Another plotless chapter, mostly just Fiyero and Elphaba fluff. Beware of sentimentality. I feel horrible, lots of people are reviewing and I'm spewing out bad chapters. Ah well, it'll get better soon...I've a pretty good idea, if I do say so myself :)

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I didn't get any sleep the rest of the night, of course; and I had my suspicions that Fiyero didn't either. I was too busy thinking, thinking of what I was going to say to Emir. Fiyero thought that Emir liked Glinda too, so maybe things wouldn't be so hard.

I heard Fiyero shift on the other side of me, and I felt him looking at me. Last night had been the most uncomfortable sleep I had ever had with Fiyero.

"Elphaba?"

I turned to face him. "Hmm?"

"What are we?"

"What do you mean, Fiyero?"

"What are we, relationship wise?"

"I don't know…."

"We sleep in the same bed, we have a daughter, we have sex on a regular basis, what are we, Elphaba?"

"Are you mad at me or something?" I asked, getting fired up.

"No!"

"Then why are you yelling?" I asked, sitting up.

He looked down, defeated. "I don't know. I'm sorry."

"Why are we fighting?" I asked softly.

"I don't know." He replied, just as softly. Then he looked up, "I still want to know, though, what are we?"

"Fiyero, I don't know. Why does it matter? We're lucky to even be together."

"You must have some luck."

He looked sad, for a reason I couldn't pinpoint. He stood and got out of bed, and he got dressed without a word to me. When he left, all I could say was "Bye." In a whisper.

I sighed and stood. I was hungry, as little as I wanted to admit it. I quickly got dressed and went downstairs. Sahlah was trying her hand at something to do with eggs, though she wasn't succeeding so I couldn't tell what.

"Sahlah, do you need some help?"

"No! I got it, Elphie, really."

"Sure." I sat down next to Fiyero and tried to meet his eyes, he kept his eyes down. "Glinda, want to switch seats with me?" I noticed that Emir was sitting on my other side.

"Uh, sure?"

I stood and walked to the other side of the table. It'd be easier to catch Fiyero's eye that way anyway. Emir looked confused for a minute, though I could tell that Fiyero knew exactly what I was doing.

"So," said Sahlah from where she was egg-wrestling, "I took the liberty of checking on Tale this morning, I think she's all better."

"Thank Oz." I wouldn't know what to do if I lost little Tale because of the Wizard. "Sahlah, are you positive you don't want some help? We still have to eat it, you know."

She let out a big sigh, exasperated. "Yes, come help me, Elphaba." She said, rolling her eyes.

For the next ten minutes, I showed Sahlah how to make eggs. They didn't come out too great when I let her try her hand at them, but they were edible.

"Stick to the Panook, Sahlah." Said Fiyero, smiling.

I stared at Fiyero for a minute. He was talking to and looking at everyone but me. "I think I'll check on Tale." I said after I shoved half of the watery eggs down my throat.

I stepped into Tale's room and called to her, "Tale." I picked her up out of her crib and fed her. "How are we today? Are we feeling better? Auntie Sahlah tells me you are."

Tale only giggled.

"That's a yes."

"Are you following me or something, Fiyero?"

"This is my house."

"I know that. You just like to sneak up on me, that's all. How long were you watching me?"

"I followed you up here from breakfast."

"That long, huh?"

"Yea."

"I'm taking Tale outside. We haven't paid much attention to her, I feel guilty."

"Do you care if I come?"

"Why would I?"

He bit his lip. "I'm sorry about earlier, Elphie, I didn't mean to yell at you."

"It's fine, Fiyero. I don't care."

"I think you do."

I looked away. "Don't press it, Fiyero."

He groaned, "Why don't you open up to me, Elphie? Why don't you trust me?"

"I do open up to you, Fiyero, I tell you stuff that I would never tell anyone else. I do trust you, it's just hard because I'm afraid that they'll try to hurt you again."

"I'm not afraid of them, so why should you be?"

"Because…." I couldn't say it. It was as if the words were stuck in the bottom of my throat.

"Because why?"

I looked away. Maybe he was right. Maybe I didn't open up to him. Maybe I didn't trust him. Maybe I was just fooling myself.

"So it's going to be like this?"

"Fiyero…" Again, the words were stuck.

"You don't trust me, I can tell. It's alright, Elphaba."

"No..it's not, Fiyero."

