A/N: I just discovered Oliver Tompsett's song "Superman", which is now making me cry, and is inspiring the chapter, although I only started listening to it halfway through. Worth a listen, it's now my myspace profile song, so it can make me cry anytime. Anyway, get ready for a looong, confusing, angry chapter.

Oh, and there's more bad language in this chapter. It seemed appropriate that some characters would swear in this situation, and there are only so many adjectives you can use to display anger..

Disclaimer: Yeah, I own Wicked. Oh look, a flying pig just went by. Hii pig! In other words, I am but an obsessed fangirl making the characters do stuff for my own amusement.

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"Elphaba, what did Fiyero just call you?" Galinda got up from her place behind the door, where she'd been listening to what Fiyero had to say for himself. Her voice was emotionless, which made Elphaba feel uncomfortable. Galinda always showed emotion.

"Fae. He always calls me that. It gets irritating, really." She giggled nervously, unable to do anything else. Something was wrong, especially for Galinda to question her in that tone of voice. "Why?" For a second, Galinda looked like she was about to hit her.

"I have to go speak to Fiyero now, Elphie. I'll be back soon." Her voice was tight, and her breathing was incredibly fast. Elphaba was scared she was having a heart attack. Galinda pulled on a jacket, grabbed Fiyero's umbrella, and ran out of the door, leaving a confused Elphaba to stare at the open door.

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It was still raining heavily, and through the thick mist of water, Galinda could see Fiyero, running, turning his head wildly. She almost laughed at how ridiculous he looked, and for a moment she felt bad that she was the reason he was so drenched. But then she remembered, remembered how she had almost let him take her virginity, and how he'd never loved her, and how he'd lied to her, and how, and how and how-

All the dizzying realisations hit her at once, and she collapsed in the rain, hitting her head on the pavement with a blood curdling scream. Fiyero turned, and peered through the rain, to see a pink lump lying on the floor. He ran over, as carefully and as quickly as he could considering the rain had made the marble floor of the courtyard like black ice, and held her in his arms. Her eyes were closed.

"Galinda! Galin! Can you hear me?! Galinda?" His voice was thick with emotion. "Galin, please, please, wake up!" Her eyes remained closed, and he shouted for help. The courtyard was empty on such a miserable day, so no one answered. He looked up at the dormitory building, and saw that the girl's window was open. He screamed, as loudly as he could, "Elphaba! Elphaba! Help! Please! Fae!" He saw the green girl appear at the window, looking down in annoyance, until she saw Fiyero, soaking, cradling her roommate. She ran as quickly as she could, and was soon by his side.

Fiyero held Galinda closer to him. "Glin," he whispered, "Please, just open your eyes. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, it was an accident, you know how I feel about-" His pleading to her was interrupted by Elphaba's cold tone of voice.

"What the fuck have you done now?" Her voice was more malicious than he had ever heard it, and it forced fear into his stomach. "Galinda?" Her voice was soothing now. "Galinda, please wake up." Nothing. "We should get her inside." She said, more to the air than Fiyero. He nodded, and, as gently as he could, lifted her and began to make his way to the building.

Elphaba ran ahead of him to make Galinda's bed, removing the covers and pillows, so there would be a flat surface to lie her on. Fiyero appeared minutes later, looking wet and utterly terrified. His face was pale, and he looked like he was about to be sick. Elphaba would have felt sorry for him if she wasn't so furious. He walked over to the bed, and lay Galinda down gently, stroking her hair.

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"She's breathing fine, it must just be a bump to the head, or shock, or something." Fiyero said quietly, not wanting to do anything to anger Elphaba any further. Being so close to her was intoxicating, but he tried to focus on Galinda.

Elphaba knelt at the top of her bed, stroking Galinda's hair, careful to avoid touching Fiyero's hand. "What did you do to her?" She said quietly, almost fearing the answer.

