Oh gosh you guys! I have rediscovered my love for Adam Garcia as Fiyero. Truthfully, he acts EXACTLY how I think Fiyero should act. He can't sing that well, but his dance moves make up for it. His delivery of the lines is so pure. His little scene in Thank Goodness almost makes me teary eyed. Well, here you go! A new year, a new chapter. I hope you enjoy it.

Initially I was going to write the scene where Fiyero finds Elphaba with the Wizard, but then I just got caught up in catfight videos. Oh, darn! I gave it away. Well, read on, and remember to review. I love every one of my readers. You guys are amazing!

I want to thank ElphabaROCKS for reminding me that Fiyero KNOWS she leaves him. UGH! I can't believe I forgot about that scene. So, keep in mind, while you're reading that this chapter has a few continuity errors with the musical.

I woke up with a smile on my face. For a moment, I had forgotten why, but then I remembered. Elphaba had returned to me. She loved me. She was mine, and I was equally hers. Now that I had her back, I wasn't going to let anything happen to her.

I felt cold. Panic struck. I sat up, searching for my love, but she was nowhere to be seen. Frantically, I stood up. Why would she have wandered off? Couldn't she have awakened me? How could I not have sensed her leaving? I sat down, leaning against a tree, defeated. Did she not want me?

Last night had been the most incredible night of my life. After so many years of sadness, possessing a heart that could not be unbroken, I finally had my happiness. There were nights when I would have nightmares. I would find Elphaba, and learn that everything we had shared had meant nothing to her. Thank Oz that was not the case. She was just as eager to repair her broken heart as I was. When we lay entwined, our heart beat as one. I was sure of it.

Truthfully, the connection frightened me. Elphaba had full possession of my heart. If she desired, she could ruin me. I buried my head in my hands. Accepting defeat, I thought of my options. The guard would be looking for me. Instead of a hero I had proved to be a traitor. I had threatened the Great and Powerful Oz, and run away with his most wanted enemy. I could let the guard find me, and spend my days rotting in jail. Who knows? Maybe my crimes are atrocious enough for a hanging.

I knew I did not want to live without Elphaba, but I was not sure that she did not want to live without me. She had disappeared on me, but I had to find her. I had to hear her say she did not love me. If she had played with my feelings all along, I would surrender to the guard. If she was simply getting firewood, I would take her in my arms and repeat what we did last night. Multiple times.

I began gathering my clothes. While buttoning my jacket, I heard her laugh. Honestly, it was more of a cackle. Quickly, I followed it. I grabbed my gun. I tried to recognize the trees and develop a path back to our camp, but I couldn't focus. Before long, I was running, hoping that I was headed in the right direction.

I did not realize that we had camped so close to Munchkin Land. On my way I was passing corn fields and hay stacks. Ahead, I could make out her voice, along with the voice of Glinda. Glinda. I had never meant to deceive her. If there was one instance where I played the villain, it was in deceiving her. She was a good person. Her soul is kind. She could not sacrifice as much as Elphaba has, but she truly does wish to help Oz. If I had the courage, I would apologize. Too bad it would never happen. A man only vocalizes and cements his faults when he knows there is no hope left, and he is going to die.

Before I took another step, I checked to make sure my gun was loaded. Suddenly, official guards seized Elphaba.

"I never meant for this to happen! Elphie!"

I grabbed the closest thing I could. I swung myself between the guards and Glinda, threatening them. "Let the green girl go." Or…attempting to threaten them. I hope that my gun made the phrase more intimidating.

Glinda looked at me, shocked. "Fiyero! How in Oz?"

I repeated myself, trying to sound menacing. "I said, let her go." I paused between every word, emphasizing my point. I had just gotten Elphaba back. I could not believe she was stupid enough to fall into a trap like this. Why did she leave the camp? Where was her protection? Why didn't she say goodbye to me? I looked towards my love. The guards were still holding on to her, tightly. Flashes of last night, of our tender embraces, gentle touches, lingering – I couldn't think of that now. I shook my head, hoping the thoughts of last night would leave. I looked back towards Glinda, and got an idea. "Let her go, or explain to all of Oz how the Wizard's guards watched while Glinda the Good was slain." I turned so my gun was facing Glinda. Her eyes had gotten bigger, and her shoulders were more tense. Did she honestly believe I was going to kill her?

"Fiyero?" She asked tentatively.

"Let her go." I said one last time. If this failed, I had no more options. Thankfully, the guards released her. I kept my gun aimed at Glinda. I grabbed Elphaba's broom, and threw it to her.

In that one moment, I was invincible. I was a man who was feeling his heart disintegrate in his chest. Flakes of sand and chards were dislodging themselves from the cavity that initially contained then, and slowly falling to their doom into the pit of my stomach. I questioned whether I had ever actually had Elphaba. "Elphaba, go now." Our stolen moments seemed so miniscule compared to my life. One night of true happiness, taken away by Ephaba's stupidity.

"Not without you." She was acting concerned. As if she cared for my well-being.

"GO!" I shouted. I could no longer contain my anger, for it was sheer anger that I felt. Why should I be punished so? I had done nothing to deserve this.

Glinda threw Elphaba her hat. Elphaba had dressed, and collected her things. How could I have not woken up? I tried to remember the taste of her lips. I couldn't. My grip on the gun loosened. I turned my head toward Elphaba, and saw tears in her eyes. I began to gravitate toward her. She needed me. I knew it. I saw it in her eyes. But I knew better. She needed me to save her, and I couldn't do that if I ran away with her now.

I watched her run off, alone.

In a panic I ran around the guards, trying to find an escape. Glinda stood and watched me. I knew I was trapped. Feebly, I pointed the gun towards her again. I don't know if it was the look in her eyes, or if I had finally come to terms with it myself: there was no hope. I lowered the gun, and slumped my shoulders, ready for the guards to grab me.

I stared at the ground. I tried to remind myself that Elphaba was safe, and that was all that mattered. I tried to remember the curve of her breast, the way she bit her lip when she was nervous, the feel of her light breathing on my neck. I was captured, but not arrested. Glinda was trying to reason with the guards. There was a part of me that wished she would persuade them to let me go, but my hope did not overpower my reason. The guards would never let me go. They had been waiting too long for this moment.

Glinda turned towards me. She placed her hand on my cheek. I looked up at her. She had tears in her eyes. "He loves her."

"Glinda, I am so sorry." The guards lifted me up, and tied my wrists. They hung me in a cornfield, and beat me till I bled. My teeth were knocked loose, but I couldn't taste the blood. I smiled to myself, for all I could taste was Elphaba's kiss. Her sweet lips on mine.

Goodness gracious. I hope you like it! I know that Fiyero has many conflicting thoughts in this one, but I want it to be that way. I want him to be constantly questioning things. I should probably proof read this, and then post it tomorrow…but I'm going to post it now.

Happy new year's all!