A/N: So I just watched Wicked for the 3rd time this Sunday and I got wee bit obsessed and this was the result. I apologize for everything about this story. I just needed an outlet to work out my newfound love for the musical. There may be a lot of spelling or/and grammar mistakes.

Chapter 1

Desperately Elphaba scanned the pages of the Grimmerie, trying her hardest to make sense of the words before her even as her vision blurred with the tears she refuse to let fall. Everything in her was screaming at her to go back, to help him, save him. To do anything to have him here, right by her side, even if doing so could very well mean her capture. It didn't matter. Her cause, her convictions. None of it mattered. Not anymore. Not when all she had to show for it was a dead sister and now Fiyero. The tears she tried so hard to hold back burned in her eyes as thought of the stupidly brave fool she was in love with. Why did he have to follow her? Why couldn't he have listened? She had no illusions as to what was happening to him. Her brushes with the Gale Force during her time on the run has taught her enough to know he would not be spared any semblance of mercy by the Wizards lap-dogs. Great Oz, would there even be anything left of him? She took a deep calming breath and continued to pour through the pages of the Grimmerie, determined to find a way, any way to save him. Like she wasn't able to save Nessarose. In spite of the bitterness of their last exchange she was still her sister, the sweet little girl she use to dote on and comfort whenever there was a storm. Oh Nessa. If only there was something she could do for her as well. Despite how far she'd fallen her sister did not deserve to die the way she did.

If only she never went to the Emerald City. If only she had the chance to find another way, any other way, none of this would have happened. If only she knew the truth about the Wizard. If only she could make sure things never get this far. She closed her eyes, the simple action causing a single tear to trail down her cheek, and took a deep breath. Nessa. Dr. Dillamond. Fiyero. It hurt. Great Oz how it hurt.

While for most such wistful thoughts were nothing more than mere fancies there was a reason why the Wizard and Morrible were so determined to get her on their side. Why in failing to do so they then saw fit to make her capture a priority in spite of their efforts to make sure no one would believe a word from her lips. As much as they feared her knowledge of their corruption they feared her potential just as much. Even as raw and untrained as she was she was more than a match for Morrible. What's more she had the Grimmerie with her. It was time she used it. Really used it. No longer content to just save Fiyero from this moment she turned back the pages and began looking for a way to fix this. There has to be something in here. There just has to be. What use was all this power if she couldn't save those closest to her heart.

With nothing left to lose Elphaba found what she was looking for and without a thought to the possible consequences began to chant, "Saha Nay Prae Tum Ister Fah Tum Antay Dayculum."

Over and over the words hummed from her lips, the tears she could no longer hold back blurring her vision as she willed the spell to work, willed with all the power she possessed for her wish to be granted. Not for the good of Oz. Not for the Animals she so wanted to help. For once it was not her simply wish to do good guiding her. No. Not this time. Good intentions was what has gotten her to where she was now, disillusioned, guilt-ridden and so utterly alone it felt like a physical ache that would never fade. She was done trying to do what she thought was right, what she was sure was for the greater good. This was for her.

"Tum Antay Dayculum..."

Frustrated, she was just about to stop her chanting in hopelessness when she felt an eerie spark run through her, a tingling that spread to every last inch of her body. Startled she stumbled backwards, body trembling as her vision began to darken. From nowhere she felt something suddenly crash into her, there was an explosion of pain and then she knew no more.

It was amazifying what a title and money could yield. Had he been anyone else Fiyero Tiggular, the Crown Prince of the Vinkus better known for his scandalacious reputation, was certain that rather than making his way to Shiz University in the middle of the year he would instead be forced to make his way back to the Vinkus. At times like this he couldn't help but be thankful for his father's insistence that he get an education. As much as he loathed to waste his days languishing in a classroom it was much better than having to shadow his father as he attended to his royal duties. This at least meant he would be able to retain some semblance of freedom, even if it was only for another year or two. With a tired sigh Fiyero leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.

With more than a few hours until they reached their destination he allowed himself to drift off. Just as he was about to get to a particularly good part in a rather pleasant dream he was having he found himself abruptly awoken from it when the carriage came to an unexpected halt. The suddenness of which manage to jostle him from the seat he was sprawled across to land in an unceremonious heap in the small gap below.

"What in hell?" he spluttered.

As he righted himself he frowned, especially when all that followed was the sound of his manservant Avaric hastily disembarking from the carriage and moving away from it. At the strange turn of events he couldn't help but wonder what the hell was happening out there. Now wide awake he opened door and popped his head out. With a glance around he was quick to spot Avaric on the ground by what looked like a pile of black rags.

"Avaric," he callled.

Clearly startled Avaric twisted around to meet his gaze. Upon catching sight of the panic in his eyes Fiyero jumped out of the carriage. Concerned overcoming his annoyance he began to approach, only to stop dead in his tracks when he realized what he initially thought were rags were not rags at all. As he took in the scene that greeted him he could see that the pool of black fabric was a part of what looked like an unfashionably long skirt, a long skirt adorning the body that was laying alarmingly motionless before his frantic driver.

"I swear the carriage barely grazed her," Avaric blurted out. "She just collapsed and I can't get her to wake up."

"How in Oz could you have missed her?" he demanded as took the last few steps towards the unconscious girl. The moment he got close enough he found himself blinking. At the sight of her unnaturally green complexion he couldn't help but wonder if he was in fact still dreaming. Dumbly he remarked, "Did you see green and thought it meant go or something?"

