Chapter 3
The Witch walked downstairs to her Grand Hall. There was a scarecrow in there, waiting for her.
"I don't believe we have anything more to say to one another," The Witch said coldly.
"Come on, Fae, don't be like this!" Fiyero said.
His voice was so achingly familiar, she wanted to jump into his straw arms.
"Get out of my castle, Scarecrow or I'll throw more fire at you," The Witch said, turning to leave.
She opened the large door and was about to yell for Chistery to remove him, when she felt a straw hand on her shoulder.
"It's not your castle," Fiyero said softly.
"Excuse me?" The Witch said, a challenge in her voice.
"It's my family's, remember? Why are you doing this, Elphie?" Fiyero asked.
"You don't get to question me! I'm the Wicked Witch of the West! I can do whatever I want!" Elphaba said, whirling around to face him.
"You're not the Wicked Witch of the West," Fiyero said flatly, "You're Elphaba Thropp; the girl I love,"
"Shut up, Yero!" Elphaba snapped.
"Yero. You said, Yero," Fiyero said, smiling, "I knew the old Elphaba was in there somewhere!"
"I-I…" Elphaba stuttered.
Fiyero ignored Elphaba's stuttering and pulled her close. He hugged her tight and after a moment, she hugged him back.
"This doesn't change a thing, Fiyero! I'm still mad, no, furious at you!" Elphaba said, pulling back out of his hug, "How could you side with Dorothy? After everything we've been through?"
"Elphie; let me explain. I only went with Dorothy for two reasons. 1. So, I could find you and make sure you weren't dead. 2. I could find out what she was up to. I never sided with her!" Fiyero explained.
"Why are you here now?" Elphaba asked, "Not to sound sad that you're here or anything, but…"
"I have a plan to get us out of here," Fiyero informed her.
"Which would be…?" Elphaba prompted.
"You'll get 'melted' by Dorothy and I'll send a note that looks like it's from the Gale-Force, telling you I'm dead. Then, we can run-away together," Fiyero explained.
"People think water will melt me? People are so empty-headed they'll believe anything!" Elphaba snorted.
"That's what I said," Fiyero remarked, smiling.
"There's one problem in your plan," Elphaba said.
"Ohh, yeah," Fiyero realized.
"Glinda," They both said.