A/N: Silvermoonset: No…you didn't like the Fiyero set up? I thought it was great! LOL just kidding I know it sucked. I never liked him as a scarecrow either, I had to get him changed. It was bothering me. Whogirl: I'd love to help you out with the c2 thing! I don't really know how, though. I looked at it and didn't really see how to become the staff member. Just drop me a note! And thank you sooo much for the suggestions with the plot! I'll probably use one…but ignore that…because now you know what's coming...

Boq sat high atop his horse, pleased that he was the leader. Many Gale Force members were willing to help catch the Wicked Witch of the West, so Boq had no problem assembling his army of ten. He knew Fiyero came from Kiamo Ko, and thought maybe Elphaba had found refuge with his family. He planned on heading there first, as it seemed the most likely place for her to hide. He felt a bit nervous that he wouldn't find Elphaba…with so many Gale Force members knowing, the rumor of his mission was bound to spread through Oz and he knew if he came back empty-handed he would be ridiculed for wasting everyone's time. They had set off nearly a week ago, andalmost were in Kiamo Ko. They camped each night in small white tents, none of them complaining. That afternoon, with each one of them on top of a horse, Boq thought a lot of Glinda, and Elphaba, and Nessarose. He had felt bad when Nessarose had died…but only a little. She had enslaved him and the rest of the Munchkins, and it was she and Elphaba who made him lose Glinda. Glinda was alone, now, but he was certain she didn't love him. She could find anybody, and even though, he admit, he looked much better than he had, he still didn't think that she could ever love him. He wasn't sure why Glinda wouldn't let him kill Elphaba on the spot, but he didn't mind…too much. More than anything, he hoped she was somewhere in that city. She had made him tin, and made him lose Glinda. He thought there had been a chance of him getting Glinda, if he hadn't been tin. It was too late now, he knew. Now that she was in charge of Oz. Behind him, the soldiers were murmuring excitedly, seeing Kiamo Ko in the distance. Boq smiled to himself, thinking, knowing he was closer to Elphaba. He set his horse to a trot, with the others following suit, and pressed on.

Damaran sighed. He opened his mouth and closed it. He looked up, leaning his head back, and sighed again. Fiyero, amused and sitting next to him, again, on the couch, asked, "Having fun, are we?"

"I'm bored."

"Find something to do. There are a lot of rooms in this place that probably no one's been in for years."

Damaran shook his head. "Nah."

"Fine, be bored, I don't care."

"Is this what we're going to do the rest of our lives?"

"Elphaba and I, most likely. You, however, I'm sure will get bored, as you have already, and move on."

Damaran raised his eyebrows and sighed again. He still wasn't used to calling her Elphaba. Fiyero had to stop him from saying the Wicked Witch of the West a lot. She was upstairs, taking a nap. Damaran, still curious about his unanswered question, turned to Fiyero. "Why is she green?"

"I don't know."

Damaran pursed his lips and sighed once more.

"You need to stop sighing." Fiyero saw how Elphaba could get tired of him.

"I'm bored!"

"I don't really care!" Fiyero changed the subject. "So you're from the Uplands, aren't you?"

"Yes. Where Glinda the Good is from."

Fiyero smirked at the commonly known name. "Are you an only child?"

"No," Damaran said quietly. Fiyero was slightly surprised. When telling them about his parents, Damaran had never mentioned any siblings. Fiyero was as bored as Damaran, hehad only been asking to pass time. "How many are there?"

"Two others…my little brother's seven, and my older sister's twenty." Fiyero cocked his head, suspicious. "Where's your sister?"

"I don't know."

"Why isn't she taking care of you? She knows about your alcoholic mother, right?"

"Yes."

"And does she know where your father is?"

"No. We don't have the same father, anyway."

"So…what does she do?"

"I don't know. She dreamed of having a family in the Emerald City, but we all know how well dreams pan out." Fiyero did know, but didn't say anything about it. "When did she leave?"

"Two years ago. She was sick of my mother. She told me to come to the Emerald City when I was old enough and she'd help me."

"Are you and her ever going back for your little brother?"

"My little brother has a different dad than either of us, and so he lives with his dad. He does fine there." Damaran looked a little sad talking about his siblings, different than when he talked about his mother. His mother only seemed to make his face grow red with fury, but when he talked about his brother and sister he looked like he missed them a lot. Fiyero looked down, feeling a little bad that he had brought it up. But he decided that somehow he and Elphaba would help him find his sister. He didn't really see the point in keeping Damaran there, anyway. Fiyero honestly believed that if they told him to keep their lives a secret, he would. He could stay if he wanted, he supposed, but he didn't really see how anyone would want a life of what they were looking forward to. "Sorry," Fiyero told him sincerely. Damaran looked away. "It's all right." Then he sighed, and said, "I'm bored."

A/N: Aren't you proud of me? It's been all Elphaba and Glinda, and I kept them out of this chapter completely. Be very proud. So proud, in fact, that you feel the need to review.