Author Note: I know I said I won't be able to write anything before finals but my hand seemed to have activated itself again. My friend sitting next to me in English decided to hate me for no reason and declared that she doesn't want to talk to me ever again. I broke down in tears and let them silently fall on my textbook. My hand seemed to have reacted to such intense emotions and grabbed a pen and some paper, beginning to continue the story. I actually found comfort in writing for the first time in my life. Finals will end next week and vacation starts afterwards, I will try to update then.
Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked or any of its characters, nor do I own Idina Menzel, Kristin Chenoweth or Norbert Leo Butz. Everything I write is made up by my suddenly emotional hand and I have no intention to insinuate anything or anyone.
Elphaba felt a twinge of brightness from outside of her closed eyelids. A slight move of her head made her immediately conscious of the ache within, which felt like a terrible hangover. Groaning, she slowly opened her eyes and found herself in a bedroom, surrounded by plain beige walls. Sun light sprinkled from behind elegant curtains. The red brick pillars told her she was in a building, according to a book about Earth Architecture she read, built around 19th century on Earth. She looked to her left once her headache subsided, and found a very attractive Fiyero. He had that same great and wonderful build he had when he was in the Gale Force, except that the diamonds on his skin were gone and most importantly, he was warm and… human.
Smiling at her husband's blissful sleeping form, Elphaba stroked a strand of brownish hair fallen on his face and began to trace his dark eyebrows with her thumb. Though concentrated in admiring Fiyero's perfection, she felt something amiss, aside from Fiyero's lovely change. Focusing harder, she noticed the absence of green. Her hand was the color of milk. She gasped a little and quickly examined her other hand and found the same. She led her scrutinizing scan to her arms, her shoulders, her legs and her feet and didn't see a single trace of green. The green was gone, completely.
"I'm no longer green? Why in Oz?" then she realized that she probably literally wasn't in Oz anymore. "What is this I am wearing? Some sort of highly exposing garment?" She glanced at her tank top and found a little label sticking out, reading, "Tankers- the best tanks in New York" "I'm wearing a…a tank? How is that possible?" Turning over to lie on her back, she felt perfectly comfortable and frowned in confusion, remembering her fall in the trap. Her hands flew to her midsection and found everything intact.
"So I'm not in Oz, somewhere on Earth, in a brick building built around the 19th century here. I'm injury-free and no longer green, in mysterious clothing called tanks and… light purple bed sheets?" Elphaba reasoned in her mind, trying to make sense out of it all.
"Fae, please, stay with me… Don't." Fiyero sighed sleepily and fumbled a bit.
"Yero? It's alright. I'm right here, honey, open your eyes." Elphaba asked worriedly and gently shook his broad shoulder.
"Fae?" Fiyero reluctantly opened his eyes and found himself staring at a stunning woman with the same midnight silk hair his wife had, warm chocolate eyes with a slight hue of emerald and exquisite, pointed features that resembled Elphaba's so much. The only thing that confused him was, her skin was pale as ivory.
"Who are you? What are you doing in my bed? What did you do to my wife?" The thought of this woman can by no means be Elphaba dawned on him and he searched for her frantically.
"Yero, calm down! It's me, Elphaba. Elphaba Thropp, the woman you promised to love forever."
"Fae? No, but you're not green, how is that possible?"
"I don't know, Yero. I'm still trying to figure out where we are, but look around us, we're definitely not in Oz anymore. And look at yourself, you don't look and feel quite the same either."
"What do you… my Oz! I have body temperature? I'm not made of straw?" Fiyero exclaimed joyfully, his expression changing from entirely clueless to highly exhilarated, with that lopsided grin that Elphaba missed so much on his face.
"Seems so, I'm not sure if it's a spell or a transformation that everyone goes through when they come to Earth. If it's a spell, I have no idea how long it may last."
"Apparently we have a lot more research to do. Still, you're not green? It may take some time for me to get used to that. I mean, don't get me wrong, you're still the most beautiful woman I've ever known, even in your new…color. But being green is part of why I love you so much." Fiyero looked a bit anomic mentioning the loss of one his favorite things about Elphaba. Sure, the green was what kept them apart so long and what brought them here, banished, no, wiped out from Oz, but still it marked how strong and unique she was and how special what they had was.
"Well, I guess you'll just have to adapt to that." Elphaba replied amusedly, before a knock on the door sent her into panic attack.
"What do we do? Should we answer it? What if someone recognizes us?"
"I think you should go. With your new color, I don't think even Glinda or Nessa will be able to recognize you. Plus, you said we're not in Oz anymore. I don't think you're that infamous that even people from the Other World know you."
"You're right. Wow, Yero, it seems like Earth has improved your thinking skills a lot."
"I'm still deeply shallow." Fiyero winked and gave Elphaba a slight shove toward the door.
That's all I've got for now, R&R please. Wish me luck with the finals next week!