I know, I can't seem to update TLtDO twice in a row. But these ideas keep invading my brain! It's not fair! Anyway, this is the first installment of a four-part series of one shots about four of my stories: We're Not at Camp Courage Anymore, Dangerous, The Little Witch, and If/Then. Why no one shot for The Prince, the Green Girl, and the Phantom? Because I already did one for that story: Not that Guy. I'll be alternating this with Too Late to Die Old, and post a summary of each fic in the AN in case you haven't read it.

In WNaCCA, four crippled teens find themselves in Oz, while Elphaba, Galinda, Fiyero, and Nessarose wake up in the pine forests of South Carolina during the 1970s. The eight youths deal with evil dictators, oppressive camp directors, magic, and romance. This one shot involves Fiyero trying to convince Elphaba to relax and take a swim.

Enjoy!

We're Not at Camp Courage Anymore

Swimming

"You're ridiculous."

"I know."

"It's a twenty foot wide lake, Fiyero! And Oz knows how deep it is. I couldn't even swim back in Oz, let alone here! Plus, the others will be looking for us soon."

He grinned. "Fae, right now 'the others' can screw it. If that … movie thing is right, we probably won't have that much alone time once we got back home. As for your drowning fears …" I screamed in shock he lifted me out of Sara's chair. "I'll make sure you're safe."

He was carrying me to the lake, and I knew protests were futile at this point, but I still let him have it. "Fiyero, no! This is insane! You're insane! We're in our clothes! And not even our clothes, but Sara and Willie's clothes! We'll ruin them!"

"You've been arranging this reverse telethon thing all day," Fiyero said as he waded into the shallow water. "You deserve a break." We got deeper in, and pretty soon, the water touched my back. Fiyero looked thoughtfully at me. "Do you think you can float, Fae?"

I shook my head. "Absolutely not! I have NO muscle strength like this!" I started to wonder if the hot sun in this weird world was making him loopy.

"Relax. You don't need muscle strength. You just need to stay still … and stay calm. I'm letting go now."

"Don't you dare, Tigulaar! If I drown, I swear to Oz, I will kill you!"

Fiyero laughed in disbelief. "You're actually afraid of drowning! Wow! Elphaba Thropp is afraid of something! Somebody get The Emerald City Times to do a story!"

"I'm not afraid!" I insisted. "I'm just quite fond of air being in my lungs instead of water. And you're one to talk! Who screamed like a little girl when he fell into Shiz Lake because there might've been sharks in there?"

"Shiz Lake is brackish! For all we know, there could be sharks in there!"
I scoffed. "Yes, and Ozma Tippertarius is lying somewhere, waiting to return at Oz's darkest hour!"

"Um, Fae?"

"What?"

He gave a triumphant smirk. "You've been floating this entire time." I shrieked in panic when I realized he was right. My mind started reeling as I sunk under the water, struggling to breathe. Fiyero quickly pulled me back out. "Obviously I shouldn't have told you!"

He was helping me stand in the lake now, so I could look him directly in the eyes. "You could've killed me just then!"

"But I didn't. You were floating, Fae! Great job!"

I snorted. "You've been listening to that Mr. Bob character too much."

"So what if I have? You're a winner today!"

"You're an idiot."

"I know. But I'm YOUR idiot! Forever!" And suddenly, life at Camp Courage didn't seem all that bad.

Too Late to Die Old coming soon! I swear by Shoshauna!

Thanks for reading!

Cheers,

Elle Dottore