A/N: Ok, so, sorry this one took so long. Been kinda busy with the semester ending. So, this one started off better than it ended, to me at least. I'm sorry I started to ramble or if this one seems purposeless. As always, thank you to everyone who reviewed or commented. I hope you guys enjoy.

Elphaba

I hadn't meant to drop the hat. I should have been more careful, I had my hair down and it could have hung over. I took to many risks going to that house. I was just lucky to have been able to grab it and fly off when I saw that Galinda was distracted. No, that wasn't the girl I knew, she was too successful to waist her time with trash like me. I had to get it through my head that I'd lost my friendship with Galinda Uppland and would never be good enough to even meet Glinda the good witch. The sooner that happened the better off I'd be.

Even though I told myself I wasn't good enough to know Galinda, I knew that wouldn't keep me away from her. I had no right to interfere with her life now, but I'd done a lot of things outside of my rights in the last five years. Now I just knew that I had to be more careful. Me, more or less stalking any of the associate of the Wizard was a danger, not only to me but to anything I was involved in. That meant any contacts of mine would be in danger and as many Animals and groups I'd helped in the past were off limits now. I would have to end all communication with them.

That night I went back to my apartment, confused, and wondering why I was doing this to myself. I sighed when I realized had no idea and just went to bed, rather, I sat in bed that night rolling and twisting and for the first time, realizing how cold my bed was.

The next morning I got dressed in another outfit meant to cover every inch of my skin. Pants, a long sleeved-shirt, handkerchief and hat were always very important when I left during the day. They weren't exactly the most inconspicuous of clothes but as long as they were only things people questioned she was fine. The only real set back to them was summer weather. Heat was awful in them and especially with her job she struggled, but it was much better than ending up in South Stairs. She made sacrifices to stay here and help the Animal rights revolution, but if she wasn't even doing that, then what good reason did she even have for staying there? I was so unsure lately, and it seemed like it was all started by picking up a damn newspaper. Maybe I should have gotten my money the next day. Then going to work would just be part of my routine and not a distraction in my new goal.

I slumped into the groundskeepers office and he told me how many plots I'd be digging and gave me the map he usually marked them off on, and said they all had to be done by noon. I took it and slipped it into my shirt pocket before leaving quietly and heading to his shed, all I really needed was a shovel and a tape measure.

I finished my digging by eleven and waited for the funerals like I always did; I hated watching them but somebody had to watch the results of the Wizards Tyranny, especially when it came to the soldiers he used like toys and threw away when they were of no use to him. The hardest part was watching the mothers and wives and children of soldiers who'd died in battle. As time went on the salutes were smaller as less soldiers were provided for funerals. I leaned against one of the many small, leafless trees around the graveyard and watched. The guns had just been fired when I heard a voice behind me. Hearing it shocked me, but I couldn't move away from it, not by choice or at all, I was frozen in my spot.

"It really is a shame; losing so many soldiers I mean." the deep voice was somber.

I did my best to lower the pitch of my own voice, "That family doesn't agree."

The sadness was replaced by curiosity this time "Why wouldn't they?" I didn't turn to see his face.

"They aren't putting a soldier in the ground. They're putting a loved one to rest; a son, a father, someone's brother." I kept my voice low, and it wasn't very hard. I felt a bit frustrated with the man standing behind her, and a smile almost formed on my covered lips.

"A friend even. I fought alongside him. But that doesn't mean it's not a shame. He was a good soldier, and in times of war it's a shame to lose anybody." I could hear a smile in his voice as well, masking the sadness.

"I suppose you're right. But the real shame might be losing so many people for a pointless war." I resisted the urge to turn around and glare at the man.

"You know, as captain of the guard I could arrest you for that." I was tense when he said that, but his laughter relaxed me slightly. The boy I'd met years ago had really developed quite a sense of humor as of late.

"Do you threaten civilians with your status often, Captain Tiggular?" I wondered to the man. I shouldn't have, this was already far closer than I should have been to this man when I could have been arrested for even being within the city limits.

