A/N: Whogirl: Thanks for the great reviews, and title suggestions! As I told you, I took Wicked Ways from your title suggestions. I really appreciate it! Jemima: LOL, I also love pretty much anything Elphaba/Fiyero also! Silver Moonset: You know, I actually considered making it Shell, but decided since I wanted it musicalverse, it wouldn't really fit. He's about the same age as Shell would be, though, and from the book, it sounds like he would act like Damaran would. So Damaran is kind of based on Shell, in a way.

Predictions: Anyone have any idea how Glinda's going to redeem Elphaba? Okay, fine, it's not you making a prediction, I need help with the plot. Please? pleading eyes

"Fah…lay…ro…fah…lay…la…fah lay ro fah lay la…fah lay ro fah lay la…Eee! Yea! I got it!" Glinda screeched. It had been nearly fourty-eight hours since she had decided on her plan to get Elphie back into the good graces of Oz, and she had studied the Grimmerie endlessly. She smiled, not being able to help herself. She could now turn Boq into a man. The spell was to turn anything into a human. She couldn't guarantee he would look the same, but it seemed likely. She squealed again. She felt a little nervous, not sure if she should do it. She nodded to herself though, knowing Elphie shouldn't live her life in hiding. She looked out the window, looking at the wide expanse of the Emerald City. It had become official that she was the new leader of Oz, and she was no living in his palace in the heart of the city, where she and Elphie had come, and started Elphie's life of being a fugitive. Glinda sighed, then smiled again. She knew Elphie would be so grateful to her. Glinda rang for Lillany. Lillany rushed in only moments later. "Yes, Miss Glinda?"

"Tell Master Boq of Munchkinland I'm ready for him."

"Yes, ma'am," Lillany bowed, and ran out of the room. Boq had been given a room in the palace, being widely respected for being one of those who had "killed" Elphaba. Glinda had thought about it over the past two days, and decided that Elphie was probably alive. And if she wasn't, she was going to believe that-at least until they found no evidence of her being alive, anywhere. It made her happy. Minutes later, there was a knock on her door. She got up, slowed down by the huge skirt on her fluffy dress. She walked to the door and opened it up. The tin man stood there, smiling eagerly. She noticed he was wearing clothes, probably made for him with special care by her maids. "Did you find a spell?" Glinda took a deep breath, then nodded. The tin man stepped into the room and stood awkwardly. Glinda stared at him a moment, then remembered the book. "Okay, come stand here," she told him, a little nervous. She had never put a spell on a person before. And she had never used the book for spells. Boq moved in front of the table, and she sat down, then stood up, looking at the book. She wondered if she needed her wand. She got up and grabbed it from her closet, and stood behind the table, with Boq and the Grimmerie in front of her. She looked down at the book and started to chant. "Fah lay ro fah lay la fah lay ro fah lay la fah lay ro fah lay la fah lay ro fah lay la fah lay ro fah lay la…" Glinda continued to chant over and over, still waiting for Boq to turn into a human. She threw her wand down, and started over. "Fah lay ro fah lay la fah lay ro fah lay la…" that was all she had to say. She trailed off as a puff of smoke went around the tin man, and when the smoke was gone, he was a man again. It was not Boq-well, it was Boq, but he looked completely different. He had blonde hair, was a sight handsome than he had been, and was a few inches taller than before. His clothes, which had fit the tin man, were now much too big for him. He grinned, and Glinda squealed. "I did it!" she shouted. "I did a spell from the Grimmerie!" Both grinning like maniacs, she went for a handheld mirror, and handed it to him. His smile grew wider as he stared at himself. "I look better than I did!" he exclaimed. She watched him proudly. He sighed with happiness, then put the mirror down. He looked at her seriously. "Now, if you wouldn't mind us talking business," he said. She nodded. "I have decided to supply you with ten members of the Gale Force. You may search anywhere, and any house you feel necessary. But I want only Elphie," she caught herself, "Elphaba; those who hide her are not to be brought back. She probably forced them to, and I don't want them punished." Glinda had thought over the rules of the search many times, and thought all that appropriate. She didn't think any Munchkins who were kind enough to hide Elphie should be punished-she didn't care about them anyway. It was Elphie she wanted to see again. Boq nodded, agreeing with whatever she said. "And when may we leave?"

