MESSAGE: I made an error while posting my third chapter to this! I accidentally replaced the chapter with another copy of the second one when I tried to fix a typo (oops) but I re-posted the third chapter and it's good to go, please read it before you read this chapter! :)

HERE IT IS! THE MOMENT WE HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR! (and no, it's not the end of the story) No big surprises in this chapter, half of it is direct quotes from the musical. (for all of those who are getting ready to file a lawsuit on me, check out my pretty little disclaimer...HAHA!)

I have to admit something, reviews are my drug and if I don't have any than I will die! AND SO WILL FIYERO BECAUSE HIS LIFE DEPENDS ON ME! Who want's to help me out here?

DISCLAIMER: GRR! I DON'T OWN WICKED AND NEVER WILL! *kicks table* I have past the denial stage and have moved on to anger, though I doubt I will never reach the acceptance stage.

Enjoy!

At Long Last

Fiyero and Glinda gazed upon the grand ballroom. Every audience member in the crowd roared as the two of them slowly began to descend down the staircase. Glinda was positively beaming as the grand spotlight showered upon her and the crowds cheered her name. When they reached the bottom of the steps, Fiyero did his best to put a happy expression on his face as he bowed to her and began to dance.

He and Glinda spun across the ballroom in perfect balance as the music swelled throughout the room. Soon enough, more Ozian couples began to join them on the dance floor, celebrating what Fiyero considered his greatest failure. Fiyero couldn't look in Glinda's eyes as they twirled, so instead he looked to her twinkling tiara. His mind began to wander as the gentle lull of the music played, and as always it landed back to Elphaba. He thought of the night he arranged the Ozdust party, and how she strode to the center of the floor and began to dance alone to no music. The thought brought a small smile to his lips. Glinda misread his smile and leaned up to peck his lips.

Glinda seemed to be having the time of her life as the night wore on.

"Who knows? Maybe I could be happy with Glinda…maybe I can accept my life for what it is at the moment, I could do worse."

"Oh Fiyero, when are you going to propose to me?" Glinda asked him suddenly while taking a sip of her cocktail. Fiyero nearly choked on his.

"WHAT?"

"Excuse me?" he asked when he stopped choking. She rolled her eyes.

"When are you going to get down on one knee and ask to marry me?" she asked casually.

"Aren't we already engaged?" he asked horrified.

"Yes silly, but you never proposed! It's what all of Oz wants to see! Besides…it's not official until you do!" she said giggling.

Fiyero took deep breaths to calm him down. It was one thing to agree to marry her, but how can he kneel down and ask for her hand when he didn't love her. He couldn't blatantly lie with such ease to all of Oz!

Glinda looked into his eyes and saw the reluctance. "It doesn't matter sweetie, we are still engaged, and I just want all of Oz to be as happy as we are."

"Fine." Fiyero snapped as he grabbed her wrist.

"ALL RIGHT SO BE IT! The point of no return, it's clear the universe just doesn't want him to be with Elphaba. She wants me to propose? I'll propose! What does it matter to me anymore?" Fiyero thought furiously as he walked towards the center of the ballroom and got down on one knee, taking Glinda's hands.

The crowd watched with smiles as he took Glinda's ring off her finger and held it up for her to see.

"I know you didn't get a proper proposal, but here it is. Glinda Upland of the Upperuplands, will you-"

"GUARDS! GUARDS!" he suddenly heard the Wizard's throne bellow, interrupting his proposal. He quickly stood up; anything to get away from this nightmare was welcome to him.

"I have to go Glinda, the Wizard needs me!" he said as he dashed away leaving Glinda looking curious and disappointed.

Fiyero sprinted towards the throne room, expecting to see some of the Wizard's flying monkeys loose and in need of gathering up. It wasn't the monkeys.

As Fiyero darted into the room, rifle in hand, his eyes met up with a face he had never expected to see again. Elphaba.

"Fiyero!" she cried in shock and relief.

