(zafr0, I haven't seen the musical, but I did read the script. I remember that Elphaba wanted to tell Glinda that they were alive, but Fiyero said they couldn't, that no one could ever know, if they wanted to be safe. I just thought you'd like to know:))
Chapter 5: Frexspar
Fiyera and Dexson were silent as they left the room. Campus was quiet, for the next class had begun already. Dexson watched Fiyera, waiting for her to voice what she was thinking.
"What?" she asked, looking over at him.
"Nothing, I just...nothing." he said.
"I know, you probably think I'm dangerous now!" she exclaimed.
"No, I just...I...listen, Sparx, I'm not judging you! I'm on your side-"
"Sparx?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Yeah," he said, "Sparx, that's my new nickname for you."
"But why Sparx?" she asked.
"Because your eyes have these beautiful sparkling effect about them." Dexson answered.
Fiyera smiled as she looked up at Dexson. Neither one said anything. After a moment, they realized they had stopped walking, and continued on.
"Oh, no!" Fiyera cried, looking up at the Shiz clock tower, "I've missed almost 15 minutes of my history class! I'm going to be in so much trouble!"
"Hey," Dexson said, "Why don't you just skip history and we can walk around and talk."
"Oh, I couldn't." Fiyera said.
"Why not?" asked Dexson.
"Because I can't skip history! I'd get into trouble!"
"Maybe so," he said, "But sometimes getting into trouble can be worth it. It will help you feel better about this whole...ordeal."
"No, really I can't! Maybe after supper, or maybe tomorrow."
"My dear Sparx," he said, taking her hand, "Pile up enough tomorrows and you'll find you've collected nothing but alot of empty yesterdays. I don't know about you but I'd like to make today worth remembering. Especially with someone as special as you."
Her mind about to slip into a fog again, Fiyera nodded. He led her away from the campus.
For the first time since she had come to Shiz, Fiyera saw the lake. It was a brownish-blue color reflecting the color changing leaves of the giant Quoxwood trees. She and Dexson sat down on the dock. The water was almost stationary, not a breath of air disturbed it.
"I haven't been to the lake yet, have you?" Fiyera asked, trying to keep converstation.
"No," he said, "Of course, I've only been here for a few days."
"Silence. Fiyera, desparately trying to think of something interesting to say, was too scared to make eye contact with Dexson. She stared at the lake's water. She could feel his gaze on her. She could always feel his gaze on her when he was around. It was starting to get annoying.
"Why are you always staring at me?" she cried, confused and frustrated. She wasn't exactly sure what made her blow-up at him. Perhaps she was still upset about Elphaba and sorcery class, whatever it was, Dexson was her only target. Besides, she had always been self-concious about her looks. Him staring at her didn't help.
"What?" he asked.
"You know perfectly well 'what'!" Fiyera answered, "I know I don't look like the other girls! I've known that my whole life!"
"Fiyera, I don't stare at you because you're green!" Dexson said.
"Then why do you?" Fiyera exclaimed.
"Because...because...because you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Fiyera, I think...no, I know. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you."
"No, you didn't, you liar!" Fiyera said, standing up and walking away.
"Yes, I did!" Dexson replied, catching up with her, "I understand if you don't love me back, but I do love you. Believe me, I didn't try to make this happen, but I look at you...I mean, holy wizard, look at you! I can't help it, Sparx!"
And with that, he kissed her. Had Fiyera's brain let her think a split second more, she would have run away. But, it didn't. Fiyera realized that she didn't care, however, as she wrapped her arms around Dexson's neck. Black and purple sparks shot out of her finger tips as he pulled her closer to him.
For the next few weeks, life at Shiz was an all time high for Fiyera. All except Elphaba and her minnions, everyone was nice to her. Her classes were going spectacularly well and her private tutoring sessions with Proffesor Tippermen would soon begin. She hadn't had another black sorcery attack since she sent her familiary on Depik. Dezzie had started hanging out with Elphaba. Fiyera felt bad about this, but when she voiced this to Lida Rose, Lida Rose replied with "Any person who doesn't want my big sister as a friend over Elphaba isn't worth my time!"