"Whenever you'd like. But by next week, if possible."

"I can be ready by tonight."

Glinda was a little bit surprised, but didn't mind. Boq was extremely eager to get Elphie. She nodded, and dismissed him. Then remembered-"Oh, Boq?"

"Yes, Miss Glinda?"

"Elphaba's not to be killed. She is to be brought back alive. And make sure that the rest of the Gale Force understands that completely; you're in charge of the mission." Boq looked a tad disappointed, which frightened Glinda a little bit, but he nodded. Again, she dismissed him, and he left, set to gathering his army. Once he had closed the door, she walked to the Grimmerie and closed it. Then she walked over to the bed and hopped on, falling back and smiling. She was going to have a best friend again, and they could both read the Grimmerie. They were going to rule Oz together, until they had children with their husbands-to-be…well, after all, Elphaba couldn't still be brooding over the death of Fiyero, right? Glinda had gotten over him-mostly. She was still a tiny bit upset that he had chosen Elphie over her, but forgive and forget, right? She sat up and looked out the window. She remembered their promise, that they would both come back someday, and even though Elphie would be coming back a fugitive, she would be recognized, finally, as a good person, and she wouldn't have to hide any longer. Glinda smiled again. She was such a good friend.

"So how come you're not, like, turning me into a toad or whatever?" Elphaba looked at Damaran sideways. He was munching on an apple, days after he had gone hunting with Fiyero. Surprisingly, Damaran had been telling the truth about being a good hunter-Fiyero and he had returned home with a large pig, shot square in the heart by Damaran. Elphaba raised her eyebrows. "I don't know, would you like me to turn you into a toad?" Damaran shrugged and sat cross-legged on the couch, opposite of her on the other end. "I've never been a toad, I wouldn't know. But anyway, that's not what I'm asking. Why aren't you?"

"Contrary to what I'm sure you've heard over and over repeatedly, I don't turn people into toads every chance I get. Besides, I don't have the Grimmerie-my spell book-with me, so you'd have to make me really angry to get turned into a toad."

"I thought you said you couldn't."

"I can, I just can't…willingly."

"Then what's the fun of being a witch?"

"There isn't."

"What?"

"There isn't any fun," she replied, getting tired of the conversation. "So why are you?" he asked, probably knowing he was annoying her.

"Why am I what?"

"Why are you a witch?"

"I don't know. Why aren't you?"

"Because…I'm a boy."

"Fair enough, why don't you have magical powers?"

"I don't know."

Elphaba sat back, pleased she had finally silenced him.

"So how come you're green?"

"I don't know! Be quiet for a moment, please!" She got off the couch in a huff and went to lament her troubles with the boy to Fiyero. Fiyero was in their bedroom, the one the two of them shared. Damaran slept wherever he wanted to-he didn't seem to need routine. Fiyero didn't seem to be doing anything, just laying on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. Elphaba walked in the door and slammed it. He looked up, startled. "You know, I seriously think we should take our chances on him telling the world about us and put him out into the streets," she told him, shaking her finger at him. Fiyero sat up, slightly amused. "Because you know, that boy has been nothing but talk, talk, talk, talk, talk for the past two days, and frankly, I am sick of him! 'Why are you green? Why aren't I a toad? Why do you have magic powers?' Ugh, I hate him!"

"I understand, Elphie, but-"

"And he won't stop! I can't get a word in edgewise with him!"

"I realize that, but-"

"And he eats more than both of us combined! I don't know how he stays that skinny, he's got to eat his weight in food every day!"

"Elphaba!"

Elphaba looked at him, surprised. "What?"

"You don't let anyone get a word in edgewise, either." Elphaba felt a little guilty, realizing it was true. "Yes, but-"

"And not only does he eat more than the two of us combined, he brings more food home than the two of us combined."

