A/N: Well, I'm back already because I'm filled with writing inspiration. Sadly, it's a bit of Fiyereba. I couldn't help it. Anyhow, this one happens to be strictly bookverse (I wasn't planning on doing any like that but I was reading a part of the book and just had the greatest idea. So…) and if you haven't read the book but plan to, there are spoilers.

Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked or the like of Wicked.

Afterlife

"That's where Fiyero is waiting for me. And you know it." That was what Saríma had said and Elphaba had been more than just mildly shocked. To think of such an afterlife for the deceased to go and wait around for people still living was absurd and entirely out of the question. The madness that people believed these days.

And yet, the words had surprised her for another reason as well. She had been surprised for another reason that she would have rather not thought about, especially not in front of the sweet little Saríma who already had enough pain surrounding her husband's death.

Still, the sting of the remark remained.

Elphaba felt that if, hypothetically speaking of course, there indeed there was an Other Land or another form of afterlife that perhaps… perhaps Fiyero would wait for her. It was a silly notion of course but the thought of it made her heart pound and her blood swell. She really had loved him deeply and dearly.

But still, it remained a silly notion. Not only was it silly to even entertain the idea that there was somewhere for Fiyero to wait for anyone but equally ridiculous to think that he would wait for her, Elphaba. It was only "right" that he would wait for his lawful wife and the mother of his three children. Why would he wait for Elphaba, a flighty passion and a secret affair? Yet, the thought of him not waiting for her caused Elphaba more grief than she would care to admit.

And who was to say that Fiyero would want to, even in spite of his marriage and previous commitment. Elphaba had been the root cause of his death after all. Surely that caused for a certain amount of bitterness, even in something like the afterlife. Elphaba thought she might be lucky if Fiyero would even acknowledge her as a friend or a speck of green flesh and blood walking past him. Or whatever you looked like in an afterlife.

If only she had loved Fiyero enough to send him away. Elphaba had been selfish and cruel to continue on with her lifestyle and still try to have love in it at the same time. Somehow, Elphaba felt that whoever would be in charge of something like an afterlife would have difficulty letting her in after such a horrible crime. Poor Fiyero. How Elphaba wished he were still alive.

It was good that she never voiced these thoughts out loud. Despite her eagerness to explain why Fiyero's death had been her own fault Elphaba didn't care to also tell her how madly, deeply, and obsessively in love Elphaba had been with Saríma's husband. The poor dear would probably never speak to Elphaba again and Elphaba hadn't had a companion like her since Galinda. She had missed having someone to talk to sometimes.

So, whenever Elphaba began to think about such thoughts she merely shoved them to the back of her mind, forcing herself to try and forget them.

Besides, she didn't believe in the afterlife. Not at all.

A/N: Yeah… please review?