A/N: I love pirate movie commercial music. Who doesn't. Molly- I'm sorry, my internet cut out. I hate AOL with such a burning passion. Anyway. Something weird? Carole Shelley and Kristin Chenoweth are both in Bewitched. Yeah.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Eagle was such a bastard.

"Do you have children now, Fae?" he asked me sweetly.

"Why do you want to know, are you a kidnapper or just nosy?" I responded in an equally saccharine tone.

"Anything that might affect your motivations is my business," he said.

"I can handle my own motivations, Eagle," I said. I quoted myself. "I am not a slave to emotion."

"We all are. We have to train ourselves to overcome it. You've never done it."

"Not me. I don't need to."

What? Love was stronger than just an emotion.

He sighed in disgust and I could hear the rush of air as he turned away.

"What is your problem?" I demanded. He had requested a special meeting with me, and we were alone, although neither of us could see the other. "I have been working for you for over nine months since I have been married and had children and have I ever messed up?"

He groaned. "No."

"So why are you harassing me?"

"What about if I ask you to assassinate someone, Elphaba? What is going to go through your head? What questions are you going to ask? And if you don't like the answers, are you going to be able to do it?"

"I always would have and always will question the nature of certain assignments, sir." I said tightly. "That's why I work for you and not the Wizard."

"That and you have a soul!"

I smiled wryly. "Sometimes I wonder." I stood up, knocking over my chair in the darkness. "And that is the end of the personal interview."

…

As I walked home through the hot August twilight, I couldn't help but think about what Eagle had said. He seemed to take issue with the idea that I might question it when I was told to kill someone. Well, shouldn't I? If what he wanted was an operative who mindlessly obeyed his every whim, he had the wrong woman. In fact, he had the worst person in history for the job. As I walked, I grew angrier and angrier, so that by the time I stalked through the front door it appeared there was a visible storm cloud hanging over my head.

"Whoa," said Fiyero. "Which Gale Forcer isn't going to be walking tomorrow?"

"Mama angwy," I heard Fala whisper to Liir, who nodded vehemently.

"It's not one of them. It's Eagle."

"What'd he do?"

"He's harassing me about my motivations again." I sighed. "Now apparently he has a problem with the continuation of the human race."

Fiyero stared at me. "But I thought he was-"

"He is human. That's not what I mean."

"Oh." The light went on in his eyes. "So he doesn't like the fact that we have children?"

"No. He thinks it will make me ask questions before I kill someone, apparently."

Fiyero's eyes widened. "Does he want you to kill someone?"

"No! That's not the point. It's just…" I turned back to Fiyero. "Do I want to work for someone who thinks questioning orders is a bad idea?" He looked at me hard.

"You didn't in college."