I just saw Wicked for the second time. I love is so much! The character of Fiyero has always fascinated me. I love him! This is what becomes of my imagination. I'm not going to post in order…just how they come to me in my head.

Although you can picture the characters however you please, my Elphaba looks like Kerry Ellis and my Fiyero looks like Oliver Tompsett. My Glinda looks like Kristen Chenoweth/others, Nessarose as Marcie Dodd. Boq looks like…Boq.

My emerald guard's uniform was professionally straight. Glinda had assured of that this morning, when she noticed my disheveled appearance and sloppy dress.

"Fiyero! You're captain of the guard now." She adjusted by medals. "I know you're worried about Elphie. I am too, but we can't let her disappearance ruin our lives. She made her choice and we made ours. We have to play pretend." Glinda wiped a stray tear from her eye, and turned away from me. "And in order to play pretend, we have to look the part." Turning to face me again, with that bright, white, fake smile of hers. Her eyes were glistening with more tears. Why couldn't I love her?

My carriage pulled into the drive way, and I saw her childhood home in front of me. I couldn't imagine Elphaba, my Elphaba, growing up here -- the governor's house.

I made my way up the cobbled steps, and pulled the giant golden , braided chord, sounding the doorbell. I waited, counting the scuff marks on my boots. I was nervous. I was scared. I was excited, hopeful. Elphaba had nowhere to go. She was an outlaw, and frankly, most of Oz was scared of her because they did know her as Elphaba, but as The Wicked Witch of the West. She flew around on her broomstick, casting shadows over the Land of Oz. In the midst of everything, her father died (some say it was from shame) and her sister, Nessarose, was now governor of Munchkin land. Nessa had to be harboring her sister. S

But, Nessa didn't answer the door. Instead, a man I recognized from Shiz, I think his name was Biq, dressed in a silver servant's uniform did. Initially, his countenance reflected his look of curiosity, "who was standing behind the door"? However, when he recognized me, when he observed my Captain's uniform, his look slowly grew into a look of contempt.

"Miss Nessarose is not accepting visitors at this time. She is grieving the loss of her father."

I stuck my foot out, catching the door before it closed.

"Please, I'm here on official business. I realize that now might not be the best time, but I'm here to inquire on the whereabouts of Nessarose's sister, Elphaba Thropp. She has been sighted near these parts."

My former schoolmate's look of contempt grew to one of pure hatred. He opened the door, and let me in.

"Miss Nessarose is in her study. I will show you the way."

I stepped over the threshold, extending my hand.

"Thank you Biq."

His shoulders tensed, but he didn't say anything. He ignored my hand, so I leisurely put it into my pocket.

The house was dark, and empty. Although there were portraits hung on every inch of wall space, and elaborate candelabras adorning the ceilings, there was nothing in the house except dead relatives judging you in every hallway.

Biq knocked on a huge oak door.

"Come in." A voice beckoned from inside.

Biq stepped through the doorway, and without invitation I followed him. Elphaba's sister was sitting in her chair, although I noticed that it was more elaborate than it was in her Shiz days. She wasn't happy.

"Boq, you know you don't have to knock." Boq bowed.

"A visitor, Madame." He said while motioning to me.

"Boq, please. I've told you to call me Nessa. There's no need for such…" Her breath caught in her throat. "Fiyero, what are you doing here?"

"Official business Miss Thropp. I'm looking for your sister. Several munchkins have claimed to have seen her flying near your house. Have you seen her lately?"

"No! I haven't seen her. If I had, you would have been called. She may be my sister, but that does not mean I would be willing to risk my title and reputation on saving her."

"Nessa, you know better than I that she is not wicked!"

"I know of no such thing. Boq, please escort Cpt. Tiggular out. I have nothing more to say to him."

Boq stepped toward me. I couldn't give up so easily.

"Nessa please, if you know where she is tell me."

She turned her back to me, uninterested in my pleas.

"Nessa, Elphaba was your sister, your friend. She helped you when no one else would. Can't you repay her?" I stepped towards her. I was ready to get down on my knees and beg if it meant I would be one step closer to Elphaba.

"Repay her? Why would I need to repay her? I'm not the one flying around Oz using my powers to help useless Animals while my sister is rotting away in a chair." The pure hatred in her voice was astounding. Although I did not know Nessa well when we went to Shiz, I did not imagine that she would be so malicious. Her sister sacrificed everything for her, and yet it wasn't enough. Nessa still wanted more.

"Nessa, you cannot honestly believe that? Elphaba would help you if she could. She loves you. She would do anything for you." I tried to hide the pity in my voice. However, I couldn't keep my voice from betraying my sorrow. "I'm not going to hurt her. I want to see her safe. But I can't do that if you don't help me. Please, tell me anything you know." I was on my knees. I don't know if it was to show my honest helplessness, or simply to appear equal to Nessa, looking into her eyes.

After a lifetime of silence, Nessa spoke. "Why do you care so much?"

I couldn't tell her how deeply I was in love with her sister. I had let myself be vulnerable for one second, and Nessa had caught on. I needed to reinstate my guard. Climbing back up onto my feet, I said.

"Elphaba was my friend."

It was too late. Nessa had found my weakness. "And what does Glinda have to say about your little rescue mission?"

"Elphie was Glinda's friend too. We both want to know she is safe, and out of harm's way."

"Well, I'm sorry Cpt. Tiggular, but I cannot offer any news on her whereabouts. Now, if you don't mind. I don't think we have anything more to say to each other."

Boq continued from where he left off, ready to guide me out the door. I paused in the threshold, and turned back.

"Please Nessa, if you hear from her let us now."

"Of course Captain. And I will watch when you put her in cuffs and drag her away to rot in the dungeon like she deserves."

I don't remember walking out the door. I don't even remember getting back in the carriage. Hatred had clouded my vision. Now, I was sure of it. I was the only person Elphaba had, but I was the one person she would never allow to find her.

Please tell me what you think. This is just one instance in the life of Fiyero. Depending on the feedback I get, I might post more. REVIEW!