A/N: I want to wish all my American readers a Happy Thanksgiving! For those not celebrating, Happy Thursday (when we get there)! I shall see you all after the holiday. :)

Chapter 21

The sound of glass shattering diverted Sergeant Zetti's attention for a second from the Lieutenant then there was a shout that diverted everyone's attention.

"Fire!" Zetti raced out into the hall after hearing the shout and left the ladies to their business.

"Fire?" Glinda's nerves were starting to fray.

"Yero," Elphaba had a bad feeling and she quickly left the blonde, rushing out into that same hallway.

"Get some water!" Zetti shouted.

"There's no time!" Elphaba said, realizing that the fire was coming from Fiyero's location. She pushed passed the Sergeant and got to the doorway. She quickly whipped up a wind spell which whipped through the small room that it extinguished the flames then the water that Zetti had called for was dumped on the scattered straw for good measure.

"Fiyero…" his name was whispered but Zetti heard it. He thought he heard wrong but the fact of the matter was the jump to "Fiyero" from "Yero" wasn't much.

"Why didn't you let me die?" the words were faint but unmistakable.

"Why do you want to die?" She asked him.

"I'm nothing but a hazard to everyone and everything. I do not deserve to live," he said.

"Is my love not enough to make you see what you really are?" Elphaba wanted to know. There was no response and Zetti could see that the witch was faltering.

"Love is what has gotten us into this mess in the first place," he finally told her. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Elphaba crumpled to the floor and burst into tears. Everything that they had worked together for had just been thrown away in a matter of moments. It was then that Zetti realized just who he had in the room and what secret they had been hiding. At first he was shocked that after everything they both were alive. Then he grew angry.

"You would throw away the love that Miss Fae has shown you? Throw away everything she has done for the betterment of everyone but herself? If you had a brain I would punch it through your eye socket! She has done at the risk of her own personal being without thought. If it was better for someone else, she did it and she has done more for you than you could ever realize! Do not tell her that this is her fault! This is yours and yours alone. You are not the man that she fell in love with and you are certainly not the one she saved that day in the corn field!" The words tumbled out of his mouth and he immediately clamped up, realizing he had spilled information that he should not have. Elphaba looked up at him, fear etched into her face. Then shock crossed her face as the Sergeant scooped her up off the floor. The men made movement to try to put the Scarecrow back together but Zetti stopped them.

"If he wishes to wallow in self-pity, let him do so. As of this moment, no one is to go near him unless I say otherwise," the Sergeant instructed.

"I need some help in here!" Glinda shouted. Elphaba snapped back to the reality of what had been going on around her. She looked to Zetti who gave her a slight smile and held her until they reached the Lieutenant's room. He then set her down and she quickly got to work helping Glinda. After a struggle for twenty minutes, the Lieutenant was peacefully sleeping, his wounds healed while he slept.

"He should be all right but he's going to need to sleep for the next three days while his body works to fix itself," Elphaba heaved a sigh. Glinda could tell that something was very wrong and she looked to the Sergeant.

"Then when he wakes up, I shall tell him that the best witches in Oz helped him. He will be most grateful. Miss Fae, may I have a word?" Zetti asked.

"Lady Glinda would you give us a moment?" Elphaba wondered. Glinda looked at her friend, worried over the awkwardness that had been transpiring.

"Are you sure?" The blonde wanted to know.

"Yes, please," her friend gave her a slight smile. Glinda nodded and headed out of the room.

"What is it that you intend to do Sergeant?" Elphaba asked.

To Be Continued…