Chapter 14

Fiyero Tiggular walked down the halls of the West Palace early that next day after Glinda and Boq's wedding. He was wearing his standard green and gold uniform. It was around 7:00 in the morning, and he had just sent out a message to Shell, who was currently in Munchkin Land. Fiyero knew that with the Wizard—or Oscar, as he wanted to be called—being back on Oz, Shell would want to know about it, and also be there for his step-sister.

Fiyero had talked with the Wizard, or Oscar, earlier that morning. He wanted to hear his side of the story before Elphaba had the chance to blow things up. But, unfortunately, he told Fiyero the same story that he had told the two witches of Oz the previous day. He did seem sincere when he said he was sorry about the way he had treated Elphaba all those years ago. But, still, Fiyero didn't trust him.

There was also one other guy that the green witch's husband didn't trust. That just happened to be Daven. The Vinikus Prince didn't trust this man as far as he could throw him. That's where the blonde man was headed to meet with next. He wanted some answers about the past that he and Elphaba shared and he also wanted an explanation for why he was kissing his wife the night before. Since Fiyero was a guard for the Emerald City, it was one of his jobs to find out as much information as he could. And boy he was going to get answers, even if it meant roughing the new guy up a bit. In fact, Fiyero hope he wouldn't give his answers up calmly.

Fiyero opened the door to Daven's room with a key and walk in without knocking. The tan, dark haired man, was sitting in a chair in a relaxed position by the window. He was wearing a black, long sleeved, button up shirt and khaki pants. Daven then noticed the Prince standing in the doorway. He stretched his arms and then addressed the guest in his room.

"Oh, come on in, Fiyero. I bet we have a lot to talk about, am I right?" Daven said with a smile as he beckoned the E.C. guard further into the room.

Fiyero shut the door. "Yes, we do Daven. We do have a lot to talk discuss," he said as he pulled up an available chair that was in the room and sat down. He took out a notebook and pen. "Let's start with full name, place of birth, age, and occupation."

"Well, the name's Daven. That's all I'm giving you. Even Fabala doesn't know my last name. I haven't used it in so many years; I wonder if I even know it? As for where I was born, a little ways away from the Vinikus, but I'm not actually from there. Thank goodness, I definitely wouldn't want to be from there, not with who rules that part of the land."

Daven gave a small smirk. Fiyero purposefully kept his eyes on the paper and his jaw clenched shut.

"I am a Munchkin lander by blood. I'm twenty-eight years old and my occupation….well, let's say it's kind of up in the air at the moment. You would know, Fiyero," Daven said slyly. Fiyero continued writing. There was a moment of silence while Fiyero processed this new information.

"So, what are you exactly doing here in the city? What's your aim?" Fiyero asked accusingly. He was trying to stay as calm as possible. He was just thanking Lurlinemas that Daven was being cooperative at the moment.

"I'm here to keep Fabala safe. Since she was a member of the Resistance, like me, she still is in danger. I showed you guys that threat against her last night. She may be ruler of Oz, but someone or something is still after our green girl."

Fiyero didn't let the way Daven said 'our' go unnoticed, but he let the man before continue speaking.

"If you take a walk through the lower parts of the Emerald City, then you'll see the threats, the graffiti. It has been getting worse, so I came to help Fabala." He ran his finger through his dark brown, almost black, hair. A gentle breeze came in through the open window.

"Fabala?" Fiyero questioned. "Why do you call her that?"

"Yes, Fabala," Daven said. "That was Elphaba's code name during the Resistance days…and her pet name for when we were…..together…." He trailed off suggestively.

Fiyero grip on the pen tightened. He didn't like the idea that Elphaba had been with anyone else but him. Well, he didn't mind it, because he, of course, had other girls before Elphaba, but to have your wife's former lover flaunt that right in front of you, it was just too much. The blonde guard wanted to wife that smile right off the jerks face, but in order for Fiyero to get the answer's he needed, Daven needed his teeth. Fiyero took a deep and tried to calm his anger.

