Nobody believed in the Wonderful Wizard of Oz more than you did. You adored him since childhood...The statues of him all around Oz, the little hot air balloon tributes sent up into the sky for him on his birthday, the pop up books printed of the history of his reign...You always dreamed of meeting him one day...

You never knew your father and your mother died when you were young so there was always a large empty spot in your heart where your family...Especially your father should be...But you carried on.

You were a good student so you decided to make good. You always wanted to see the emerald city, to have position in the castle...Maybe even help the wizard somehow.

So you studied hard and worked your way up to a job in the city...and then into a special interning program in the castle! And eventually...as an intern assistant to the Wizard himself!

Of course he was a wonderful magical man! But you got to know the man behind the wizard illusion too...Oscar Diggs...A very sweet, kind somewhat eccentric man who in reality was very lonely. When he wasn't ruling Oz or addressing the people as a great leader he was quietly tinkering in his workshop or painting his miniatures in the tiny model of Oz he has.

You started out helping him with appointments and scheduling and occasionally assisting him in the workshop...But as the months went on sometimes he called you in and paid you just to keep him company. Just to sit and read with him in his office or walk with him around the palace gardens or listen to his old music from earth with him...

And the more time he spent with you the more he noticed things...the way you laughed, your eyes, your wit, your manner of speaking, your opinons were all his...He saw so much of himself in you...He confessed to you he always wanted a family of his own one evening in his office and you admitted to him your father was never very present in your life...

And then he realized...You could see his thoughts whirling as he asked you your mothers name...And it was an old fling he'd had in his younger days. His eyes widen and he suddenly looks like he might cry...You were his daughter. You were the right age and had his heart...

He very gently cups your cheeks and his face softens immensely with something heartbreakingly tender. "Sweetheart...I have a daughter? You're my daughter?" He whispers, in absolute awe.