Ignoring his remark Avaric turned back to the girl and began begging her to "please wake up" and "not be dead". Unable to help but roll his eyes at the dramatics, especially considering she was clearly breathing and didn't look like she had a scratch on her, he kneeled down. Silently he hoped she only collapsed due to the shock of nearly being run over and not the alternative. Because really, the last thing he needed was to have a seriously injured classmate on his record. As he settled by her side he couldn't help but notice how smooth her skin was. The coloring aside there was not a blemish to be found. Not knowing why he reached a hand out. As soon as his fingers brushed her cheek he felt his breath catch. A light shock rushed through him. So quickly he would have thought it only his imagination if not for the lingering warmth he could still feel burning within him. While he was unsure of what just happened he was certain he wasn't the only one affected. For at that very same moment the strange girl let out a groan, her long lashes fluttering lightly against her cheeks as she struggled to open her eyes.

"Oh thank Oz, she's waking up," Avaric breathed out in pure relief.

Snapping himself out of whatever it was that overcame him Fiyero moved closer to her and asked, "Hey, are you alright?"

As if summoned by his voice she opened her eyes. The moment their gazes met her lips curved into a beautiful smile, her unfocused eyes looking up at him with so much longing and love he couldn't help but shift uncomfortably. Before he could remove the hand still settled upon her cheek a green hand covered his, holding him in place as she reached out for him with her other hand. Almost reverently her fingers grazed his cheek, tentative and hesitant, as if she was afraid he might disappear.

"You're here," she murmured breathlessly, her eyes shining with what looked like the beginnings of tears.

Frowning and not knowing what ese to do he was about to explain to her what happened when he suddenly felt the touch of soft lips upon his. Startled to find his vision blurred by a mess of black hair and green skin Fiyero placed his hands on her shoulders and was about to gently push her away when she wrapped her arms around him, her hands caressing a surprisingly sensitive spot on the nape of neck as she deepened the kiss. At her touch he felt whatever remained of his senses immediately melt away. Almost unconsciously he ran his hands down her shoulders. Then snaking them around her waist pulled her closer to him, unable to help but to respond with a fervour to match hers.

"Um... I guess you're okay then," he faintly heard Avaric say from his side.

Just as abruptly as it happened the kiss ended with the strange girl practically flying away from him, scrambling back as if she'd been burned. Breathing hard she turned her gaze to his side, to where Avaric remained, gaping uselessly at him. As her eyes became more focused he could see something akin to recognition within them. Had he been thinking clearly he would have questioned her reaction. However with his lips still tingling and his mind a confusified mess all he could think of was closing the distance between them again. More than a little dazzled Fiyero stared. His breath coming in ragged pants as he tried to get ahold of himself. It was then her gaze drifted back to him, her eyes running over him like a warm caress. She shook her head and took a deep, calming breath. Shakily she murmured a quick "sorry" before pushing herself up to her feet and dashing off.

For a moment all he could do was stare after her. When his brain finally started working again a slow smile spread across his lips. Green skin aside, from the way she was dressed alone he could tell she was far and away from his usual type. Even without a word he could tell she was much too studious and serious for him. Yet that kiss, great Oz, that kiss was not one he was going to forget any time soon. While a great many of the fairer sex have tried many was to try and get his attention no one has ever left such an impact. From the unexplained spark he felt when he touched her to the easier explained one he felt when their lips met, everything about her intrigued him.

Grinning he stood up. Then after bidding Avaric a quick farewell he made his way around the carriage and began heading his way towards the group of students he could see gathered around a large statue. He had some questions and since the subject of his fascination has disappeared he was sure his fellow students can more than fill him in.

Feeling as if her heart was going to beat out of her chest Elphaba fell back against the wall of the empty hallway she found her way to and tried to breathe. When she had awoken she had been so happy to see him, to see Fiyero whole and unharmed. It was all she could concentrate on. Even with the effects of the spell still lingering over her she could hardly contain herself. She didn't even try. It wasn't until they were interrupted, until she found herself faced with the familiar man who had the nerve to lecture her all those years ago for nearly waking up his master, that she realized what she'd done. With that so came the realization that the Fiyero she so readily embraced was not her Fiyero.

"This can't be real," she murmured to herself with a shake of the head. She couldn't really be back at Shiz, could she? The very thought was preposterousous, but she could not think of any other explanation. The Fiyero she just met was the same dancing through life idiot who made so much effort to try and appear like he didn't care even when his actions gave him away. From his bright red vest to his stupidly tight white pants. It was exactly as she remembered. At that she swallowed hard. For it was not long after this that Dr. Dillamond was fired. Then came her invitation to the Emerald City. To the day her whole world began crumbling down around her. It was what led to Nessarose's death. What led to Fiyero's capture. Almost frantically she shook her head. No. Not this time. She would not let any of it happen this time.

As unreal as it seemed she had succeeded with her wish. The spell had given her another chance. It had taken her back to where it all began. It her taken her back to a time where she could make a difference. To before the Wicked Witch of the West. As much as it scared her there was no way she was not going to make the most of this. There was no way she was going to sit idly by and let what happened come to pass. Not again. This time when she played their game she would not go in blind. This time she was going to make them play by her rules.