He's Boq from the dead.

A/N Yay! Another chapter! Chapter 4! Thanks to the reviewers! Getting reviews always makes you feel so happy. Thank you! This chapter is dedicated to you!! I am updating as often as I can. I am sorry if they are slow and short. Disclaimer 1: I do not own any part of the Wizard of Oz or Wicked. I simply have become the Wicked Witch of the West. I AM ELPHABA FOR WICKEDNESS SAKES! Disclaimer 2: I did not write "If I Only Had a Heart". I only add the songs for continuity. Instead of writing "Lyrics to blah blah song here" I actually put down the lyrics.

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Fiyero couldn't quite place it, but the face looked oddly familiar. When the Tinman saw Fiyero, he seemed to have the same reaction.

"It's...it's...a man made of metal!" Dorothy exclaimed, stupefied.

'Well DUH!' thought Fiyero, 'This girl is dumber than anyone I've ever seen, and I worked with politicians! Who's the one that needs the brains?'

"Oy kaan," squeaked the Tinman.

"Did you say something?" asked Dorothy, wide-eyed in amazement.

'No, Dorothy. One of the birds just squeaked,' thought Fiyero, sarcasm heavy on his mind.

"Oy kaan," squeaked the Tinman again, more passionately, or as passionately as he could while only squeaking.

"I think he said Oil Can!" she shouted.

"'Oil Can' what?" asked Fiyero unaware of the can next to him.

"I...don't know," replied Dorothy, somewhat defeated.

They looked at each other, looked around, and rested their eyes on the can of oil sitting on a nearby stump.

"Oh!" cried Dorothy, jumping up and grabbing the can, "Where do you want the oil first?"

"Mi math," the Tinman squeaked happily. They understood him!

"I can't understand you. Could you speak a little more clearly," smiled the ten year old.

'Oh, sweet Lurline! Why do you put me through this?' Fiyero cried out in his head.

"He said his mouth!" Fiyero said, grabbing away the can of oil and putting it to the metal man's lips and jaw.

"My-my-my-my goodness! I can talk again!"

'Now the voice rings a bell too! Who is it? No one from Shiz was made from metal. Can't think of anyone I've met who was made of tin. Argh! This is aggravating!'

"Oil my arms!" said the Tinman as Dorothy and Fiyero switched off oiling and weeding their new friend. He had obviously been there a while to have foliage growing on him, "Oil my legs! Thank you!"

Dorothy began to help the Tinman move his arms and "helped" the Tinman put down his axe. Okay, she shoved his arm down. He gasped, obviously from some amount of pain inflicted.

"I'm sorry! Did that hurt?" asked the child.

"No! No," he reassured her, "I've just- just been holding that axe up for what seemed ages!"

"How did you EVER get like this?" inquired Dorothy.

"Well, I...uh...um," sputtered the Tinman.

"How?" asked Fiyero, now wondering too. He wanted in on the questioning.

"Well, I...uh...was chopping wood...and...it started to rain. I rusted and been that way ever since!"

"Oh! Well your perfect now!" Dorothy said.

"Far from it," muttered the Tinman.

"What did you say?" asked Fiyero.

"Well...," said the Tinman, as if deciding whether to answer truthfully or not, "Bang on my chest."

Dorothy looked at him in total confusion.

"Go ahead! Bang on it!"

Dorothy obeyed and knocked on the Tinman's torso. It made a low, echoing, noise.

"Beautiful!" cried Fiyero trying to raise the Tinman's spirits, "What an echo!"

"It's empty," sighed the Tinman.

"Why is it empty?" asked the very curious girl.

"The....um....tinsmiths, yeah! The tinsmiths...uh....forgot to give me a heart,"

"No heart?" cried Dorothy. Fiyero tried to say it with her as best he could. If he acted like Dorothy he would probably seem a lot lower on the IQ scale.

The Tinman sighed again.

"No heart. All hallow," he banged on his chest, and fell backward.

'Wow. I'm obviously dealing with two know-nothings. This one is too naïve to think straight and this one is too depressed to walk straight. Whata bunch.'

They tried to help him, but he shook his hand no.

"When a man's an empty kettle
He should be on his mettle
And yet I'm torn apart
Just because I'm presumin'
That I could be kind-a human

If I only had a heart. I'd be tender, I'd be gentle
And awful sentimental
Regarding love and art
I'd be friends with the sparrows
And the boy who shoots the arrows,

If I only had a heart. Picture me ... a balcony ...
Above a voice sings low--

'Wherefore art thou, Romeo?'

I hear a beat.
How sweet!
Just to register emotion.
'Jealousy,' 'devotion'
And really feel the part
I could stay young and chipper
And I'd lock it with a zipper
If I only had a heart."

Once again the Tinman tried to walk, but his legs kept stiffening up. Dorothy and Fiyero were going back and forth once again with the oil can to help. And then, as appose to walking, he danced. Fiyero had a strong urge to join him, but Dorothy yanked his arm to whisper something to him.

"What if we let him come with us to the Wizard?" asked Dorothy.

'What if we don't,' thought Fiyero. He then realized he could say no. He'd have to give an explanation of why. There was a choice; yes or yes.

"Why not? Sure! He can get a heart!"

"My God! He's falling!" cried Dorothy.

They rushed over to help him. After some running about, the Tinman was finally balanced. Unfortunately, he just fell again closer to the cottage sitting nearby. "That was wonderful!" said Dorothy gleefully.

"I'm afraid I'm still a bit rusty."

'A bit?' thought Fiyero, 'If that's a bit, I'd hate to see what he'd call "a lot",'

"You know," said Dorothy sitting down next to the Tinman, "we were just wondering if you would come to the Emerald City with us to ask the Wizard of Oz for a Heart,"

"Well suppose he wouldn't give me a heart"

'Again with the depressing!'

"But he will!"

'How do you know? Maybe-actually, probably-he'll say "Go away stupid kid! Leave me alone!" I know I would,'

"We've come such a long way already!"

They all suddenly jolted to attention at the sound of cackling coming from the cottage.

Fiyero grew wide-eyed.

"E-Elphie?"

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Sorry if I offended anyone with the crack at politicians. I was actually thinking about a career in politics. ::ducks to avoid buckets of water being tossed:: Now...REVIEW!!!!!!! I WILL burst you all into flames if you don't! ::cackles::