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A/N: New story because it's been stuck in my mind for ages. Elements from The Proposal and maybe a couple others used. Majorly OOC. Really badly written because i was trying to get it down before i forgot it.
Chapter One
The sun gleamed against the building walls of the Emerald City. The rays hit the pathways and refracted into an array of rainbow colours. The hooves of horse clopped against the roads. The nonsense chatter of people rang out through the Emerald City. Propaganda posters lined the city walls as people hurried past them trying to get their last minute coffee before heading to work. Unless you're one Elphaba Thropp, late for work and are going to be skinned alive. Her emerald pigmentation made her highly recognisable in crowds, her piecing dark chocolate eyes made everyone avoid any eye contact with her, her ebony tresses were slightly curled and very thickly layered. Many people were not able to get past the colour of her skin, but a select few did. She didn't have many friends because she either; locked her emotions away from everyone or because of her demeanor or because she had set up barriers to protect her from hurt, but only one person had actually hurt her. Her lover. She shared an apartment block with her disabled, paraplegic sister, Nessarose, and her best friend, Glinda Upland of the Upper Uplands. She had only ever had two friends, her sister and best friend and one lover ever, who had left her once the incident happened, but she rid her thoughts of those past memories.
At the present moment though, she wasn't thinking about her appearances or her best friend or her once time lover. She was attempting to get to work before her boss skinned her alive. She ran through the streets. Dodging the crowds, trying not to stumble on the cracks and crevasses on the paths; hastily tying and pulling her hair up in a ponytail, her bag slung over one shoulder as she ran towards the office building.
She saw the revolving door up ahead and entered the office block. Her shoes clicked against the marble flooring, the walls were coloured a light emerald green; in dedication to The Wizard. People were running around like headless chickens in a sad attempt to not be late for work. Elphaba scoffed at the prospect, but then again she was one of those 'sad' souls late for work. She scurried through the main entrance, breathing a sigh of relief when she entered the main foyer of the office block; the elevator ride was peaceful; up to the fifty-first floor. The ride in the elevator felt excruciatingly long though. Elphaba kept checking the side panel anxiously as the elevator stopped to collect people. The elevator finally let out a ding and she was up in the fifty-first floor. Her heels clicked as she dashed to her office building. She headed down the hallway to her office, through many twists and turns she finally arrived at room 143 (her office). She fumbled with the lock, as she tried to open the door.
"Elphaba!" she heard a voice from down the hallway. Elphaba's body whipped around to see the figure. She gasped. Oh, Sweet Lurline save me. His azure-coloured eyes shone in the lighting, his tanned skin glowed and looked absolutely radiant, his lips void any show of emotion that came her way. She could see those beautiful blue diamonds on his chest because of the low neckline the shirt he was wearing had. His face was expressionless and was nothing like that time when they— Elphaba, stop thinking like that.
"Yes?" She asked, trying to rid her thoughts of her previous memories.
"Where's my schedule?" he demanded.
"On your desk, top left corner," Elphaba deadpanned, as usual.
He looked like he was waiting for something, but Elphaba just gave him a weird look, "You're supposed to be my assistant, so go and do what you assistants do and go assist me!"
"Yes Sir!" Elphaba said quickly and paced off to his office. She was quite intimidated by him, not only because of his position of power, but he was also the Crown Prince of the Vinkus and had piercing (emphasis on piercing) azure-coloured eyes that she could get lost in so often. Elphaba rid your head of those thought. Sure thing if I didn't have to see them so often. She had always felt so naked under his gaze and that's not only in the metephorical sense.
He entered his office and found his schedule, she accidentally knocked something over. She hastily put it back in its place, until something on his desk caught her attention. A photograph. She grabbed the photo frame and looked at the image inside the frame. It was of her and him when they were together. He had his hands around her waist and was spinning her around. She was smiling widely and he looked like he didn't have a care in the world. Elphaba missed the memory, she remembered it well though.
Flashback
4 Years Ago
"Fae," Fiyero called after her, "stop running from me."
"You know you love my running," she shot back.
"You know I do," he said and wrapped his arms around her waist, "I thank the Unnamed God for your high stamina, otherwise we wouldn't be able to do our 'nightly activites," he added suggestively.