"Only the ones that interest me. It seems it's about time I be on my way. It was nice meeting you." He walked in front of me and held out a hand which I shook, hesitating only when I noticed the holes in my sleeves. I watched him leave and follow the grieving family. He caught up to them quickly and patted their shoulders. From the distance I could see the crying let up. It seemed Fiyero was more than just a soldier as well.

Galinda

Today Fiyero had a funeral on one side of town while I had a meeting with Madame Morrible. She was mostly discussing a discontinuation of sorcery classes outside of the Emerald city. I was against it, of course, but she insisted that it was the only way to keep track of those who could use it against the wizard. Of course her main example was the greatest criminal known to Oz in the last decade, the Wicked Witch. The witch had been trained by 'the very best' and since Morrible's work was entrusted to an unknown student she was now a threat to the Wizard and all of Oz. As much as I wanted to protest that would only put me under suspicion, as it did with anybody else who questioned Morrible. Instead I sat through the meeting, nodding along, and waiting to be told what I was meant to say. I hardly even paid attention to Morrible anymore, I'm sure in another time I'd have been shocked with myself.

After that I made my way to my carriage, smiling and waving to those who'd stop me.

"Hello your Goodness." They'd say and grab my hand, or bow and ramble"It's good to know you and you're fiance are keeping that dastardly witch at bay."

All I could really do was to smile and nod. When I finally made it to the carriage I signaled my carriage driver to take us to the graveyard Fiyero was supposed to be going to. Hopefully I wouldn't interrupt but I wanted to see my Fiance.

Funerals were pretty recurring in the guard, especially when Fiyero had first joined. Often enough he'd have to go and be part of the salutes. When he would go I'd wait at my apartment, anxious for him to visit, glad that he wasn't being buried. Now, he was their to support his friends family. As we approached, I heard the gun shots ring out. The sound made me flinch and I could hear the horses outside but the driver kept them under control. I looked out of the window and saw Fiyero in his uniform, speaking to someone, far to overdressed for the middle of the day. I watched as he spoke to the family and then saluted the soldiers before they left.

The door to the carriage was pulled open as Fiyero stepped in, pulling his hat off, and sat across from me"Ma'am, it appears to me that you are wanted by the government of Oz. You're previous interactions to the criminal known as the Wicked Witch, place you as a threat to Oz and its inhabitants."

"Oh, no, it really is a shame, I was supposed to prepare dinner to night, but I suppose my fiance for the night will have to starve." I teased.

"Oh, I'm sure I'm doing him a favor." he laughed and leaned forward to kiss my cheek.

I huffed and shoved him away playfully "Well, then if my cooking is so awful I'm sure he won't mind me being taken away."

"Assaulting the Captain of the guard; I'm pretty sure that will earn some time in South Stairs." He pulled me onto his lap and kissed my temple even though I crossed my arms.

"Who was that you were talking to?" I asked curiously as I remembered seeing him by the tree.

He sighed, being drawn away from his slight escape from the days business, "The family of my friend. His mother and wife were taking it hard."

"No, no, the man under the tree." I was curious, Fiyero was definitely they type of person who cared about his job, he cared about his soldiers and especially the people he was protecting by being in the guard.

"Someone I was speaking to, I believe they work for the graveyard." He smiled slightly as he looked out the window, and saw the figure walking towards the grave. "They sort of reminded me of Elphaba." I hadn't expected that. Fiyero usually hated these a lot more than I did, but the person working at this graveyard, at least made it easier.

As we rode in silence to our home, I noticed, Elphaba was coming up a lot. We'd spent a lot of time trying to get over her, after she'd left school her sister joined us. I grew close to her, and although I knew I was misplacing my need for Elphie's friendship on her we eventually developed one of our own. The beautiful young girl was just as hurt by her sisters departure and that was the basis for our bond. After that, Fiyero joined the guard, and I was slowly getting used to my place as the survivor of the 'witches' attack, and advocate for stopping her. As much as I hated defacing my friends name, I loved the attention, and I lost my interest in books for a long time. They reminded me too much of her. It was far too long before I ever set foot in a library again. I still wasn't sure how I felt about her. Yes, she was my friend, but that was a long time ago. She chose to leave us and now she chose to remain a criminal.