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Hehe – this chapter: Fiyero!

Oh, and I don't know if its hot in the Vinkus or not, but here it is. Or having a heat wave. Either :D

This chapter is dedicated to anyone who wishes their friends would just let it go.

Disclaimer: (I forgot this in the first chappie, so its times 2!) Do I own Wicked? No. Do I wish I owned Wicked? Yes.

Later a/n, sorry, i had to reupload this because imabigdoofus and write my whole story on one document then keep uploading the same document to ff, yea? So then I forgot to delete the first chapter so it was still on there when I checked *cringe* much?

Fiyero Tiggular was one of those people who didn't like it when he didn't get his own way. It was quite simple really, he reasoned, why should he make his own way if he didn't get it? It was a waste of everyone's time, but most importantly, his time, as he was the one making the way that didn't happen.

When he tried to explain this to his parents they gave him a funny look, told him that he was marrying Miss Galinda and sent him to bed early, which was humiliating, as he was seventeen, and hadn't been sent to bed early since he was five.

It wasn't that he didn't want to get married; after all he didn't want to die alone, a prospect which frightened him immensely. It wasn't even that he didn't want to marry Miss Galinda – she was blonde, small and beautiful, which pretty much all he was interested in for a woman. It was just that he didn't want to get married now.

He had another seventy odd years of his life left to get married in. Seventy years to find the right person, fall in love, get married and have lots of little charmingly handsome babies (just like he had been). It was a long time. Long enough for him to have the next five or so years to do what he wanted.

After all: he did so like getting his own way.

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Fiyero's parents arranged for the wedding of Master Fiyero Tiggular to Miss Galinda Upland (of the Upper Uplands) to take place in Gillikin, so Miss Galinda wouldn't have to get her dainty little shoes dusty in the Vinkus Desert. For Miss Galinda, this was considered to be a great act of kindness to her and her vast shoe collection; to Fiyero it meant a-who-knows-how-long trip to Gillikin. Yay.

But the more he thought about it (which was odd because thinking was not his style), the more he started to like the idea of making his way up to Gillikin with only Avaric, his driver to make sure he got to his wedding. Which gave him the opportunity to-

"Tour around Oz?" His father gave him a look of disdain. "Why would we let you do that, Fiyero? The marriage needs to take place as soon and smoothly as possible!"

"And what if you find another who you would rather be your bride?" His mother agreed, fanning herself lightly with her hand, lounging on a sunbed in the Vinkus heat. "We need this alliance with Gillikin, son, otherwise they may try to invade," lazily she pushed herself up onto one elbow, untied brown hair falling into her eyes. She flicked it away with a toss of her head. "Besides, you like Miss Galinda, don't you?"

"Yes," Fiyero lied, tilting his head to one side and pouting slightly, full on puppy dog eyes heading straight for his mother. "but when I am a married man, I will not like to leave my wife's side for a moment! And as I have yet to meet her properly – no father, you cannot call that brief exchange when you arranged the marriage a formal meeting – I would like to see what I haven't yet seen before I dote on her..." He looked through his dark lashes at his mother, longingly. "...Please?"

"Oh, Fiyero..." he allowed himself to be bustled up to her in a hug as she leapt from the sunbed. He knew this was the equivalent of her saying 'yes', and as soon as he was released turned to look pleadingly at his father.

"I'm not sure..."

"Oh, for Oz sake, let the boy do it!" his wife snapped at him, holding her precious son close to her heart, much to his squeamishness.

"Please, father?" Fiyero begged. "Avaric will be with me – he'll stop me getting into any trouble!"

"Okay, okay," his father sighed. "You have my permission to go," Fiyero grinned, detangling himself from his mother, all signs of pretend tears that came along with the puppy dog eyes vanishing. "Wait – what kinds of trouble...?"

But Fiyero had already bounded into the castle, taking the stairs two at a time to tell Avaric the news.

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And that was how he ended up in a carriage in Munchkinland, while his driver/best friend urged the horses faster down the weird road that was made from yellow bricks. He had admired them when he first saw them, all shiny and golden, but after half an hour of just staring at them, his head began to ache. The only other thing he had seen on the trip was a field of corn, which was oddly missing a scarecrow.

He had been thankful when the cute, small houses of Munchkinland finally came into sight, mostly because he had forgotten to go to the toilet before he set off from home and there hadn't been anywhere to stop along the way.

His route plan was simple – cut right across Oz to Munchkinland (his mother was at first wary of this; apparently a couple of years ago there had been a mass murder in the governor's house – he, his wife and two daughters died, according to the servants who managed to escape. Surprisingly, not many people visited anymore.), spend a couple of nights there, then descend to the marshes of Quadling country. Later on he would brave his way through the crowded streets of the Emerald City. Then and only if he hadn't thought of a way to stop it happening, would he, as slow as possible, go North to Gillikin and his bride.

As thoughts of Galinda (and her overly peppy cheerfulness) crowded his mind, he was almost thrown from his seat when Avaric started yelling, "GET OUTTA THE ROAD, YOU FREAK!" and the carriage came to an abrupt stop, almost making Fiyero smash into the opposite wall.

"Avaric? What the hell?!" he flung the door open once his legs had regained feeling, to be met with the sight of a tall girl, around his own age, cowering away from his driver slightly. Her long, black hair feel in knotty curls to her waist, dragged back messily from her face so he could see that her eyes were dull and glazed over with grey. She was clothed in an old rag of a dress, which hung off her thin figure, highlighting her slimness, which was from lack of food.

Fiyero noticed all these things.

He also noticed that she was bright green.

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a/n, so this chapter was a lot shorter, I hope I wasn't a let-down, but I wanted to start to set up the main plot and introduce Yero without making it about five pages long like last time lol. Next chapter is a deeper look at Fiyero and what's happened to Elphie in the last six years.

If anyone's confused, I'm making Yero and Elphie younger cause I want to make Elphie more vulnerable in more than just being blind, and I think if she's younger that makes her little more unsure, plus she's not been to school since she was ten, so she doesn't have her brains to give her confidence like in the musical.

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