A/N: Wow, my first Wicked fic. Yay! Well, I'm doing a bunch of drabbles across various fandoms. If you want my other ones, just check out my profile and scroll WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY down. Sorry if anyone seem OOC. Please review.
Elphaba awoke to moonlight streaming through the window of the hayloft where she was staying. The warm straw next to her was empty.
"Yero?" She called into the darkness.
No answer.
"Fiyero?"
Still nothing.
"Elphie?"
"Oh, Fiyero, there you-"
"Help me, Elphaba."
A blazing scarecrow emerged from the shadows.
Her magic wasn't working. Why wasn't it working!?
She screamed in fear for Fiyero's life and frustration.
"Elphie! Elphie! Elphaba!"
She was shaken awake by a very alive, very not on fire Fiyero.
"Elphie, what is it?"
She didn't answer him.
She just kissed him.
A/N: Reviews please!