Fiyero sat at the breakfast table by himself. Elphie was still asleep. He had come so close to leaving the night before to go find Glinda, but had heard Elphie mutter something about Nessa, and he knew it would not be a good time to leave her. So, he decided, he would go somewhere else, while his girlfriend reminisced about her sister.
"Good morning" Elphie said sweetly as she sat down beside Fiyero as he kissed her forehead, making her blush a little; she loved it when he did that.
"Hey, how did you sleep?" He asked, already knowing the answer.
"Not bad…" Elphaba trailed off because Fiyero knew she was lying, and she knew he knew. "I was just up thinking about some stuff."
"Oh, like what?" He already knew that too.
"Like life." She turned away from him and stared out the window that sat high above her seat. The two lovers were silent the rest of the meal. They both thought they were a step ahead of the other, but they were both actually a step behind.
Fiyero rang the doorbell. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this after all this time. Frankly, he had no idea why he was even doing it. The door opened and revealed a short, old woman.
"Mom, it's me. Hi." The woman fainted, and Fiyero was not quick enough to catch her. It was only after his father came to his mother's aid, with a strange look on his face, that he remembered what all his time spent with Elphaba had made him forget: he was a scarecrow.
After his family had settled down, and Fiyero had explained how he became straw, they were able to have somewhat of a civilized conversation.
"I came here because I need your help." Fiyero began his much rehearsed speech. "The Witch of the West is alive and I need to find Glinda." He purposely left out the wicked in her title, but it still felt odd to his mouth to call her anything but 'Elphie' and 'darling'. His parents gasped.
"She's alive?!" Fiyero nodded at his mother.
"The good witch of the north?" His father asked, incredulously.
"Yes, I need her, because if we combine her powers with my girlfriend's, then-" His mother cut him off.
"Your girlfriend?" His mother was still a mother.
"Yes, she is quite powerful, and I know they can be of great help to oz." Fiyero took in a deep breath and wondered just exactly here his mouth was going with this. How was he going to tell his parents that oz was in danger and needed help?
"Yes they can." Fiyero's father agreed on something that had not yet been said. He continued. "Together they can conquer that horrible Wicked Witch that should have been murdered long ago!" He stood up in triumph with his powerful and wise idea. Fiyero shifted uncomfortably in his seat. As much as he wanted too, he resisted the urge to scream out that she was not at all wicked, but he held his tongue.
"That's the thing," He began coolly. "My girlfriend is the Wicked Witch of the West." The room went silent as his father sat back down and his mother looked like she was going to faint again.
[I know this is short, but I am focusing more on my other story right now, but im doing the best I can. .I am sorry if this chapter sucks.;)]