A/N: Thank you all for your kind reviews! I love reading what you like, and what you don't like, and hope to fulfill your expectations… thought I don't know where this story is going, but I will find it out on the way:-)

I know that some of you have said I have great characterization (I thank you!), so please, if in sometime of the story I get out of character, tell me, cause I hate when that happens! Thanxs!

Chapter 4- Revelations

'Where is she?' Fiyero thought as he wondered through the west hall of the castle.

After the disastrous incident that afternoon, he hadn't seen her, but was in desperate need of talking to her. He had thought about the situation and had no idea what to do. He was certain that he loved her now. At first he hadn't known what he felt for her…. He had been frightened when he had seen her faint; but then, after that wonderful kiss—that beautiful kiss—he had confirmed his new found love for her. Despite all this years, that was the one thing that hadn't changed. When he had seen her, all the suffering he had been through… all the trauma and disconsolation had been washed away… all in one mere second… all in a green second.

But now here he was. Pursuing the girl whom he had lost his heart to once. No, noy irl, woman. His woman. She hadn't been to dinner… he had expected that. Elphaba could be stubborn sometimes… But he surely wasn't going to let it go. Or let her go away with it. He had made sure that no one left the castle without his word, and he had assured that Elphaba hadn't left it yet.

It was midnight now, and everyone was asleep. He didn't want Sarima to grow suspicious for the attention he was giving to the new guest. Fiyero waited downstairs, incase Elphaba decided to go grab a bite after everyone was sleeping. He could see her figure from here. The window could be seen perfectly: it was lit by a candle, and Fiyero could only see a black figure sitting on the bed, looking outside. Her hair was up in a bun… not the way he like it. After 15 minutes or so, seeing that she hadn't moved from her room, he decided to go up and confront her. He had no idea what he was going to say, or much less, how she was going to react, but he didn't care. He decided, like before, to go after her.

Fiyero went up the stairway in complete silent (he had learnt this because of the need to haunt when he was a young man). He was sure nobody could hear him, and along the way, he once in a while looked back to see if there was someone following him. There wasn't. 'Good' he thought. 'That way I can talk to her with no interruptions.'

Before knocking on the rusted door, he took a moment. He realized he was shaking now. Fiyero hadn't noticed he was frightened until that instant 'What if she doesn't love me? What if she has moved on?' he kept thinking. But he decided to stop thinking like that, and just go talk to her--- if not, just the thought of it would kill him for sure. He sighed heavily and closed his eyes to concentrate on his determination. That was the only thing that kept him going: the simple thought of seeing her.

Fiyero closed his eyes one more time and knocked on the heavy door. After what seemed like forever, he heard some fumbling and some furniture been moved.

Elphaba was startled to hear her wooden door been knocked at. She first wondered who that might be, and tensed a little at the thought. She had been so deep in thought that she gave a little jump at the noise. Elphaba had been wondering about the situation of the afternoon, and had meditated what would be best for them. She knew she still felt something or him… that kiss had confirmed any doubt she had had. She loved him, no matter what had happened the last couple of years, that was the one thing that had remained constant. She was afraid as hell to admit that, for if she did, everything would be out of control, and she didn't want that. She definitely didn't. She sighed heavily and closed her eyes to focus on her attendant. Elphaba, then, realized who her visitor was. This was not going to be easy.

Standing up, she straightened her gown and her hair unconsciously. She then noticed what she was doing and stopped in the middle of her actions. 'I don't know what I'm doing… I'll never be pretty enough…' Elphaba thought to herself as she went to the door. Midway through there, she stumbled against the little chair which was left there by her earlier when she was attending to Chistery. She cursed herself for been so disorganized, and kept walking to the door after moving the furniture to one side. She took an instant before opening the door, and hesitated before grabbing the handle and pulling it open. Taking one final deep breath, she yanked the door open, and found the person who had invaded her thoughts throughout the day. He stood there, with one arm laying on the doorframe, and his head bowed, as if in deep thought, amazed by the tiles that ornamented the floor. As soon as she opened the door, his head raised from whatever he was looking at, and took a moment to read the expression that the woman wore on her face.

Fiyero still didn't know what was it he was going to say. He just stood there, confounded by the green form before him. There was so much he wanted to say, yet so little she would understand or be willing to hear. But words didn't seem to form… they didn't look to be keen to help him this time. He was speechless.

Lucky for him, Elphaba was the first one to talk. "Well, look who decided to pay a visit to Auntie Guest—or Witch, your call." She snapped, eyes cold as ice. Yes, she was annoyed.

"Elphie, wait--" Fiyero responded, trying to explain. Elphaba looked at him in the eye, and dashed to close the door, but Fiyero's quick reflects kicked in, and he put a foot between the door and the doorframe to prevent her from closing it. However, Elphaba wouldn't give in. she tried fighting him, but he had now slipped himself between the door and the wall, and soon he was inside the room, facing the green woman's back. Elphaba held her hands to her face, maybe trying to cover laughter… maybe to cover grieving. Whatever it was, it had affected her. She wasn't moving. The only sound that was heard was the profound deep breaths that Fiyero inhaled because of the effort he had done so far. He couldn't stand seeing her like this—so… helpless.