Dexson and Fiyera were together almost constantly. They only separated at night and when they had different classes. Everytime they parted, he would always say "I love you, Sparx," or "I love you, Fiyera," but she never replied. Something always kept her from saying it back. She knew what it was, but she would absolutely die if anybody, especially Dexson, found out. It was just too humiliating.
One Saturday morning, Fiyera was going to meet Dexson for breakfast when there was a knock on her door. She answered it to find a shocking, but thrilling visitor.
"Frexspar!" she cried, giving him a huge hug. He lifted her and swung her around the hall once.
"What are you doing here?' she asked after he set her down..
"What? Can't a guy come and see his best girl?" he asked.
Fiyera laughed as she gave him another hug. When she let go, she realized someone was watching them. She turned to find Dexson holding a boquet of flowers with a broken-hearted look on his face.
"Hey, Dexson!" she said.
"What's going on?' he asked.
"Nothing's going on." Fiyera replied, noticing the flowers, "Oh, Dexson, those are beautiful, are they for me?"
"Maybe," he said, "Didn't your boyfriend bring you anything?"
"Boyfriend?" Fiyera repeated, confused. She looked back at Frexspar and it clicked. "Oh! No, you misunderstand! This is my older brother, Frexspar."
Dexson looked up at Fiyera's brother, "This is Frexspar?" he asked. He walked over to Frex to shake his hand, "Oh, I'm sorry! I thought you were Fiyera's other boyfriend or something!"
Frex laughed, "No, I'm just her older brother!"
"Yes, my older overly-protective beyond all reason brother." she added, slipping her hand into Dexson's.
The three made it down to breakfast. There weren't many people there yet. It was too cold to eat in the courtyard. Frost had already begun to form on the ground. They sat down at a small corner table with their food.
"So, Frex, why are you here?" Fiyera asked.
"What do you mean?" Frex asked.
"What I mean is you're lying to me! You are just like our father! You can't hide the truth well at all. You are not just here to visit Lida Rose and me, so what's wrong?"
Frex set down the juice he had been drinking. He cleared his throat slowly.
"I'm here because...well, Fiyera, I'm not sure whether you got my latest letter yet or not, but I've been appointed to the diplomacy office for the Nominlind Empire."
"You're joking!" Fiyera cried, "But you don't graduate from Jewasc until the end of the year."
"I know," Frex replied, "But one of my proffesor's was at the Diplomacy Office and he brought back some applications about a job opening for me and my friends. Well, I got a call about mind, went to the interview, and got a temp. job as a bill negotiator."
"Why is it just a temp job?" asked Fiyera.
"Until I graduate, they don't want to higher me permanately." He took a sip of his juice, "Anyway, we heard Oz is trying to pass a law to have the Nominlinds pay a tax every time they enter through the portal, wheter they be coming or going."
"What? They can't do that!" Dexson said.
"What?" Frex asked, "You mean you agree with us instead of Oz?"
"Yes," Dexson replied, I use to live in Nominlind. I loved it there and I couldn't believe Oz would never want such interesting people in this country."
"Oz is very close-mined," agreed Frex, "Well, as I was saying, I'm going to the Emerald City to meet with the Bill Commity."
"Frexspar?" someone cried. The three turned to look as Lida Rose wheeled herself into the cafeteria, Jax right behind her.
As Frex got up to greet Lida rose, Dexson turned to Fiyera.
"They want to tax the Nominlinds to use the portal?" he said.
"Something tells me that's not it." she said.
"But you said it yourself that you can tell when Frex is lying, why didn't you tell him that?"
"I don't think Frex was lying. I think that what Oz is cooking up for the Nominlinds has got much more involved than just a portal tax"
Frexspar stayed at Shiz for the rest of the day. He was planning on taking the train late that evening to the Emerald City. Fiyera kept her mouth shut about what she thought about the meaning of the new law, despite Dexson's urges to tell him.
