Just like my story 'It Was Her House That Killed Nessarose' this fic is based on Hannah Fury's WICKED inspired song of the same name. I'm planning to do a fic for all her WICKED songs. Check them out if you haven't already heard them, and enjoy...
Elphaba stood gazing out the window at the storm raging outside. Occasionally, a bolt of lightning would strike, illuminating the tiny room of her underground hideout.
She had her back to him, but even if she hadn't, and the storeroom that now served as her home and base of operations had been in complete darkness, she would've sensed Fiyero's presence. She supposed that's what being undercover for so long could do to you.
She was nervous. She had been on the run for five years, involved in the secret rebellion to overthrow the Wizard and free the Animals. At the moment she was safe, but it was only a matter of time before she was either captured or killed. She knew that letting anyone into her life could be fatal, but Fiyero was persistent, and like everyone else from Shiz she missed him too much to refuse; especially when he followed her home.
When he had first spotted her praying outside the Cloister of Saint Glinda she pretended not to recognise him, although, of course she did. And she was very impressed with his memory of her background. She figured that that combined with the way he had called her Fabala when he came after her when she headed home for the night.
She told him she couldn't let him in, but he had begged and pleaded and finally they had reached a compromise; he would stay away during the day and they would both had secret code names that no one but they knew, so that the utmost confidentiality could be upheld.
But, in all truthfulness she had grown to enjoy his company. In fact, she more than enjoyed it; she loved it. She loved him. She loved him enough to toss everything into the wind, at least for the time being. Now that Fiyero was a part of her life she believed it was the life they were meant to lead. It was their destiny. And you can't deceive destiny.
The world was falling to pieces, she knew that. Oz, she wouldn't even be part of the resistance if it wasn't. But somehow, being with Fiyero made everything okay. She was happy with her life, for once. She was fighting for a cause she believed in with all her heart and she had a romance that those giggling girls from Shiz could only dream about.
But she still had a job to do and she was still very worried. She'd told Fiyero that he couldn't tell a soul what he'd seen or a word that they'd said, but most importantly that if she wasn't at home when he arrived to see her, that he wouldn't go out looking for her. She knew that could get them both killed and she couldn't bear that.
"Fae," he said soothingly. "Please just come to bed."
She sighed. "Yero," She would never be able to argue with him. The simple sound of his voice, his mere presence made her feel safe; whole. "Yero my hero," she said, melting his heart as she crossed to the bed and found her way into his arms.