"Yes, it is."

"Fiyero, stop!" I yelled, I was going to make him listen, I would give him what he wanted. "I…."

"I don't know if I can be with someone who doesn't trust me."

"Then maybe we shouldn't be together!" I clapped my hand over my mouth, immediately regretting my words.

He looked shocked for a minute, then he blinked slowly. "Maybe you're right."

"No, Fiyero, I didn't…"

"Stop, Elphaba."

Since when did he always call me Elphaba? Not Fae, not Elphie, not Fabala, but Elphaba? "Fiyero.." he held his hand up to stop me.

"You can stay in the guest room, I'm moving back to my old room." With that he walked out, leaving me alone with Tale.

"Oh, what did I do?" I asked Tale. "Come on, maybe it'll blow over." I took Tale outside like I said I was going to, and I held her in my lap as she cooed and giggled at the birds that flew overhead. "You like the birds, Li?"

She only smiled.

"That means yes." I said quietly.

"Hey."

I looked up at Emir. "Hi."

"Fiyero's upset. I figured I'd ask you, since you two seem to be so in-tune." He said, sitting next to me.

"We had a fight. A bad one."

"Figured."

"How bad is he?" I asked, feeling guilty.

"Bad."

I nodded. "I'm a horrible person."

"No you're not, Elphie."

"Yes, yes I am. It wouldn't of happened if I could of just said it…"

"Said what?"

"That I loved him. The words didn't come. Why am I so weak?"

"Weak? You? No. I don't think so. You escaped an impenetrable prison."

"That was Tasi."

"Whatever."

"I'm leaving tomorrow."

"What? No! You're the glue that holds us all together."

"And I'll eventually rip you all apart."

"You can't leave, Elphie."

"I have to. Fiyero will be better off without me here."

"I highly doubt that."

"I'm going to Munchkinland. Maybe I can make amends with my father, though I doubt it. I'd also like to visit my sister's grave."

"Elphie-"

"Don't try to stop me, Emir. I'm going. I love Fiyero, a lot, more than anything, actually, but I can't stay here knowing that he hates me."

"He doesn't hate you."

"Not yet."

"Fiyero will never hate you, Elphie. I think he's been through too much to get to you. Just…say you're sorry."

"I would, Emir, I just don't know if I can. I've always been able to hide, I've never had to show any emotion before, and then Fiyero waltzed into my life and…everything just changed."

He stayed silent before I decided to change the subject. "Glinda likes you, you know."

"She does?" He looked at me amazed.

"Yes, she told me yesterday. You look surprised, Emir."

"I am..I didn't know someone like her, someone so beautiful, could like someone like…me."

"She said you're handsome." That was enough for him.

"I think I'll go talk to Glinda….Don't give up on Fiyero, Elphie." He walked out of sight and I stared up at the sky.

(If it was perfect, it would be called Utopia)

"I guess you're right." I said, talking to myself, though the comment was directed at both Fiyero and Emir.

As Emir and I had talked, Tale had fallen asleep. So I took her back to her room and put her in her crib.

I walked into my bedroom. It wasn't our bedroom anymore; just mine. "Fiyero, I'm sorry." I murmured. Why couldn't I tell him that?

"What do you mean we're lost? I thought you were the smart one, Scarecrow!"

"I am! I just don't know where we are.."

"I'm never going to get home!" I cried and sunk to my knees.

"Oh, come off it! We're in the Vinkus, that much I know."

"Where in the Vinkus, you stupid straw-man!"

"I don't know! Sweet Oz, leave me alone!"

"Stupid Witch!" Cried Lion. "We wouldn't be lost if it wasn't for her."

"It's not her fault we're lost," I replied. "It's Scarecrow's!"

Oh, why did I have to do the Wonderful Wizard of Oz's dirty work? I'm sure he had an army that could kill the poor woman. I sure as heck didn't want to do it!

I woke up that night covered in a thin layer of burning sweat. "Oh man!" I cried and jumped out of bed to find something to wipe myself down with. When I found a clean sheet and wiped my face off, I sat back down on the edge of the bed. I felt like I was being watched. "Is someone there?" I asked.

No answer. I was too paranoid, and it was obnoxious.

I wrapped my arms around my myself; the nights in the Vinkus were so cold. I looked back at the bed, I couldn't sleep there, not without Fiyero.

