” and he honestly shocked. Sooo…. I let him have it. Menzel style.”

Rosario laughed. She had been at the blunt end of the “Menzel Style” ass ripping on several occasions and it was not a pretty sight. Idina continued to tell the girls what had been said and that he told her he wanted a divorce. He also said he didn’t care about the back lash it would have on his career. He wanted out.

Rosario nodded but stilled her fingers and Idina’s ankle, causing the brunette to look up at her. “Then why with the crying… I mean granted, you just got cheated on and then with the rest of what happened, but why… I mean the Kristin… why?”

Idina sighed and slowly pulled herself out of the women’s embraces. She started pacing around the living room. “Do you even understand what she means to me?”

Tracie and Rosario shook their heads in unison. They were sitting together on the couch now, Rosario’s head in Tracie’s lap, looking at Idina.

Idina stopped pacing and stared at the two’s position, “Yeah, Trasario totally exists.”

Tracie smiled down at Rosario, who in returned laughed and kissed Tracie’s hand.

“That’s not the point Idina,” Tracie said running her hands through her girlfriend’s hair, “Tonight is about you, not us.”

Idina nodded. Where did everything go wrong with her life? She knew exactly when it went wrong. She had told Kristin she was scared about leaving Taye because she didn’t want to ruin any careers. Kristin was pissed and deeply hurt. She couldn’t even look her in the eyes.

“I couldn’t leave him for her…” She said, shyly, looking down at her feet, “I didn’t want to ruin anyone’s lives… it was selfish and stupid and…”

“You regret it…” a voice said from the doorway. Idina turned and saw her baby sister standing there.

“Cara…” Idina said as she collapsed into her sister’s embrace as sobs shook throughout her body. “I miss her so much sis…”

“Shh ‘Dina…” Cara soothed. “We’ll find her okay?”

Idina sat up, looking at her friends, her sister and then her hands. “I don’t think she wants me to find her…”

“How do you know that?” Cara said, lifting her sister’s chin with a finger. “How do you know that she’s not just as distraught as you are now…”

Idina shrugged, “She’s not…”

Cara sighed and blew her bangs from her eyes, “Will you just shut up and listen for once? God damnit Idina!”

Idina pulled away from her sister and looked at her friends with total shock. The two women on the couch just shrugged and gave Idina a “you’d better listen to her” look.

Idina sighed and quietly said, “I’m listening…”

Cara took a breath, “’Dina, all your marriage you were controlled. Manipulated, pushed, told what to wear, what do smell like, when to smile when to frown, when to look pissed and when to look happy…”

Idina had tears flowing down her cheeks but nodded, still listening with her mouth shut.

“Honey, I know you love Kristin with every fiber of your being, but you needed to be able to control some aspect of your life, and Kristin didn’t deserve that. You know that! When you told her that you wouldn’t leave him, but asked her to stay, begged and pleaded for her to stay, you were trying to control her life. How could you even think she would want to share you Dee!?!?”

Cara was up and yelling now, she was angry at her sister for being so naïve and concerned at the same time. She had never seen her sister like this before but knew that the only way to get through to her was to yell at her.

“I… I don’t know.” Idina said sheepishly.

“Did you want to share her? You didn’t want anyone to have her; the way you did… you couldn’t handle that. And she didn’t want to share you. Do you remember the time when Kris and I had lunch while you were in LA with Taye?”

Idina simply nodded.

“She told me…” Cara sighed, “She told me that if you and Taye didn’t break it off soon, she was really thinking about leaving you because she couldn’t handle it anymore. She’s just as lost as you are and needs you too but, she can’t be with you if you’re going to try and control her life Idina! Don’t you get that? She’s a beautiful, strong, opinionated, and very talented woman, and she doesn’t need you to control her!”

Idina had sobs making her body shake as she curled up into a ball on the floor by the breakfast bar.

“I… I don’t… want to control … her!” Idina half cried, half screamed at her baby sister.

Cara pulled her sister against her chest, “Don’t tell me that, tell her…”

Idina laughed through her tears, “She doesn’t want to see me. She changed her number, moved and completely cut off all ties to us…”

Cara smiled, “I know, but there is a wonderful show called The Apple Tree playing just downtown…”

Idina looked at her sister and then down to her sister’s hand. There was one ticket for the 7 p.m. showing of The Apple Tree for that very night. It was only 5:30 and she was up and in the shower in no time.

Let It Go Chapter 1/?

Sun, 22 Apr 2007 04:55:23 GMT

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kristin Chenoweth or Idina Menzel.... *sighs*
Rating: NC-17 because I say so... :D
Warning: High Angst

Chapter One