AN: Whoa six reviews?! No way! Thank you! Oh oz there is so much snow, I'm off for the second day in a row now. And I wanted to show (annoy) everyone at school my playbill ;)

Btw: Happy Mardi gras everybody! (Its still Tuesday where i am) And happy early Lent, I'm seeing Son of God tomorrow with my class, I'm so psyched!

Niathewickedlover: Ha! That's one of my favorite lines.

Mesa02: oh awkward, yeah I realize it has an 'e' at the end now. Hm those pesky little silent E's, would you believe I was in the state spelling bee? I still don't believe it haha.

If you have joined the review revolution hear me well- the story 'A Change in Weather' by cipslatin is an amazing story! 19 chapters long and... 8 reviews. I think we can change that. It's extremely well written and I highly recommend it! :)

Oh and my blissful blonde brain of mine forgot to mention- I got the names Kala and Kerchack from Disney's Tarzan (if you didn't know) heh heh, they sound pretty Ozian, am I right?

And special thanks to NellytheActress and Jaeme for helping me with ideas for this story :) you guys are the best!

Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked, and it brings me dishonor.

Okay, I'm done...

Chapter 2 ~ Family

Elphaba and Fiyero walked down to the dinning room to find the rest of the family already sitting.

"Sorry we're late." Fiyero started, taking an empty seat next to Hanlynn, Elphaba placed herself next to him, opposite from the king.

It felt weird to Elphaba, she shouldn't be sitting across from the king of the Vinkus, but if she even told Fiyero that he would argue with her about it.

"Did you two finally put your clothes back on." Hanlynn whispered to Fiyero, who's cheeks turned red.

"Han!" He hissed in her ear and she chuckled.

Elphaba, who was sitting next to Fiyero raised an eyebrow. 'Tell you later.' He mouthed to her.

Hanlynn whispered what she asked Fiyero in her older sister's ear, who giggled.

Zaq raised his eyebrows to his giggling sister. Raevyn waved her hand away at him deciding that the sixteen year old didn't need to know.

Zaq had the same eye and hair color as Raevyn, he was practically a younger version of his older brother, Jearo. The two boys were only two years apart and like their sisters they shared a special bond.

Jearo was quieter than Zaq, and the younger boy was still a raging ball of energy at times.

Kala gave her daughters a quizzical look before returning to her plate. The queen had lovely brunette locks and brown eyes, she would never admit that she dyed the grey hairs away.

She was always kind, looking to the glass half full on most situations. Kala would try to see the best in all people, which made her one of the best queens the Vinkus has ever had. She looked through her square framed glasses over to her husband to see if he had an answer to the fits of laughter.

Kerchack shook his head, claiming that he had no clue what it was all about. His blonde hair turned all shades of silver but his eyes still had a sparkle in them. He looked towards Elphaba and Fiyero to see if they knew what was so funny.

Fiyero shrugged him off before speaking.

"Dad did you have to show Fae the library?" He sighed and Elphaba chuckled. "I'm glad he did." She argued.

Kerchack laughed at the couple. "I'm happy to show anyone who appreciates literature as much as I do the library." He took a sip from his glass.

"It's like she's moving in there." Fiyero told his dad and Elphaba nudged him with her elbow.

"Says the guy who convinced me to come here by saying I'll be visiting my future home." She whispered in his ear.

Raevyn happened to overhear Elphaba and almost spit out her water.

"You said that Yero?" She asked in disbelief.

"Said what?" Zaq wondered, wanting to know what was so funny.

Everyone looked at Fiyero for an answer but he kept his mouth shut about it. Elphaba didn't though.

"When I didn't say yes right away to coming here for the summer he tried to convince me by saying I'll be visiting my future home." She explained to Zaq.

The Tiggular children and king started laughing, well except for Fiyero, the queen looked baffled at her son.

"You didn't let us in on your future proposal Fiyero." Hanlynn teased and Fiyero shot her a death glare. Elphaba blushed.

"I call best man!" Zaq shouted, raising his hand.

"Ooh Elphaba, can I be a bridesmaid?" Raevyn chimed.

"There's no wedding!" Fiyero told them, but he caught Elphaba's raised eyebrows out of the corner of his eye. "Yet." Fiyero concluded and she nodded.

"What do you mean yet?" Jearo wondered, loving messing with his older brother.

"I mean that I haven't" he stuck his thumb out to count "a) proposed to Elphaba, and" he raised his index finger "b) that one day I will propose to Elphaba." He put his arm around her, as if he was claiming his property.

