Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked. Gregory Maguire does. But most of you know this already! :D
AN: I wrote this during my math class last week. My original intention was to write something happy and adorable and fluffy, but this happened instead. This is also the first time I've actually posted something on here, so hopefully it's reasonable. Give thoughts, please! :D
One day, in the late autumn, Prince Fiyero Tigelaar was making his way down the dark alleyways of the Emerald City. Carefully making sure he wasn't being watched, he slipped into the run-down, dreary, corn exchange. One foot sturdily in front of the other, Fiyero climbed the creaking staircase and pushed open the door at the top. Expecting a room lit with just enough light to see and his lover reading under a blanket, he was surprised to find Elphaba pacing the room, hair in a bun, and in her favorite day dress. She seemed angry, or maybe upset. Either way, she hadn't noticed him yet.
"Fae?" the diamond-clad man called, his voice concerned. The girl's head shot up, looking uncomfortable as she recognized who was watching her. Finally, she spoke.
"Did I tell you to come tonight?" she grabbed a calendar off the table. That's odd, Fiyero thought, she usually keeps the calendar on the wall. "Oh, I did. Well, stay if you like. I don't have plans, but I'm not in the mood for sex. I'd like you to stay though."
"Fae, darling, you never pace. What's the matter?" Fiyero wrapped strong arms around the green woman, trying to comfort her.
"Stop!" she wrenched herself out of his grasp, and sat at the table. "I did something bad. I need to tell The Resistance that I'm leaving come the new year. I just don't know what whoever's in charge is gonna say." Suddenly, she slammed her delicate hands into the table and shouted "I'm so stupid! I hate this! Why couldn't I spend just two seconds thinking about cons-"
She was cut off as he pulled her long ebony tresses out of the bun, and ran his hands through it. "Shhh, Fae. What did you do? Why are you stupid?"
As if she had only just realized that their affair had been going on for months, she looked him sharply in the eye. "When are you going home? Your wife and children haven't seen you in four months. I want you to leave as soon as you can."
"Are you trying to get rid of me?"
"No! Well, yes, but not because I don't like you. I love you. I'd rather you not be in town when I tell my comrades that I'm leaving. You need to realize it could get ugly. Even if it doesn't, I can't hold you here. If you stay much longer, I doubt you'll be willing to leave."
"Fine, Fae. I'll get a carriage home as soon as the pass clears. I won't just leave you though. Next time I'm in town, I'll send for you, and we can-"
"No!" She stopped him, clearly having to use much effort to make this decision. "I don't want to see you again. Not tomorrow, not ever! Hell, not even now! Get out of my house!"
She appeared so fierce, he was honestly afraid of her. "Fine," he said, "Goodbye, Miss Elphaba. I'll never forget you." He made his way to the door, stopping right outside it. "I love you." And he was gone.
Elphaba sat on her bed, using a blanket as protection from her own tears. When she regained control of her emotions, she responded, though he could not hear her now.
"Goodbye, Fiyero. I love you too. And I won't forget you. I can't. I can't let you stay, for you'd never go back to your other children. I won't be responsible for your marriage failing." She glanced down, addressing her stomach. "I'm so sorry that you can't ever know your daddy. I promise to tell you all about him dome day. I love you just as much as I love him."