I stood, my muscles aching from the sweat. I walked toward the door, I didn't know where I was going. Who knew where my feet would lead me? When I did get to the door, though, I realized why I felt like I was being watched: I was being watched, by none other than Fiyero himself. "Fiyero?" I whispered into the darkness.

I heard a sigh, then Fiyero appeared out of the shadows. "Hi, Elphaba."

"What are you doing?"

"I couldn't sleep."

"That much I could tell, unless you always sleep in corners."

"I don't." He said, coldly.

"Alright then."

"Emir told me."

"Told you what?"

"How you're going back to Munchkinland."

"Oh, he did? I'm leaving tomorrow…well, today."

"Why?"

"What's here for me, Fiyero?"

"What's there for you in Munchkinland, Elphaba?"

"I don't know. There's something, though."

"I don't want you to leave, Fae."

"Oh, go 'Fae' someone else. Stop being so selfish, Fiyero. I have to do this. I didn't get to see Nessa before she died, I want to see her grave. I want to try and have a civil discussion with my Father - the Frex one. Not everything is about you, Fiyero."

"I know it's not. But Elphaba, those people…they're still looking for you. I don't want you to get hurt. I still love you, you know."

"You do? I couldn't tell."

"I'm sorry about earlier, okay? It was just….never mind. I love you, Elphaba."

"I'm sorry you feel that way. You can't keep me here. As for those people, I won't succumb as easily as the Wizard thinks. You'll be safer with me gone."

"We'll be lonely. Like Emir said, you are our glue."

"Find someone else to be your glue, Fiyero. I quit."

"Why are you so damn difficult?"

"Genetics." I said dryly. "You forget who my father is." I shuddered at the thought of him.

"You alright?"

"No. I'm never alright." I reached for the sheet and wiped my face again. "I was having a nightmare." I explained.

"Elphaba-"

"What's with the formalities?"

"Elphie, then. Are you going to come back? To me? To us? One day?"

I shrugged. "I suppose-"

"Supposing isn't very reassuring." He hesitated, the added, "Love."

"It's not supposed to be. I might, I might not. I don't what's waiting for me in Munchkinland, though, my dear. It all depends."

"What about Tale?"

Now that was something I hadn't thought about. How could I leave Tale? How could I take Tale? "I don't know."

"You're her mother, Elphie, she needs you."

"You're her father."

"I know. But she'll need you more in the long run."

"I can't take her, it's not safe."

"I know."

"Oh, I see what you're trying to do!" I said, "It's not working, Fiyero."

"It's not?"

"No!" I cried, then fell into him. "It's not working."

"I think it is."

I began to weep softly into his chest. "Please don't do this to me, Fiyero."

"I've never loved anyone as much as you, Elphaba, I can't not do this to you. I can't let you put yourself in danger, I'd die without you."

"I doubt it." I said, still weeping.

"Don't. I would, with or without help."

"You'd kill yourself?"

"Yes. I think so."

"Fiyero," I said, feeling a little calmer, "what we have…this love, is screwed up."

Fiyero perched me on the bed and put his head in my lap. "What do you mean, 'screwed up'?"

"We'd kill ourselves for each other. Fiyero, don't you see? We're suicide lovers. That's not right."

"I don't care. I'm not letting you go." Fiyero gently ran his fingertips down my spine and kissed my neck.

"Stop. You think you're so seductive."

"I am. I remember this always worked."

I weakly tried pushing him off, but in the end, I let him have his way.

Lying so close to sleep, yet so far away, I twirled a piece of Fiyero's dark hair around my bony fingers. It was times like these when things felt so perfect: Fiyero's hand resting gently on my hip, his warm breath on my face, our bodies keeping each other warm. "Have I ever told you how much I hate you?"

He nuzzled my neck. "No, but you told me how much you loved me."

"Ah, same difference. Hate and Love are nothing but the same emotion in the end. It ends up destroying us all."

"How very…well thought out."

"Not really, but believe whatever you want."

"I'm not believing anything right now."

"Oh? Why would that be?"

"Fae, I'm with you pretty much all day, every day. You tend to change the way people look at…well, everything."

I took his head in my hands and kissed him fervently. "Go to sleep. I'd like nothing more than to sleep until morning."

"It is morning."

"Shut up, Love."

He smiled and we both drifted off into a heavy, dreamless sleep.

Maybe things weren't so complicated after all.

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