Title: When Your Dreams Come True

Author: Aerohead

Email: in my profile

Website: In my profile

Pairing: Fiyero/Elphaba, Fiyero/Glinda, Glinda/OC, OC/OC

Rating: PG13

Disclaimer/Dedication: For L. Frank Baum, Gregory Maguire, Stephen Schwartz, and Winnie Holtzman who own this idea that I'm extending. Thank you for giving me the first part. This is also for everyone in the OibLTibS RPG, so Sheika belongs to F-kun, Destin belongs to Tori, Riley belongs to Nessy, and Kade and Noelani belong to Cree.

Warning: spoiler for the ending of the musical Wicked, but that's pretty much about it.

Genre: Romance, adventure (book/play amalgamation)

Summary: With the government at a stand-still, Shiz is the only safe place to be. But with the arrival of two new freshmen, the old struggle of segregation arises.

Author's Notes: I have a forum to discuss my stories and your own and such that's now up. The link is in my profile, so if anyone is interested in joining it to help me with plot points or to talk with one another about this...thing...then come by and join. I just thought it would be more interactive than the review stuff up here, and I really don't want to make a C2 community. And a big thanks to Fabala2 for her beautiful picture of Nissa! Oh, and Rachel bought herself a stuffed Red Panda and named it Kade. Just thought everyone should know. Hehe. Short chapter ahoy!

Chapter Two: A Wolf Among Men

When the train had stopped, Milos stepped off uncertainly. He stood on the platform for a long moment, looking lost in the sea of humanity. Taking a fortifying breath, he started down the platform, following the crowd's movement towards the large, forbidden-looking building up ahead. Swallowing around the lump forming in his throat, he pushed strands of light brown fur out of his eyes, before darting onto the quiet grounds of Shiz University.

He hadn't imagined it would be this quiet. His ears swiveled around, trying to catch any slight sound. He stood perfectly still, holding his breath and tensing his muscles, waiting for whatever prank the older students were lying in wait to pull on unsuspecting freshmen.

Milos jumped a foot, landing on his back ungracefully, as the clock tower struck five o'clock. He heard chuckling from behind, and turned as he stood up to see an old Gazelle coming toward him.

"There hasn't been any predators allowed on school grounds since I came here as a student." He said. Milos winced as he tried his tail to make sure he hadn't broken it, before looking up at the Gazelle and trying to straighten himself.

"I wouldn't doubt it, sir. I'm the first in my family to come here."

"I'm sure you are, Pup." The Gazelle said, starting to walk away. He stopped, picking up Milos' bag, and handed it to the Wolf. "You don't want to loose your things on your first day, do you?" He asked slyly, before disappearing into Ozma Towers.

Milos shook. "Oh...if he wasn't a teacher, I'd...I'd..." that the threat was hollow didn't seem to matter much to him, as he shredded a piece of loose paper to prove his point.

His ears flicked around to a sound behind him. Feet, not just one pair, but two, perhaps more. He pressed down his clothing with his hands to make himself look more presentable, before turning behind him, where the sound was coming from.

"...and he never tells me exactly what they mean. I know the diamonds mean power, right?"

"No, it's just a tribal design. We have the circles, they have the diamonds, and the Yunamata have squares within squares. It's all very easy to understand." The voices seemed to belong to two young men, and Milos prepared his mind and body language.

The two talking companions rounded a corner, and Milos nearly let out a bark of delight; it appeared to be a young Winkie and his servant. The Winkie was slightly taller than his Quadling companion, and wore the simple garb of a Lurlinist priest. His shaggy hair fell into his eyes, and he seemed rather...amused? Milos shook his head. If a Quadling servant was trying to hold a conversation with him, he'd have thrown a fit.

The two reached Milos, and the Quadling nodded. "It looks like the Wolf Kade was telling us about." He said to the Winkie.

Milos turned to the Winkie. "You know Kade?"

He nodded. "He was my roommate last year. We heard you and he got to know each other on the train ride."

Milos rubbed the back of his neck with a paw. "Well, we talked. I wouldn't call it 'getting to know each other', really."

The Quadling rolled his eyes. "Of course, Kade has a habit of over-exaggerating things."

Milos' look turned fierce. "Was I talking to you?" he demanded. The Quadling's face became grave, and he came up to Milos. Eye-to-eye, they were about the same height, though Milos was slightly taller.

"One thing you should know, sir, is that I am not a slave, and I never have been, and I am also a student and a year older than you." He said. There was no malice in his voice; instead, he sounded tired, almost as if he had explained himself one too many times.

"Aran..." said the Winkie, before continuing in a language Milos had never heard before. The boy in front of Milos turned, brown eyes closed, and nodded once.

"I know, Sheika." He said, before turning back to Milos. "I'm Aran Naeva, a sophomore." He said, putting out a hand for Milos to shake.

"Milos Taliesin, a freshmen." He said, taking the hand cautiously. He turned to Sheika, his tail between his legs. "And I'm...sorry I jumped to conclusions?"

Sheika nodded, walking past Aran and putting out his own hand. "I'm Sheika Melarose, also a sophomore." He says.

"And I'm guessing a Theology major?" Milos asked. Blue eyes looked him over.

"No, agriculture." Said Sheika, stepping away. Milos groaned, banging his head with the heel of his paw.

"I'm sorry, it's just with the outfit and the..."

"Most people jump to that conclusion. But please, don't jump to any more, especially with the female members of our small group, because you will be hurt, badly." Sheik said, before looking at the piece of paper he had received. "Do you know where you are staying?" he asked.

"Uh...Briscoe Hall?" said Milos. Sheika and Aran exchanged glances, before Aran nodded.

"We'll show you where to go."