Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked. At all. Now I'm going to cry.
A/N: I wrote this instead of analyzing Hitler and his political ramifications. It was just more interesting.
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"You don't have any right to tell me how to live my life!" The green girl stood on the ledge and waved her arms erratically in her ire.
"I know I don't. And I wasn't trying, Elphaba! I just think that you should say you're sorry." The man, for he was again beginning to think of himself as a man, watched her carefully.
"You don't know what I've been through." Elphaba stared at Fiyero, still in awe of the fact that she had changed him back from a scarecrow (even though he insisted that it was karmic justice that he no longer had to worry about his appearance). He was the man she loved; the man she was beginning to understand she would give her life for—technically she had given her life to be with him anyway. But he would never be able to completely fill the gap left by the loss of her best friend.
"I would, if you would tell me." His eyes softened and he took her hand. Slowly, he pulled her back into the castle to wait for the arrival of a certain bubbly blonde.
"It's a long story."
"I've got the time." He smiled contentedly when she leaned into him.
"Let's just say that she doesn't want to look much past my reflection anymore." She laughed, bitterly.
"It's not the reflection that makes the person, Elphaba, and Glinda knows that. You just have to explain."
Elphaba thought for a moment. She let herself relax into Fiyero's embrace, lulled by his hand rubbing rhythmically up and down her arm. "We have, in a way, forgiven each other."
"But it's not enough for you, is it?" He didn't even wait for an answer and pulled her around to face him. "You need your best friend." At that, they heard the large door open and turned to see Glinda the Good watching them warily.
"Glinda." Her eyes shot to Fiyero and she paled.
"I thought you were dead. Both of you. When I got the note I didn't know what to expect. It certainly wasn't this."
Elphaba stared at her, unsure what to do next. So she stepped away from Fiyero and opened her mouth and said the first thing that came to her, "We're not dead."
Glinda gave a strangled laugh. "Elphie!"
The two women ran toward each other and embraced, reminiscent of the two girls they once were. Fiyero smiled indulgently. It was about time that Elphaba was allowed to be completely happy again.
"Oh, Elphie. Happy is what happens when all your dreams come true. I missed you."
"I missed you too. Fiyero was the one who said we should do this. I guess he's not really brainless anymore." At this, all three friends laughed and embraced.
Glinda smiled beatifically when they pulled apart. "Wait here. I'm going to find some un-horrificating place for us to catch up."
Once she had bounded down the hallway, Elphaba and Fiyero turned to each other.
"I love you, Fiyero Tiggular."
"I love you too, Elphaba Thropp. Even if you are the former Wicked Witch of the West."
"Please. I am still the Wicked Witch of the West."
Fiyero smirked. "Well…wicked, anyway."
And before he could say anything else, the (former) Wicked Witch of the West leaned up to kiss him—something he thoroughly and completely enjoyed.
(0000)
So, I hope this wasn't too bad or too painful to read. Feedback is always appreciated!
