A/N My first Wicked fanfiction, its not great, I haven't written anything for a while, Doctor Who stopped inspiring me so I moved on to Wicked. Ooh, just a note, in my head Fiyero is Oliver Tompsett (swoon), so sorry if he sounds too English at times. Read and review, but please don't flame me, it makes me sad. Hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: If I owned Wicked, I'd be out dancing through life. Sadly, I do not and it is the property of the awesome people who created it.

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Fiyero shut the door heavily, apparently ignorant to the time. He slipped his bag of his shoulders and dumped it on the floor, discarding his waistcoat a clock tick after that. He walked over to his mirror, staring intently at his reflected image. He still looked the same, but somehow he felt..different. Like something was missing, or something had been added to his conscience without him realising. He touched his face worriedly, anxiously searching for a blemish that could tarnish his perfection.

He ran a hand through his hair, just in case another lovesick stalker cut a handful out. Honestly, the amount of times that happened, it was barely worth being an incredibly handsome playboy prince. He laughed at his own thought, and walked away from the mirror, choosing to collapse on his bed. He pulled off his boots, dropping them on the floor with a small thump. He looked at his feet curiously. Maybe he had a pin in his foot or something. He couldn't shake the feeling of change that seemed to engulf him. It seemed impossible to the vain prince that change could be anything more than skin deep.

Upon examining his feet, hands, torso, legs and a certain other part of his anatomy, he reclined once again on his bed. If there was nothing wrong with his appearance, could it be that, to find the answer, he would have to..think?

His mind rapidly went through everything that had happened to him in the last few days, a tidal wave of images passing through his eyes at lightening speed.

Suddenly, the images stopped, and one remained; Elphaba. They saved that Lion from a lifetime of silence together; for the first time in his life, Fiyero had done something to help another living being. And it felt..good. Elphaba had found him when he had returned, and said thank you, and an odd sort of fizz had developed in the pit of his stomach. He found he had missed a breath while talking to her; something he was used to, but he had only ever experienced when it happened to one of the floozies he constantly attracted. Not to say he didn't enjoy it, of course. But this felt different. It was like he couldn't get her out of his mind. He undressed and put his sleeping clothes on, slipped under his covers and shut his eyes. Yet all he could see was Elphaba. He tried to distract himself, at first with thoughts of sport, then of gambling, then drinking, and then of women. But Elphaba infiltrated every strand of fantasy he could imagine. His eyes snapped open and he sighed in frustration.

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He arrived at class the next day, faint dark circles under his eyes. He had tried to get rid of them with his emergency supply of concealer (just for the rare occasions when something went wrong), but he'd decided he looked too..gay. Not that he was insecure or anything; it took guts to wear trousers as tight as his. He slipped into a seat next to Galinda, and she briefly turned to him and smiled, then turned back towards her companion. Oh, Oz, there she was again; Elphaba. It was as if he'd been woken from a long sleep. He suddenly saw past the colour, and it was extraordinary. Class began then, and, for once, Fiyero tried to concentrate, making a huge effort not to be distracted by Galinda's constant hair flipping and small whines for attention.

After class, Elphaba approached him, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Galinda has instructed me to ask you to ask her to ask me to ask her if you want to go dancing tonight. Wait, I think I've got that wrong. One clock tick."

With that, she reluctantly walked back to her friend and the blonde girl spoke to her in a rapid and complicated whisper that seemed to involve a lot of pointing and hopping from one foot to another. Fieyro struggled not to laugh. Elphaba walked back towards him, rolling her eyes.

"What I was actually meant to say, apparently, was would you like to go dancing with Galinda," and then, in a quieter voice, "and me."

"What?" He spluttered with laughter "Elphie-"

"Don't call me Elphie." She said, her voiced tinged with annoyance Fiyero suspected was false.

"Elphaba, you're going dancing with Galinda?!" He laughed again, remembering the incident at the OzDust.

"Oh, come on Fiyero, d'you really think she gave me a choice? I'm simply going to stop her nagging at me constantly. It's not like I'm actually going to dance. Anyway, I have to go, Galinda and I have a class with Madame Morrible." And with that, she scuttled off, grabbing a flustered Galinda on her way. Fiyero could hear Galinda's faint cries of "Well, what did he say, Elphie?!" He chuckled to himself, and wandered off in the vague direction of his room.

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After having a note shoved under his door, stating the time and the place he was to meet the girls, and spending a ridiculous amount of time making sure his hair was perfect, he made his way to the door of their dorm building, waiting impatiently for them to emerge. Elphaba would have been ready long before, having maybe changed her dress and brushed her hair, but Galinda would be taking a ridiculously long time, just as he was known to have done.

Finally, half an hour after their scheduled meeting time, Galinda emerged from the building, happily giggling, as always. She bounced over and kissed his cheek, and hovered in front of him. She looked pretty, if a little too pink, wearing a dress he'd never seen before, all puffy sleeves and butterfly hem.

"Sorry, Fiyero, you haven't been waiting long have you?" She batted her eyelashes, her usual trick to manipulate men.

He smiled "No, not long. About five minutes? Where's Elphie? She is still coming, right?"

"Yes, she is. She'll be down in a clock tick, she's just getting ready." Galinda squealed with glee.

"Why? Was she late at the library or something?" Elphaba was normally punctual, and for her to spend more than a minute to get ready was almost unheard of.

"No, I just convinced her to look special tonight, that's all!" Galinda giggled again. "Oh, yay, here she comes!" Fiyero turned his head towards the door.

Oh god, the whole not-thinking-that-she's-kind-of-hot plan he'd developed in his head while he was walking to meet them went right out the window.

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TBC, review but don't say it was total crap please..it hasn't been beta-d, so there may be silly mistakes, or the tone might be wrong..but I really wanted to start writing again.