A/N: Yes, stupid me is starting another fanfic! I don't expect it to be too long, but you never know with these kinds of things. Basically, it's Wicked from Fiyero's POV. It will cover events in the musical, as well as some scenes we don't get to see, and may become a little AU, depending on where I feel the muse taking me. No songs. This is something new for me, because even though I've done Fiyero one-shots before, I usually make Elphaba my story focus. Updates will come as often as possible, but my other two fics take precendence over this one, so I'm not making any promises.

Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked, but I do own two tickets to see it in New York on March 14th!

Here We Are, Sir - Shiz University

I stared skeptically up at the school in front of me. Brick, ivy-covered walls, courtyard with a flower garden overlooked by a statue of the founder…yep, your typical university. It certainly didn't look any different from anything I'd ever seen before.

Shiz University. The thing that interested me most about it was its distance away from my home. Home being, of course, the Vinkus. My kingdom, eventually, if I didn't just die of boredom at school before then.

"This is it?" I asked my manservant, Avaric.

He nodded. "Yes, sir." He climbed out of the car, pulling my luggage with him.

"Well, don't worry. I won't last longer at this school than I did at any of the others." I joked.

Avaric smiled appreciatively. "I'll send your belongings up to your room for you, sir."

"Well, goodbye then." I said to him. There wasn't anyone nearby, so I held out my hand and he slapped it, and we knocked fists before I turned away to look for the head's office.

I'd heard about Madame Morrible, the headmistress of Shiz. She sounded like your normal fussy old hag, not unlike my former heads. In time, I'd either ground them to tears or aggravated them with my stubborn resistance to education so much that they suggested I find 'another outlet through which to put my unwillingness to learn' – and expelled me.

Madame Morrible didn't seem much different, at first. I found her office easily enough, and she ushered me inside and poured some tea, apparently beside herself at the opportunity to not only meet, but teach, a real prince.

"So, Mr. Tiggular – is that how I should address you? – welcome to Shiz University. Let me be the first to assure you that we have nothing but the highest hopes for your continued education here…" Blah, blah, blah.

She pulled out my former school record and as her eyes skimmed it, I kept expecting them to widen with shock at my numerous expulsions. But when she replaced the paper, she was still smiling. It was eerie.

"Well, everything appears to be in order. I hope you enjoy your time here at Shiz. You know where your room is, correct? Good. I urge you to go and explore the campus, young man."

I left. This headmistress seemed…different than the others. Different wasn't good. I sighed and glanced down at my schedule. Supposedly, I had history now. Of course, it would be helpful if I knew where the heck the lecture hall was…

I glanced around to see if there was anyone in the courtyard who might be able to help me. There were a few students milling about. I zeroed in on a pretty blonde who appeared to be doing her best to ignore a chattering boy, either a short Gillikin or a tall Munchkin. As if she sensed me watching, her blue eyes met mine and she flashed a bright smile, tugging on the boy's sleeve. He glanced over, unimpressed. I decided the girl, at least, seemed friendly, so I sauntered in their direction. She reacted, flipping her hair flirtatiously.

"Were you looking for something or…someone?" she trilled, batting her eyes.

I whipped out my schedule. "Uh…yeah, some sort of history class, or something?" I shrugged to assure her I wasn't that interested in the location of said class.

The Munchkin, for it was clear what he was up close, jumped in helpfully. "The history building is way over there, my friend."

"Oh, don't be rude." The girl chided him. She turned to me brightly. "We were just in that class, it's over. I'm Galinda Upland, of the Upperuplands…and this is Biq." She waved her hand dismissively in the Munchkin's direction.

"It's Boq," Boq corrected automatically.

I extended a hand. "I'm-"

"Oh, don't be silly, I know who you are!" she giggled, squeezing my fingers. "Prince Fiyero Tiggular, of the Vinkus. Should I call you Your Highness?"

I felt my face redden. "No, just Fiyero, please, Miss Galinda."

"You can call me Galinda."

"Great. So, uh, what does one do for fun around here?" I asked casually.

Boq managed to get between Galinda and I again. "We've been studying!"

Galinda gave an exaggerated sigh and rolled her eyes at me.

I grinned. "Well, I see that once again the responsibility to corrupt my fellow students falls to me. Fortunately, I'm up for the task."

"Ooh, sounds like fun!" Galinda squealed.

"Loads," Boq muttered. Galinda poked him.

"What's the most swankified place in town?" I asked.

"That would be the Ozdust Ballroom," Galinda said, curls bouncing. "Incidentally, there's a school dance there tonight."

"Sounds perfect. Pick you up around eight?"

Her smile widened. "That would be wonderful."

"Um, Miss Galinda?" Boq asked tentatively. "I was wondering…would you save a dance for me? I'll be right there waiting for you, all night."

"Oh, how kind! But…do you know what would be even kinder?" Galinda asked, plainly thinking fast about what, in fact, would be 'even kinder'. Her face lit up, and she nodded toward a pretty younger girl in a wheelchair not far away. "See that tragically beautiful girl? The one in the chair?"

"Miss Nessarose?" Boq asked, nonplussed.

"Yes, her. It's so unfair that we get to go to the dance, but she doesn't. I know someone," she gave Boq a pointed look, "would be my hero if he would invite her."

"I could do it!" Boq exclaimed, practically falling over himself in his eagerness. It was somewhat pathetic.

"Oh, Biq, you would do that for me?" Galinda asked, feigning excitement.

"I would do anything for you, Miss Galinda!" Without a further glance in my direction, Boq hurried to the girl in the wheelchair, Nessarose, and began to wheel her away. "Miss Nessarose, there's something I'd like to ask you…"

Galinda turned triumphantly back to me. "Where were we?"

"We were discussing me taking you to the dance tonight."

"Oh, yes. You'll pick me up?"

"I can't wait."

She flashed a smile over her shoulder as she skipped away, joined halfway across the courtyard by a flutter of other girls in similar gowns. By the way they assimilated naturally around her, she was obviously the leader.

I turned away to find my dormitory, but not before I spotted another student skulking in the corner. Long black hair in a braid lashed out as the figure dived into the shadows, but not quickly enough to stop me seeing something I decided must have been a trick of the light.

Green skin.

A/N: Just a little introduction, obviously a recognizable scene. Let me know if I should continue this!