Yes I am once again about to torture a favorite fandome of mine. I have a half done idea as to where this is going and there is a clue in this first chapter. If you have any thoughts on how you think this should go please do share.

OK. So I was watching the wizard of Oz the other day and it occurred to me 'if the scare crow doesn't have a brain maybe he doesn't have a heart either and just hasn't thought about it.' Now at the end of the musical her has his love back with him bit no nerve endings and no heart to feel anything physical or emotional.

Disclaimer: Luckily for all those who enjoy this awesome play and the book that it came from I don't own believe me it probably wouldn't be worth your time if I did.

Elphaba sat on the mattress that she and Fiyero shared with her head in her hands trying to rub away the mounting head ach with her fingers. Fiyero had just left for a walk, which would lead him through the woods and possibly the outskirts of the field that belonged to their 'neighbor'. They had lived in this new place that seemed so much like Munchkin land although none of the inhabitants had given it a name other than 'home'. For a time everything had been wonderful they were together and nobody had a clue about their past or pestered them for information they were free from all the troubles of Oz, but after two years of hardly any physical affection (because he couldn't tell when he was holding her to tight and when he tried to kiss her he either head butted her or made her lips bleed) was taking its toll on their relationship.

He was restless with being secluded in one place for so long and Elphaba understood this. He was a scarecrow and was slowly slipping away from the human side of himself. He was slipping away from her. The only man that Elphaba had ever let herself love was being forced from her by her own actions.

She would happily have sat for hours studying the Grimmerie in order to remedy his problem except that Glinda had the Grimmerie, and if they went to get it back from her than… well that just opened up a whole new host of problems ,so Fiyero was a scarecrow and Elphaba had little choice other than to stand by and watch the distance between them grow.

'Why does everything have to so complicated' she wondered silently 'I try to help but it seems that I just make things worse.' Her mind wandered off onto a dark track 'maybe he would prefer to be dead and is just too scared of 'the Witch' to leave outright and set himself on fire.'

Elphaba walked over to the little work bench and table that held her notes and jottings of everything that she remembered from the Grimmerie. It wasn't much but she thought if incantations worked like a language then maybe she could decipher it and maybe just maybe she could make a spell to cancel out what she had done to Fiyero.

In a fit of frustration she kicked the bench so hard that it flew to other side of the room. For the billionth time she wondered over how she managed to mess things so wonderfully completely. Elphaba saw how Fiyero never smiled anymore; he never laughed and always seemed dejected as if he had given up on ever being human again. It broke her heart when she tried to make him laugh or just show something other than this emotionless creature that she had made him, and all he did was give this half done smile that never reached his eyes.

If she could take it away from him even if only for a little while she would do it just to make him smile once more even if she had to take his place. Just so long as she didn't have to watch him walk away from her; jus to know that man the fun loving sporadically serious man that she had fallen was still their still alive just unable to shine under the weight of so much straw.

Fiyero walked slowly through the woods meandering between the tall trees and listening to the bird song that filled the air around him. He had no idea how long he had been walking alone the now well trodden path from the little cottage that he and Elphaba shared. The sun shone but he couldn't feel the warmth. He put his hand against a tree and could only feel the pressure of something there not the roughness of the bark.

Fiyero heaved a sigh kept walking towards his as yet unknown destination. He loved Elphaba he knew he did, but lately he felt the need to be near her to stand by her side begin to wain. The undeniable feeling that he wanted to walk through the forest maybe get lost and never really try to find his way was slightly startling but he could not deny its presence. For three years he had stayed faithfully by Elphaba's side and patiently waited for her to make some breakthrough or grand discovery and make him Fiyero Tigelaar instead of The Scarecrow that can't even scare a crow. He saw how she worked herself ragged trying to puzzle out how to fix him and had lost hope that she would ever manage to complete the task. The thought that she had given up and was just looking over the notes for show, and had no real intention of actually doing anything had come up several times. Fiyero could no longer read her face has he once had, it was one thing he missed dearly about being human.

He missed so many things. the fell of her against him the ability to tell how she felt from the look on her face or the sound of her voice, the ability to sleep and eat, or feel things that were in his hands. To feel emotion rather than just indifference and possibly a hint of boredom. Fiyero stopped when the field came into view. There were crows throughout the wheat field and after one encounter where they had nearly taken him apart he had no intentions of stepping foot into it again. Fiyero sighed once more and made his way back even slower than he had come. Elphaba needed someone even if she was too proud to admit it. A lonely Elphaba was an exceptionally dangerous thing as shown by er spiral into depression when she had no one to talk or argue with. Fiyero wished silently that he could understand why he wanted to leave or why he wanted to stay, because despite having been given a 'brain' he still could not comprehend why.

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