Hey everyone! Once again, I'm super late! I wrote this chapter a long time ago but I've been away from home for almost two weeks (festivals - omg i saw the arctic monkeys -, college stuff, blablabla) so yeah, please forgive me! Ok, so we're almost at the ending of the Fic (10 chapters) just like I planned (which makes me kinda sad, because now I wish Fiyero was part of OUAT... and Zelena too of course. Anywayyyyssss, here it is. Hope you'll like it. :)

(song suggestion: snow ghosts - and the world was gone)


One week had passed and Zelena feared she was turning green again - at least on the inside.

Every time she looked at her sister, smiling and laughing with her boyfriend along with Roland… oh goodness, she wanted their happiness so badly. At some point, the emotional pain turned physical; her hands were always curled in fists and good thing she didn't get out of that house, otherwise she wasn't sure of what she might have done to the citizens calling her names or looking at her with disgust.

She was powerless but not completely useless. And that's what frightened her the most. There's still a lot you can do without magic. Knifes and guns are always an option for the desperate.

Even little Roland noticed there was something wrong with Zelena. "Are you sad, auntie Lena?" He asked her one night, his sweet brown eyes filled with concern. Zelena turned her back on him without saying a word. She regretted it deeply. Her sweet Roland was innocent in all of that but she couldn't help it. Zelena was losing herself again, all because of a stupid self-centered drunk man who was too much of a coward to leave his kids without even saying goodbye.

Zelena never had the chance to meet her real mother and even despite everything Regina said about her – that Cora was a terrible person who would only find happiness in destruction – Zelena couldn't care less. Cora was still her mother and parents don't abandon their kids. Never. It's cruel and it leaves nothing but open wounds.

Regina tried to reach out to her sister right after Fiyero left that night, but Zelena couldn't even look at her. "What happened? Did he hurt you?" "I really don't want to talk right now." She replied sharply, making her way to her bedroom, but Regina knew better and followed Zelena. "What happened?" This time she wasn't using her nice and understanding tone; this time Regina sounded really angry, demanding an answer. "If that drunk touched you I swear I will have him arrested." Maybe he should be arrested, only not in that land, but in Oz. Better yet, he could just be sent back to his stupid land, back to the kids he left behind. "He didn't do anything, get out of my room."

One week had passed and Zelena was now sitting by the window; it was almost midnight, the streets were empty, and so was her heart. Her hands were shaking and it wasn't because of the cold weather; to be quite honest, her whole body was shaking, trying to contain all the anger, but it was so, so hard.

As the witch looked at herself reflected on the glass, she realized she was crying; not the panicky kind of crying, but the silent type. It was too hard fighting with herself all the time, trying to defeat her bad roots, the same ones that grew with her. How do you get over all the anger? How do you put it behind your back?

Suddenly, Zelena remembered Tiffany, her favorite fictional character. Tiffany, who used to be happy and joyful, had to deal with the sudden death of her husband, and the worst part was that she blamed herself for his accident; she turned into a cold woman, she tried to replace her husband with one night stands and then, she treated people like crap, even the ones who cared about her – like her sister. Either way, even surrounded by nothing but pain and despair, Tiffany never lost sight of who she was. Of course she made some bad choices along the way but, at some pointed, she figured it all out. Tiffany managed to make it all work.

Maybe Tiffany, someone who wasn't even real, would turn out to be the perfect role model, some sort of anchor. Tiffany represented everything Zelena wished to be. Despite her bad traits, her cold heart and her terrible past, she wanted to improve herself and be good.

"Evil isn't born, it's made. And so is good." She remembered her sister telling her.

Maybe it was time to get out of that house. Maybe she would just go for a walk to the docks. Maybe she would stay there until sunrise.

(…)

The sound of the waves hitting the rocks was surprisingly calming, just the thing she needed to find a little bit of peace.

Zelena walked down the old wooden stairs that led to a small beach and before jumping to the sand, she got rid her shoes, leaving them behind, one of them on the stairs and the other… well, she wasn't sure because it was dark but it didn't matter. It was lost somewhere.

The redhead walked carefully on the cold sand for a few minutes, playing with the small grains with her feet and throwing them around, just like little kids do. After a while Zelena sat down, hugged her legs against her chest and looked at the dark horizon. The moon was slightly hidden that night but the stars provided enough light for her to still see the waves crashing on the shore.

Zelena wondered for how she had been there, alone and listening to the waves, feeling the wind cradling her, but she hoped it was still hours away from the sunrise. She wished for the night to never fade away. She wished time would freeze and maybe then everything would fall into place.

Just as the redhead was starting to close her eyes, slowly laying down on the sand and falling asleep, she heard a voice. Fiyero's voice. "Milady!"

No, it couldn't be him. It was a dream – no, a nightmare. It simply couldn't be him.

Oh, but she was wrong.

"Milady, we need to talk." Her blue eyes widened with shock as she looked around; it took her a while to see the dark silhouette approaching her. Despite the shock and anger, Zelena noticed the way Fiyero was walking and stumbling on his own feet. Constantly.

"Milady, you forgot your shoes." He was drunk. Oh dear lord, he was completely wasted; it was a surprise he wasn't carrying a bottle of wine with him as well.

Returning to her senses, Zelena got up and took a step back. "How did you find me? Are you stalking me?" She demanded an answer but by the time she pronounced those words, Fiyero found his way to the place where she was standing. Just a few feet away from each other, Zelena noticed how tired he looked. His green eyes were dark, and it wasn't because it was nighttime. He looked devastated and smelled of alcohol.

