Ok, so this is my first Wicked story, that's either going to go alright, or epically fail. Sorry this chapter's a bit shorter than usual, but everyone has to start somewhere. Please review and tell me whether you think it's worth continuing or whether I should leave it now.

Fiyeraba all the way :)

This chapter was just edited. For those who have already read it, it is much the same, with just a few things changed or added. Thankyou Hedwig466. Its really appreciated :)

"Fiyero! I thought you'd never get here."

"Go ahead, touch it, I don't mind. Ah, you did the best you could. You saved my life."

"You're still beautiful."

"You don't have to lie to me."

"It's not lying. It's looking at things another way."

"Fellow Ozians, friends, we have been through a frightening time. There will be other times and other things that frighten us. But if you let me, I'd like to try to help. I'd like to try to be...Glinda the Good.

"It's time to go."

"We can never come back to Oz, can we?"

"No."

"I only wish..."

"What?"

"Glinda could know that we're alive."

"She can't know. Not if we want to be safe. No one can ever know..."

"Good news!"

"Who can say if I've been changed for the better? But, because I knew, I have been changed..."

"No one mourns the Wicked!"

Elphaba Thropp quickly slammed the wooden door behind her. It groaned in annoyance at being disturbed. The howling wind ceased, and the fluttering leaves collected in a pile as the barricade stopped them from entering. She threw off her hat, placing it on the table next to the door. She also dropped the lavender she had collected from the town's gardens. She swung off her trusty satchel, a practised motion which had been repeated almost every day. Her thick, warm black cloak was removed as well, hanging up onto the rusting hook, the cold hitting her fiercely.

The castle was silent. The soles of her boots slapped against the cold stone. Her dark hair swung around her face as her hazel eyes searched the darkness for Fiyero.

He was nowhere to be seen. But that wasn't uncommon. These days he tended to hibernate in his room, reading, plucking at his straws, thinking. He was silent. He never told her what went on in his mind – maybe thoughts of what would have happened if Elphaba had never entered Shiz? If he and Glinda had been married? If she hadn't turned him into a scarecrow?

"Fiyero?" Elphaba called out to the gravely silent house. Her voice echoed around the blank grey walls, filling her coloured ears.

No reponse was returned through the castle.

She wondered if she had gone somewhere. To explore the house. But that was unlikely; this was his own home. It was rarely used, and untouched for decades before they had arrived, but all of Fiyero's castles looked the same, inside and out. They were familiar to him.

Thoughts were flitting through her mind. He could be asleep. He could have taken a stroll out in the weeded garden - but the coming storm would have made that unlikely. Maybe he was just in some room far in the back of the castle, out of earshot? An impossible option entered her mind: maybe the Gale Force had taken him?

She scolded herself. That was near impossible. They were hidden far away from Oz, with no near neighbours to stray near them. And nobody knew that she was still alive. As far as the Ozians and their leader knew, she had been melted, and Fiyero had wandered back into the cornfields, ready to scare away the crows.

She walked up the metal stairwell, slowly, yet with a determination to make sure Fiyero was up there, safe. She knew she was being silly, but she had to check that he was there, waiting for her. Her arms shivered from the cold entering from under the ancient windows, sliding through the thin material that covered her arms. Her legs were warm from the knee down, covered by her tall black boots, but her open skirt was allowing the weather to creep onto her. She longed for a hot bath, but knew that could be the death of her. Literally.

She wrapped her hand around the railing, the rusting metal cold under her green fingertips. She gripped tightly, and used it as an aid to reach the top of the winding staircase. The sound of her feet rang around her.

When she finally reached the top, she began to walk down the long path that was the hallway, hesitant now. There was still no sound from Fiyero, no smiling scarecrow face to greet her. Her head automatically turned as she passed each doorway, the blank brown wood staring grimly at her. Their room was right down the end, the biggest in the whole castle. She began to walk slightly faster now, wanting to see him.

She heard a keening coming from her room. Lifting her skirts, she began to run, her feet pounding on the torn rug underneath her. She was out of breath by the time she had reached the doorway. She pulled at the doorknob, ignoring the cold that ran up her arm. It finally twisted in her hand.

Chistery sat on the windowsill. His head turned as she entered.

"Ch-Chistery?" She uttered in disbelief. "What are you doing here? You're free now! Go, fly!"

But Chistery shook his head, staring at her. She couldn't tell the emotion that clouded his face, but it didn't look good.

His head shook as he tried to talk. "Miss...miss..." but he couldn't manage any more. Elphaba ran to his side, noticing the blank bed. "Keep trying, Chistery."

"...Elphaba...Fiyero..."

"Yes, Chistery, Fiyero. What about him? Is he-"

Suddenly Elphaba was cut short as she felt a strange sensation. Nothing she had ever experienced before. A spasm shot through her body, and her mind went blank. Her eyes closed, and white began to flash behind them. She felt her legs crumbling underneath her. Suddenly images of Fiyero filled her mind, first of him at Shiz, then as the Captain of the Guard, and then as the Scarecrow.

She wondered whether this was the sign she had been waiting for. When Nessa had been in danger, she had just had a strange sense, and then she had seen a house flying through the sky. But this was much, much more. And in this situation, she couldn't see a thing.

The images subsided, and she began to feel relaxed - to a degree. Her muscles still felt tight, and her heart was pounding. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, and she found she was lying back on the bed, covered in a sweat. She quickly wiped it off, not knowing if sweat could affect her as much as water could.

Chistery was watching her in alarm.

She slowly sat up. "Chistery – is Fiyero in danger?" She was dreading that her impossible thought before could actually have been right. But, then again, Chistery hadn't actually said anything about Fiyero being in danger. And she did have a tendency to react quickly and naively.

But Chistery was now heading towards the window. He began to open in, the sound of the wind now filling the empty, silent void. Leaves whipped around in a frenzy, unable to free themselves from the force.

"No, Chistery, is Fiyero ok?"

But screeches were mixed with the wind as Chistery began to spread his wings.

"Chistery? What about Fiyero? CHISTERY!"

She screamed as Chistery flew off into the darkening storm. She fell back onto the bed, ignoring the gale as it continued to blow into the room.

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