"Way to ruin the surprise Tiggular." Elphaba said dryly, as she leaned away from his arm and took a sip of her water.

Kala chuckled. "I have a feeling that we should change the subject." She said knowingly, seeing the slight blush that still resigned in Elphaba's and Fiyero's cheeks.

"Agreed." The couple spoke at the same time.

Hanlynn started tapping her spoon on her water glass, looking expectantly towards the two on her right.

Of course that annoyed everyone at the table and finally her mother questioned it. "Han, what on earth are you doing?"

"I'm helping Fiyero and Elphaba practice for their wedding reception." She filled her mother in and immediately Raevyn started doing it too, loving the idea.

Elphaba blushed a darker shade of green and Fiyero gave murderous looks to his sisters.

"What? Kiss her already!" Raevyn commanded. Fiyero turned to Elphaba.

"I believe there was a request for me to kiss you." He said smiling like a fool. Elphaba gave a disapproving look towards Fiyero. He shrugged it off and placed his lips on hers.

"Yay!" The girls started clapping and the boys rolled their eyes.

"Thank you, thank you." Fiyero hushed them and Elphaba whacked his side.

"I think it's time for dessert." Kerchack tried to actually change the subject this time but Hanlynn just had to say one more thing.

"I know what Fiyero's having." She sang. Raevyn, Zaq, and Jearo laughed, and Fiyero, and the king and queen's gawked at her, while Elphaba had to hide her face with her hands, her cheeks were so dark.

"Hanlynn!" Fiyero yelled at his sister. She chuckled. "What?" She wondered innocently between giggles.

"I'm not making fun of you about that time you kissed that boy, what was his name? Kellvin? Bellvin?" Fiyero started and Hanlynn became silent as her eyes turned the size of saucers.

"Was it Sellvin? Or Wellvin?" He continued.

"Fiyero." Hanlynn hissed, warning him to stop.

"Zellvin? No. Dellvin? No that's not it either." Fiyero kept rambling. Elphaba, Kala and Kerchack had no idea what was happening, but Raevyn was leading on.

"Whoa, whoa, wait, you kissed Mellvin? That slug who lives in the coffee shop?" Raevyn questioned and Hanlynn's cheeks turned red.

"I was only thirteen!" Hanlynn tried to defend herself.

"Ew. You kissed Mellvin? I saw that kid eat a bug once." Zaq scrunched his nose.

"Fiyero promised he wouldn't tell." Hanlynn shot daggers at him and Fiyero just shrugged.

"I said that I wouldn't tell unless I had to." He corrected her, smoothing out the napkin on his lap.

"Fiyero so what if she kissed Mellvin? I kiss you all the time." Elphaba teased and everyone started laughing, save Fiyero.

He saw what she was doing and smiled. "Thank you." He mouthed, planting a kiss on her head and wrapping his arm around her shoulder, she didn't try to escape this time.

"For what?" She wondered, acting oblivious. He gave her a 'you know what I mean' look.

"You dug the hole, i just helped you out of it." She said, pulling his arm more around her.

...

Holda started hanging one of Nessa's dresses up. She had unpacked everything else, it was just the things like sweaters and dresses that needed to be hung.

Frex walked into Nessa's room finding Holda in the closet. Nessa was in the parlor doing her needlepoint, he was looking for her.

"What are you doing in here?" Frex wondered, eyeing the blue dress Holda was about to hang up.

"Just helping Nessa unpack." Holda replied simply, continuing to place the hanger on the pole.

"Nonsense, Elphaba can do-" Frex stopped himself, realizing that Elphaba wasn't there to do everything.

Holda noticed this. "Frex, you realize that one day Elphaba won't just be at Shiz, or visiting the Vinkus? One day she's not going to be here."

Frex made a sound in his throat. "And why should I care? Ha. One day she'll be gone, good. It'll be better not having that abomination in my house anymore." He said, using a tone as if he were trying to convince himself that that is what he thought.

"Frex!" Holda snapped. "Face it, you love your daughter."

"No I do not." Frex argued, shaking his head, now trying to convince the both of them that those were his thoughts.

"Yes, you do." She said firmly. "You're just brainwashed by all of Oz that she's a disgrace, because she's green. Frex, from what I've heard from Nessa, everyone should be jealous of you for having her as your daughter."

"How so?" Frex challenged, crossing his arms.