She rolled her eyes and pretended to be deep in thought with chin-tapping, "Hmmm. I think you're right. Now come on I want some lunch," wriggling out of his grasp.
"Okay, where?" he asked falling in step with her.
"I don't care I just want to spend time with you."
"Oh stop getting so sentimental," he pretended to scold and wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her temple tenderly.
"You love me and my sentimentality."
"Too true," he said and kissed her chastely on the lips.
"Good, come on I'm hungry."
"Can't we go home and back to bed instead?" he whined in a child-like way, but he wiggled his eyebrows in a less than subtle way to indicate what he wanted.
Elphaba rolled her eyes, "You and your male mind."
"You love me and my male mind," he rebutted, "and other parts," and winked.
"You are so stupidly male; just thank Lurline that I'm so stupidly female."
"You stupidly female? How is that possible? My darling Fae, you're the smartest woman I know, hence why you're my assistant."
"Yero, don't remind me of that," she pleaded with him pressing her index finger to his lips and looking away from his eyes.
"Why? I love you and I want to tell everyone, why can't we just tell them?"
"Because I'm still your assistant and everyone would think you're taking advantage of me and they would talk and I couldn't stand if that happened to you."
"I don't care Fae, I love you and if they talk, I don't care."
"I guess, but your reputation and title—"
He gently pressed a finger to her lips cutting her off, "I don't care. I love you," he articulated and enunciated every word he said.
"I love you too, now lunch..." she said.
"I think I'll skip lunch, all I want is you," he kissed her passionately on the lips, before grabbing her waist and spinning her, "I love you," he whispered in her ear and setting her down again.
"I know. Never leave me because my heart would break and shatter into one million pieces if you did."
"Never," he kissed her again, "I'll never leave you," he kissed her and looked straight into the warm, dark chocolate eyes, "That's a promise."
They never got to lunch.
Flashback Over
A tear slipped from Elphaba's eye, but she wiped it away quickly. She composed her herself and headed back to find Fiyero flirting his ass off with a blonde secretary.
"Fiyero!" Elphaba said promptly.
"Yeah, whatever Elphaba, just go away," Fiyero said not taking his eyes off the blonde, "so what time should I pick you up?"
"Say around eight," she said and traced the blue diamonds on his chest that were showing and fluttered her eyelashes.
Elphaba rolled her eyes, he hates the fluttering eyelashes. He prefers subtle touches on the arm and how the hell did I know that?
"Sounds good to me," he said as he traced her jaw line.
Jealousy flared up in Elphaba and she stiffened. Stop it, her mind scolded, he's not yours anymore. Elphaba pushed the feelings out of her head and stormed off to her office.
She slammed her door so hard that the photo frames on the walls shook. She carefully realigned them and went back to her desk. Tears were staining her face, but she ignored them and wiped them away. She flopped herself in her leather chair and threw her legs onto her desk. There wasn't much in her office, only a simple wood desk in the middle, a bookself in one corner, a filing cabinet in the other and a window the length of the wall with a terrific view of the Emerald City. There was small table beneath the window that held things of value to her; her mother's green bottle, a few trinkest from when she was younger and a couple of photographs.
She checked his schedule for what he had today. Her eyes ran across the page, reading and letting every detail on the page sink in. She put her reading glasses on and opened her laptop. She started typing out her dissertation on the Welfare Of Animals for her University Entrance Essay; she was thinking about going back to university because she has a degree in Life Sciences and History and she doesn't use it with this job. Just as she was about to dot her last sentence a message came up for her on her computer screen form Fiyero.
Elphaba, come now I am in need of your assisting.
-Fiyero
Elphaba sighed and shut her laptop screen down and headed out the door to Fiyero's office. She knocked before entering and got the shock of her life. She sucked in a breath when she saw the scene before her. Her palms clenched into fists and her body stiffened.
The blonde he was chatting up earlier was on the sofa in his office, with her skirt zipper pulled down and the buttons on her shirt was undone and it was hanging loose on her body. He was on top of her and his shirt was discarded across the room and Elphaba could clearly see his blue diamonds across his chest; the one she used to kiss when they— Elphaba stop thinking like this. But she couldn't feelings of hurt and jealous flared up in her again, but she didn't make a sound or even move and her eyes were locked in his bare chest.
"Fiyero," the sultry voice of the blonde called from underneath him, "who's this?"
