*breaks down brick wall* AT LAST! THE WALL OF WRITERS-BLOCK HAS BEEN DESTROYED!

Here is the next installment of my story "Just For This Moment" and I apologize for taking so long to update! I'm sure many people can relate, writers block can really get to you :(

BUT NOT ANYMORE! I'M BACK! Only 2 chapters left after this!

**THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO Elphaba wannabe FOR LEAVING ME A LOVELY COMMENT ON MY LAST CHAPTER THAT INSPIRED ME TO KEEP WRITING! THANK YOU! I AM defying gravity and no one can bring me down, thanks to you! :D**

Disclaimer: *admits she doesn't own Wicked* *is sad*

Something Has Changed

Fiyero's head felt as if it were spinning as the world grew darker and darker. He tried to grasp hold of reality but failed miserably. He could hear various voices here and there but he couldn't make out who was speaking. He felt as if his body was floating in water, except he was perfectly dry. The voices and noises got louder. A train whistle, a lion's roar, a voice screaming his name…a voice screaming his name? Fiyero listened as hard as he could in his dazed state, barely audible he could barely make out the sound of Elphaba's voice.

"FIYERO!" he could hear her cry. She sounded like she was hurting, whether or not it was physical or emotional Fiyero couldn't be sure. The noises got louder…he could hear the three noises, the whistle, the roar, and Elphaba's cry echoing in his head in a mix. He knew he had died, his body felt light, it seemed as if his feet were not touching the hard ground, and he felt no pain.

"Death is peaceful." thought Fiyero.

"FIYERO! Elecka namen…FIYERO! Namen, a tum FIYERO! A tum, eleka FIYERO!" he heard soft chanting of words he could not understand in between Elphaba screaming his name. The sounds got louder and louder until it sounded as if she was directly next to him, shouting at him. No, it was as if she was inside his mind, attempting to protect him from harm. He wanted to tell her he was fine, that death was painless…but if death was painless why was he cursed to hearing Elphaba's cries of grief…this could not be death!

Fiyero's eyes snapped open in an instant. The bright sun nearly blinded his eyes, but once they adjusted confusion set in. He was high off the ground, looking upon rows and rows of corn, past the corn he could see the yellow brick road shining under the sun. As his senses set in, he realized he could see things and he could hear things, and yet he could not feel a thing. He could not sense what was keeping him above the ground.

"What has happened to me?" was the only thought that Fiyero could create.

He looked to the side to see his arm, attached to a pole. His eyes then adjusted and he could see straw sticking out of his sleeve. He spent a few minutes trying to loosen the ropes that kept him fettered to the pole, but it was useless. It was almost as if he was being made to look like a common scarecrow. It was then that the horrible truth dawned on him…he was a scarecrow.

Elphaba. It had to be her, who else could have had the power to inflict such a dramatic change? Without warning, he began to chuckle. He couldn't understand the reason he had began to laugh lightly but soon enough it transformed into a roaring laughter.

"Oh Elphaba, is there anything you can't do?" he thought through a clouded brain. As he tried to control his maniacal laughter, he decided to try to decipher his emotion. He felt as if he had gone quite mad. What was he feeling? Greif? Frustration? Confusion? Anger?

Anger at Elphaba? No, he decided he was not angry at her. How could he be? Some odd force of magic she had cast had turned him into a scarecrow, yes, but also saved his life. Somehow he knew that Elphaba had not known the outcome of her enchantment, and if she had known it would reach this outcome then it must had been the only option. Become a scarecrow or die. In fact the only emotion he felt towards her was deep gratitude. He wished he could tell her.

He suddenly stopped laughing madly at Elphaba's clever trick and became worried. Why wasn't she here? Where was she? Did she even know that he was alive, or at least half-alive?

He struggled against the bonds that held him to his wooden pull, but to no avail. He was trapped in the body of a scarecrow and he had no where to go. He knew one thing for sure though; he would find Elphaba and tell her that he was alive. No matter the cost.

He suddenly heard footsteps on the road of yellow brick. His head snapped up to see a simple Munchkin farmer making his way down the road.

"Good morrow traveler!" Fiyero called out, desperate for news. He was pleased to hear that his voice had not changed a bit. The Munchkin looked startled to see a talking scarecrow but it was obvious that he didn't want to appear rude.

"Good day to you as well, what do you need?" He inquired with a raised eyebrow.

"What news is there on the Wicked Witch of the West?" Fiyero called out to the stranger. He made a mental note to apologize to Elphaba for using her horrid title later.

The Munchkin's eyes grew wide and he looked excited to spread the latest news.

"Oh good scarecrow she is a horrid beast! She seems even worse than ever! Why, just earlier today, right here in Munchkinland, she appeared and terrified a small girl who fell from a star! Now she swears revenge on the poor child, saw it with my own eyes! When will Oz ever see peace from her wretchedness?" he inquired with a shake of the head.

Fiyero clenched his teeth and controlled his anger towards this Munchkin. How dare he judge her? Does everyone simply believe everything nasty lie they hear about her? Despite his anger, the Munchkin gave him hope. Elphaba had been nearby, which means she is unharmed.

He nodded in response to the horrible Munchkin's question. "Indeed. Thank you, you've been very kind." Now get out of my sight. The Munchkin smiled and nodded, tipping his straw hat to him as he departed.

Hours past and he grew quite weary. He tried to sleep to pass the time, but he found that in his new state, sleep was no longer necessary for survival. He understood that this was a dire situation, but he couldn't help but complain to himself of his boredom. He tried to find ways to entertain himself, finding shapes in the clouds, humming songs, even counting rows of corn just to pass the time. At last he could distract himself no longer, and he mind turned to Elphaba.

She was grieving. She was grieving his death. Why else would she behave so recklessly? It worried Fiyero that she had no idea that he was alive and well in one way or another, and he had no idea what she was capable of under this much stress. A part of her must had died when he had been torn away from her; he knew the same thing would happen to him if he believed her to be dead.

He had to get to her, to ensure him that he was fine, to thank her, to ask her to run away with him and never look back. He would stop at nothing to get to her, now if only the universe could send him a sign.

It was at that moment that he was an anxious looking girl in a checkered blue dress walking down the yellow brick road with a small black dog at her side.

Sweet Oz, the universe works in mysterious ways.

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I would like to add that I'm not going to be writing the big long adventure Fiyero has with Dorothy, if you want to see that story go watch "The Wizard of Oz"! This is a Fiyerba story, so I'm going to skip some time and pick up around "March Of The Witch Hunters"