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Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked or Harry Potter I'm not that girl
"You can come out now, it worked. "Fiyero's voce sounded from above the trap door.
Elphaba sprung out of the trapdoor, and saw Fiyero's face, what she had done to him. His face wasn't made out of flesh of skin any more, but instead it was made of straw and cloth.
It was her fault he was like this. Not only had she recited the spell, but also it was her fault he had been dying in the first place. If she hadn't gone to see if Nessa was okay or if she hadn't fought with Glinda then the Gale Force wouldn't have caught her. Fiyero really should never had run off with her, the captain of the guard, running away with the Wicked witch of the West, breaking his engagement with Glinda the good and, betraying all of OZ.
She reached out to touch his face, hesitating a little.
"Go, on touch, I don't mind. You did the best you could."
"You're still so beautiful." And it was true. She realized what Fiyero had been trying to tell her that night in the forest, she loved him, it didn't matter what he looked like. She loved him, which made him beautiful in her eyes, no matter what he looked like.
"You don't have to lie to me."
"It's not lying, it's seeing things a another way." He smiled as he recognized those words; they were the same ones he had said to her when she insisted that she wasn't beautiful.
"We can never come back to OZ, can we." She said it like a statement, she knew the answer.
"No"
"I just wish…"
"What?"
"I wish that Glinda could know that were alive."
"She can't, not if we want to be safe. No one can ever know." Elphaba could tell it pained Fiyero too. Weather he loved Glinda the way she loved him, or not, she was still one of there best friends, really their only friend that was a human, the rest were Animals. She was the only one, who would mourn and grieve for them, and she had to secretly morn for them, she couldn't in public, no funeral, and no grave for either of them.
She slowly got to her feet, and toke his hand.
"So, what's the plan, Fae?"
"I thought it was Brainless who came up with this plan, but I guess I could add on to that plan," she teased Fiyero," I took a few pages from the Grimorie before I gave it to Glinda."
"I never thought I'd see the day Elphaba Thropp would rip a page out of a book."
"Well I never thought I'd see the day Mr. Nothing-matters-but-knowing nothing-matters-would-think, so I guess we were both surprised." She said good-naturedly.
Then she added to her earlier statement," One of the pages has a portal spell, so we can leave OZ. The other is a complex healing spell," she looked at his face, what she had done to him," I need to make you human."
Before he could disagree with her, and tell her she didn't need to do it, she spoke again, "It's my fault you're like this. I want to help you, I want to help you, I want to make something better for once."
"I can't stop you, can I? After all, all of OZ couldn't bring you down, so how can I?"
"You can't." she said, kissing him as cries of 'Good news!' and 'No one mourns the Wicked!' were said around OZ.
