Mkay...so many of you will be happy to know, I lied. More than two chapters left. I read through the last parts and I swear to God, I must've been hi or stoned to have ever written them. Yes, they were that bad. This chap. is called Midnight Show (basically because I was listening to 'Midnight Show' by The Killers when I wrote it) but in my mind, I call it plotlessness. Sort of. Just asking, but was I really that obvious with the Glinda/Emir thing? Wow, I'm bad at this... :)

Disclaimer: Don't own them. But hey, can a girl dream?

When sunlight filtered through the room, I looked up. I hadn't realized how long I sat awake watching Fiyero. It was very contenting. I pathetically tried to pull away from Fiyero without waking him, but he awoke and smiled at me. "I have you right where I want you, Miss Elphie-Fabala-Fae."

"Please don't call me that; you know how much I hate it, and it wastes perfectly good syllables."

"Nothing is wasted on you." He replied, pulling me close.

"You think I am so easy." I sighed and sat back.

"You alright?"

I smiled at him. "Yes, I'm just tired."

"Did you get any sleep last night?"

"No."

"Elphie-"

"Don't. I'll sleep better tonight, I suppose."

"Supposing is very reassuring, love." He said dryly.

"Is this a face that would lie?"

He studied me for a minute. "I suppose not."

"That's not very reassuring." I said, giving him a taste of his own words.

He smirked and kissed my hair. "It's not, is it? Would it be too much if I asked for-"

"Yes," I said, cutting him off before he could finish his sentence. "It would be."

"What time is it?"

"I don't know. But I'm hungry."

"I hope Sahlah makes that Panook stuff again."

"I don't. It probably gave me a disease or something."

"How paranoid of you, Elphie." He said, standing and pulling a shirt over his head.

"No, how like me." I replied, watching him get dressed.

"That also works. Are you going to get dressed or just lay there all day?"

"I'll come down eventually. Just not now. I don't even know if I can walk."

He looked worried. "Why would you not be able to walk?"

I smiled, seductively. "Fiyero, my dear, my love, I haven't been that…active, in quite a while."

"You're welcome?" He asked, smilingly.

"Thank you." I answered, reassuring him.

He had gotten completely dressed as he was talking to me, and he walked over to the bed. "Are you going to sleep?"

I shrugged, "I don't know. If I can, I guess."

"I'll save you something to eat. I'll get Glinda or Sahlah to take care of Tale-Li."

"Are you going to call everyone like that?"

"Yes, I think so."

I groaned and laid back, "You're too good to me, Yero my hero."

He kissed me full on the lips. "I know. I can't help myself."

"I'm sure." I murmured, kissing him back. I wanted to go further until I remembered my insomnia the night before, then I wanted to sleep. "Go eat, my idiot."

"Your beloved idiot." He said from the doorway.

"Yea, that too."

With Fiyero gone, I had the whole room to myself. I closed my eyes and nestled my head into the feather pillow, but sleep didn't come. It was if….I was drunk, or had had too much coffee; my thoughts took over my being and controlled me, and wouldn't let me stop thinking.

It was worse with Fiyero gone, I noted. It had been easier to not think with his beautiful blue diamonds highlighted my the moonlight….Grr! I smacked myself against the head, Stop thinking! I yelled at myself. I buried myself in the covers, but the smell of Fiyero and I's sweat made me begin to think again…

"Elphie?"

I pulled the covers down, revealing Glinda. "Hi."

"What are you doing?" She asked with a nervous laugh.

"I don't know. Trying to beat Insomnia, in a losing battle."

"Sounds…awful."

"You have no idea." And of course she didn't. I'd seen the way she slept. "Did that Panook stuff give you a disease too?" I asked her, noticing the way she was twitching and twisting the hem of her dress in her hands.

"What?"

"Nevermind. Why are you so…on edge this morning, Glinda?"

"Erm…See, I uh, I um, wanted to talk to you."

I nodded slowly. "…And?"

She sat down on the edge of my bed, and I pulled the covers up higher, hoping she didn't notice my….lack of clothing. "Elphie, remember when I asked you if you believed in soul-mates?"

"How can I forget."

"Do you?"

"Yes, I guess, even if I have no soul."

"You have a soul, Elphie."

"Are we going to argue about this, or are you going to go on with your little whatever this is?"

"Sorry. How do you know if you've found yours?"

"Your soul-mate? Gee, I don't know. I don't think you do."

"How do you know that Fiyero's your soul-mate?"

"Whoever said he was?"

"Sweet Oz, Elphaba, you know he is."

"Only because I'm green."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

I waved her off. "Nevermind. Can we get this over with today? Before I die?"

"So how do you know?"

I sighed. "I don't know, I guess you just know; like in the bottom of your gut, or in the back of your mind. You know it's there, you just don't acknowledge it. Does this have to do with anything?"

"You're going to laugh at me."

"Did someone die?"

"You are impossible, Elphie."

"I know. Are you going to tell me or not? Because if you're not, bye!"

"I think I'm in love with Emir." She clapped her hand over her mouth as the words escaped her. "Oops."

I stared at her, gaping.

(Glinda and Emir should get together, I'd like to see that)

"You do?"

She nodded. "I'm horrible, and I'm delusional."

"No! No you are not! This is great!"

"Elphaba! Is it possible that you're excited? I didn't know that that emotion existed in you!"

"Shut up, Glinda. I'm going to set you guys up."

"You're scaring me."

"I'm going to plan your wedding."

"Whoa! Who said anything about marriage? You're really scaring me, Elphie."

"I seem to have that effect on people."

"What was that?"

"What was what?"

"That little..thing.. You just did."