"Nothing, I was just trying to find her so I could talk to her, apologise to her. Then, then I heard this scream, this horrible, gut wrenching scream, and I turned around and she was on the floor, unconscious. So I ran over and called for help, no one came, so then I called for you. That's all. I haven't spoken to her since last night. What was she like when she left here?"

"A bit peculiar, actually. She asked me what you'd just called me." Fiyero looked worried.

"What did I call you?" Elphaba didn't appear to hear, so he asked again. "What did I call you?!" His voice had risen to a sharp tone, almost like a bark. Elphaba blinked at him, startled.

"Fae, like you constantly do." The irritation was back in her voice. Fiyero didn't notice. Fiyero was frozen, his hand hovering over Galinda's head. "And then she left. She seemed angry, which is probably why she- Fiyero? What's wrong?"

"Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no." His voice was getting louder, until he was shouting, rocking back and forwards. Elphaba stopped stroking Galinda's hair, staring at Fiyero, her heart beating in fear.

"Whats wrong?" She got no answer, and Fiyero continued his manic shouting and rocking. "Fiyero, why does it matter that you called me Fae? You always call me Fae. Fiyero? Fiyero?" She took a deep breath, and slapped him, on a different cheek this time. He stopped rocking, he stopped shouting, and settled on the ground, keeping still.

"I have to go." He got up, and left the room as quickly as he could without running. Elphaba looked at Galinda, her chest rising gently up and down, checked her temperature, then ran out of the room after him, shutting the door as quietly as possible.

Fiyero was still walking down the corridor, and Elphaba ran up to him, and grabbed his shoulders, a considerable feat considering he was almost a foot taller than she was.

"Fiyero, you can't keep running away from me. What is going on? Galinda won't tell me, and something clearly went wrong. Why would she care what you call me?" She moved her hands to his wrists, and held them tightly. "I'm not letting you run away anymore."

"Fae, Elphaba, I just..can't. I'm sorry." He pulled away from her, but her vice like grip remained. "Look, you can keep holding onto me, but it's not going to make me tell. You can injure me all you want, you can kill me. I don't care anymore." There was something in his voice that sounded so miserable, Elphaba believed him. She looked up at him, and touched his bruise, so that the two hands, hers and the imprint of her hand on his cheek, met exactly. Fiyero winced slightly in pain. "Fae." He said, his eyes closing. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologising to me?" She said, removing her hand. He remained silent. "Fiyero!" He looked at her, and began walking away, slowly. "Is this how it works for you?" She shouted after him. "You use innocent girls, and then just walk away from them without explaining? Do you care about anyone? Or is this all some part of this great dance of yours? Whatever it is, Yero, people are getting hurt.

"Galinda loves you, and stayed with you even when you said nothing in response to her saying it, in the vain hope that maybe that brainless body of yours would show some care, some emotion for someone other than yourself. She's waited for you to make up your mind, and it made her happy despite the fact you were clearly using her as a bit of fun. She loved you, maybe she still does.

"And she's in there, unconscious because of what you did to her. I can't even attempt to comfort her because neither of you will tell me what happened. But I suppose that doesn't matter to you, as long as you have your sordid little harem of willing virgins for you to have your wicked way with and feel all big and important." Fiyero stopped walking, shaking. He turned, and Elphaba could see his face was twisted in anger. Rather than waiting to see the consequences of her words, she ran back to the room, slamming the door behind her.

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"Elphaba!" He began banging on the door with his fists. "Do you want to know what I did, why Galinda is currently passed out on her bed, and why you now apparently despise me?" Elphaba turned to see Galinda, still asleep.

"Why?" Elphaba opened the door and was facing him. He took her hand and gently pulled her out of the door, closing it with his other hand. He sat down against the wall facing the door, and gestured for her to sit next to him.

"Last night, we went out. We had a bit to drink, well, a lot to drink, and went to the lake. Things got a bit passionate, so we went back to my room." Elphaba nodded, desperately hoping Fiyero didn't feel the need to go into too much detail.