Sunday passed by without a hitch. Dexson and Fiyera spent the entire day together awaiting for Monday to arrive.
Since Fiyera and Dexson only had one class together on Monday, they said good-bye after breakfast and went to their separate courses. Fiyera's thought were still lost about her brother. She was worried about what the Bill Commity had in mind with the portal tax and what they actually had in mind.
Some of her worry had shown on her face, because Proffesor Anderson noticed.
"Are you alright, Miss Tiggular?" he asked as she gathered up her books.
"Yes..." she said, thinking, "No, I'm worried about my brother."
"What's wrong with him?" he asked.
"It's just, well, yesterday he was suppose to meet with some officials in the Emerald City about a new law."
"Oh, you mean about the ban?" he said.
"Ban?" she asked, confused.
"Yes," he said, "My sister's husband is on the Bill Commity and they are trying to pass a law to close the portal."
"So...wait, they want to close the portal permanately?" Fiyera asked.
"It's suppose to be top secret." he said, "I asumed you already knew."
"No I most certainly did not know! Why would the Ozians want to prevent the Nominlinds from coming into Oz?"
"Oh, Miss Tiggular," Proffesor Anderson said, "The battle between the Ozians and the Nominlinds has been going on for centuries. That's why the portal was builit in the first place."
"How do you mean, Proffesor?" Fiyera asked.
"Miss Tiggular, I am not a history teacher, but from what I remember, ever since our countries had the disputes about our cultures, we've never gotten along. I guess, even with the portal, the Ozians just want nothing to do with them."
Fiyera was silent. She looked even more frightened then before. Proffesor Anderson stepped forward.
"I wouldn't worry, Miss Tiggular." he said as his next class started filing in, "If your brother is half as clever as you, he'll convince them to veto that bill!"
Fiyera nodded. She gathered up her things and left as Proffesor Anderson began teaching again.
The worry of the new law frightened Fiyera all day. She was distant whenever she was talking to anyone, including Dexson and things didn't improve when she went to Proffesor Tippermen's office for tutoring.
"Something on your mind, Miss Fiyera?" she asked.
Fiyera nodded, sitting down in one of the arm chairs. "Have you heard anything about the new bill trying to be passed? The law that forbids Nominlinds into Oz?"
"I heard a rumor, yes," she said, sitting down in the chair next to Fiyera.
"Well, my brother Frex is trying to convince them not to pass it. I'm just owrried they won't listen to him."
"You're worried that you'll be forced to leave Shiz?" Proffesor Tippermen asked.
"No! I'm worried about my country losing it's freedom. Proffesor, Nominlinds have never been very strong. Could you imagine if we were all put under Ozian rule? We wouldn't survive. Oz has to keep going and make us weaker!"
"Fiyera!" Proffesor Tippermen cried, "You seem very passionate about this."
"I am!" she agreed, "Why can't Oz and Nominlind just work out their differences and get along?"
"Because no one in either country has ever had the strength or intellegence to try."
Fiyera thought for a moment, "I do!" she said.
"You think you can create peace between us?" Proffesor Tippermen asked.
"Yes! You said it yourself that I could become a great wizard to Oz. I know I could do it!"
The Shiz clock struck nine. Proffesor Tippermen stood up.
"Well, Miss Fiyera," Proffesor Tippermen said, "I believe we should call it a night. You've done very well for your first session. I'd say same time next week. I'll see you in class on Friday."
Fiyera nodded, gathering her bag and jacket. She left the office with a confused mind buzzing around in her head. She looked up at the stars and remembered her father.
"Father," she said, "tonight, please be with Frex and help him. He's trying his best to help us and I think he needs you more than I do."
Fiyera started walking again. Perhaps it was just her imagination, but it looked liked one of the stars extinguished just before she looked away.
