Title: When Your Dreams Come True

Author: Aerohead

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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: Same old, same old. My computer has finally decided to reincarnate itself after crashing again, so let's hope I won't have to restart another chapter before this story's finished. Keep your fingers crossed for me, everyone! Also, mostly talk in this chapter, sorry. More action (well, there's something good here, too) in the next chapter, I promise.

Chapter Seven: Unexpected Things

"I hate her, I just…really do." She sighed, rubbing her temples, her green skirt pooling around her crossed ankles. "I just…can I please kill her and get it over with?"

Aran laughed. "Fae, that's high treason." He pointed out; lifting himself up onto the table Fabala was sitting on.

Fabala shrugged. Aran took his school jacket off and wrapped it around her shoulders. She pulled it around her, thankful. They were sitting in a dark, abandoned classroom. Aran had asked her to come, and even though he was more relaxed then usual, his unusually sweet and gentlemanly gestures were very different from the Quadling she had grown up with. She knew he was planning something, but she was too upset and flustered to dwell on it. "I don't care if it's high treason; that…that….female deserves it! She's an embarrassment to the female race, and to that place she's from. Actually, I'd just rather she got back into that claptrap she calls a house and went back to that filthy place she hales from."

"Please," Aran said, sarcastically, "don't hold everything back on my account." He said.

She leaned her head on his shoulder. "You understand me, though, Aran…more than most people, at least."

Aran shifted, uncomfortable with the topic of discussion. His skin flushed, and he broke into a coughing fit as he tried to hide his discomfort. "Uh…well…see, that's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about…" he let his sentence trail, and his blush deepened when bright blue eyes looked at him curiously as she picked her head up to get a better view of him.

"You wanted to talk to me about how well you understand me?" She asked, completely serious and utterly confused.

He shook his head quickly, nearly brown strands of hair falling into his eyes. She sighed, a burdened woman, and pushed the tendrils out of his eyes. "Why do you always do that?"

"Because I know you'll always fix it for me…" He took her hand and looked at it for a few moments, before jolting back to reality. "This isn't going like I wanted it to." He turned, sitting cross-legged on the table. She leaned back, braid slipping off of her shoulder, and watched him, now slightly nervous.

"Now…Fae, how long have we known each other?"

She thought for a moment, before answering, "Eight years, Aran, but really I don't understand…"

"Do you ever let anyone else talk?" He teased. She sighed, and he continued. "I…I was a very different person before I met you…I think." He chuckled, feeling self-conscious. "But, I guess I always liked you, from the moment I saw you. I know, I know, it's romantic and you don't like that kind of…thing, but please, here me out. Do you remember when Destin gave you Yero?"

"Yes, and you were possibly in your worst about that poor little cat!" Fabala said, suddenly annoyed.

"Define little?" Aran asked, imagining Fabala's cat. "Do you remember the fight we got into afterwards?" he asked. She nodded. "Well…I was jealous. There was nothing I could do to make you look at me the way you looked at him that day, and I was upset, I guess…I don't know, I just wanted to make you feel special, and I couldn't do it by being myself.

"That's why I didn't talk to you for another year of so. I guess it's that good old male pride that got in the way, but I wanted to give you something, anything, that would make you look at me the way you looked at him. And…I was delighted when I found the caves, because I thought it was something only you and I could have…then Destin gave you that bracelet the same day, and I figured you'd think I was just odd, showing you some old caves when he gave you something so pretty."

"You really think I'm genuinely shallow, don't you?" she asked, only half-teasing.

He shook his head. "Well, maybe I did then. But then you were as amazed by the caves as I was, and I guess I was excited that there was something we could share together. And Destin left that year to come here, so I thought we'd have more time alone…and your mother gave me the opportunity to come study with you, and…Fabala, I guess I'm rambling, but…you're the only girl…no, person, that's meant this much to me before."

"What are you getting at, Aran." Fabala asked, now kneeling on the table and huddled in his coat. "Nissa's going to be worried, and she wants us to get ready to go to the ceremonies for Glinda tonight."

"I know, please, I just need five more minutes of your time." He said, also kneeling so that he was slightly taller than she was.

"Fine, but what is it, Aran?" she asked, sincerely concerned.

"Last year, when there was that bazaar outside of University property, remember? Well, there were two women there who said they knew me. I guess I wanted to find out something about who my family was, because maybe I'd know a little more about myself too. They didn't tell me much – the old woman just looked sad and the young woman just cried a lot, you would have melted, Fae! – but then I asked them to make me something, something very special, and they did.

"I know you don't believe in Lurline or fate or anything like that, but I do, Fabala, and you've got to give me credit for trying. Now, I was waiting for the right moment, but I don't think there will be…and I want to do this as far away from your mother as possible, as I really, really don't want to be turned inanimate because of this." He started feeling around in his pockets, before sighing. "Can I have my jacket for a minute?" he asked, wincing.

"Oh, of course!" she said, regretfully pulling the coat off of her arms and handing it to him. He felt through the pockets, before pulling something out and giving her back the coat.

"Uh…Fabala, I know this is sudden, and we're still very young and we don't have to do anything until after we're out of Shiz if you don't want to, but…"

"Oh, just get on with it, Aran!" Fabala said, laughing to try to break the tension in the air.

"Will you marry me?"

Fabala just stared at him, shocked, for a moment. Then she let out a gasping, "What?" and got off of the table, only to sit in a chair. Aran jumped off of the table and went over to her side. He knelt down and held out a small silver ring. There was a ruby and an emerald on the top, shaped together to look like a heart.

"Please?" he said quietly, placing the cool metal into her hand. She rolled it around on her palm for a moment, before slipping it on and looking at it, and looking at Aran. She seemed to be fighting with herself, and Aran bit his tongue, ready for her rejection.

"…eh….yes…?" she said hesitantly, shaking.

Aran's head shot up and his face broke out in a smile. "Really?" he said. When she nodded weakly, he hugged her. She tensed for a moment, before standing up and hugging him back. The door creaked open, and they both stared at the sunlight cascading in, shadowing the figure in the doorway.

"I've been waiting…what's going on?" Nissa asked, looking between Fabala and Aran. "Did she say yes?"

Fabala hit Aran's shoulder. "You've been conspiring against me with my own sister? Shame on you." She said, though she was teasing.

Nissa smiled, but came over and pulled Fabala away from Aran. "We have to pack. I suggest you do, too, Aran. We'll meet you at University Station." She said in her most authoritative tone, before pulling Fabala out of the room and towards their dormitory.