Umm.. I'm just warning you that this oneshot is rather dark and morbid. If you are upset easily by death, I would not read this. Though I think it does give Elphaba a bit of closure. Spoilers to Wicked, and possibly to Son of a Witch.


I knew something was wrong. The air was off. I was tempted to run away from the flat before I even opened the door. I knew something was bad.

Malky was nowhere to be seen. That was the first, but most minor thing to be off.

There was blood, so much blood. I nearly retched, but then I heard it, the soft moan of pain.

"Fiyero?" I call, praying(me, actually praying!) I was right, praying I was wrong.

"Fa... Elpha.."

"Yero?" I turn. He had collapsed in the corner. He'd been beaten and left for dead. "Fiyero!"

I run to him. Looking at him, I knew two things. The first was that he loved me. The second was that he'd lost far too much blood to survive.

"Elph..."

"Shhh.. Hush." I neal over him, aware of the sticky blood coating me and my clothes. It left a tingle, similar to the burn of water, but I don't react to it. I place a hand on his cheek. "Fiyero who did this? The Gale force?" He's able to nod, more with his eyes than anything else. I almost choke. I lay myself beside him. I can see the cheerful moon outside, and it's haunting. How could the moon and stars be out on the worst day of my life?

I hold his hand. I tell him everything. The crush I'd had on him at Shiz. That I had never really loved anyone before him. I took a deep breath, and told him that I had begun to think I could be pregnant. With effort, he reaches to put a hand on my stomach. "L-love you Fae."

"I love you to, my hero." And I hear him stop breathing. And I want to die with him.