"So we went to my room, and we started to fool around a bit, and we were just about to have sex," he saw Elphaba wince slightly at the cold term, "make love, fuck, whatever." He saw Elphaba wince at the last term, and he felt guilty, but it was as if he was desperate to liken the sex he may have had wouldn't matter. But it would. Even though he may have been stupidly, impossibly, in love with Elphaba, in the event that he and Galinda had done..it, he would have been gentler and kinder than he had been before. He may not have been as madly and as passionately in love with Galinda as he was with Elphaba, he still cared about her greatly, and he did love her, even if he loved her in a more platonic way than as a girlfriend. "And I said the L world."

"What's wrong with saying you love her?" Elphaba asked, confused. "Did what you did wrong happen after that?"

"No. That's what went wrong." Fiyero buried his face in his hands, too ashamed to face the green girl, the beautiful, torturous green girl.

"But she was desperate for you to say it, she loves you Fiyero. What could be wrong about you saying it to her?" She hesitantly reached out to touch his arm, an attempt at a sign of support. Despite her anger, Fiyero seemed genuinely aware of his mistake, and regretful.

"I didn't say it to her." He brushed his hair with his hand, and rubbed his forehead in despair. "I..said it to someone else. While I was with her. My face was in her neck, and then I whispered it to her. I just forgot.." He cursed himself, each word making him sound like a monster, and each word repulsing Elphaba.

"That's why she's upset. Because, the truth is Fae," The nickname made her soften slightly, a mistake she realised when he said his next words, "I'm in love with someone else." Every word in that final sentence made his chest ache saying it. He knew that when she knew the identity of his beloved, everything would change between them.

"Someone else? Who?" Her heart was pounding; if he loved someone else, there was no chance, none at all, that these deliciously forbidden feelings she had for him were reciprocated, and she could stop feeling so horribly guilty at last. She felt like she'd betrayed Galinda, secretly harbouring such strong feelings for someone Galinda had cried over so much. But what Fiyero had done, it was unforgivable. He'd betrayed Galinda, more than Elphaba ever could. Her best friend had been destroyed by Fiyero's other love, and that made her burn with violent hatred.

He shut his eyes, breathing in deeply, preparing himself for the inevitably destructive fallout of what he was about to say.

"Yero, Elphie, what are you doing in the corridor?" A small, almost timid, voice said. It was Galinda, awake but looking groggy, her hair hopelessly untidy, her face swollen and red from tears, and blood at the top of her hairline. "What happened to me?"

"You fainted, Galin, that's all. Fiyero's going now. Right, Fiyero?"

"Yes, I'm going. Goodbye, Galinda. Feel better." Elphaba began to steer her roommate back to bed, but Galinda stopped her.

"No, Elphie. I need to talk to Fiyero." Elphaba nodded reluctantly, hugging her awkwardly, sensing she needed a sign of support. Affection had never been Elphaba's strong point, but her friendship with Galinda had brought out the best in her.

"Ok. But, be careful. You had a nasty bang on the head." She looked at Fiyero distastefully, and almost spat out the words "You hurt her, and I will make sure you never have the opportunity to hurt anyone ever again. Do you hear me, Fiyero?" The fierceness and sincerity of those words shocked him, and he simply nodded, gravely and mutely, and reached out to take Galinda's hand.

He looked down at the suddenly fragile blonde girl, and swallowed heavily. This was a conversation he was not looking forward to having.

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A/N: I wrote this really quickly, I just got really into it. I know it's the second chapter in a day but I just love writing this story. It might go on for a while, I love writing Wicked fanfiction, and I can't think of another story. I think I have places to go with this one aswell. R&R if you like it, reviews make me really, really happy. If everyone who read it could give me their feedback, I'd be dancing around. But I guess I don't review every story I enjoy (I'm trying thought, cos I finally realise how much reviews spur me to write so want to spread it around so I get updates to read :p). Yeah, so hope you like it.