A/N: This is the second time I have typed this chapter. . ARGH! My computer is evil; it deleted the first 3rd chapter I made, so here's the revised version! Enjoy! WOW! I have a headache.

Please forgive my horribly late update! I've been so busy! I auditioned for "Fiddler on the Roof" at my company theatre If I get a part, I'll let you know.

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OK, now that the reviews are done, here chapter 3! (again –crys-) (I own nothing)

Winning Your Heart Ch-3.

The odd trio pulled over to a spot only a few yards away from the Yellow Brick Road, as soon as Dorothy began to lag behind. It was in a small clearing surrounded by large, old Quoxwood trees; also stream ran through the dense forest. Allowing Dorothy (and Toto) a drink and a wash.

Dorothy hummed a random song as she scouted the ground, and looked for a place to sleep. Since she was the only one who needed sleep (save Toto). Eventually she settled for a grassy patch under a Quoxwood sapling.

She yawned and turned to face her two companions, "Goodnight Scarecrow! Night' Tin Man!" She smiled and yawned again as she lowered herself to the ground, "We'll make it to the Emerald City," She mumbled before dozing off.

Both Scarecrow and the Tin Man said good night and could only hope that what Dorothy said would come true.

The Witch sighed quietly as she watched them make camp. Now she had to wait out the night with these fools and stay awake too. That may prove to be a challenge, She thought as she slowly moved to hoist herself into a Quoxwood tree before they all settled down.

She located a tree with a thick branch that would be fairly comfortable for her during the night. A sturdy, low branch was only about a half a foot above her. The Witch grabbed onto the branch and swung herself up, climbing until she reached the fourth large branch.

For a quick moment, she remember when she would escape during her school's recess as a young child and she would climb the big tree in the front of the school yard. Nobody bothered her there, she felt safe for once in her life. Back to the Present…The Witch thought as she reached the branch she wanted.

She straddled the branch for a moment and made herself a spot in the tree that would be a good place for watching. She figured she might be there for a while. The Witch sighed, crossed her arms and watched the two unusual "men" (if you really wanted to call them that).

The Scarecrow, and the Tin Man shifted on occasion, they glanced over at Dorothy, but aside from that; there wasn't much to see. The Scarecrow was oblivious to the fact that the Wicked With of the West was sitting right above him in a tree as he stared off into space.

Hours passed, the full moon rose higher and higher in the sky, eventually it slowly was descending back into the horizon. The Witch looked up at the moon through the trees (what she could see of it). She figured that if one could tell time off the sun, you could off the moon. About… oh, say 2:30 in the stupid morning! She thought angrily. The green woman was beginning to wonder why she ever thought of watching them, they didn't do anything, she could just go to sleep!

Just as the Witch closed her eyes, ready to go to sleep a scream pierced the night air. The green woman was ready to make a quick escape, for she thought she had been discovered. She cautiously looked down, expecting to see three pairs of eyes staring in horror up at her. No. No eyes. Just a terrified Dorothy sitting up from her "bed."

The Scarecrow and the Tin Man jumped at the sound of Dorothy's scream. She sat bolt upright from her former sleeping spot, she was breathing heavily and a drop of sweat slowly slid down her face. Her eyes were wide as her eyes darted from side to side. "I'm… okay." She stuttered, still shaken up.

The straw man stood up and made his way across the clearing to Dorothy, he knelt down beside her. "What happened?"

"The Witch!" Dorothy cried, "She… killed me-us! All of us!" She paused, shuddering, "She took the shoes, and somehow went to Kansas!" Dorothy slowly stopped shaking, attempting to compose herself as she spoke. "Then… she ruled both worlds. It… was horrible!" Dorothy stuck her head in her hands, beginning to cry again.

The Scarecrow cautiously pulled the farm girl into a hug as she cried. I guess this is what her Aunt Em and her Uncle… uh, what was his name? His train of thought paused, forget it… her Uncle and Aunt Em would do for her. Scarecrow looked down at the quivering girl under his arm.

The Witch (who was struggling to keep her eyes open at the time) watched the 'action' from her tree branch. She rolled her eyes listening to the Dorothy's synopsis of her dream. Why would I have any desire to go to this "Kansas" place? The Witch narrowed her eyes as the thought swam in her head.

All of a sudden a familiar song broke her train of thought. The Witch's eyes widened with shock. A smooth tenor voice filled the air…

'Dancing through life!

Skimming the surface!

Gliding where turf is smooth…"

The Witch scooted forward to get a glace on what was going on. The Scarecrow was holding Dorothy under his left arm; his eyes were closed, almost lost in the simple song that Fiyero had introduced to Shiz University.

The Scarecrow finished singing; Dorothy was sleeping again. She yet again looked peaceful. The Scarecrow looked content were he was with Dorothy, but the Tin Man… not so much.

"Where… did you learn that song?" The Tin Man questioned the Scarecrow, watching as if the straw man was going to attack him.

Scarecrow shrugged, "I dunno. I don't know how I know a lot of things! Remember, I'm brainless." As if to emphasize his point her pointed to his head with a straw packed finger.

Slowly the Tin Man nodded. He slowly began to accept the idea, that the Scarecrow wasn't some one he used to know. He decided to keep his mouth shut. After that moment, the two men didn't speak again.

Meanwhile, the Witch was now in deep thought. One side of her thoughts were warring ageist the "other side" of her mind:

The Witch, who she had become basically moments after Fiyero's death kept telling the green woman that Fiyero, was DEAD! And quite frankly, he was never coming back. It was her fault. The woman told herself she was Wicked and Wicked she will stay. It was because of Fiyero's death that she was this way, it was destiny, and destiny should never be toyed with.

And yet… another side fought back. This side did not bend to the Witch's side. This was the side the green woman had locked away. It was Elphaba; she was the one fighting back.

The side of the Witch that was never supposed to seen, or thought of again the one that was supposed to be forgotten. She was the one who cared about Fiyero; she was the one who had faith that Fiyero was alive. She was "winning" the battle...

The Witch shook her head, "NO, now is not the time for blind faith." She muttered as she watched.

The Scarecrow sighed and her moved slowly, setting Dorothy on the ground, the girl didn't wake up. With a rustle of hay that straw man sat down in his original spot, he was still humming 'Dancing Through Life" quietly to himself. The Tin Man was still in what seemed like a pensive mood.

Finally, after another period of what seemed like hours, (the Scarecrow was humming the same song… for the whole time), the Tin Man glared at the straw man, "Will you shut up?" He paused, "That song is what got me like this in the first place…"

The Scarecrow nodded and fell silent. With the Tin Man also silent, the Witch was now at war with herself again.

The same two sides, same conflict; was Fiyero alive? They were in the same point, Elphaba's faith was winning.

"Fine," hissed the Witch (she seemed to begin to take up the habit of Talking to herself…), "I will watch him, maybe even confront him. I will not get my hopes up…" With dawn soon approching, the trio that was still awake, stayed in silence; waiting for the sunrise.

A/N: I hope you liked it! Please forgive me for my late update! I'm going to have a new Wicked story posted soon. The one I was originally going to post first. I'll update faster next time. Happy Holidays!