"Milady, your sister came to me a few nights ago and I thought she was going to kill me." He laughed but it wasn't a happy laugh. He sounded really sad. "She told me to fix what I broke and I'm here to do that. I don't know what I did wrong and I want you to tell me so we can work things out." Then, he looked her straight in the eye and handed her her shoes.

Zelena felt like crying. She was still so angry at him. She wanted to punch him, or to cast a spell on him, but on the other hand, what would she gain with that? Nothing. Just more anger.

Accepting her shoes, Zelena looked away and walked past Fiyero without saying a single word, just like she did with Roland a week ago. However, Fiyero was not a child like Roland, which meant he wouldn't give up that easily.

"Great, do that; run away from me, that's what you do best, isn't it Zelena?" She stopped walking, not because he insulted her but because it was the first time he was calling her by her name. He would always call her 'milady' and to hear him saying her name, her real name, was so strange. And frightening.

Turning around to face him, Zelena raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me? Who are you to tell me that? You're the one who ran away. You ran away from your kids. What kind of person does that?" She spit those words with such cruelness and anger that she feared her skin was turning green again. Actually, Zelena looked down to her hands only to make sure. Nop, still pale.

Fiyero didn't answer; he just stood there, starring at the redhead. She shook her head, as if trying to push away a bad thought, and turned away once more. She tried to walk away quickly but, surprising her, Fiyero caught her and grabbed her upper arm.

"I didn't leave them-" "You did!" She yelled, freeing herself from him abrutly and taking a few steps back.

"I grew up with a loving woman who claimed to be my mother but when she died and left me with her husband – who was nothing but cruel to me -, he told me the truth." Oh lord, Zelena needed to let it all out. "He told me they found me when I was still a baby and that they took care of me. My real mother abandoned me, just like you did with your kids. And look how I turned out to be!" Zelene was now crying and yelling, her voice turning hoarse and weak. She threw her shoes to the ground and pointed at herself with one of her hands. "This, this is what your kids will turn out to be. They will be selfish, envious and evil, and it will be all your fault."

Zelena imagined little kids with green eyes and dark hair, just like Fiyero, and she felt sorry for them; no, she wished they wouldn't turn out to be like her. She wished they would turn out to be good kids, even though she wouldn't say it out loud. No way. Fiyero needed to hear her, to be faced with the possibility that his kids might have grown with anger and cruelness in their hearts.

All because of him.

At first the dark-haired man didn't answer. He just looked at Zelena with sadness in his eyes. Then, he smiled and looked down to the sad. "You're wrong." He replied, looking back up at the witch. "They may not have me but they have a mother and I can assure you, she is an amazing mother. You see, Zelena-" Fiyero was now walking towards her, occasionally stumbling on his own feet. "Your mother left you but someone else found you and took care of you, loved you."

Fiyero placed both his hands on her shoulders but Zelena shook them away once more. He sighed. "When that woman died, I assume she left you with a shitty father, and that was the problem. You were left with no one to look up to. No one to guide you." They were close; so close that Zelena felt his warm breath on her face; it smelled of alcohol but she was too angry to care.

"Zelena, my kids have an amazing mother, they're not alone. But you were. They will never be evil or cruel. They will be marvelous!" He was now laughing with joy. Zelena wanted to wrap her hands around his neck and strangle him; to prevent that from happening, she just turned around and walked away.

This time Fiyero didn't follow her. Instead, he shouted. "I wish you were my wife."

Zelena felt her whole body freezing and suddenly she had no clue of how to breathe. That must have been one of the side effects of alcohol: saying things you don't feel... right?

"I wish I had married you instead of my wife; I would have chased away all the darkness in your heart." Zelena felt tears streaming down her face but still she couldn't move. Without a warming, Fiyero's hand touched her shoulder carefully, asking for permission to look at her.

Finally face to face, the green eyed man gazed upon the redhead,who was crying silently. Goddamn it, she was beautiful; even with tears falling from her blue eyes, she was still so beautiful.

"Oh, Milady…" he sighed, his thumb caressing her cheek softly, cleaning away the tears. She didn't push him away; in fact, Zelena didn't even move, she just stood there, looking at him, frightened, in disbelief. "… with you, I would be so careful."

He meant it. He meant every single word; Fiyero was well aware of being drunk but he was also aware of the weight of his words and how truthful they were. Alcohol is well known for making you speak whatever is in your heart.

His eyes were now focused on her beautiful lips; Fiyero wanted to kiss her. He didn't know why, but he wanted to. It just felt like the right thing to do. "Milady…" he breathed, incapable of looking away. "Milady, I am sorry I offended you once more. I really am." And then, her blue eyes softened. Zelena stopped shaking and her lips were no longer parted, but together in a thin pink line. "So, so beautiful…" He murmured, daring to caress her face once more... and maybe that was his mistake. Her eyes were cold again, probably thinking the drunk man was making fun of her, or maybe trying to seduce her.

Focusing on all her strength, Zelena's hand flew against his face without a warning.

For the last time that night, the redhead turned around and walked away. He didn't follow her. Not this time.

The left side of Fiyero's face was burning; it felt like a thousand needles.

Lifting his eyes to her small silhouette, moving quickly away from the beach, Fiyero couldn't help but shout at her or whoever wanted to hear him. "I'll be here tomorrow night! And the night after that. I'll wait here until you forgive me, Zelena."

No answer.

Fiyero was left alone with her shoes, her handprint burning on his cheek and the terrible feeling of something shattering inside his ribcage. Maybe his heart. It was a shock he still had one, to be honest.


Yeaaaah, kinda crappy and sad and shitty, but I love drunk!fiyero so much, eheh. Ok, thanks for reading and I'll try to update soon! :)