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Chapter Twenty-Nine
Fiyero dreamt of Elphaba the next time he was knocked unconscious. They were at their spot, holding each other's hands, with a soft warm breeze touching them.
That abruptly ended when he heard something slam open. He heard a commotion with angry voices, and what sounded like a female one. This went on for several minutes, and suddenly, Elphaba burst through the door.
His eyes widened, "Elphaba!?"
She went to his side and cupped his face in her hands, "Are you alright? You look like you've had the life beaten out of you." She said, looking at his bruised face and body, along with his black eye.
He didn't say anything, just kissed her. When they broke he grimaced, "I think my arm is broken."
She went behind him to untie his arms, and he slouched in the chair.
"Can you walk?" she said.
"Fae, I don't think that was the only thing broken."
She knelt down beside him, "Oz, Yero. Its gonna be alright. We're gonna get you out of here and back home."
She helped him up, looping an arm over her shoulder so he could lean on her for support. The pair walked outside and headed into a carriage that took them back to the hotel.
In a different light, Fiyero's injuries looked much worse. Most of his body was covered in deep scratches and bruises, and he defiantly had some broken bones. He fell asleep against her shoulder, and slept until they returned.
Before waking her husband, she slipped out of the carriage to find Niq and Jof. They were in the parlor of their room, playing cards.
"Niq," she breathed, "We found him." She said, with a grin catching on his face.
He rushed out of the room, leaving Elphaba and Jof.
"Does this mean I have to leave?" Jof said.
She shook her head and sat down with him, "No, absolutely not." She changed the subject, "How was Niq?"
He smiled, "Funny, and nice. I like him."
She smiled, "Good." He yawned, "Tired?"
He nodded.
"Get some sleep, Jof. I'll see you in the morning. Alright?"
Before she went to the door, he ran and hugged her, and then proceeded to bed.
When Elphaba left the room, a huge grin found her face. Jof was growing on her, and she didn't want to let him go. She pushed the thought away as she entered fiyero's room. He was lying in bed, several casts and bandages on him.
"How do you feel?" she said, sitting on the bed.
"Better. Much better."
"Fiyero, who were those people?"
"Rebels, wanting the old Oz with the Wizard."
"Why you?"
He hesitated, "I don't know." He said, lying about the fact that they were after Elphaba.
"Listen, Yero, we have to talk about something."
His eyes widened, "What?"
She sighed, "How would you feel if we adopted a child?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, he helped me find you. His name is Jof, and he's six years old. He's an orphan who's been living on the streets. I don't want to leave him behind."
He smiled at her, "Can I meet him?"
"I already put him to bed."
He chuckled, "Fae, I think-"
She stopped him mid-sentence, "What did you just call me?" covering her mouth.
"Fae."
"Fiyero, you haven't called me that since you came back." She grinned, "Yero! You remembered!"
He laughed, "I...I guess I did, didn't I?"
She leaned in and kissed him, sharing her excitement. When they broke, he said, "Fae, I love you."
"Oz, I love you too, Yero." She said running a hand through his hair. She climbed into bed with him and entwined her fingers with his, as they both drifted to sleep.
Ok, I know the whole Jof thing is a little unrealistic, or at least I think it is. Hope you all enjoy!
