I don't own Wicked. The is is my first fanfic on Fiyero and Elphaba. (AU)
Chapter 1 - The Meeting
Fiyero approached Elphaba quietly in the garden. Unaware of his presence, she delicately
held a rose between her fingers. She closed her eyes, and inhaled deeply, blocking out everything which surrounded her.
"Hey! The way you're sniffing those flowers it's like you've never smelt any before. Hasn't anyone ever given you flowers?"
Startled she stepped back. "Sorry. I'm just admiring how beautiful these
roses are...all the different colors. I didn't mean any harm."
The Crown Prince eyed Elphaba from top to bottom. He hadn't noticed until now how enchantingly beautiful she looked. But then, he had only seen her from afar. Maybe it was the way the moonlight shone against her skin or maybe it was the spec of green in her dark brown eyes which made her quite alluring. Mesmerized by her beauty, he stood in awe with his weight on one leg, leaning his head to the right as if in a trance. Her raven hair fell over her shoulders and stopped right above her waist. She wore a beautiful indigo colored dress which clung to her hourglass figure.
Since you're suddenly speechless standing there with that blank look on your face, I'll go now," Elphaba said, noticing his lack of communication. "I didn't mean to disrupt anything."
Fiyero straightened his posture, and came out of his hypnotic trance. "This is my garden. I sure hope you weren't thinking of snipping off a flower or two."
Elphaba placed her hands on her hips. "It never crossed my mind. I merely took a sniff. And it's a public garden."
Fiyero took a step to her. "It's owned by the Tiggulars. And I'm a Tiggular. This rose section is mine. I tend to them. I planted these roses from little seeds. The gardeners takes care of everything else out here with explicit instructions not to touch my masterpieces. And that includes you. See this? Do you even read?" He tapped his fingers against a wooden sign. "Do not touch. I try to come here every evening to check on them."
Elphaba widened her eyes. "A prince who does his own gardening. Something you can fall back on if you can't make it as a king. And when is it a crime to walk through a garden?"
There was a cloud of mystery about her even with her sarcasm, in his eyes, she was enticing.
"Elphaba!" Fiyero called out her name as she walked passed him.
She turned slowly, cocking her head to one side. "Yes, Sir? I gather you know my name from your mother, Her Majesty, The Queen. She visits the library once a week and reads to little children at storytelling time. A very nice person unlike you."
"I must say. You're unlike the other women I've met where once they know who I am," he pointed to himself, "they're smiling from ear to ear, thrilled to be in my presence."
"They're just misguided fools who have no purpose in life but hoping to marry a prince. By the looks of your appearance, right now you look more like a scruffy gardener with a five o'clock shadow rather than someone of royalty."
Fiyero was dressed in a pair of faded old jeans and gray tee shirt. He ran his fingers through his dark hair. "I'm guessing you've heard my green jokes." The future king slightly laughed. "Oops."
She waved her hand into the air. "From an air head at the library that you dated a couple of times which you probably can't recall. What right do you have to talk about me? To stoop so low and join in with others. It's not like it's never been said before, but still. And I've come to the conclusion that besides being arrogant, you're a brainless prince who's only concern is dancing through life."
The prince smirked. "You don't know anything about me."
"And you don't know anything about me either. People are cruel. I hear them talking not even waiting until I leave the room. I do have feelings you know. And I'm tired of being around insensitive people like you."
"You're the one who walked into my garden. What is your problem?"
"Right now, you're my problem. And you seem like you haven't a care in the world."
"I care about this garden. At least flowers don't talk back! They don't tell me what I can do or not do! Goodnight, Miss Elphaba! And if you haven't caught the hint, it's time for you to leave!
"Goodnight to you, too! Your Royal Highness!" Elphaba quickened her steps and disappeared through the garden walkway.
"The name's Fiyero! Just Fiyero!" He cursed under his breath.
TBC - Chapter 2