Disclaimer: I don't own RENT or Wicked, and will make no money off of this story. That being said, I DO own Aubrey and Alex's left knee.
Note: Another Desperatefans spawn. Mark/Elphie cuteness abounds!
Lullaby
Mark woke up in the middle of the night, and they were still sitting on the floor, his back against the wall and his arms wrapped around him as she slept on his chest. He looked down at her, his unlikely angel, and smiled. She was his. Green skin and all, she was his, and no one else's.
She had been, though. She had been Fiyero's, and breaking the news to him had broken her heart... Mark ran a finger tenderly over the burns on her cheeks and hands, from the tears she had cried so helplessly that evening. The tears that were, ultimately, his fault.
If only he hadn't loved her. This never would have happened. And yet, he couldn't imagine not loving her... This beautiful woman that had crept into his heart when he wasn't looking. His beautiful, amazing, wonderful, sweet Elphie. She was so peaceful as she slept, one hand on Mark's chest, and the other holding his hand, their fingers intertwined. Mark could feel that he was going to be stiff in the morning, from sleeping sitting on the ground, but he didn't have the heart to wake her. And he didn't want to let her go.
As he watched her, Elphie moaned a little in her sleep, tightened her grip on Mark's hand, and her peaceful face was creased by a frown – nightmares, again. Mark squeezed her hand reassuringly, and hummed softly in his off-key voice, a melody that wasn't from something he could remember hearing, but seemed vaguely like a lullaby. With his free hand, he stroked her hair as he had only hours before. Slowly, her erratic breathing slowed again, and her grip on Mark's hand eased. The shadow had flown, and sweet dreams had returned to his sweet Elphie.
Smiling with the full contentedness of a man that has everything, Mark gently kissed the top of Elphie's head and rested his cheek on her sleek black hair. Life was good, now, as he held the woman he loved in his arms, and drifted off to sleep again, to dream only of her and their love.