This is something I know that all of us Fiyeraba addicts dream about. What would happen if Fiyero and Elphaba kissed during the Lion Cub scene? Well, here is my answer! :)

Also, I'm uploading this on Wicked Day. Today is the 8th anniversary of our favorite musical, and I'm going to the Matinee this afternoon! :D I'll tell you how it was next chapter ;)

I would like to dedicate this story to my amazing Beta, DeeplyShallow, although she only read the first few chapters, she did keep me motivated :) and she may not even recognize this because I changed the name at the last minute…

Disclaimer- I do not own Wicked, or any other references stuck in here that I may have subconsciously wrote since this story was written over the course of the summer in which the final Harry Potter movie was released and I just had a crazy summer :P

Everlasting chapter 1

"You're bleeding." Elphaba said quietly, noting the scratch on Fiyero's cheek.

"I-I am?" he asked dumbly, distracted by the beautiful, brown eyes in front of him.

"It must have scratched you." She said, pointing towards the cage behind her, but not looking away from the eyes of the first person whom had willingly helped her.

"Yeah…. Or maybe it scratched me…. Or… something…" he trailed off, completely fascinated by this strange girl, determined to stand up for what she believed in. she was like a breath of fresh air to him. A green hand reached forward and touched his cheek. He slowly leaned forward; she unconsciously leaned as well, before they knew it, their lips met in a small, chaste kiss. Fiyero went to deepen the kiss, as his hands tangled in her long, dark curls.

She almost let him, but she abruptly pulled away, "Fiyero, no!" she exclaimed, breathing ragged. She immediately jumped to her feet and backed up, "Fiyero… we… I…um, bye." She stuttered then ran off. Fiyero got onto his feet and watched her retreating form.

"What just happened?" he asked himself. The Lion cub howled, seemingly in answer. The prince knelt down to the cage, "Well," he said through the metal bars, "Looks like its just you and me. Come on, let's get you somewhere safe." He picked up the cage, traveling deeper into the forest, all the while replaying the scene between him and Elphaba in his head.

"Or you wouldn't be so unhappy."

She had said it as though it were the most obvious thing in the world, yet even his own parents couldn't see it. She had known him for only a few weeks. How had she seen through him so easily? And when she had touched his hand. His cheek… Oz, he couldn't even find the words to describe it.

For the next few days, Elphaba avoided Fiyero like the plague. The prince had used this time, after many attempts to get her to talk to him, to do some serious thinking. Every time he thought of the moment they had shared in the forest grove, he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if they were together. He thought of the way she read him like a book, the way she would always stand up for what she believed in, how beautiful she was. He thought about how much he was beginning to care for her.

How much he liked her.

Elphaba did her fair share of assessment as well. Of course the guilt of knowing that she had kissed Fiyero clawing at her conscious every time Galinda went on about how he was being distant was virtually unbearable. But it she also couldn't relieve the desire to reflect on how his hand felt in her's, how soft and gentle his lips were, how she thought that perhaps he could be a man she could easily give her guarded heart to.

Finally, after nearly a week of serious deliberation, Fiyero caught up with her by the statue in the courtyard one evening.

"Elphaba!" he called out to her, she began to run again. "No, Elphaba, I need to talk to you."

The green girl turned to him, "What?"

Fiyero sighed, the speech he had planned suddenly escaping him. "Elphaba, I like you. A lot." He settled for, "Oh, well, I guess I'll just have to wing it…" he thought.

"Fiyero…What in Oz are you talking about? You don't like me, okay? You're not supposed to like me. Now, if you will excuse me, Master Tiggular, I have to get back to my dorm before curfew." she said sternly.

Fiyero stopped her, "Elphie…Fae, I want to be with you. Not Galinda. Why can't you see that you're smart, caring, and beautiful?" The green girl scoffed at the last statement. "Fae, I know that this really isn't how I usually go about a relationship, but I think that we may have something."

"But, Galinda-"

"Is not the one for me. Please, Elphie. Just give me a chance."

Elphaba sighed, and considered him. This wonderful, beautiful, kind boy wanted to be with her. She knew that with a single brush of the hands, and that kiss, that she had fallen head-over-heels, even in that short amount of time. She mentally cursed him for being so enchanting.

Now here he was, almost begging her to give him a chance, when, in her mind, it should have been the other way around. She was the one not worthy of him. "Okay." She finally agreed, unable to fight it any longer.

"Really?" he asked in disbelief.

"Yes, really." She smiled. He went to kiss her, when she brought a finger to his lips to stop him. "If, we tell Galinda tomorrow. I don't want to keep this from her."

"Alright. I just hope she doesn't kill us…" Elphaba nodded in agreement, she really didn't want to lose her only friend. "Can I kiss you now?"

Elphaba rolled her eyes at his dramatics, but obliged.

She never thought that she would be swept off her feet by 'Prince Charming'. She was no princess, after all. Yet, she was the one to literally get her prince.