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Chapter Three

Elphaba woke up to Fiyero sitting more in the middle of the cell eating a piece of bread. They were the only ones in the cell, and when he saw her get up he motioned for her to come and join him.

She stretched and made her way to the center of the cell and sat down and Fiyero handed her a piece of bread. "Where are the others?"

Fiyero spoke, "Good morning to you too." He smirked at her, "They got escorted out a few hours ago. Oz knows what happened to them." Elphaba bit into the bread and realized how hungry she was from the past few days. She quickly began to devour the bread and Fiyero watched in curiosity.

"What?" she said, her mouth brimming with crumbs, "I'm hungry. It's been days since I ate." She continued to eat and he began to pick at his bread. He stole a look at her while the two ate, and he eventually spoke up,

"You're very interesting, Elphaba." he said out of the blue.

She furrowed her brow, very confused.

"We've been in the same house for years and years and I hardly know anything about you."

Her brow stayed, "That's because my father-"

"Never let me within a hundred yards of you or Nessarose." He interrupted. She added,

"We just call her Nessa."

He sighed, a small smile coming to his face, "I rest my case."

Her face relaxed, "What are you getting at here, Fiyero?"

He went closer to her and sat down, a few feet across from her, "Well, we have some time to kill here, so I was thinking we could just talk." His face softened.

She looked around the cell, realizing what she was in for- she was in prison with the man who made her the most uncomfortable of them all- all because she thought he was oddly luring. His crystal blue eyes stared deep into hers and she had to look away before she blushed, "How long do you think we'll be in here?"

He sighed, "I try not to think about it." He scooted closer to her, "Elphaba, I'm not going to lie to you, this may not end well." her expression turned to concerned, "We're prisoners of war."

"Do you think they'll barter with us?" she asked.

"Possibly, or things could get worse. They may start to interrogate us. They know who you are and who your father is."

"And you, Fiyero. The people who captured us could use you against your parents." She said, referring to his bloodline.

He cupped her cheek, and she almost flinched from surprise, "We have to stick together. We can't let each other lose it. This is only temporary until the war ends."

She nodded and he lowered his hand. She responded, "What happens if they win?"

"Don't think about 'if's', Elphaba. One step at a time, alright?"

She looked into his crystal blue eyes and found a sense of warm comfort that she'd never felt before, and nodded her head again, closing her eyes and refusing herself to release any tears.

"Hey," he said and she opened her eyes, "We're gonna be fine. We just have to stick together. I promise, Elphaba."

She sighed and some of the stress left her, "Yeah. I guess I just never figured anything like this would ever happen. This whole war has been going on for so long, and I never thought that they would ever capture us."

He responded with, "It's crossed my mind once or twice. I always figured it would be my parents taking me back, but that clearly is too good to be true."

She picked her bread back up and picked at it, "Do you ever think about them?"

He looked away from her, "Almost every day. No offense to you Elphaba, but your father isn't particularly a kind man to his servants slash prisoners."

She responded, "Nor to his least favorite daughter."

He looked back at her, seeing her expression descend, "Did he…hurt you?"

She sighed, looking away from him, "I-I don't want to talk about it."

He went to her side and said, "Elphaba, he's not here. Oz knows where he is or what he's in for. He can't hurt you anymore."

She took in a breath; "If I didn't clean correctly, have dinner ready on time, didn't answer a question, or even if he had a bad day. It's like I wasn't even his daughter." She wanted to cry, but she knew she couldn't. Not now, not ever. She bit her lip and felt the tears welling in her eyes- years of frustration and abuse now coming to her, here in this prison cell with the most unlikely of partners.

He put an arm around her and she buried her face in her lap. He rubbed her back and said, "Elphaba, I'm so sorry."

She sniffled, meeting his gaze, "No, I'm sorry. I-I just-"

"You don't have to be sorry for anything, Elphaba. Its all over now."

She looked at his genuine smile through her teary eyes and felt a sense of relief come over her. For now, she was safe, and she was safe with Fiyero.