A/N: Hi, everyone! Just a quick little fluffy Fiyeraba oneshot idea that hit me at around 11:00 last night while trying to avoid studying for finals. I really tried to keep this one in the true style and voice of the incomparable GM, so let me know how I did!

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One night they were sitting at her makeshift table eating the supper she had prepared for them.

"Do you know, Yero my hero," she said suddenly, "there was a little while, right after you discovered me in the Chapel of Saint Glinda, when I was terribly angry at you?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Oh, really? And what had I done to incur your wrath?"

"You found me," she stated simply, both explaining and not.

"I don't understand."

"You found me; you followed me home; you wouldn't leave me alone until I let you in and talked to you. For five years I had worried about no one – trusted no one – been no one. For five years my insignificant life had had a little meaning, by the sole virtue of the fact that it was insignificant. For five years I had been Fae, content to be an anonymous one among many, to play my small part as a minor gear in the clockwork of the larger whole. But then you came along. You forced me to be Elphaba again. You made me come back to my old self, and it frightened me. I wasn't sure I knew how to be Elphaba anymore; most days I was barely Fae. Did it never occur to you, my sweet, that perhaps I didn't want to be Elphaba anymore? That perhaps I became Fae because I didn't much like what Elphaba implied? This is what I mean when I talk about being selfish; this asking people to meet your expectations of them."

"Fae, I – "

She shook her head and pressed her fingertips softly against his lips. "Hush, dearie; I didn't mean it as a criticism. After all, I in my own way am just as bad."

"How so?" he wondered, half-jokingly. He had never heard her refer to herself as selfish before.

"I let you have your expectations. And I let myself meet them."

"I don't see how that makes you selfish."

"Ah, now this illustrates that it is truly the motive behind the action that is important, and not the action itself. The thing that makes me selfish is the reason why I allowed myself to slip back into Elphaba."

"All right, then, what's the reason?"

"To keep you here with me." She smiled slightly.

"Elphaba… you don't have to change because you think it's what I want. I'll still be here with you whether you're Elphaba or Fae or whoever, as long as you're you. I love you for who you are now, not who you used to be or who you'll be someday, and that's never going to change."

"Oh, Fiyero, how can you say such a thing?" she frowned. "You don't know what will happen tomorrow; how can you possibly presume to tell me that your love is never going to change?"

"There are some things in this world that you can count on." He sighed and reached to take her hand. She did not pull away. "You can be whoever you want with me, Fae. You don't have to be afraid."

"But what if I don't know who I want to be?"

He reached out to cup her cheek with his hand and ran his thumb gently back and forth. "Then just be, and let me be with you."

"You're being selfish again, Yero darling." But she leaned into his touch.

"I do believe I'm a lost cause," he agreed with a smile.

"And I do believe that you've corrupted me," she laughed. "Because I also happen to be feeling very selfish at the moment."

"Well, in that case, why don't you and I be selfish together?" He stood, and pulled her to her feet, and kissed her.

"How is it," she wondered when he finally let her come up for air, "that every conversation we have leads to this?"

"I guess I'm just selfish."