"No one special."
Elphaba tried to ignore the feelings of hurt and rejection that he had just said. No one will ever love you. Her father had always told her, but she felt more hurt than rejected.
"Fiyero..." Elphaba tried, but he didn't listen.
"Do you have something to say? Because I doubt it's important," he put blatantly and returned his attention to the blonde and kissed her on the lips in front of Elphaba, not really caring that she was right in front of him.
"I'll just go," her voice cracked forgetting the message he sent her.
"It's better for all of us," he said coldly.
"I just...came by to tell you that you have an eleven o'clock meeting and run through your schedule, but I can see you're busy. I'll just leave," her voice was cracking, but he didn't notice. Tears were threatening to fill her eyes.
"Goodbye," he deadpanned and returned his attention to the blonde.
Elphaba curled herself into the foetal position and cried. He obviously forgot that today was the day they met each other in the coffee shop by the road. The one on thecurb of the street. The one where they always discussed meetings and how many people at work were self absorbed and deeply shallow and it was the place where they fell in love with each other, but of course they stopped going there altogether when they broke up.
Flashback
5 Years Ago
Elphaba Thropp was late for her interview. She hurried through the Emerald City trying to find the closet Ozbucks. Her feet pounded against the concrete pathway as she ran through the city trying to find a place that sold coffee. She was already ten minutes late for her interview and she was absolutely screwed if she didn't make the interview. Her friend, Glinda, had pulled so many strings for her to get the interview. Elphaba was trying to pay the rent so her sister and she could live together. So far she was just scraping enough to afford the rent. Glinda had felt sorry for her friend and offered to buy the house for them, putting into consideration that she was the heiress of a wealthy Gillikin, she could afford to pay for her friend's house, but Elphaba insisted that she would make her own living. So Glinda pulled a lot of strings with her parents so Elphaba could get an interview. It worked, but they only agreed to one interview. Glinda thanked them profusely and told Elphaba the joyous news.
Elphaba finally found a small coffee shop on the curb of the end street. She didn't really care where she got her coffee from, she just needed some coffee. She entered the small cafe, which was really small, but it had a nice warm glow inside it. It felt like a home. The walls were lined with posters of when local bands were playing, poetry recitals, book readings and general directions for the public. There were no propaganda posters on the walls and Elphaba smiled. This was what all coffee shops should look like, she thought. There were small wooden chairs and tables scattered around the small space of the room, it wasn't overcrowded, but it wasn't exactly spacious.
"One caramel and hazelnut coffee with two sugars please and pronto," Elphaba ordered at the counter quickly.
"Of course," the girl behind the counter said and dashed off to the coffee.
Elphaba was bouncing on her toes and wringing her fingers together; anxious to get to her interview. When the girl finally handed her the coffee she rammed straight into the person behind her, slipping the coffee all over her white shirt and his black one.
"Oh My, I'm such a clutz," Elphaba said as she began to rummage furiously in her bag for a napkin, but he handed her one, "thanks," and she began to dab away at the stain, like it would do any good though.
"Oh no, I apologise, it was my fault. I shouldn't have stood so close to you," he insisted and dabbed at the stains on his shirt.
"No," Elphaba said, "It was my fault, I was in a rush. I should have been more careful. I'm sorry."
"No I apologise, I insist and let's not talk about this anymore," he said and handed her another napkin.
"Thanks, but as much as I would love to continue this conversation I must call my interviewer and tell him I can't make it."
"Oh you have a job interview?" he said, "I apologise for any inconvenience."
"It's okay," Elphaba grabbed her phone out of her bag and dialled the number. As soon as Elphaba pressed the call button, Fiyero's phone rang.
"Hello, Fiyero Tiggular speaking."
The colour from Elphaba's face drained and she looked at Fiyero, "You're Fiyero Tiggular?"
"Yes, why?" he asked, "Hello? Are you still there?" he said into the phone.
"I'm Elphaba Thropp, the person who you're supposed to interview."
"Oh, you're Elphaba Thropp," he shook her hand in a very formal fashion, "How are you?"
She giggled and smiled, "I'm very good thank you and you?"
"I'm fine, but let's not stand around all day," he lead her to a table for two in the back corner of the cafe. He called over a waiter and asked for a caramel and hazelnut coffee with two sugars for Elphaba and a quarter strain cappuccino for himself and two bagels.
