Author's Note: Here it is! The last chapter!

Kudos to Elphabalover101 and Glitter-Bunni for picking up my favourite line! The Wizard Of Wicked...I was reading your review, all those lines, thinking you were going to pick it up...but no...it wasn't there. :( LOL Anyway, it was the very last line of the chapter.

But it's really great reading all the lines you guys like - and there are a lot more of them than I expected! :D

Exciting news! I got my tickets for the Anthony Warlow concert today! So excited! Just over four months to go...

CHAPTER 10:

Elphaba cautiously approached the university's bin area, glancing around for the man whom she was to meet…but there was no-one there. "Hello?" she called out quietly. "Is there anyone here?" There was no reply. "Look, I didn't tramp all the way out here looking like a clown for nothing." Silence. "Right, I'm going back to my dorm," Elphaba muttered to herself, "before I end up in these bins all chopped up." However, as she turned to leave, she noticed an envelope taped to one of the bins. With a sigh, Elphaba peeled off the envelope and opened it.

My apologies for making you come here,
But you have too keen an ear –
You would have made the discovery
Before I was quite ready.
Now I have time on my side
(And I'm sorry I lied),
Go to your quiet spot
And tell me I am hot.

"I will not!" Elphaba exclaimed. "I refuse! How can I say that when I have no idea who it is? Oh, just listen to me now – I'm talking to myself. I must be going mad." Elphaba closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. "If I go back to my room, Galinda will be upset with me. If I meet this guy…I could get mugged or murdered or… Oh, what the hell, I'll go. Somehow, I think Galinda's reaction would be worse than any fate I might face with this creep."

And with that, Elphaba spun on her heel and strode briskly across campus until she reached her 'quiet spot' – a beautiful old tree beside the bridge which arched gracefully over Suicide Canal.

There was no-one there.

"How can I follow these bloody instructions when he's not even here?" Elphaba burst out angrily. "I'm going back to my room." But she didn't move. Galinda was right; she had come this far already, so why give up now? "Maybe he got it wrong. Maybe he's waiting somewhere else. Then again, maybe he followed me." At the thought, a shiver crept up Elphaba's spine and she turned to see if there was anyone behind her. There wasn't. "If he's not here soon, I'm going."

Elphaba really couldn't say why she was still talking aloud. Perhaps it was so that this mystery writer could hear that she was there. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that she really was creeped-out over this whole thing and was just trying to reassure herself with some form of sound.

"I'm not going to wait long," she said warningly. "Can you hear me? Are you there?" Maybe he was there, but just wouldn't show himself until she followed the instructions. Grudgingly, she added, "You're hot."

At that moment, something floated down in front of her. Elphaba stooped to pick it up and saw it was yet another envelope. Suppressing a groan of frustration, she opened it and read the note.

I'm glad you think so, if you really do.
Now I'll tell you what I think of you.
Beautiful, kind and caring are all words I'd use;
Intelligent and witty I would not refuse.
It's too late to be my Valentine,
But, nevertheless, will you be mine?

Elphaba wasn't sure what to make of the note. It sounded so sincere, but it didn't sound like something that could be directed at her. She glanced up at the bridge, but she couldn't see anyone up there.

Suddenly, there came the sound of twigs crunching underfoot. Elphaba's head snapped back down and she squinted through the darkness at the other side of the bridge. A figure was approaching her. Elphaba swallowed, resisting the urge to flee.

Finally, the figure stopped a short distance away from her, but it was still far enough away that Elphaba couldn't make out anything other than it appeared to be a man.

Elphaba stared at the figure, waiting for him to move or say something. But he didn't. All was quiet.

After a few minutes, Elphaba became wary once again. She was just considering leaving when he finally spoke.

"I'm glad you came." His voice was soft and tender, and, suspicious as she was, it quite disarmed Elphaba.

Elphaba remained quiet, watching as he slowly began to move towards her once again.

"I trust you received all of my notes?"

Elphaba nodded. "Y-yes," she managed. "That is to say, I-I think I h-have."

"And have you figured out who I am?"

Elphaba hesitated, ashamed of herself in that moment. "I must confess that I haven't," she admitted.

The man let out a low, throaty chuckle. "Well, well, well. Who'd have thought I would ever outsmart the intelligent Elphaba Thropp?"

Elphaba bristled at that. "Look, just because I can't think of anyone who would seriously feel anything for me –" she began defensively, only to be cut off.

"You really don't think anyone would?" He stopped and cocked his head to the side. He seemed to be lost in thought for a moment as he considered her. "You thought this was a joke," he stated.

Elphaba's silence was all the confirmation he needed.

"It's not. I'm serious about this."

"Who are you?" Elphaba whispered.

The man walked forward again and didn't stop until he was barely a metre from her – a place where what little light there was shone strategically onto his face.

Elphaba gasped.

Author's Note: Okay, if you want more, you're going to have to persuade me. I like reviews. *wiggles eyebrows*