"She topped the year at Shiz, by a lot."

Frex looked away. "Anyone can do that."

"I can honestly say that she'll be the Crown princess of the Vinkus." Holda tried.

Frex scoffed. "I doubt that."

"She's Melena's daughter." She said quietly.

Frex whipped his head back to her. No one had ever cracked the case before, the teeny tiny reason Frex actually loved Elphaba, she was Melena's.

So was Nessa, but Nessa wasn't green. It was easier to love Nessa, but the hard part about Elphaba, was that she had gotten to meet Melena, and every time Frex turned around, there be Melena gushing on how smart Elphaba was, and how sweet she was, and how much she loved her.

And how could Frex not love anything that Melena loved?

...

Elphaba snuck out of her room and went back to the library. She had started a thick book earlier that day and she was only a few pages away from finishing it.

"Psst." Elphaba jumped at the whisper. The only light in the room came from a lamp that was behind the sofa Elphaba was in. That seemed to be where the whisper came from.

"Hey, book!" Elphaba rolled her eyes. Fiyero.

"Yero, what are you doing?" She wondered annoyed, just wanting to read the ending of her story.

"Hey book, can I have my girlfriend back now?" He was having a conversation with Elphaba's book.

"Really Yero? It's ten o'clock, go to bed." She told him. Fiyero revealed his hiding spot by standing on his knees behind the seat.

"Oh no, ten you say? It's past my bedtime at age twenty four, in summer." Fiyero deadpanned.

Elphaba replied with another eye roll.

"You were awful quite during dessert." He began, raising himself to sit at the top of the sofa,his back facing Elphaba but his head was turned towards her.

"You're going to fall." Was all Elphaba said in return, darting her eyes back into the pages.

He relentlessly swung himself around and plopped down on the cushion.

"What's up?" He asked softly.

Her answer was silence. Fiyero sighed, knowing that whatever was bugging her, it was nothing to be messed with.

"If it's about all the future marriage talk and the girls demanding we kiss at the dinner table, then I'll-"

Elphaba shook her head. "It's not that." Fiyero noticed how delicate her voice was, as if she spoke any louder it would croak.

"You know you can tell me anything, I hope you know anyway." He spoke, hating how upset she was, and that he didn't know how to fix it.

She sighed tiredly,slouching down, crossing her legs, and putting her elbow on her thigh and cradling her cheek with her hand before speaking. "I was just thinking about what my sister sent me."

It all made sense to him now.

"Fae-" Fiyero started but she was quick to cut him off.

"No, it's stupid, I mean I haven't cared about what my father did for twenty one years, why all of a sudden am I coming to tears at the thought of him remarrying?" Elphaba said to herself, venting out all of her thoughts.

Fiyero didn't try to comfort her right away this time, he frowned, not understanding something.

"Elphaba your twenty three." He reminded her. She nodded her head, her gaze still on the area in front of her.

"Well I don't think I had much of an opinion when I was one, but when I was two I used to think that Frex was the coolest guy ever, 'cause he was my father, but when I realized that he hated me, I stopped caring." Elphaba explained, her voice giving no emotion away.

Fiyero made a mental note to kill Frex when he saw him next time. The heartless jerk couldn't be a father to Elphaba for a year? Seriously? He had some choice words for the governor.

But right now, he needed to assure Elphaba that Frex was not replacing Melena, and he didn't know how to do that.

Fiyero looked over to her, still in the same position. She looked so out of it. Of course, she was never the peppiest person in the world, but Fiyero noticed lately how she would smile more often, or the sparkle in her eye would twinkle brighter. All of that was just, gone.

Fiyero only knew one thing to say that he was certain of.

"I love you Fae." He said, lifting his fingers to her ebony locks, twisting his fingers in the strands of it.

Elphaba sat up to look at him, he just had this pathetic grin on his face as his eyes became fascinated by her hair.

She decided to allow a smile to tug at the corners of her lips, just the corners, and made eye contact with him.

"Love you too Yero."

And right there Elphaba knew that no matter how much it hurt that Frex was replacing her mother, Fiyero was going to love her. She thought. Galinda was going to love her. Nessa was going to love her. She figured if she had those people in her life, what more did she need?

...

Frex had been lying awake in his room all night. It kept bugging him how Holda knew why he loved Elphaba. No one had ever done that.

He remembered when she was born. When he saw her little green face, he felt like a failure. Like he had failed Melena, like he failed his own child, practically blaming himself for her skin, even though no one knew why it was that her skin was green. He tended to do that a lot in the past, blame himself for things that were no one's fault.

