I know I said I was taking a break...and I am, but I'm sick. Sort of. I didn't go to school anyways. Haha. Short, bad filler chapter written to the sounds of the oddball Irish band: Flogging Molly. So yea, just bear with me.

Brownie Points for no one, I thought it was kind of obvious...though Kennedy Leigh Morgan earns a cookie for a correct about Elphaba :)

Disclaimer: Not mine. Now leave me alone about it.

In the time that I had been gone, Tale had started eating solid food. And since I was her mother, it was up to me to feed her her daily diet of mashed fruit and milk.

Oz help us all.

"Fiyero, I cannot do this."

He chuckled and covered my hand in his own, leading the spoon to Tale's mouth. She immediately accepted it.

"That's not fair; she likes you more," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

"That's not true, Elphie. By the way, you do a very good impression of Glinda."

"What? Who does a good impression of me?" Asked Glinda, as she walked in, looking exceedingly perky.

"Well, Glinda, you look..quite perky..What's the occasion? Did you solve world hunger or something?"

She smiled even bigger. "No, I did nothing of the sort. Emir and I…well, we're getting married!" She squealed then, and held out her finger, which was accommodated by a large, clear diamon.

"Getting married? That was…sudden," I said.

"I know, but things have been going so well…and we're young, why not take advantage of it?"

"Yes, I guess you should."

Glinda ran to me and hugged me, "How can I ever thank you, Elphie?"

"Don't," I said. "I can't take sappy and romantic-"

"Yes, and I think a Pig just flew out of my butt," she replied.

"I'm sorry for your loss."

"Haha, how ludicrous. Your humor is completely wasted on me, Elphie," she admitted after a few seconds of pause.

"I can tell."

Glinda made a face and walked away. Possibly to go find Emir. I looked at Fiyero and shook my head, "Sometimes I wonder about her. Her maturity level seems to be exceedingly low."

"Yes, it seems to me that you probably suck any ounce of maturity in her, out of her."

"What?"

Fiyero only laughed, "Nevermind. Ignore my rambling."

"Don't I always? Argh! I give up! Here, you're better at this than I am, Fiyero." I threw the spoon at him, and he caught it in the air, splattering himself with mashed banana.

"Thanks, Love. I think. Ah, it is only a skill, my Dear."

"Practice makes perfect, I suppose?"

"Exactly."

I perched myself upon the kitchen table, and watched as Fiyero effortlessly fed Tale. She was such a Daddy's girl. And it's not like I could blame her. I put my head in my hands, and my eyes went unfocused.

I hated to admit it, but I clutched onto the petty pipe-dream of Fiyero and I as if were the key to save my life. Maybe it was, who knew? Glinda and Emir's marriage plans hurt me, in a enigmatic sort of way. Boy, was I pathetic.

"Elphie? Come back to Oz, Darling."

Fiyero's voice snapped me out my reverie. "Yero, I really hate when you call me Darling," I said, smiling my best sickly-sweet smile.

"You know, you're beautiful when you smile manically."

"Yes, of course I do."

"Hello, guys," said Emir as he strolled in casually and grabbed a shiny red apple.

"Well, if it isn't the man of the hour himself!" I replied. "Congratulations on you and Glinda's engagement." I smiled as best as I could. My heart hurt.

He stopped chewing and swallowed, almost choking. "How did you know about that?"

Well, it was lucid that Emir had no idea that Glinda had told us. "Um, er…Yes, Fiyero and I heard you last night."

He raised his eyebrows suspiciously. "Through the walls, you heard us get in engaged?"

Fiyero spoke for me this time, "We're not the only loud ones around here, Emir."

He threw his apple core out the open window. "Speaking of loud ones, where did Tasi go? He disappeared as quick as a fleeing bird."

"Don't look at me," I said. "I am not responsible for Tasi; that's Sahlah's job. I'm not his mother."

"I think he left about three days ago," said Fiyero, his voice very blasé.

"You're a terrible host, Fiyero," I said, nudging him.

"Well, it's probably better that he's gone anyway. This little Sahlah/Adara problem is probably not the most elementary thing for him, Elphaba. It quite nearly tear him apart, you know. He was…pathetic after she left."

"I really don't want his life story, Fiyero, really."

"You're rancorous, Elphie," replied Emir. "He was helpful to you, remember?"

"Yes, Emir, I remember. But it was his fault that Tale almost ended up being born into incarceration. The Wizard wanted to kill her as soon as she was born, you know. And I was to watch." I shuddered, remembering my lamentable days in prison.

"You can't spite him for that, Fae," said Fiyero.

"You're too nice, Fiyero."

"It's part of my charming charisma."

"Wait, I think I just saw your head grow, you Big Cheese."

Emir laughed, then got zealous again, "But seriously, I think we should be worried about him; we haven't seen head or tail of him in almost a week."

"Don't you have a wedding to plan?" I asked inexorably. I took Tale in my arms, "Time for a nap."

I could feel Fiyero and Emir's eyes burning holes into my back. I couldn't pinpoint what made me lash out so heartlessly, though I could feel the cruel emotion being slowly replaced with a more regretful one.

What was wrong with me?

"What's wrong with her," I asked, as I walked back into the breakfast hall. "She seems to be increasingly moody lately."

Fiyero sat down at the table. "I don't know."

"She's acting very familiar…" That's when it hit me. "Fiyero, is she pregnant?"

He looked up and averted his eyes quickly.

"She is, isn't she?"

"I don't know, though I'm leaning toward the answer 'yes'; she's acting very much like Sarima when she was pregnant, and her symptoms are the same."

"Sweet Oz, Fiyero, you've had four children already! Are you daft? How could you be so careless..?"

"Glinda, it takes two to make a baby."

"Yes, but the fault lies on your shoulders."

"Glinda, could you please stop grilling me? Please? I don't know for sure, and she doesn't even know about my suspicions. We just…forgot-"

"In the heat of passion, right?"

"Are you sure you're not the one who's not pregnant? Who died an made you Elphaba?"

I was turning into Elphaba! Oh, sweet Oz! I felt my face heat up, "Sorry, Fiyero," I answered meekly.

"It's fine, Glinda. I just didn't think anyone knew about it."

"It's not hard to figure, Fiyero, really. She's acting the same way she did when she was first pregnant with Tale."

Fiyero idly twirled his thumbs, "Fae won't be happy, but I want another baby. And I want to see her pregnant." He smiled sheepishly.

Emir laughed and took his hand in mine, "And you call Elphaba spiteful?"

"What? I think Fae-Fae -Don't tell her I called her Fae-Fae, she hates it- would look good with a little meat on her bones. But she's beautiful now," he added quickly.

"It's more than a little meat, Fiyero."

Fiyero sighed, "We're talking about Elphaba being pregnant, and she doesn't even know about it yet. How very provocative."

"So, Scarecrow," I heard the handsome Ozian boy say to the Scarecrow, "You know of my life story, how about yours?"

I turned in interest. I seriously doubted Scarecrow's story about him being made right before his very eyes. It was preposterous.

The Scarecrow never averted his eyes from the ground, but he mumbled barely coherently, "I was made a week or two ago by a farmer. I knew nothing but blue sky and crows until Dorothy came along and helped me off of my pole. I was exposed to nothing before I was made, obviously."

For the first time, I was beginning to wonder about Scarecrow and his bearings. I had wholeheartedly believed his story when I had first met him, but as I became accustomed to living the life of a nomad, and I stopped being so ignorant, I realized that he had been lying. The whole time.

Things were very, very, very, atypical in Oz. Wow, I didn't even know I knew that word.

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Li