"What thing?"

"With the marriage and the setting us up. You seem happy about this prospect, Elphie."

"I am!"

"Wow. Is this how you are when you're drunk?"

"Who knows."

"You can't plan my wedding."

"I'd sooner shoot myself. When did this happen?"

"What?"

"Emir!"

"Oh..I don't know. A while ago, I guess, when I first joined you guys. He was so handsome when I first saw him…"

"Great. As if you weren't swoony enough."

"Are you making up words?"

"That is not the point!"

"It's just been eating me from the inside out, I needed some to talk to."

"Talk to Sahlah." Glinda snorted. "Did you just snort?"

She rolled her eyes. "Like I'd talk to Sahlah like that. I barely know the girl. Besides, I don't even think she and Tasi are actually in love…they're more in in for…who knows."

I nodded. "Sahlah anyway. Tasi doesn't strike me as that type." I looked up in her eyes. "What made you come to me?"

She shrugged. "You haven't seen the way you and Fiyero are. You're very….words can't describe it. But it's sweet. You guys love each other; I wanted someone who had experienced love to tell me about love."

"Your logic is getting pretty good, Glinda."

"It was never that bad to begin with." She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted.

"I'm going to set you guys up." I said, remembering what I had decided to do when I ended up at Glinda's house so many months ago: I was going to get her someone to love.

"Am I interrupting something?" Asked Fiyero from the doorway. "I'll leave-"

"No!" I cried, holding out my hand. Fiyero made me feel, how can I explain? He made feel…whole.

He walked toward me and took my hand, sitting down next to Glinda."

"How?" Glinda asked, barely even noticing Fiyero.

"I don't know, I'll figure out something."

"Soon, okay?"

"Glinda, love will come sooner or later. I cannot speed along the process, as much as I try."

She nodded and stood. "Oh, hello, Fiyero; I didn't notice you."

"Hello, Glinda."

Glinda walked quickly out of the room, and Fiyero turned to me, smiling. "Did I barge in on something? Women talk?"

"Sort of."

"Is is secret?"

I laid back down in bed and motioned for Fiyero to do the same. He complied, cradling me in his arms. I sighed contently against his chest. "I don't know. She never said it wasn't."

"You going to tell me?"

"She likes Emir."

He pulled away a little bit, so he could look into my eyes. "Really?"

"At least that's what she told me. Sometimes I'm not sure what Glinda wants."

"You know something?" He asked, kissing the tip of my nose, then twirling a piece of my hair between his fingertips.

"What?"

"I think he likes her too. He's always stealing glances at her."

"That doesn't always signal love, love."

"No, but in this case, it does."

"As if you would know."

"I would." He said, rather softly.

I smiled at him and pressed my body to his. "Make love to me."

He was more than happy to comply.

I was at last able to fall asleep, with Fiyero and I's bodies still tangled as one. Between him and Glinda, I had been able to form a sort of release, breaking down my dam of thoughts. It didn't last long, though.

It was near midnight when I awoke to the sizzling hot snap of something that could of only been lightning. I slid out of the comfortable haven of my bed, and walked toward the window. The wind, I could see from the way it blew branches on trees, was colossal. I saw another lightning strike. There was no thunder; and that was what terrified me the most. Lightning struck again, dangerously close to the castle. I jumped backwards, slamming into Fiyero.

I pressed my face into Fiyero's welcoming chest. "Oh Yero," I murmured. "It's starting again."

"What is, Fae?" He asked, drowsily.

"All the shit, all the shit I've been running from since after you 'died'."

"No, no it's not. Listen." He murmured, turning me around to face the window, my back pressed into him.

I heard the distant rumble of thunder. I turned again. "Am I doomed forever to be paranoid?"

"You're entitled to be paranoid, Fae, love, it's only natural."

I nuzzled his neck. "I suppose you're right."

"I am." He led me to the window. "It's kind of beautiful, if you think about it."

"It's green." I said, turning around.

"So that's why it's beautiful…"

"You don't know when to quit."

"What I've been told that my flattery is charming."

"Yea? By who?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he lifted me to the stone in-casing of the window, setting me down gently. Then he lifted himself up until he was sitting opposite me. He stared into my eyes, and as much as I wanted to, I couldn't look away. He had me bound to him. I was his, completely and utterly.

He eventually smiled. "Hey."

"Hi." I replied in a near whisper.

He turned and watched the storm in it's fury, I, however, couldn't take my eyes off of him; his hair, his skin, his diamonds…Sweet Oz, he was beautiful.

"Talk about a Midnight Show." He said, breaking the silence.

"Huh? Oh yea." I blushed and turned to watch the storm.

Fiyero had no idea what sort of power he held over me.

"Are you alright, Elphie-Fabala-Fae?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Just a little shaken, is all." I couldn't face him. I hadn't realized it, but in the months that we had been separated, our relationship had grown. Blossomed, if you will; things were no longer as light-hearted as they used to me. I loved him with a heated ardor, the fire was there alright.

"I'm going to bed." I muttered.

"Fae?"

I didn't answer him, instead I slid under the covers of our bed, on the edge of my side, facing the wall. I was surprised when I didn't feel him do the same. I glanced up and saw that he was still sitting in the window, looking thoughtful.

What was wrong with me? I suddenly wondered. I hated fooling around, so why did it matter to me if our love suddenly wasn't just innocent kissing and love-making? "Yero," I murmered, "my hero, my love, my idiot, come to bed."

"No, go to sleep without me. I'm going to stay up a little longer."

Did he sense the same thing? And if he did, why did it matter to him? Grr! Why do things have to be so complicated!

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