So, this is based on something by...I can't remember. Someone did a wee story about why Elphaba went West, and I just think that it was because of Fiyero. Personally. But I'm weird like that...Sorry. :)

Just a little, teeny tiny one shot. To dispel the writer's block on Down by the Lake...Chapter 10 soon, hopefully. :D

R&R?

The West.

To Fiyero, it meant home, and the most beautiful sunsets in Oz. Now, it also meant Elphaba. He couldn't fathom why she had chosen to flee there, but he could only hope that his beloved country was keeping her safe. He himself was doing his best on that same count, taking the position of Captain of the Gale Force Guard just to keep the Wizard and Morrible from finding her.

As much as he loved Glinda, his fiancée, Elphaba was his life. It was blatant even to the perfect little blonde that he was supposed to be marrying. Most of Oz thought he spent his days and searching for her and his nights planning her capture. In truth, he spent his days leading his men away from where he thought she might be, and his nights gazing out of the Western window of his office.

"Alright, Fae, you said look to the Western sky…I'm looking to the Western sky, so where in the name of Lurline are you?" he muttered, resting his head on the cool stone. He jumped as a pair of arms slid around his waist from behind. "Glinda, darling," he smiled weakly, turning around to face her. The tiny blonde gazed up at him with eyes full of adoration.

"I brought you some dinner!" she smiled enthusiastically, seeming a little too proud of such a little thing. Fiyero wasn't hungry.

"Thank you, Glinny…" he grinned, kissing the tip of her nose. She melted against him, but moved away to stare out of the window. Her cerulean eyes gazed longingly at the streaks of orange, yellow and purple, almost as though she could imagine her best friend as a streak of black soaring through the air.

"Why the West?" Fiyero murmured after a moment, standing companionably by Glinda's side. He felt her stiffen.

"Don't you think that I've wondered that ozillions of times? Maybe she just wanted…Something different." Glinda said quietly. "Or maybe…no, that's a silly thought." she added, waving her hands at her own stupidity.

"What is it?" Fiyero queried.

"I got the feeling that Elphie…well…that she went to the West, because it reminded her of you." she admitted. Fiyero reeled.

"Reminded her of me? Why would she do that?"

"Oh, Fifi, honestly. She was in love with you,"

"Elphaba? In love with me?"

"Dearest, sometimes you can be a real dolt! Yes, she was in love with you. Plain as day." she chuckled, apparently unaffected by her best friend being in love with her fiancé. Fiyero, on the other hand, was nowhere near as calm. Glinda saw his reaction to this news, and tactfully left him for a while. She wasn't worried; Fiyero loved her, not the green girl.

The poor young woman was spared the truth, as she was well out of earshot when her husband-to-be leaned on the window sill.

"I love you, Elphaba." the young man whispered into the night, a small smile gracing his lips.

To the girl perched outside on the roof, those four words healed her broken soul. Her startlingly green skin blended with the emerald city around her, keeping her perfectly camouflaged. Her thin, beautiful face lit up when she heard his calm, soothing voice.

"I love you too, Yero," Elphaba murmured, wishing from deep in her heart that he could hear her.

Inside the room, Fiyero almost thought he heard her answer.