He remembered the disgusted look on the midwife's face. He felt even more discouraged then, but then he saw the look on Melena's face.

She was awestruck, she had this joyful facial expression, he could just see how much Melena loved their daughter right then and there.

He glanced back at the midwife, still gawking at the child. It looked as if there was some kind of miasma lurking in the room. Had his daughter disgusted her that much?

He thought then, that thing wasn't his daughter, it was some obscene creature. He knew what had to be done.

"Take it away." He spat. Melena stared at him, terrified. She held her daughter tighter, closer to her.

He looked back at the midwife, intrigued at Frex's order.

He looked back at Melena, still horrified at him.

"Take it away." He shouted before leaving the room. The only thing he heard was the baby crying. He had scared his own daughter.

Frex regretted that day now. He wished that he hadn't done that, scare Elphaba, and Melena. He didn't know what happened after he left. He recalled hearing Melena scream at the midwife to get away from her child and leave immediately.

He remembered hearing Elphaba cry even more. He remembered hearing Melena's sweet, gentle voice sing to clam her down. He wanted to go back in there. He wanted to apologize. He never did though.

It was now that Frex realized something truly terrible; he never held Elphaba. He was so busy going with the crowd and saying what an atrocious thing she was.

He felt like dirt, no worse than that. He felt like filth that was underneath filth. What was he supposed to do now? Just apologize for the twenty three years of physical, emotional, and mental abuse? Yeah, that would go over well.

'Hi Elphaba, glad you're home, listen, I'm sorry for never acting like I loved you your whole life, I'm actually proud to say that you're my daughter.'

Sure, that would just go peachy. She wouldn't believe him, he knew that much. Frex inwardly groaned. He knew it would take a while, but he had to make things right with her.

...

"Elphaba, there you are." Zaq said, sitting down next to her on the window seat in the library.

She looked up from the pages of her book. "Here I am, what's up?" She inquired, closing her book and facing him.

"I just got the best idea ever." He exclaimed, talking with his hands.

Elphaba raised an eyebrow. "And what would that be?"

"Whoa, you can raise one eyebrow at a time?" Zaq said astonished, getting far away from his point.

"Yes I can." Elphaba responded slowly. "Can't you?"

Zaq shook his head fast, making his choppy blonde locks fly everywhere.

"Okay back to my point, I have it all figured out." Zaq declared triumphantly.

"Have what figured out?" Elphaba questioned.

"How we're going to kidnap you from Munchkinland and bring you back here to the Vinkus so that Fiyero can propose, you two can get married, and have a million children." Zaq explained, being dead serious.

Elphaba felt as if she was choking, even though she had nothing to choke on. "Okay, for starters Zaq, I don't think it'll be necessary for anyone to kidnap me. I'm twenty three, I can make my own decisions."

Zaq looked as of he was deep in though, his lips pursed and he had his hand on his chin. He nodded.

"Second, I don't think it's possible to have a million children." Elphaba said, shuddering inside at the thought.

Zaq kept his thinking face on. "Okay, I'll work out the details." He said before getting up to leave, which was the same time Fiyero entered.

He sat beside her and planted a kiss on her head. "Hello." He greeted her.

"Hi." She replied, trying to return to her story, despite the fact she knew it was no use.

"What did Zaq want?" Fiyero wondered with a furrowed brow.

"Oh, he just was explaining how he had the most ingenious plan." Elphaba started.

Fiyero raised his eyebrows. "What kind of plan?" He was going to put his money on it had something to do with him and Elphaba getting married.

"The plan of how you all are going to kidnap me from Munchkinland, and bring me to the Vinkus so you can propose, we can get married, and have a million children." Elphaba said as if it were everyday conversation.

Fiyero coughed. "A million?"

Elphaba nodded. "One followed by six zeros, and Fiyero if you seriously want that many children may I suggest marrying some other girl, and twenty five hundred thousand other girls." She said blankly.

Fiyero chuckled and brought her closer to him. "Not gonna happen." He assured her. "There's only one girl out there for me."

Elphaba met his eyes. "She must be pretty lucky."

"You are." Fiyero teased, leaning his head down so that their noses touched. "Yero?" She spoke up quietly.

"Yes my love?"

There had been a question that Elphaba had been pondering for a little while now. "Do you really want children? Or do you want them because you need an heir?" Elphaba wondered.

