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Fiyero's eyes widened a bit, staring at the emerald skinned woman in front of him. For a moment, he was still, not daring to move. The female could sense his shock, or disgust for that matter as she simply scoffed, "The green? You get used to it."

"You're the wicked witch?"

She tried to tug away, but the Captain of the Guard proved stronger as he kept her in place, still holding her arm.

"The one and only. Why? Afraid I'll turn you into a toad?" she sneered.

"You're so…," Fiyero paused to find the right word, "… young."

The girl blinked, somewhat surprised with his answer. She'd been called many things—horrid, disgusting, an abomination, hideous, even an artichoke. But no one ever seemed to care about her age.

"So?"

"So, you can't be older than what, twenty?"

She scoffed "Try nineteen." Fiyero just sighed, "Close enough."

It was her turn to study him though, as her eyes were immediately fixed on the uniform he wore."So, you're with the Gale Force?" she asked warily. The comment had snapped him back to the fact that he was supposed to be capturing her.

"Uh, yeah, I am," he said, eyes narrowing as he gripped her arm tighter. She winced as he said, "And you're not going anywhere." She rolled her eyes, "Is that the best you've got? Really, I've escaped in harder circumstances. What makes you think I won't escape this time?"

"Because I'm the one who's captured you."

"Arrogant much?"

"Like you aren't?" he scoffed, "Thinking you can get away without any trouble?" The emerald girl just cackled, "If it helps you sleep at night to think that I won't get free, then fine. But don't come crying if I'm not here when you turn your back, dear."

Fiyero opened his mouth to retaliate, but he decided against it. He wasn't one to be at a loss for words, especially not when it came to a snarky comment, but he reasoned it would be best to get her back to the Wizard as soon as possible, especially since the sky was getting darker as each minute drew by.

"Just come on."

He dragged her by her arm, watching her follow as a steady pace, sometimes trying to wrench herself away, but never succeeding. He gave off a smug grin after a while—if that was all she had, there's no way she'd escape.

Finally the sky was lined with a stars and a full moon, and Fiyero decided it was getting too dark to travel. It wouldn't be any use to try and get out of the forest if he couldn't see where he was going. He looked at the witch, and obviously, she was all for the idea of stopping as she let out a soft yawn, before giving him her thousandth glare so far.

Fiyero chuckled, "We'll stop for the night, but don't try anything funny." The girl rolled her eyes, but she didn't complain. She was tired, and at least she didn't have to worry about being captured in her sleep—it didn't exactly matter at this point.

Fiyero pulled out the rope he had looped around his belt, just in case he actually managed to catch her, and proceeded to tie her wrists behind her back. She struggled a bit, but even she knew by now Fiyero was the stronger one. He had finished, and tied the opposite end of the rope around his right wrist, making sure that if she got up to run away, he'd wake up.

The witch was the first to sit—needing some slight help from the Captain to prevent from falling over—but Fiyero soon joined next to her. They sat in silence for a while, somewhat of awkward tension growing. All they heard were crickets, and an occasional owl, before Fiyero finally spoke up with "So, since we'll be stuck with each other for a while, I'm Fiyero. What's your name, anyway?"

"The Wicked Witch of the West," she spat.

"No, I mean your actual name," Fiyero said, ignoring the bitterness in her voice.

"No one really knows or cares," she shrugged, "even if you knew, no one would know who you're talking about."

"And if I specify?"

"You'll be considered a traitor. Believe me, the Wizard wouldn't want anyone siding with the wicked witch." Her tone was somewhat cold again, and Fiyero just sighed. "Okay, so, I won't specify, but I at least want to know what I can call you."

"The Wicked Witch Of—,"

"Forget it!" Fiyero snapped, turning away. He wouldn't normally be angry that easily, but he was trying to be nice. Was it so hard for her to give a simple answer? All he wanted to know was her name, and she was that stubborn. For Oz's sake, what was so wrong with it?

"… Elphaba."

"What?"

"My name is Elphaba. Elphaba Thropp."

Fiyero sighed, but gave off a small smile regardless. "Elphaba?" he paused a moment to think, "… That's a nice name."