A/N: So, here it is! That Wicked one-shot I was telling you about. Late last night I had a writing brainwave and this was what came out! Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: No, it's not mine. Fiyero belongs to Wicked, and the song belongs to whoever did Thouroughly Modern Millie.
Act I, Scene xii
Elphaba: Poor little thing, its heart is trembling… I didn't mean for…
Fiyero: What did you mean to do? Why wasn't I the only one you didn't do it to?
Elphaba: Oh look, you're bleeding… it must have scratched you.
Fiyero: Yeah… or maybe it scratched me. I better get to safety… I mean the cub… get the cub to safety.
Elphaba: Fiyero…
Fiyero walked briskly back from the park he and Elphaba had run off too, after the incident in the classroom. What had she done? That kind of thing is not supposed to happen. But, whoa - everyone dancing around, looking like they were some kind of marionette pulled by a puppeteer. It all looked so strange. But Elphaba almost looked serene, as if she belonged in the middle of something like that. Her green skin almost seemed to fit in with the chaos surrounding her.
Raindrops soon began to fall and Fiyero quickened his pace.
Why had she even cared so much about that Lion anyway? Just because he would become a lion wasn't anything to get excited about. Or... maybe it was. Fiyero quickly cast aside the thought. But then why had he grabbed the cage and run away with her? Elphaba had looked so worried and so distraught as they had ran through the Shiz complex. She kept looking at the cage he was carrying, looking like she wanted to be the one to carry it. Her eyes were bright and keen when they finally stopped and she inspected the Lion. Her passion for the animal was… amazing. He didn't know she could be like that.
By this time Fiyero had reached Shiz and quickly ran up the stairs to his dorm room. His roommate, Avaric, seemed to be out. Feeling a bit tired after the days events, Fiyero fell onto his bed.
Oh the places I would like to show you
Although I hardly know you
I've a funny feeling we make a perfect pair
Famous sites I want to see you seeing
The nights of you and me-ing
Me. You. We –
Fiyero jumped off of the bed, suddenly aware of where his thought had been taking him. He shook his head back and forth, trying to clear his thoughts.
Wait a minute! Just a minute! No, no, no, no!
Fiyero regained his composure, straightened his burgundy vest, walked to the room's only window and gazed outside.
I'm a Joe with just one aim
Every night to date a different dame
Call each one of them the same pet name
"Hey, baby!"
In a row, I have my ducks
Loads of girls to give me loads of yucks
Leave the cooing to the other clucks
I don't mean maybe
Got it good. What do I need with love?
Quickly turning from the window and feeling antsy, Fiyero paced up and down his room.
Always practice what I preach
Keep temptation at an easy reach
Stick to dolls who wash their hair in bleach
I'm happy
Come and go the way I choose
Never gonna sing the tied-down blues
Other guys would kill to fill my shoes
No wing-clipped sappy
Got it good. What do I need with love?
Feeling better now that he had reassured himself of his status, Fiyero sat down at the plush armchair he had insisted be in the room.
That was a near miss, talk about a close shave
Flirted with disaster
He raised his arms in the air, towards the Unnamed God.
There must be someone watching over me
Talk about a four-leaf-clover-me
He jumped off of his chair and grabbed his hidden stuffed animal. Fiyero danced around in a circle, waving the animal wildly about.
Peter Rabbit's missing footsie
Means I roll without a tootsie
Got it good. What do I need with love?
I got it good. What do I need with love?
Feeling hyper now, Fiyero grabbed his suit coat from his closet and hastily put it on. He grabbed Avaric's top hat and placed it on his head. Pretending to link arms with someone, he slowly marched down the pathway between the beds, towards the shared nightstand.
Skip the vows and all that rot
Tell the minister that "I do" not
Bright and breezy is the-
Birds and bee-sy is the-
Free and easy is the life I got
Fiyero reached the end of his march and dropped his arms to the side. He removed the hat from his head and held it over his heart.
Without her.
Although I hardly know you
Filled with a new found discovery, Fiyero jumped onto his bed, held his arms out wide, still holding on to the top hat and sang, trying to persuade himself of what he no longer knew was true.
What do I need with love?
I got it good.
He twirled around the bed.
Got it good.
Fiyero smiled grandly.
But now I got it bad!
He twirled around on the bed, flinging the top hat around, kicking his legs out and singing, by now, very loudly. Distracted, he didn't notice Avaric quietly slip in.
"What the hell!?" Avaric's mouth was agape with shock. Fiyero quickly dropped down onto the bed, feeling embarrassment rush through his veins. He quickly removed his coat, dropped the hat, punched Avaric in the shoulder and walked out the door.
A/N: So, whaddya think? Please review!