Hash! I'm sorry! –whimper- I know I've been gone for like, 6 months. I've been really busy, now... I'll try to keep updating frequently. Please forgive me! I hope ye all do, but without further ado... here's chapter 5 ;()

Winning Your Heart- Ch.5 - Confronations Part 2

Phantom of the Wicked- aka: Stef.

Dedicated to EVERYONE who put up with my insanely long absence. Thanks!

Both the Scarecrow and the Witch both waited as the rest of the day dragged on for what felt like more days. Both were eager for one thing or another, The Witch; for Fiyero; The Scarecrow for a chance to know who he might've been.

The sun began to set as the four rounded a small hill in the Yellow Brick Road. The Scarecrow looked anxiously at the setting sun, "Finally…"

'Huh?" The Tin Man replied to his friend's mutter.

"Nothing"

"Are you sure?"

"Yep."

"Okay." The Tin Man shrugged and began talking with the Lion.

The Scarecrow sighed, and quietly watched his friends. He tried to take his mind off the strange woman behind the shack, yet he couldn't. Something seemed too familiar about her. Something in the back of his mind told him that she was very important to him, he just didn't know why... or how.

The Witch yawned and rubbed her eyes with mild irritation. This afternoon was taking INTIRELY too long, but since the sun was going down… it won't be much longer. I hope he comes….

The hours passed slower and slower for the straw man, soon after his small conversation with the Tin Man, Dorothy began to whine and request to catch some shut-eye. Everyone agreed to stop, so the quickly for a make-shift space for a "rest-area."

Dorothy prepared for the night, the Lion did also, and she washed her face and made a small bed for herself. The Lion was close to her, shaking in fear of the dark forest.

"Good night everyone!" Dorothy said drowsily before she yawned.

"Night'" Answered the other three.

Soon after, both Dorothy and the Lion were asleep, leaving a man of Tin and a man of Straw sitting in an awkward silence.

The Witch began to pace between two trees after the sun went down. Her anxiety kept building, no matter how she tried to calm herself down.

"If he comes so be it. If he doesn't, so be it." She paused with bitterness in her voice, "I've been though worse…"

Sitting, sitting, sitting. That's all they were doing. The Scarecrow and the Tin Man would cough of shift positions, but never speak. Until…

"Hey, I'm gonna take a walk." The Scarecrow suddenly said.

"Where?"

'I dunno." The straw man paused, "Just around I guess. Keep an eye on Dorothy and the Lion will you. If the Witch comes by… keep them safe. Okay?"

"Fine…"

"Thanks." The Scarecrow walked briskly away from their camp and began to sprint as soon as he came to the Yellow Brick road. I hope she'll be there.

The Witch sighed, "I knew this was a bad idea. I couldn't save Fiyero. I failed yet again. And that Scarecrow isn't coming either."

With a heavy sigh, she pulled the old cloak over her head again and fished behind some rotting wooden barrels and crates to find her broom. "I should just go home." She was just about to mount her broom when a rustle in the bushes behind her caught her ear.

"Who's there!" She growled, whipping around in a defensive position, only to find a confused scarecrow.

The Tin Man watched the Scarecrow leave. He's been acting weird ever since this afternoon... ever since the shack. His eyes narrowed, he got up and began to follow the Scarecrow as quietly as he could.

He and the Scarecrow trekked the entire distance they had covered in an afternoon, in an hour. The Tin Man wasn't very surprised to find the Scarecrow running behind the Shack they had eaten lunch in that same day. Once the Scarecrow has rounded the bend, he peaked around the corner to see what his friend's "walk" was all about.

The Witch slowly lowered her broom. "Sorry, I thought you were… someone else."

The Scarecrow nodded, he wasn't sure what to say except, "Who said you might know who I was before I was a scarecrow." He paused and looked at her. "Is it true?"

She slowly nodded from under her hood. "Maybe. I can't guarantee anything. But, I have a good idea to who you are…" As she said that, a small tendril of hope formed within her. Maybe, just maybe... I was right.

The Scarecrow nodded, almost contemplating what she said. "Will you try anyway?"

The Witch shrugged, and then nodded.

"Okay then. Do what'cha can." He smiled and began to hum "Dancing Through Life again. The Witch rolled her eyes.

"You just have to trust me. No matter what you see." The green woman said.

The Scarecrow nodded again (still humming).

Meanwhile, the Tin Man's fist was clenched in fury. Elphaba. He thought angrily, She's trying to corrupt him… it figures.

His eyes narrowed and he would've started cursing, since he was "spying." She just wants to cause us more suffering… or get Nessarose's shoes off of Dorothy. By using a puppet, that's a new low… even for her. He continued on his inside rant, making false accusations about the Witch. He eventually got wrapped up in his own thoughts. She's gone too far this time; I'll put a stop to her.

The Witch lifted her broom up in front of the Scarecrow. "Now, if you plan to follow through… you'll have to ride behind me…and—"

The straw man quickly interrupted her, "Wait, ride?"

"Yes."

"But—"

"But nothing. If you want to know this bad enough, you'll make yourself get on this thing." She shook the broom to emphasize her point. She lifted her skirts and mounted the broom, "Now, are you coming? I'd like to be gone by morning."

"I guess so…" The Scarecrow said with hesitation. He came onto the broom, "Now what?"

"Just hold on to me." She pushed off the ground with a grunt. The broom slowly began to rise up off the ground; the Scarecrow immediately looped his arms around the Witch's waist as the broom tilted upwards and quickly picked up speed. They recklessly crashed through various branches as they headed for the tree tops.

Once they reached the top and were flying above the trees (facing the Western sky), everything seemed peaceful for a moment. Scarecrow still held on to the Witch's waist, neither of them said anything, but that moment seemed so right. Yet again, the Scarecrow didn't know why. The Witch smirked knowingly in front of her passenger. It's him…I know it is.

Sorry it was a fairly short chapter. Its midnight, and I have acting stuff to do tomorrow. I hope you all liked it. I dunno. This chapter was okay, but not the best in my book.

Apologies (another one) for any bad spelling. I know.. I'm a bad speller. ;

Oh, and if Elphie seems a bit OC, I'm sorry. I suppose if she is just hopeful about the guy she loves.. she'd be acting a bit weird. Wouldn't you? Hehe, I dunno. Thanks again. I promise to update fairly soon! R n' R! 3 ya!

By the way, I get to see Wickedagain in NYC in August! Can't wait! Bye!