"How did you know that?"
"Know what?" he asked looking into her dark chocolate eyes.
"The coffee I had."
"Oh I have a way with coffee," he joked, her laugh has contagious and it rang throughout the cafe, "No, I just smelt the scent."
"Okay."
Their coffees and bagels arrived and he began the interview.
"So Miss Thropp—"
She cut him off, "Call me Elphaba, I don't like formalities."
"In that case then, call me Fiyero."
"Okay, Fiyero," she strained his name to get the point across.
"Okay, Elphaba," he did the exact same thing as she did, "why do you want this job?"
"Um... I actually don't know what the job is, my friend Glinda set it up for me."
"Glinda, my good friend, how is she?"
"Good and more beautiful than ever," Elphaba replied and pulled a bit off her bagel and popping it into her mouth.
"That's good to know. This job is my personal assistant. You will need to keep up with my schedule, help me with things around the office, collect photocopies, answer the phone, stuff like that."
"Sounds thrilling," Elphaba remarked dryly.
"It's not the best job in the world, but someone needs to do it. Are you still interested?"
"I don't really have a choice, I have no job and I need to help Nessie out."
"Nessie? Who's Nessie?"
"Oh, Nessie's my sister. She's a paraplegic, so I'm trying to provide for her," her eyes cast a shadow as she pretended to stir the milk in her coffee.
"Oh Elphaba, I'm so sorry." Now he understood how much she needed this job, so he did what any sympathetic person would do, "You have the job."
Her head snapped up, "What?"
"You have the job and not only that I'm doubling your salary."
"What? You can't do that."
"I can and will. Elphaba your sister needs you and I'm only helping," he said, "besides I like you better than the other applicants. Some of them I think only wanted to have sex with me."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive and to be honest you seem like a nice person, even if you look a little young, you seem quite nice."
"How old do you think I am?"
"Twenty five at the most if you're providing for your sister."
"Wrong. Eighteen."
"Sweet Oz, that's young, but what can I say, I'm running my own company at twenty."
Elphaba's eyes went wide, "You're only twenty?"
"Yep, I usually get that from people. So I'll see you at the office block in Ozwald Street on Monday at nine am sharp. Level fifty-one."
"Thank you so much," she said shaking his hand, "and thanks for the coffee," pulling out some money to pay him with.
He shook his head, "Keep it, you'll need it."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"Thanks, Fiyero, see you tomorrow," he said as she walked out the door.
It couldn't hurt, he thought, "Hey Elphaba," he called after her.
Her head whipped around, this motion made her ebony tresses glow in the sunlight.
She has beautiful hair, he thought.
"Was there something you needed?" she asked him approaching him, until she was a few centimetres from him.
"Um... I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me this Friday?" he asked uneasily then he hurriedly added, "because it's fine if you don't want to because we are going to working together and—"
She put her index finger to his lips, shushed him and said, "Love to."
Flashback Over
The memory still haunted her. Maybe if she'd never met Fiyero that day her life would be different. The tears continued their tracks down her face.
Very random story that came to mind. It will be multi-chaptered, but my main focus at the moment is Defying All Odds. If you want me to do more, just tell me. I hope you liked it because I think I quite like this story. Just to clarify a few things...
1. This will be more Musicalverse than bookverse, but will contain elements from the book.
2. This is majorly AU and OOC
3. Fiyero has blue diamonds because I felt like it. (Great reason, right?)
4. Is mainly told from Elphaba's POV in third person.
5. Glinda, Nessa and Boq will make appearances later and play a bigger role soon.
6. Fiyero and Elphaba share a past, I shall not specify details of this past, but they share one.
7. Fiyero seems so moody in the present than in the flashbacks because when he and Elphaba broke up something happened. You'll find out in later chapters.
8. The plot might be a bit confusifying because I'm establishing the settings and moods.
9. Elphaba and Fiyero didn't go to University together, so they never knew each other before they met each other in the Cafe
10. There are a lot of flashbacks in this story and when reading the flashbacks make sure you always read how many years before the present it is because they won't necessarily be in order.
I hope you enjoyed it.
Question of The Week. (I felt like doing something like this)
What's your favourite number?
Larri
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