"I must be dreaming." thought Fiyero.

After years of intense searching, years of separation, and years of heartbreak, there stood Elphaba Thropp before him. Throughout the years she had obviously suffered some wear and tear. Her simple black dress that hung loosely on her too thin frame was ripped and torn in many places. Her raven black hair was tangled and matted and fell past her waist. However her face was the same, the green face that he had memorized every detail of in his years at Shiz, her chocolate brown eyes wide with fear. She had never looked more beautiful to him.

"I don't believe it." Fiyero muttered softly.

She began to walk towards him with the look of overwhelming relief in her eyes.

"Fiyero thank Oz!" she said.

He had to think quickly, the guards couldn't know about their past or neither of them stood a chance.

"Silence Witch!" he bellowed. He almost felt his heart tear as he saw the shock cross her face as she backed away in fear.

"There's a goat on the lam sir." said one of his brainless guards.

"Never mind all that! Just…fetch me some water." He said remembering the outrageous tales he had heard a few days before.

"Water, sir?"

"You heard me, as much as you can carry." he said, getting rid of them.

They obliged and exited the room.

"Fiyero…don't do this." she pleaded softly. It killed him to see her so defenseless and frightened, but her had to keep up the act.

Without warning, he reached behind the throne and grabbed the Wizard who screamed in protest.

"Don't make a sound your Ozness, unless you want all of your guest to know the truth of the wonderful Wizard of Oz." he spat.

"Elphaba, I'll find you later, get out of here now!" He said, desperate to get her to safety and petrified to let her out of his sight again.

"Fiyero you frightened me!" She said softly looking into his eyes.

"I thought you changed." She added with a sad look in her eyes.

As Fiyero considered her words he realized that he has. She changed him. He had been a changed man ever since the day with the lion cub. He cared about things, about life. He started thinking about everything, he even started to read. She had single-handedly transformed him from an irresponsible prince to someone who cared. She had changed him for the better.

"I have changed." He told her softly, his eyes meeting hers. His heart leapt again just like it did years ago at the train station…until Glinda had interrupted them.

As if on cue, Glinda pranced into the ballroom saying "What's going on?"

"No Glinda! You'll ruin everything…you always ruin everything!" Fiyero thought heatedly.

"Elphie!" she whispered as she ran to hug her best friend. "Thank Oz you're alive!"

"Glinda please just go back to the ball!" Fiyero almost roared. There was no way she was going to keep him from Elphaba, not this time.

"Fiyero? What do you mean?" she asked walking towards him.

"Besides…it's not official until you do!" he heard Glinda's words from before replay in his mind.

"I'm going with her." He said softly.

"What?" Elphaba asked quietly in disbelief as their eyes met.

"What are you saying?" Glinda's hurt voice said after a moment of subtle silence from behind them, they both looked back to her.

"That all this time?" she said shaking her head, tears brimming in her eyes. "The two of you behind my back?"

Elphaba started to swiftly walk towards her shaking her head, still completely shocked at the current events.

"No, Glinda! It wasn't like that!"

"Well it was." Fiyero said. He couldn't stand there and pretend that he hadn't thought of Elphaba every second they were apart. "But it wasn't-" he began to explain. But he had no time; he dashed towards Elphaba and grasped her hand.

"Come on! Come on let's go!" he shouted as he began to run out of the throne room, ignoring the light hearted feeling he had while holding her hand.

"FINE GO! YOU DESERVE EACH OTHER!" Glinda screamed as they departed.

Fiyero and Elphaba hadn't gotten very far when he realized he still had Glinda's ring.

"Wait here!" he told Elphaba before dashing into the throne room. Glinda sat on the ground, holding her legs to her chest, weeping. He went up to her and opened the palm of her hand, placed her ring in it, and closed her fingers around it.

"I'm sorry Glinda, It's always been her." he said and without another word he ran out the door and grabbed Elphaba's hand once more.

"At long last." Fiyero thought as he and Elphaba ran down the corridor.