AN: hey guys! This is my first fanfiction so please enjoy! I would like to thank my best friend who introduced me to fanfiction otherwise I wouldn't be where I am today :)

I would like feedback but try not to overdo on the bad things. Balance is the key!

Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked. If I did, I would be marching down right now to enlist all my favourite people to make a film of Wicked RIGHT NOW

She was fast. He would give her that.

Had it not been for the training provided by the fraud they were now running from, he would be finding it hard to keep up. However, it had paid off. He was stalking her again, but this time it was different. She was actually willing him to chase her because she now knew of his reasons for the time he had spent hunting her, all laid out like an open book. He grinned like a fool as he fully realised that now she knew everything he had been trying to tell her. The object of his thoughts had just slowed down in front of him at a fork in another never ending corridor to the exit. He took this as an opportunity to tell her his ironic finding in the change in their relationship

'Elphaba' he said, grabbing hold of her shoulder, 'don't you find it funny that-'

SLAP!

Fiyero's inside joke was cut off as he reached to hold his throbbing cheek, instead his internal thought process was focused on the fact that despite her size, she had one Oz of an aim.

'You IMBECILE! What in Oz NAME do you reckon you are PLAYING AT! You, Captain, have just cost valuable time for an escape and all because you just happened to have the most Oz damned thought that following me would improve your chances of turning me in! Well didn't work out did it? We're now both being chased and I don't want-'

Fiyero was confused. She was acting as if this was a strategy to return to the Wizard. He thought he had made his intentions very clear back in the Throne Room He wanted to be with her, escape with her. OZ, he lo-

'And to be honest, I think I have been very calm until now, letting you waltz after me without throwing curses but then you have the nerve to ask if I find this funny! Oz, I'm so mad, I can't decide where to hit you next!'

Elphaba was fuming. How dare he! He had the audacity to still be following her, probably leaving a trail for his dim guards to pick up later.

'Elphaba, you don't understand, I want to come with you. Not catch you unawares and drag you back to that poser! I've wasted all this time searching for you, do you think I'm going to let you run off again?' Fiyero hissed.

'Why do you keep saying that? There is no need to try and gain my trust, I could lose you by just turning a corner, letting you go back to your grand celebratory ball. All you're doing is making yourself look suspicious the longer you pathetically try and tag along after me!'

'Well maybe I want to look suspicious, because I want you to have to take me with you because I want to be with you and because I WANT YOU!' Fiyero yelled back.

'I THINK I HEARD SOMETHING OVER THERE' came the voice of a guard, almost upon them.

'Now looked what you've done!' seethed the Captain

'Me! You're the one deliberately trying to draw their attention' the green witch cried.

The sound of the footsteps was growing closer, one corridor left and they would be spotted. Knowing that he was going to pay for this later, but was not about to lose hold of her again, Fiyero clamped his hand over her mouth and pulled her into an alcove just in time for the men to fly past.

When they had progressed down the corridor, Fiyero looked down to meet a pair of eyes glaring at him with such aversion, it was a surprise his hand was intact.

'mfff grgrth ffe yfff gthhreee rfthgggll refffh!' was all that came from the smothered mouth of the emerald woman.

'Nope, sorry Elphie, but I can't understand a word you're saying, maybe I should take my hand off you' smirked the hunter.

As he uncovered her lips, Elphaba glared at him as she recovered her breathing.

'Fiyero?'

'Yes?'

Elphaba smiled in such a sickly sweet way Fiyero shuddered in fear

'Cover my mouth again, and from that moment onwards you will no long be able to feel the wind in your hair'

'Got it'

Elphaba sighed. 'So you've lost your guard. No need for you to pursue me any longer'. And with that, she made to pick up her broom and leave for the now deserted.

Fiyero was not having that. 'No. I don't want you to leave. Not without me anyway', grabbing her hand to stop her in her tracks.

Don't worry, got one more bit to go, otherwise it would be a bit odd to end here.

PLEASE review so I know whether or not I should write anything else :P