Fiyero sat up, took both of Elphaba's hands, and looked straight into her eyes. "Fae, I couldn't imagine anything more wonderful than having kids with you, but if you don't want-"

"I never said I didn't want them. I asked if you wanted them." Elphaba looked down, hating how she thought Fiyero tried to dodge the question.

Fiyero let go of one of her hands and picked up her chin so their eyes could meet again. "Then yes, yes I would love to have children with you."

Elphaba smiled. "Just not a million."

Fiyero frowned. "Darn it, I was really looking forward to naming a million children." He said, acting disappointed.

Elphaba laughed. "We'll just have to give our kids really long names then."

Fiyero laughed. He knew that if he said that to any other girl, they would have slapped him.

...

Frex was sitting in his room, reading. His reading glasses were perched on his nose and he was zoned out.

He looked up when he heard someone coming in, he knew it was Holda. She was the only one that wouldn't knock before entering his study. It wasn't that she didn't have the courtesy to, she just didn't fear Frex.

He quickly dogeared his page, closed the book and hid the title with his hand. Frex looked up to her. She had her arms crossed.

"Yes darling?" Frex said with a smile on his face.

Holda raised her eyebrows. "What were you reading?" She questioned as she walked closer to his desk.

He kept smiling. "Nothing dearest, why would you think I was reading?"

Holda gave him a dull look. "I'm not blind Frex, I can see the glasses on your face." She deadpanned, he cringed and took the glasses off of his nose.

She grinned in victory. "So, what are you reading?" She asked a second time.

"Nothing of importance." He tried, Holda didn't let it go. She tried to swipe the book from under his hand, but he held it up before she could get to it.

Her red painted lips scrunched up. "Fine." She sighed. "I'll just go." She said, turning around. Frex put the book back on his desk to adjust his glasses. Holda speedily turned back around and snatched it.

Holda laughed after reading what was on the blue cover. "The Art of Apologizing?" She wondered in disbelief.

Frex put his head in his hand.

"Who are you-" Holda stopped, answering her own question. "You're going to apologize to Elphaba aren't you?"

Frex's reply was a loud exhale. Holda smiled. "Ha. I knew it. I knew you loved Elphaba." Holda gushed.

"Yes, yes, you were right, as always." He said dryly. "Can you please give me my book back now?" He asked, holding out his hand.

"Frex you don't need a book to teach you how to say sorry." Holda told him.

"You do when you don't know how." Frex protested, reaching out for the book a second time.

"Frex all you have to do is say that you've seen the wrong of your ways and apologize, but you have to be heartfelt about it too." Holda taught him.

"That's probably in the next chapter, if I could ever get to it." Frex grabbed out to retrieve it, but Holda was faster.

"Frex why are you so worried about this?" Holda inquired amused. She knew Frex would want to patch things up with his daughter, but to go through so much trouble about it?

Frex closed his eyes and let out a tired sigh. "You wouldn't understand."

Holda decided to stop the taunting. "Try me." Was all she said.

Frex looked back up at her. "I am scum." Holda, despite the scenario, let out a small laugh. "Is this why you're so worried? You think that because she doesn't like you she won't forgive you?" She tried to understand.

Frex looked down. Holda noticed how gloomy his face was. "I never held her." He said in the smallest voice ever.

Holda frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I, when she was little, I never held her, or hugged her, or kissed her for that matter." Frex's voice became more glum every word he spoke.

Holda's heart broke. "Oh Frex-" she began to comfort him but he stopped her.

"No it's my own stupid fault. Then I blamed her for killing her mother, which was my own stupid fault too."

Holda gasped. "Frex you did not kill Melena." She chided.

"Yes I did." He continued. "If I hadn't been so selfish, if I hadn't been such a moron and realize that Elphaba wasn't bad because of the green, then maybe Melena would still be here."

Holda looked down to the ground, it was her voice that was weak this time. "Then I wouldn't be here."

Frex, realizing what he said, gave himself a large face palm. "Oz Holda, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for-"

"No it's okay." She shook her head. "You were just letting your thoughts out." Frex stood up and pulled her in for a hug.

"Why do I hurt everyone I love?" Frex asked Holda and himself.

She gave a sad smile, picking up only one thing from his sentence. "I love you too Frex."

Sorry it's going so slow, I literally just figured out the plot and main events in this story like an hour ago :P

So chapter 2, please review, did you like it? LoathE it? Favorite lines?