Never Give Up

by WickedViolist

Fiyero and Elphaba are paired together in Oz's biggest war on record, and Elphaba has to protect him with her life. But when they start falling for each other, and Elphaba has to make a life changing choice, can they push through it? First fanfic! please R&R, no fire pwease! Fiyeraba, and lots of fluff!

2. Chapter 2

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Wicked.

Chapter 2

Elphaba and Fiyero traveled to the Gillikin Forest. Located there was a camp providing support from the invading army, which came in from the north.

"General, its good to see you." Said a voice behind Fiyero. He turned around and roared in laughter.

"Avaric! So good to see you. And please, call me Fiyero. We have known each other for too long." He said with a grin as he hugged his old friend.

"Whatever you say Fiyero."

After a pause, Fiyero chimed in, "Av, this is my Housecarl, Elphaba."

"A pleasure, Miss Elphaba."

"The pleasure is mine." She said quietly.

"Well, you two came at the best part of the day; bedtime! Your tent is already set up, so go get some rest. We start planning tomorrow morning." Avaric said as the group parted ways.

The pair went to the tent (if you could call it a tent due to its large size) and Fiyero sought this as an opportunity to learn a little more about Elphaba.

"So Elphaba, I have to ask, what made you interested in the military?"

"With all due respect general, I'm not a very personal person."

"I was just curious. And please, call me Fiyero." He said with a smile.

After they prepared to retire, Elphaba spoke up, "My father wanted me to."

"Pardon?"

"My father, Frexspar Thropp, wanted me to join the military as soon as the war started. I was always the least favorite child ever since my mother…passed. My father always favored my sister, Nessarose, over me."

"Wait, your father is the governor of Munchkinland?"

"The one and only…"she said with sarcasm. "I've always had this feeling that he's wanted to get rid of me."

"He sounds like an awful father to me." He said, his blue eyes meeting her brown depths.

She looked away quickly "I say he's my father, but, I'm not his daughter." She said as she lay down on her pallet.

They didn't say anything further to each other. Although, later in the night, Fiyero noticed her shivering in her pallet and took the big quilt off of his bed and replaced it with her thin quilt. She smiled in her sleep. He fell asleep with a smile on his face as well.