Elphaba and Fiyero had made a wonderful life for themselves. For a year now, they had been activists and -although illegally sometimes- snuck animals out of captivity, stopped the spread of an overbearing government, and were both feared and adored by all the right people.

Elphaba had what she wanted, at last. She was still green, but nonetheless beautiful. Fiyero was still, unfortunatley a scarecrow. But Elphaba didn't mind. She loved him for his beautiful heart, and soul. She loved him for everything, no matter what.

She just wished that she could have told Galinda she was alive. She missed her so much.

Fiyero was also bit self concious. He hadn't been... different, looking before. He hadn't known the shame you feel when you get a stare, or ten.

Elphaba had, of course, helped him through it. And he loved her so very much for that. But since they had run away together, he had asked... begged Elphaba to try and find a spell to restore him to the way he once was. He wanted to be a man, not scarecrow. And he wanted to really make love to her, as such.

Elphaba loved him either way, but she understood. Hey had decided to lay low for an additional year, and get settled.

Elphaba was in her new, short, black, silk nightgown. Her nails and toenails were painted black as well. After all, black was the only color that suited her. As her dear friend, Galinda had once said... black is this year's pink. Elphaba chuckled to herself, reminicing. She was twenty now, and Fiyero's twenty first birthday was tomorrow. She wanted to find a spell for him before then, and present it to him as a birthday gift.

She was going through spellbook after spellbook in their library. They had found a large, secluded old house in a woodsy area, in a land a bit aways from Oz, called Atopia. It was much like Oz, only they never tried to keep animals in cages, or seen and not heard. Elphaba shuddered at this memory.

She then proceeded to write a spell that was sure to work. It had to, because if it didn't, she was all out of tricks.

Fiyero walked into the room. "Elphaba, you're awake!" He kissed her cheek. "How long have you been up?"

"Oh, about an hour." Elphaba told him. "I'm working on your spell."

Fiyero sighed. "Elphaba, you've been working yourself half to death on this."

"I know. But it's what I want, you to be happy." Elphaba said.

Fiyero smiled. "I'll always be happy, as long as I'm with you." He said and embraced her from behind.

Elphaba took a breather, she always felt comfortable in his embrace.

"Hey, darling, I've been thinking."

"So I've heard." Elphaba laughed.

Fiyero laughed too. "Elphaba, I know we can't ever go back to Oz, or else you might be killed, and so would I. But, I know you feel like you have unfinished business there. And, well, so do I."

"I... I just wish Galinda knew we were alive. I wish I could tell her everything would be okay, not to worry. I wish..." Elphaba paused. "Wishing only wounds the heart. There's no sense in it. We can't go back, and Galinda... I don't think she'll ever know we're alive."

"Hey." Fiyero turned around and put a gentle hand on his lover's chin. "Where's that persistent spirit of your's?"

"Fiyero, really-"

"Come on. Look, maybe we can find a way to get in touch with her. Maybe we can bring her here, to Atopia." Fiyero suggested.

"Maybe." Elphaba concured. "But what about your unfinished business?"

"I just want to know how things are going over there."

Elphaba nodded. "We will. Maybe we can send her a message." She then looked down ar her spell she was writing. "Wanna talk about it more after your birthday?"

"Yea, I don't wanna stress you out." He told her. "I made breakfast."

"Thanks, I'll be there soon." Elphaba said.

"Alright, Elphaba, I already set up your plate." He kissed her and walked downstairs.

Elphaba continued working on the spell in their green velvet chair. She then drew Fiyero as he was before, and erased it. Next, she drew him as he was presently, and recited her spell. All of the sudden, the present Fiyero turned back to the drawing of the before Fiyero. Elphaba was overcome with joy.

She hid the drawings and spell in her vanity droor, and went downstairs for breakfast.