A/N/Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked or any of it's lovely characters. That's all.
The wind was whipping at their hair, stinging their faces as they ran. Though the branches pulled at their hands, scratching them badly, Elphaba held tight to Fiyero's fingers.
"We're almost there!" She huffed, although she knew not their destination. Suddenly, Fiyero's hand was jerked from her grasp. Elphaba turned suddenly to see a guard pulling him away from; another one was just behind them, coming towards her.
"No!," cried she, "Fiyero!" Her mind raced, there was no time to take out the grimmerie, she was shaking much to hard to perform a spell anyhow.
She did the only plan that came into her. Elphaba sprung into action, trying to tear the guards arms away from her lover, but she too was lifted off her feet by another guard.
Fiyero's eyes were wide with fear and concern as a gun man approached. The man lifted the gun and slowly brought his finger to the trigger.
Elphaba screamed, "Fiyero!"
He lifted his eyes to her and opened his mouth to say something- the words never came out. The loud bang of the gun rang out across the forest. Elphaba watched in horror as her lover collapsed, dead.
The green witch sat up, breathing heavily, covered in sweat. She threw back her twisted covers with shaking hands. "Just a dream," she whispered, "it was just a dream." After her heart stopped pounding loudly in her ears, she noticed a soft cries from the other side of the room. She strained her eyes through the darkness.
Fiyero, who stayed on the other side of the room during the night was crying. Elphaba froze in fear, wondering what was wrong, the gun shot from her dream haunting her. "Yero?" She called quietly, "Is everything alright?"
His crying dissipated now that he knew Elphaba was listening. "I'm-I'm fine, Fae," he replied shakily with a sniff. Elphaba made a small, rather unsatisfied sound before slipping out of her bed and quietly walking to Fiyero's.
"Hey," she said softly, putting her slender green fingers on the scarecrow's arm, "what's wrong?" He only turned over, away from her.
"Nothing," insisted he.
"Fiyero…" Elphaba sighed. "You can tell me." Her feelings were somewhat hurt since he wasn't telling her why he was crying. "What's wrong?" She repeated.
"My hair," He sobbed softly.
Elphaba stopped for a moment, looking up. Had he said his hair? She looked down at the scarecrow, he had no hair, only straw. She decided to play nicely.
"What's wrong with it?" She asked, gently putting a hand to his face.
"All gone," he cried, "I can't even brush it without getting straw in the comb."
That's why there was straw in my hair! Elphaba thought, pulling a piece of hay from her braid. She couldn't help but to try her hardest to restrain her laughter. "Oh, Fiyero," she said quietly, sitting down next to him. "You know what?"
"What?"
"I love you."
"Even without my hair?" Fiyero asked with sad eyes.
"Even without your hair."
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