This is my first Wicked fanfic and the first fanfic I've posted in a long time so I hope it's not too bad. I read the book a few years ago and saw the play for the first time last November where this idea was born. It's just Fiyero's thoughts as he waits for Elphaba to come back after she goes to check on Nessa. Constructive critisism would be very much appriciated! Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Wicked isn't mine.
She had never asked for much from him; actually she had never really asked him for anything until that morning. She had had a vision about her sister and was worried; she wanted him to wait in the forest while she went and checked on her. He'd refused at first but after a huge amount of persuasion (both verbal and physical) he'd reluctantly agreed.
"As soon as I'm sure Nessa is safe I'll be back. Don't worry, I'll be fine."
He'd begged her not to go, told her she'd be killed if she was caught. She'd just rolled her eyes and sarcastically informed him that "it's rather difficult to catch something several hundred feet above you" and insisted that she would be fine.
When he saw that there was no stopping her he told her about Kiamo Ko; at least he could give her somewhere to run if she needed shelter. Then she'd kissed him and was gone.
He'd spent years chasing her; known that she was in danger of getting caught everyday. But that had been different. Then if she'd been caught, he could have made sure she escaped simply by opening her cell and letting her go. Those years had been lonely but they had at least kept him busy; she'd been more elusive than Lurlean. At least he had that comfort now.
But it didn't change his current position. He was useless; twiddling his thumbs while she was risking her life. She didn't know what they planned to do when the caught her, she couldn't even imagine. She knew they would torture her but she didn't know to what extent. They were going to break her. Force her to admit that everything she had done was wrong; that she was a fool and the Wizard knew what was best for Oz. She wouldn't break easily-she'd probably rip out her own tongue before even hinting at anything like that. They wouldn't let up, and when she finally broke, they would burn her alive in the center of the Emerald City…
No! He gagged and shoved the torturous thoughts away. She would be fine. She would come back to him. Then he would never let her out of his sight; hell, he was never going to let her out of his arms if she didn't get back soon. He smiled and let his thoughts turn to searing kisses…days spent in bed…weddings…
He couldn't take it anymore. He had spent his college days pining for her, the past six years chasing her and damn it if he was going to let her ruin his dreams for them by getting herself killed. She had never asked for much, never asked for a happy ending. But damn it, he was going to make sure she got one!
He leapt to his feet and took off running for Munchkinland.