AN: This one is kind of too long for a drabble, but I found it too short for a one-shot, so... yeah :P. It's based on the song "This Is What It Feels Like" by Armin van Buuren (yes, a Dutch guy ;)).

Without you now

As all of Oz was out festivating, Fiyero Tiggular was sitting in his window sill, his head leant back and his eyes closed.

He was alone. He felt alone. After he had been dragged out to that cornfield, he had thought that was it; but he had survived the ordeal and somehow managed to contact his parents, who had taken him home with them in order for him to heal. On his request, they kept him updated on the developments in the Emerald City and the moment he heard about the Witch Hunters going to kill the Wicked Witch of the West, his blood had run cold. He had wanted to leave immediately, to search for her and warn her; but he had still been too weak.

And now all of Oz was celebrating… because the Witch Hunters had succeeded.

She was gone.

Nobody here knocking at my door
The sound of silence I can't take anymore
Nobody ringing my telephone now
Oh how I miss such a beautiful sound

He did not know how they had done it. He did not care, either. He just hoped she hadn't been in any pain as it happened.

The fact remained, however, that he had lost her; and that hurt him more than he could possibly say. He felt numb and at the same time he felt too much. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't think. He could only feel and what he felt was a pain that went so deep that he was sure it would never truly go away. No matter how much time passed, he knew he would never stop hurting for her. Because she had been the love of his life… and now she was gone.

And I don't even know how I survive
Can't make it to the shore without your light
No, I don't even know if I'm alive
Oh, without you now
This is what it feels like

"Fiyero?" His mother knocked lightly on the open door. "Fiyero, someone's here to see you."

He didn't reply – he just turned his back towards her, making it clear that he did not want to see anyone. He hadn't spoken since he heard about what had happened. He knew his parents were worried about him, but he felt like there was nothing left to say.

"I really think you want to see this person, Yero." He flinched at the nickname. She had called him that, too, back at Shiz… and back when they had been together. That one amazing, wonderful, perfect, yet way too short night.

Hearing about it had felt like his heart was ripped in two. He wasn't even sure why he was still around, really. What was the point of living if he could not live for her?

Nothing to hold but the memories and frames
Oh they remind me of the battle I face
Without your love, without you I drown
Somebody save me, I'm going down

"Just go in," he heard his mother say. It sounded like she was smiling. "It will be alright now."

No! he wanted to scream at her. No, it's not going to be alright! Nothing is ever going to be alright again!

He could hear the queen closing the door behind her and he felt irritated at being left alone in the room with this person whom he did not even know… or, well, he supposed he did know him or her – he just could not be bothered to see for himself. There was only one person in the world he wanted to see right now and that was the person he would not ever see again.

Someone sucked in a breath and the next voice he heard was a familiar one… but no. That couldn't be.

"It's really you," she whispered. "You… you survived…"

He turned and stared at her for a long time – minutes or hours, he wasn't sure. All he knew that he could not even begin to comprehend what was standing in front of him.

She sank onto her knees in front of him and cradled his face between her hands, studying him intently. "Yero…" she whispered. "You're alive."

"Me?" He let out a laugh that sounded too forced and too high. "I'm alive? Are you serious right now?"

"I'm sorry," she said, her hands dropping from his face. He instantly missed her warmth on his skin. "I didn't think… I mean, I thought…"

"You're dead." His voice was flat. "You're dead, Fae. All of Oz is celebrating your death right now."

"I faked it." She glanced up at him through her eyelashes. "It couldn't go on like that. I surrendered, but then Glinda told me you were still alive and I couldn't… I couldn't go through with it. Not if there was still a chance of you…" She trailed off, but he knew what she meant, anyway. He always had and he always would.

"I disappeared into a trapdoor," she said softly. "I hid there until everyone left and then I came here. I didn't expect… I mean, I thought Glinda must have been wrong, that she had misunderstood…"

And I don't even know how I survive
Can't make it to the shore without your light
No, I don't even know if I'm alive
Oh, without you now
This is what it feels like

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm sorry I made you think that I was dead."

He stared at her. He slowly brought up his hands to cup her face and she closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again, meeting his gaze.

His lips crashed against hers and she responded immediately, her fingers grasping his shirt and pulling him closer. His arms went around her to crush her to him and he inhaled her scent, marvelling in a sensation he had thought only minutes before he would never, ever feel again.

This is what it feels like.