A/N: Thanks for putting up with meh and my story thus far (Even if it is only the 1ed chapter!) I was searching through some older pages and I found 'Thoughts of A Scarecrow' by Watson. At the time I wrote this, I didn't know of that story. Oops, it slightly the same concept. I will attempt to differ this story from Watson's! Thanks!

BrodyLvr412- Thanks for the review! I have a better idea of where the story is going now then I did when I wrote the prologue!

ELpHaBaFaBaLaElPhIeFaE- Yes, as I said before, I just noticed 'Thoughts of a Scarecrow' Oops…

Anna Marie Raven- I am going! gets going Thanks for your review!

Celestial Secrets- AHHH! GLINDA! –glomps- I know the sentence and speech structure isn't that great. I really didn't put too much time into the prologue, for most people who like Wicked, know the basics of what happens between the Scarecrow and Dorothy. I'm going to improve it over the next few chapters! (Plot device! XD) and you know I know your Glinda (Tonks) Your LJ. Lol. I checked it thoroughly first. (Typed before I saw you at Refiner's Fire)

Thanks for all who reviewed! On to chapter One!

Winning Your Heart- Chapter One.

A green hand waved over a polished crystal ball. Fog swirled around inside the sphere, twisting and turning whatever way it chose. Images came and went quickly, the owner of the green hand was searching for one in particular.

The hand belonged to the feared Wicked Witch of the West. She narrowed her eyes, "There you are." She muttered to no one as the fog cleared, revealing Dorothy. The girl was bent over a stream, in the middle of a forest. Either getting a drink or washing her face, the Witch couldn't make it out. It was clearly nighttime for a full moon was casting a clear reflection on the running stream, making the water sparkle slightly.

Not only was the water sparkling, those shoes… her shoes glimmered in all their fiery glory. The farm girl stood up, making her way back to a small camp, but she wasn't alone.

The Witch blinked and leaned closer to the crystal to see who her companion was. It was a scarecrow, a talking scarecrow. She may of seen some strange and usual things in her life; by far this was one of the strangest.

They were having a quiet conversation; Dorothy was sitting close to the Scarecrow. Something or other about seeing the 'Wonderful' Wizard of Oz.

The Witch stood up from her seat near the ball, and then waved her hand and fog began to swallow the image of the couple in the woods. She began to slowly pace around the small chamber, pondering about this scarecrow.

"It may pose a problem, between me and my shoes." She talked to herself. "For now I will wait, lay-low until an opportune moment. The I will get rid of both of them at one." She nodded to no one as her plan slowly formed in her mind.

With that done, she yawned. Since her sister, Nessa, was crushed by that damned house she hadn't had a good night of sleep. It was even before that, long before that, on that fateful day when Glinda and herself had went to the Emerald City.

She shook her head, ripping herself out of the painful memories. With that, she left the room and climbed another staircase leading to a small room, her bedroom. She generically only used two rooms of Kiamo Ko, her bedroom, and her study.

She yawned and sat on her bed in the corner of the room. Another sleepless night, another long day, all in her normal agenda now. She removed her hat, and set it on the floor with care. Then she covered herself with an old, dirty brown blanket and turned to face the wall.

Surprisingly, she fell to sleep quickly. Tonight, it wouldn't be just another dreamless sleep…

Elphaba sat up from her bed, threw the blanket off her and raced to her study. She quickly muttered a spell and waved her hands over the crystal ball. Acting very urgent, she waited in anticipation.

An image formed quickly from the fog. A man, She looked closer, it was Fiyero, it was really him! He was climbing up a long stairwell, made of old and aging stone. He looked worried, his brow was furrowed was her quickened his pace up the stairs. His dark eyes were darting from side to side; occasionally he poked his head into an open door. He was searching for something franticly.

She quickly moved away from the ball, and sat down on the nearest chair. "NO!" She yelled. "He's dead! Gone, and it's my fault! Fiyero… is dead." Elphaba put her head in her hands.

"No Elphie…" A voice behind her said, and footsteps approached her slowly. She whipped around, ready to defend herself. But before her, stood Fiyero, looking healthy as ever, not a scratch graced his face.

Elphaba backed away from him slowly, shaking her head, her eyes wide. "No! You're dead." She said, quietly. She backed herself into the nearest wall. No escape, he was still moving closer.

He stopped not even a foot away from her. Fiyero lifted his hand and stroked her cheek fondly. Elphaba involuntarily leaned into his touch his hands were warm, just as she remembered… he was alive!

As if in slow motion he leaned down to her and kissed her gently. Unhurried and pure, she closed her eyes. Savoring the moment with the man she had missed. Fiyero wrapped an arm around Elphaba's waist, holding her close as the kiss ended.

She opened her eyes slowly, almost in a daze. His face was different… it wasn't Fiyero anymore. It was the face of a Scarecrow! Elphaba gasped and broke free from the "Fiyero's" embrace.

It wasn't him, just that damn scarecrow that followed Dorothy. Her eyes narrowed, "You. What do you want here?" Elphaba made her voice as cold as she could make it. She moved to one side of him, reaching her desk she grabbed the Grimmerie.

The scarecrow looked hurt by this action. "Elphaba…why?"

"What did you call me scarecrow?" She snarled.

"Elphaba, as I always have…"

Elphaba frowned, "You have no right to be here, and no right to call me that. Leave." She slowly set the Grimmerie down and sighed, "Just leave, pretend this never happened." She turned away from him, and began to head for the door.

"Elphie…" The scarecrow called out again. It made her turn around again to face him, "I never left you." He stepped closer to her, and cupped her cheek with his hand, "You just have to look harder to find Fiyero again, to find. Me…"

She blinked slowly and looked up at Scarecrow. For a brief moment, she thought she saw Fiyero instead of the Scarecrow. The scarecrow leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. To Elphaba it wasn't the scarecrow it was Fiyero.

She went to look up at him again, there stood Fiyero, he was looking directly at her. He waved and began to fade into what seemed like fog, "I'll be waiting Elphie." Said the last whisper of his voice as he disappeared into fog…

"FIYERO!" The Witch yelled, as she sat up in her bed. She rubbed her eyes, and put her head in her hands. "Why do you torment me so? Haven't I been through enough already!" She yelled to the heavens. "Just leave me alone!"

Right then, she sobbed into her hands. Every thing she had been fighting for, Nessa… Fiyero. "Fiyero," She cried. She let herself cry, all these tears, from years of regrets came pouring out at this moment.

She cried into the night, feeling alone. Until she was just dry sobbing, no more tears to be shed. Falling asleep, she just decided, for that one day… to rest. Forget about Dorothy, and the shoes.

A/N: OK… it may not be the best chapter. But oh well, I'll try to update soon. R n' R!