Ch.2- The Crux
Location: Emerald City
Disclaimer: WICKED ISN'T MINE... obviously….
A/n: Chapter 2
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Bending over Elphaba's disheveled form, Fiyero noticed blood seeping through the sleeve of her frayed black shirt. He pulled it back carefully to reveal a deep wound; it sliced vertically from the bend of her elbow to her wrist. The wound bled profusely. He gaped, eyes wide. What would cause her to do this?
Fiyero quickly ripped at the bottom of his shirt to wrap a tourniquet around Elphaba's arm, staunching off the blood flow. He ripped her shirt to bandage the open wound. The result was shoddy at best, but it would have to do for the moment. He lifted her easily and settled her in bed under the covers.
Wiping a strand of hair from his eyes, he sighed, "Why Fae?" He asked the quiet room. He turned to leave, to go fetch help, and his boot kicked something metallic. He bent down to pick it up, only to reveal the identity of the object; it was a pocketknife; it glinted in the moonlight, appearing strangely sinister. The knife fell from Fiyero's unsteady hand landing on the floor with a clatter.
Something had to be done and he knew the exact something to do. Bending down to check if his lover's breathing was steady, he hurried quickly to fetch the exact person Elphaba had mentioned.
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Two Weeks Earlier
Love makes hunters of us all. However, it was not a woman that Fiyero was hunting, but rather, a gift for one. He perused the racks of silken scarves, trying to choose one with the perfect blend of dark colors. He held up two, unable to decide which he liked better.
"Master Fiyero!" A high, airy voice called.
"Miss Glinda," He replied, flabbergasted. "What a surprise."
The petite blonde enveloped him in a tight hug, smiling brightly as she pulled back.
"It's always nice to see old friends. What brings you to the city?"
They exchanged pleasantries. He explained his business deal and told of his home life- the wife, her sisters, and three kids.
Glinda told of her career spreading good and her less than adequate husband, Sir Chuffery.
The blonde placed a hand on his arm lightly, suddenly looking lonely. "We must meet again."
But the trouble was that Fiyero had no intention of seeing Glinda again. It was difficult enough to reminisce and pretend everything was normal. But Glinda had already sensed he was having an affair and what if the topic of Elphaba came up? He wasn't sure he could keep his composure. The thing was, as he parted from Glinda he made a promise to forget the meeting had ever occurred.
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Present
So, it was with trepidation that the Arjiki prince hurried along the darkened Emerald City streets to Glinda's home. The night was cold and clammy and the lighted houses of high society seemed too mystical to lie so closely next to harsh reality. But he needed someone, what else could he do?
It was far too late to call, Fiyero realized as he knocked loudly. Anxiously, he shifted from foot to foot.
A maid answered the door and he stuttered out, "I n-need Miss Glinda. It's urgent." The maid glared at him skeptically, but went to fetch her proprietor.
Fiyero glanced inside, nerves currently getting the better of him.
"Master Fiyero?" Glinda appeared in her nightdress, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Is everything alright?" She was stunned. He had expected a reaction along those lines.
Fiyero shook his head. "I didn't know who else to call on. I feel I can trust you." He wrung his hands. "Can you keep a secret?"
Blue eyes wide, Glinda nodded. "Yes, of course."
Fiyero locked gazes with her as he whispered, "It's Elphaba."
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A/N: Reviews are love! I've got two more chapters of this fic already written. So if you like it, please R&R.