"Elphaba… please… listen… to me…" Fiyero said, his breath cut by heavy panting. She was slim, but she had strength.

She had straightened up, and had lowered her hands to her side. She sniffed, an indication that she had been crying. He felt awful for this. He didn't want to be the reason for her anguish. The silence was killing him.

"Elphaba, please—talk to me…" Fiyero tried one more time. This time, Elphaba turned around to face the man who she had loved all those years ago. Her eyes were swollen and her cheeks were a darker color of green, where a tiny path was, if possible, inflamed because of the water that had been spilled by those beautiful green eyes. She had tried to keep them to herself, he could tell. She was not the type to let her emotions run free. Except for the anger.

"You were dead." Were her first words, almost a whisper. "You died. When I go to our place in the city—you were gone and I--"

"The guards took me! I couldn't fi--"

"Please let me finish." Elphaba interrupted him, looking at him for the first time since he entered the room. She focused on her talking again. "I never trusted anyone… in my whole life… not even my sister. I loved her, yes—but I never trusted her… she was far too religious." At the last word, Elphaba laughed a bit at her sister's memory. She missed her a lot. "And I have only learnt to love two other people in my life. That is Glinda and you. I never thought I would fall in love with someone like you, but once again, life proved me wrong. You saved me. And I trusted you. I trusted you to…" and she drifted off, somewhere Fiyero couldn't quite tell. But seeing her thoughts interrupted her talking, he decided to step in, and try and explain what had happened.

"Fae, listen. That night I followed you to your—assignment. Yes, I know I should have stayed somewhere far, as you told me to." Fiyero answered to her look, which was a puzzling one, mixed with a speck of angry attitude. He sighed and continued, "I was worried about you… you would have done the same! I loved you so much I couldn't stop myself from chasing after you! When I saw what you were going to do… I don't know what came over me… I needed to go to our place and rest for a while. But when I got there, a man rushed over me, and knocked me unconscious. Next thing I know, I'm in a dark, cold, wet room, and there was this tiny lamp on a table beside the chair where I was tied to. After some time, a guard –I suspect from the Gale Force- came and tried to make me tell where you were hiding. But of course, after that night, I didn't think you returned to our 'home', and because of that you weren't found, so they attempted to make me spill anything I knew about you. However, I couldn't do that, not to you, no matter how much they tortured me, I loved you much better." At this, Elphaba's eyes were threatening to pour down the hot liquid that had welled through his story. He tried to be as soft as he could, but this had everything except soft. "They kept me like that for God knows how much time. I was then, sent to prison. Every day and night I thought of you… what might have been of you… every day the frightening idea of you been seized made me want to get out of there. And I did. After a while, some of the other prisoners had formulated a plan, one which I tagged along. I escaped, but I could barely move, for my limbs and body were so very slim. I took what last little energy I got left, and-- I don't know how-- I made it through here. That was only a couple of months ago… and all I could do throughout that time was rest and pray for your safety. Today was the first real day I was able to go haunt and be outside, free of any exhaustion. But no, I never stopped thinking about you. You were the first thing I thought when I woke up, and the last I thought before going to sleep. And today when I saw you--" Fiyero could not continue his sentence, for now his own eyes were betraying him. His voice, he realized, was shaky, and he had to stop talking to compose himself.

Elphaba, who was on the other side of the room, was left shock and speechless after such story. She was afraid to speak, afraid of how he would react. She didn't know if to be sorry for him, or just be angry for not searching after her. All these years… suffering over a dead man… and now he was alive? Elphaba had always fantasized over this, and had rehearsed a thousand times what it would be like to have her one love back. But never, in a million years, had she imagined this reunion.

She just stood there, staring at him. Fiyero didn't know what to do or say. He wanted to hug and embrace her for all the damage he had caused her. Words or actions weren't enough for him to express how extremely sorry he was.

But then, Elphaba removed her hand from her chest, where it had been laying the entire time. She just watched at her opposite, approaching him with a very calm movement. She seemed determined by her actions. The next that followed was simple, but sweet, in some way. She kissed him, undemanding. Just a kiss.

But just as quick as she touched him, she walked away and turned away from those hazel eyes. "We will always find each other… but not for now. This is farewell." Elphaba held. As Fiyero was about to refute, she kept going, as if knowing what he was about to say. "Fiyero, pay attention. This can't be. You have a wife and three children, for God's sake! We are not young anymore and we certainly are not fools, as we were. We shall keep our distance…" Elphaba said. As much as it hurt her admit all of the above, it was true. And nothing they did would ever change that.

"Fae…" Fiyero started, but seeing that she would not give in, not even how much he tried, right now was not the time. "I will do as you please… for now. I will not give up on you. I never did." And with that, he left, leaving her no time to reply at his say. She just sat in the windowsill, and gave a loud sigh, before breaking into tears that burnt like fire. She was lost, and for the not for the first time, she didn't know what to do with her life.

A/N: wow, that just took me a long time to finish… I don't know if I will leave the chapter as it is, cause I don't like it very much--- but for now, it'll do. And sorry for the late update… but finally, here it is! Tell me what you think about their reactions and stuff, cause lately I've been off, so their response and all might not be very believable… so please help! And thanxs!.