"So, tell me about you, Elphaba, and the Resistance. What was it all?" Fiyero asked.

'Hmm….That's a long story, Fiyero, my man. I don't think we have all day to talk about it," Daven said as he got up from his chair and looked out the window to the palace grounds. From his window, he could look down into the gardens and see where he and Elphaba had their confrontation the night before. The sunlight sparkled on the snow that draped the palace grounds. Yet, it was oddly warm for the ending of January.

"Then make your answer short," Fiyero snapped.

"Touchy aren't we, Fiyero?" Daven asked with a grin as he turned away from the window and faced the husband of his love.

"I said make it short!" Fiyero ordered. His temper was starting to get away from him.

"Fine, you will get the condensed version of the past," Daven responded while sitting back down. "First, the Resistance started long before Elphaba joined. The goal of the group was to fight against the Wizard as best we could. We released Animals and enslaved Ozians from the Wizard's capture. We worked underground, in hiding. Soon, Elphaba came to be strong member of the Resistance. She was amazing."

Fiyero was impressed that he actually called her by her true name.

The green-eyed man kept talking. "She had the brains. She didn't always do the physical fighting, but man could she kick ass when she had too, but she always made up the fighting strategies. She always had a plan. Son as she was introduced to the organization, she was given the code name, Fabala."

"And your….relationship with Elphaba?" Fiyero asked in a hesitant voice. He didn't want to know about details, but in order to have an accurate report; he had to ask about this.

"At first, we were just paired up to work together. It was six months into our team up when our emotions and few too many swigs of wine got the best of us. We just…had to have each other. So…we did," Daven said with a laugh.

Fiyero thought he was going to break the pen at the rate he squeezing it. He ground his teeth together. He just had to get through the interview, and then he could go and punch the wall to let out his frustration.

"At first it was just sex for me and Fabala, we comforted each other, but then I started to love her. She loved me too, but not like how I did. I was, and am, in love with her. I mean, what's not to love about her? She's kind, beautiful, smart, sexy—"

"My wife!" Fiyero snapped. He did break the pen this time. Ink drained onto his hand but he didn't care at that moment. His blue eyes were cold and hard.

"Yes. She is your wife…..unfortunately," Daven said in whisper. Fiyero pretended that he hadn't heard that last comment.

"How did your relationship with Elphaba end?" Fiyero asked through gritted teeth.

"Well, after being lovers for about a year, she suddenly stopped it. We still worked together, but I…no longer comforted her. After two weeks of….nothing….I forced her to tell me what was going on." Daven said.

"And what did she say?" Fiyero asked, desperate to hear the answer.

"She told me that was someone that she had been in love with before she came to the Resistance who needed her help. This guy and her best friend Glinda the Good, were important to her. So important that she even left the Resistance and she left me. She apologized of course, but in the end, I was just someone to share a bed with when she needed it. She left me to go find you," Daven said in a dark and bitter voice. He was now glaring at the Prince before him. "Yet, with all that happened, my feelings for her never wavered. "

"I never knew that," Fiyero said quietly. Daven just laughed a sad laugh.

"It was always you that she wanted. She loves you more than anything….for now," the dark haired man threatened lightly.

"I know. I love her and the child we will have with all my heart," Fiyero said as he stood up. He had all the information he needed and he didn't want to spend another minute talking with this guy. He was at the door when Daven spoke once more. The Winkie Prince has his back to him.

"I love Fabala. I came back to protect her and to keep her safe—I came back for her. She may love you, but love can always change, Fiyero, my man. You have no idea what she experienced during the Resistance. I do—I was there. One day, she will be my wife," Daven threatened.

Fiyero stepped through the doorway and then locked it tightly. A small smile came to his lips. His blue eyes were focused on the hall in front of him.

"Just you try, Daven. Just you try."