Thank you to Lianne for what happens at the end of this chapter...She's one of my best friends, and my Galinda is basically based on her. And our conversations from the ages of 13-15. Thank Oz those times are over! R&R!


Fiyero cupped Elphaba's cheek and kissed her, his need evident in the tears that rolled freely down his cheeks. Her eyes remained dry, but it was clear in the way her hands desperately gripped at his shirt that she didn't want to leave. Frex watched the display curiously. He almost smiled, realising their obvious love for each other reminded him of himself and Elphaba's mother, Melena, when they were young. The memory of Melena was painful, and Frex hated to be reminded of her; he had never really gotten over her death.

"Don't cry, Yero, my hero," Elphaba soothed, brushing away Fiyero's tears with her thumb. He was ashamed of himself, and it was plain from the look on Frex's face that he thought such a display was ridiculous. With a manly sniff, Fiyero pulled himself up and smiled.

"I'll see you soon, sweetheart," he murmured, squeezing her hand as she turned towards her father. She gave him a reluctant smile and then followed her father out of the door. Fiyero stood in the middle of the bar, feeling like his entire life had just left him.

He felt lost.


Elphaba didn't answer any of her father's questions on the carriage ride home. She ignored his constant interrogation, growing more and more amused the more angry he got.

"You are a wicked girl!" he told her for what felt like the hundredth time.

"Yes, father, you said," she spat, unable to keep her cool. Frex didn't looked shocked, but sullen. Almost, Elphaba mused, like a child who couldn't keep up his argument and decided to sulk instead.


When the carriage rolled into Colwen Grounds, Nessarose could be seen peeping through the living room curtains. She rolled to Elphaba with a reckless abandon and gathered her into her arms, thanking the Unnamed God that her sister had been returned safely to her. Elphaba hugged her back knowing Frex would pause to let the sister's reunite.

"Go to bed, Nessarose." he snapped after a moment. To Elphaba's surprise, her younger sister drew herself up in her chair and stared defiantly at the man.

"No, father. I'm almost sixteen, and I think it's about time I got to know what's going on in this family."

"Nessa!" Elphaba gasped with a smile. It seemed she wasn't the only one who had inherited her mother's fighting spirit. Frex, however, nodded. "You're quite right. You should know." he agreed. He stepped into the living room and Elphaba felt fear rise in her heart. This was not going to be pretty.


"What if you end up pregnant with his child, Elphaba? I will not have such shame brought upon our good name!" Frex snapped as soon as the door was closed, keeping everyone but the family out of the conversation. Nessa's cheeks immediately flushed, and she almost wished she hadn't been included in this discussion. Elphaba noticed her sister's red face, and couldn't suppress a smirk. 'If I'm going to hell, I may as well do it thoroughly!' she reasoned to herself, and decided to be an annoying as possible.

"Well I've certainly had plenty of opportunity in the last twelve hours. I mean we must have done it at least four times, and-"

"Do not joke about this!"

"I'm not! We decided where we would go in the morning, and then we spent the rest of the night having sex! Sweet Lurline, was it good-"

"You disgust me, you little slut! You do realise that you can never marry now, don't you? You can never-"

"I'll marry Yero; that's all I want." Elphaba screamed, dropping her act and standing up. Her face was sincere, and she grasped Frex's sleeve pleadingly. Nessa gazed at her desperate sister and shocked father. Secretly, she resolved that she would never let a man affect her in such a way. Frex stared down at the emerald girl, and couldn't help but soften. She was still his little Fabala, and she always would be. The father in him was yelling about her happiness, and how that was the only thing that really mattered. The other, political side of him was trying to reason out what such a marriage would do to his position as Governor, and the racist part was simply screaming abuse about the Winkie Prince. He silence the latter two, and a smile struggled to his lips.

"If this is what you want, my girl," he whispered. Elphaba's eyes widened, and she hugged her father. Nessarose, though slightly confused at the sudden turn of events, wiped a tender little tear from her eye.


Fiyero crept around the imposing white house, reading to spring Elphaba from her prison. He sniggered. Trust him to be over dramatic. With his hunter training, he was probably the best one to rescue the girl, as he could move soundlessly and leave no trace of his presence. It was, of course, just his bad luck that the cook decided to leave the kitchen door open for the dogs to come and go as they pleased. The Prince peered over and grinned when he saw the open door, taking a chance and sprinting towards it with unrivalled agility.

He took one step inside the door, and was immediately driven straight back out again by a huge black figure. His head connected painfully with the concrete slabs of the kitchen yard, and that last thing he was aware of was some horrible breath, drool on his face and a square of light from the kitchen. He felt something hot and wet trickle down the side of his head onto the cold ground

Then darkness.


Whoops. I shouldn't leave him to run around like that. Never ends well.

:D