Elphaba paused, not thinking of a comeback to that one. "So?" Fiyero got off the bed and crossed to her. "You know we would have gotten bored with just each other," he told her, half-smiling. She pursed her lips together, and sighed huge. "Fine," she told him. "He can stay." She flung open the door and went down the stairs dramatically, her cape flipping behind her. Fiyero smiled, knowing kicking the boy out was never an option. He, personally, did not have a problem with Damaran. He reminded him a little bit of Glinda-and while he didn't love Glinda, not like Elphaba, he missed her. She would have been nice to have as a friend. He knew Elphaba missed Glinda like crazy, but never would admit it. He remembered Elphaba and Glinda didn't like each other much, anyway, in the beginning. A lot like Elphaba and Damaran didn't like each other now. He laughed quietly to himself.

Elphaba went down the stairs and paused in front of Damaran. Damaran, still eating his apple, looked at her from the couch. They stared at each other silently, until Damaran asked, "So how come the Scarecrow can talk?" They still hadn't told Damaran his real name, just in case one of them needed to get away. Elphaba had insisted that he, at least, be safe from Damaran, if Damaran should decide to tell. Elphaba looked down, then up at Damaran. "Because of me," she said quietly.

"So you did something nice for someone?"

"No."

"Well, you made him living. That's good," he said, apologizing by being nice. Elphaba forgave him. "No. I didn't make him living," she told him.

"The Scarecrow was already living?"

"Yes."

"But you said he could talk because of you."

"Well, yes. I guess so…but he could talk before…the incident." Damaran's eyes widened, excited that he was getting something out of the witch. "What incident?"

Elphaba caught herself. "That's none of your business! I'm sure you know more about my life than I do, just like everyone else in Oz, anyway!" Damaran sat back. "Are you ashamed of it?"

"Like I said, it's none of your business."

"I think it would be easier to tell me than to argue about it like we are now."

"I don't care."

"Fine."

"Good."

Damaran paused. "I don't like that he's a scarecrow. He can't do anything." Elphaba looked at him, haughtily. "And what, pray tell, can't he do?"

"He's clumsy. He's a bad hunter." Damaran kept pushing buttons, hoping to finally find the one that would make Elphaba mad enough to turn him into a man. He had a slight idea that she had turned him into a scarecrow from a man, and figured if she got mad enough, he would finally be human again. He lowered his voice. "And scarecrows are the worst things ever," Damaran told her, looking around confidentially. He noticed Fiyero coming down the stairs and kept talking. "They don't work, and they're ugly." He was pulling things out of a hat now, making things up as he went along. He noticed Elphaba blushing a little bit, which made her green cheeks turn a weird purplish color. He pressed on. "And he's so useless. If someone ever attacked him, he would be dead in an instant." He noticed her get an odd look in her eyes, and she screamed, "You're right!" to Damaran. She turned towards Fiyero, who was pressed against the wall. She squeezed her eyes shut, a million thoughts racing through her head. She breathed deep, heart pounding. When she opened her eyes, a puff of smoke went around Fiyero. When the puff was gone, a man stood in his place. It was him again! She gasped, happily, and Damaran's eyes grew wide. Fiyero looked down at himself in shock of what had just happened, what Elphaba had just accomplished. He admired himself, and Elphaba ran to him, clutching him tightly. She drew him back and looked at him oddly. "Funny, your hair was blonde, and now it's brown…" she said, wondering how that had happened. Fiyero laughed. "Ah, well, I used to dye my hair. You must have gotten my natural color." Elphaba smiled, unable to stop. She hugged him again. Damaran stood up. "So you must be Fiyero," he said, knowing. They looked at him. "How did you know?" Fiyero asked quizzically. "I've seen the newspaper," he told them. "I thought you were dead, though."

"They think we're both dead," she told him. "Which is good. It's better this way."

"Don't you want to…be accepted…and live normal lives?"

"Yes." She told him simply. Then a smile grew as she looked back at Fiyero. She laughed, and hugged him once again.

A/N: Okay, some explanations: Ignore the setup that turned Fiyero back into a human. That was really stupid. I just didn't like him as a scarecrow, and wanted him to be human again, and had to think of something. And the reason Boq didn't look like himself, and Fiyero did, was because Elphaba just has powers that are more powerful than Glinda's. Glinda used the book, which was just a spell to make something human. Elphaba turned Fiyero back into a man with her own mind. Hope that makes sense! Read and review, all!