Title: First Meeting
Verse: Musical
Rating: K
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Fiyero/Elphaba
Suggested Listening: As Long As You're Mine- Wicked… although that is a little mature for this fic… Meh, how about I'll Cover You-Rent( I think I just inadvertently called Elphaba a drag queen)
The just-barely eight year old Prince of the Vinkus was very bored. Fiyero Tiggular was infamous for his impatience, and he did not see why he had to be the stupid party, in the stupid, uncomfortable clothes his mother had laid out for him.
"Fiyero, it's a party for the Wizard of Oz!" His mother had said.
"So?"
"So your father needs to be here. Look around you. There are people from all-around Oz here, my son."
So Fiyero busied himself by watching other people. Very quickly, he came to a conclusion. Adults were very boring. then, he noticed a girl about his age. She had blonde curls (she was obviously Gillikinease), tied up with a pink ribbon. She was slumped down in a wide-backed chair, pouting.
As Fiyero made his way to this girl, he got very, very side tracked. This time, he saw a man. He wore Munchkinland's blue, but was taller than any Munchkin Fiyero had ever met. Beside him, was another little girl. But this one was very... different. Her skin was a rather pretty shade of emerald green. She looked rather uncomfortable in a white and lavender dress, with far too many ruffles. He liked the purple ribbon in her black hair though.
So Fiyero went to the Munchkinlander girl.
"Hello!" He said brightly. the girl spun around, surprised.
"Um. Hi." She said, looking down at her patent leather shoes.
"I'm Fiyero. Who're you?"
"Elphaba Thropp." She said, shyly.
"Elphabababa?" He mispronounced, playfully.
"Elphaba."
"You need a nick-name. Fae."
"Huh?"
"You're nickname. Fae."
"If you get to call me Fae, what do I call you?"
"I don't know."
"Well, your name's Fiyero... So, Yero."
"OK." Elphaba's eyes had brightened a bit, at the new friend.
"Hey!"
"What?"
"I know where they have ice cream!"
"Really?"
"Yeah. C'mon, Fae."
So she followed him.
A half hour later (which seemed a lot longer to the pair of eight year olds.), Fiyero's mother
appeared.
"Fiyero, where did you go?"
"I was just playing with her!" The prince said, guiltily.
"I spent the last hour looking for you. Say goodbye, and lets go."
Fiyero (reluctantly) turned to Elphaba, and said. "Bye Fae."
"Goodbye Yero." She said shyly. On an impulse, he smiled, kissed her cheek, and then turned around to follow his mother.
Once, they were out of earshot, "Fiyero! Who was that?" His mother said, angrily.
"That was the girl I'm gonna marry. Someday."