Nessarose's beautiful face became hideous as she brought up a hand and slapped her sister. "How dare you threaten me!"

Elphaba smiled sweetly. "Because I'm your big sister and I can, given the opportunity." Her fingers curled on the handles of Nessa's wheelchair.

Nessarose blinked away tears. "Why? Because I care enough to tell father? Wouldn't I be the aunt? You're always going about making wrong decisions, and I can't help or stop you all the time. You're wicked through and through."

Elphaba pointed a finger to her door. "Do what you want," She told her sister. "But do not expect me to have pity, should you fail."

Nessarose looked over at Fiyero. "I expect you to be on my side. Father will want to know why you haven't married me yet."

Nessarose wheeled away and shut the door with a snap.

Fiyero and Evelyn stood near the corner of the room, not daring to say a word to Elphaba. The whole relationship she had with her sister was irascible. Fiyero so desperately wanted to comfort his love, but she didn't even seem to notice he or Evelyn were in the room.

She began to pick up the pieces of glass that were shattered, but when she stood, she let out a small scream and the pieces fell to the floor. She used her empty hands to frantically swat under her eyes.

"I'm crying!" She mourned over herself as she looked in the mirror. "Damn tears, they burn like fire!"

"Oh, Elphaba." Evelyn walked over to her friend and dabbed at her face with her handkerchief. "Don't cry, now; siblings will repent in the end, won't they? I have seven sisters myself...they've all grown to like me."

Fiyero stayed in the corner, his gaze on the ground. Perhaps Nessarose was right. Suppose he and Elphaba couldn't make a living out of a child. He knew he shouldn't worry at a time like this but he couldn't shut it away. Elphaba was pregnant. Wasn't it painful to have a child? Would she die out of the pain? He knew he almost died of the ecstasy they had when the baby was formed.

Fiyero suddenly felt very nauseous, hearing Elphaba cry and Evelyn trying to comfort her. Would this be the way it always was? Crying and trying to pick all the broken pieces up?

He finally moved towards her and took her hands in his. They were soft but very cold. Elphaba was always cold. Fiyero knew that he needed to be her fire.

"Elphaba," He spoke softly. She looked up at him sadly.

"What do you have to say now, Fiyero?" She said. "Another talk on how you'll always be there for me and everything will be fine? How the world is a good place, and how this baby will cause me no pain or time? How I'll always be protected and my life will be something great one day? How Nessa will forgive me and my father will love me? How Glinda will know that I'm sorry and Evelyn will be able to sleep at night, knowing that everywhere I go is dangerous? How someday, I'll know the reason of my green skin? How every damn day you won't be the only one who makes me stop before I kill myself?Please. Don't lie to me. I know where you come from.

"Your from a land of luxury, and no want. You never had to lift a single finger. I come from a land of hate and disloyalty. Fiyero, I'm telling you that your life will fall if you stay with me."

Fiyero took a deep breath and stared at her for a moment before concluding.

"You're right. I can only change the fact that you are almost unloved. Look around you first, Elphaba. At Glinda, Evelyn, Doctor Dillamond, and myself. You are loved, Elphaba. One hundred percent loved. Everywhere you go. Even if it's just us that love you. A little love can go a long way."

Elphaba stared at him, dreading that she felt tears come to her eyes. "I wish I could believe you."

"You will." Fiyero stated. "You most certainly will."