AN: This has been on my mind for a while, and if I waited any longer to put it up, I'd explode. Don't Lose Sight is nearly done, and Don't Forget Me is on break.

Fiyero slept fitfully, turning over once again to settle his red groggy eyes in his alarm clock. Two A.M. a full minute had passed.

He felt so disgusting, and hardly himself anymore, given the fact that his love had been stolen from him. Stolen by night, leaving nothing but a scream of fear. The thought made him shudder and begin to weep all over again.

Just three hours ago, Elphaba had been his, sleeping beside him in the warm bed. Fiyero had made a comment he didn't remember, and his girlfriend was especially moody. She got up and left angrily, and moments later a scream followed. But it was being smothered, he could tell. As he bolted out of his room, He saw Elphaba being pulled down the hall by three unknown men all dressed in black, and by then it was too late. They pulled her out the back door of the school and left without a trace.

His eyes swam with tears again and he listened to the police sirens dying away, and new ones came in. He heard Madame Morrible's worried voice chatting with them how they couldn't possibly get in.

Fiyero refused to cry, knowing his friend Elphaba wouldn't have and she would probably set out for her immediately. The thought made him feel like a wimp. Why couldn't he do the same?

Because that's what made him Fiyero. He was alone, and afraid, and far too brainless. He hugged the pillow next to him and squeezed his eyes shut, thinking of her.

She formed in his mind, right down to her brown glasses, green skin, and sarcastic tone. He thought of what a jerk he was forever being rude or snide. How was the green girl so brave?

He couldn't remember what he had said, but whatever it was, it came from sleep, and he hadn't meant it. But now he paid a terrible price. His Elphaba, his friend, his love….was gone.

Gone.

The word hit his heart like a violent wind, and it consumed him terribly. It was a hurricane of evil thoughts and anger and fear, and he couldn't escape. He hugged his pillow tighter, pretending it was his girlfriend.

Oh, why did he have to ruin this? He had just gotten her a month ago, and it had been the happiest of his life. Now he had gone and made her mad and maybe even lost her forever.

He lay there, with all hope knocked out of him, and he ignored the light that shined on him as the door opened.

"Fiyero?"

He chose to pretend he was asleep, not wanting to listen to that sad voice. It belonged to the one he thought of, and she was just as sad as he was about Elphaba's kidnapping.

He rolled over and silently cried at the thought of her again. Where was she now? Was she all right? Was she hurt? Did she escape? Were they using her? Raping her and holding her and beating her? Was she afraid?

Too many questions formed in his head, and the thought of pretending to be asleep seemed stupid. He turned to face Glinda. Her face was pale, and her voice was quiet. Her matted blonde curls swept around in the light breeze. Her little hand came to rest on his arm.

"I'm scared. I can't sleep." Her voice was childlike and precious, and her eyes were large and nearly drowning in her tears. She looked down and blinked, and they fell from her long blond lashes.

"I am too." Why try to hide it? Fiyero felt the same way. He was so afraid it shook him. He sat up and wrapped his arms around Glinda's shaking body. "Sh. It's okay. She'll be fine. We'll find her."

"She's strong…" Glinda put the facts together, all weaved in her mind. It sounded more like a question, as if she was looking to Fiyero for agreement.

"Yes, she is." Fiyero held Glinda tighter. "She'll be fine."

"Promise?" Glinda looked up at him with sad eyes. As much as Fiyero wanted to see her happy, he couldn't lie to her. He rubbed her arms up and down and gave her as much a smile as he could muster with his utter sadness.

"I promise." His lips moved of their own accord. Glinda's pretty face lit up a little and she buried her face into his chest. "Oh, Fiyero!" she wept.

Fiyero hugged her back, but his eyes were trained on the window, looking out over a kill and down into the dark forest where Elphaba had been taken.

Why was he still here? His eyes dropped to Glinda's shaking body. He thought back to Elphaba and his self-doubt. She would've called him brave and noble and something special. He was her hero.

The thought made him guilty all over again.

He needed to find her now. He pushed Glinda back a little, and looked deep into her eyes.

"Were leaving to find her. Now."

Glinda pulled back a little and looked at the carpet. "You're right. I'm a little scared though."

"We'll find her soon."

"Of course."

He smiled a bit as Glinda began to return to him, and he set her off to pack her things. As she came back and put Elphaba's clothes into her suitcase, Fiyero felt his jaw clench.

A thought came to mind, making him think of blood stained clothes and tears falling down precious pink, dimpled cheeks…

"Fiyero?" Glinda clutched her suitcase and fixed her cape. "Let's go. If we don't get a move on now we'll be sorry later." She smiled a bit, and waited for him.

Fiyero took a deep breath and sucked in courage, or what he could get. He would find Elphaba soon. He had to.

Nodding, he followed her outside.