Disclaimer: Okay, hopefully this is a redeeming chapter. The last one should have changed the genre on this fic. Okay... When the time comes: It's the Wizard costume. You'll understand when you get to it. Okay, not mine, no Gelphie, and un-a-dul-ter-a-ted Fiyeraba! I always wanted to say that... -LostOzian


Fiyero couldn't stand being ignored any longer. It was the Monday after he had been discovered, and whispers followed Fiyero wherever he went. Only three facts kept reoccuring: Glinda and he had broken up, Fiyero had been seen in girl's clothing, and Elphaba was somehow involved. Three days after the incident, Elphaba was still avoiding him, and it hurt. With a determination he had only felt once before- ironically, the moment he had decided to dress as a girl to make Elphaba love him- he entered the library. He wouldn't let her get away from him this time.

She was easy to spot (go figure), but as he was about to take a step, someone cut in front of him. He vaguely recognized her as one of Glinda's posse.

"Hi," she said, blinking up at him through expertly mascaraed eyes. "I heard you're single now." Fiyero glanced past her at Elphaba, who had either not noticed him enter or pretended she didn't care.

"You heard wrong," he said, before pushing her aside and proceeding to approach Elphaba. She looked up, and frantically began packing, but she had noticed him too late. Her books were only half-packed by the time he got there.

"Elphaba, I need to talk to you," he said, deathly serious for once. Elphaba rolled her eyes.

"What about? Your cup size? The special someone?" she said sarcastically. Fiyero felt the comments stab at him. Did she hate him because he had thought she was a lesbian, or had done something about it?

"Look, Elphaba, I'm sorry I did all that," Fiyero said. "It's just… I really, really love you." Elphaba put her hands on her hips, looking like she was about to hit him.

"Oh, Fiyero, is it that time of the month?" she said mockingly, eyes like daggers. Fiyero tried to wave the statement away, starting to blush. He just wanted to forget that moment ever happened.

"Would you talk to me if it was?" Fiyero asked. Elphaba continued packing her books.

"You do know that was the most idiotic thing you could have possibly done to get my attention," she said, slinging the bag over her shoulder and starting to leave. Fiyero followed her like a dog follows its owner.

"I know that now," he said. "See? You've started me thinking," Fiyero said. Elphaba stopped, staring at him.

"I've got you thinking, and you still saw fit to pretend to be a girl?" Elphaba said. Fiyero struggled with that one a bit.

"It's about the fake identity, isn't it?" he said at last. Elphaba slapped one hand to her forehead in fake amazement. Fiyero ignored her, going down on one knee and grabbing her hand. "I would do anything to prove I didn't want to lie to you." Elphaba stared at him for a second, trying to decide what to do. Finally, she got an idea. Fiyero could tell by the way her eyes lit up.

"A date," she said. Fiyero was about to say something about how that wasn't some sort of test, that was a reward, "but with some conditions. You must go as you are. Little to no dressing up. Two, you must let me take you wherever I want, no matter who else is there. And three, you have to go no matter what I look like." Fiyero stood, taking Elphaba in quick kiss for fear she would push him away.

"Elphaba," he said. "I never cared what you look like. You're always beautiful." He could see her eyes melt, but she smiled an inexplicably strange smile that made Fiyero falter a little bit.

"Tell that to me tonight," she said. "I'll pick you up at eight."


Fiyero stared at the clock, running a comb through his perfectly groomed hair again. Elphaba was a full thirteen and a half minutes late (not like he was counting seconds or anything). If it had been any girl besides Elphaba, he would have gone off with his friends and taught her a lesson in what happened when she set a date herself and showed up late. But, seeing as this was Elphaba, Fiyero stayed in his room where she would find him.

Someone knocked on the door. Fiyero set the comb down, jumping to his feet and opening the door.

There was a single red rose, being held by a man's glove. The man himself stood to the side of the door, gray top hat tipped over his eyes, the arm without the flower folded across his chest. A long gray jacket covered a black and white vest, his shoes shined like black diamonds. His gloves were a slightly darker shade than the hat and suit.

"For the handsome Fiyero Tiggular," the man said, staying statue still. Fiyero looked at the rose, swallowing. Why did a wacko have to come now?

"Um… thank you," Fiyero said, taking the rose and glancing at the man. The man kept his gaze down, not looking at Fiyero. "But I'm expecting someone very, very soon, so…" Fiyero tried to come up with a good explanation. It was obvious this whoever-it-was was looking for… romantic interaction, but Fiyero had no idea what Elphaba would think if she found him distracting some pervert to make him go away.

"Come now, Fiyero," he said, staying absolutely still. "Didn't you promise to go out with me no matter what I looked like?" Fiyero stopped short.

"Oh, Oz…" he said, stepping out of the dorm room to get a good look at the man's face. "Elphaba?" The man lifted his head. You could tell he had makeup on, but Elphaba was indistinguishable from the fanciful gay in front of him. No doubt her lovely hair was tucked up in the hat.

"Still love me?" Elphaba said teasingly, her voice back to normal. Fiyero kissed her, threading the rose through his breast pocket.

"Of course," he said. "Though now I'm starting to understand why this date is a punishment." Elphaba laughed, sounding exactly like a guy.

"Not a punishment! A gift!" She bowed deeply, not taking the hat off of her head. "A date with the mysterious Raphablo Pathepp!" Fiyero tried to keep from breaking into peals of laughter. She was using his own idiocy against him.

"Such a generous offer," Fiyero said. "Though wouldn't Raphablo Pathepp rather go out with Ritiga Lyrufgeo? It would only take her a few minutes to get ready…" Elphaba shook her head.

"Little or no dressing up, remember?" she used her 'Raphablo' voice. "Though I must say, you look dashing tonight." She extended her arm for Fiyero to take, which he did, feeling like some sort of giddy idiot.

"Just mortify me and be done with it, 'Raphie'," he said. Elphaba smiled as she started off down the hallway.

"Oh, no," she said. "You wouldn't want to lose a minute with me, would you? Besides, which would harm your reputation most; going out with a man or going out with the green freak?"

"You got me there," he said. "Where are you taking me?"

"Dancing," she said simply. "I think a few of your friends might be there." Fiyero stopped.

"What?!" he cried. "You… you invited them?!" Elphaba smiled, shaking her head.

"No, it's just where they usually hang out, so why would tonight be any different?" Fiyero, not entirely sure if he should be relieved Elphaba didn't intentionally invite his friends, continued down the hallway.

"Careful, or I'll decide you're too much trouble and move on," he pretended to threaten. Elphaba glared up at him, but was smiling slightly, so he knew she wasn't taking him seriously.

"You better not," she said. "It took me the better part of a half hour to find out where Glinda had hidden her infernal makeup products."

"Well, you shouldn't have told her you were going to throw them out the window," Fiyero said.

"I had good reason to!" Elphaba argued. "She interrupted our sunrise time!"

Fiyero laughed, happy to finally be on a date with Elphaba, despite the fact that to all others he looked like he was going out with a man.