The Reversal

By the time Fiyero had reached the palace it was nightfall. His arms, oddly enough, were not tired in the slightest; Elphaba was nearly weightless in his arms. He had grown more worried when he had shifted her in his arms and felt a few of her ribs. It scared him to know that she had not eaten in about a week's time; he had wasted a week of his life when he could have been searching for her…saving her. He had reached the door to the palace just as Elphaba started to shiver once again, almost as if she could sense just where they were.

He glanced back at the two guards who had followed him silently from the woods. One of them rushed forward to open the door for him, seeing that he could not do that himself…at least without dropping the witch, and he got the feeling that the captain would rather walk through one of the many glass windows around the perimeter than to drop the wi…woman in his arms.

Fiyero nodded gratefully to the guard, before stepping into the Palace, heading up to the guest room that Glinda had set aside for her, the one right next to her own. As he reached the top of the stairs, after cursing their plentiful existence, he reached the guest hall. He had just stepped in front of the door when it opened to reveal a worried Glinda waiting for him. As she opened the door wider, Fiyero noticed that she had called in a doctor. She feared the worst for Elphie's well being and called in a favor from an old Dog to help; the Animals were the only ones willing to help the so-called Wicked Witch.

Fiyero gently laid Elphaba down on the bed, not letting go of her hand as he moved to kneel by the bed. The Dog stepped up instruments in hand…

It had taken a week for Elphaba to recover, just enough time for the Spell-casters to ready the reversal spell. Fiyero had not left her side in that time, no one could blame him, she had come close to dieing. Had he waited even one more day Elphie would have died of starvation or hypothermia among other ills she suffered through.

Fiyero was now standing next to Elphaba as he awaited the time when Glinda would call them out. She was currently speaking to the people of Oz about what would be happening in only a few short moments.

Suddenly the large emerald doors in front of the palace opened…it was time.

Fiyero and Elphaba walked out taking their place next to Glinda, before the Ozians, who were currently booing the green woman before them. Fiyero looked calm as ever, he knew that there was no magic involved in his feelings for Elphaba and as such there was nothing to worry about.

Elphaba on the other hand was a nervous wreck. She had let go of Fiyero's hand and was currently clutching her little green bottle as if it could protect her.

"Relax…" she heard Fiyero whisper to her, "Everything will be fine."

Elphaba tried to smile at this with little success as Glinda cleared her throat; she motioned for Elphaba to step forward. The spell casters stepped forward as well, holding out a large leather bound book, the one they had shown her when she was recovering. They wanted to make sure that she knew the proper pronunciation and gestures to cast the spell successfully. They had to leave no room for error; the Wizard had the crowd so wrapped up in his lie that given the smallest incentive, the crowd could turn against them as well.

Elphaba took a deep breath, stepping up to the council, taking the book and placing it on the floor before her. She knelt down as Fiyero stepped up to the crowd, holding up a hand to pause Elphie's beginning.

"First I need to make sure that you, good people of Oz, understand what is going to happen, and what the effects could mean. Elphaba…" He said, stressing her name, trying to prove subtly that she did have a name, that she was as human as he was. "…is going to say the spell to reverse any magic done to a person. She has been reviewed and instructed by the council, she will be watched by the council to ensure that she reads the spell correctly. If there is magic to be reversed, she will be punished accordingly after I state whom I love." He said, nearly choking on the word punished. The crowd cheered, though not as whole heartedly as they had when the news was first broken to them. "If there is no magic…" He shouted, getting their attention, "Then it proves that Elphaba is not your Wicked Witch, I love her." He eyed the crowd as if daring them to protest him, they did not. He turned to Elphaba signaling her with a nod to start.

Elphaba took another final deep breath and readied herself to start her chant.

She started moving her arms out around her in a hauntingly graceful motion, beginning her chant. "Ostendo sum veneficus in is vir, capium eius tergum quondam iterum. Ostendo sum veneficus videndi ut totus, ostendo sum veneficus permissum si cado."

She repeated the chant under the critical eyes of the crowd. They were constantly looking back and forth between the green woman and the council, trying to see if the Witch was saying the wrong spell. The council was calm, smiling even as the spell drew to a finish.

The Witch looked up…the crowd was silent…no one was breathing…no one was moving…all eyes were on Fiyero…waiting to see his reaction…to see the truth that had long been kept from them…

Fiyero looked out at the crowd, which was waiting on him with baited breath. He glanced at Glinda, suddenly nervous as to what to do…wondering what the crowd expected him to…

'Wait,' He thought to himself, 'Since when do I do what the crowd expects anymore?' He pondered this for a moment before a smile made its way to his face. 'Well, I'll give them something they definitely won't expect.'

He strode quickly over to where Elphaba was kneeling. He reached out a hand, pulling her up to him and kissed her.

The crowd was in awe. He truly loved the Wicked Wit…no, she wasn't wicked. She couldn't be.

There was a small noise in the crowd, Glinda glanced worriedly from the kissing couple to the crowd…that was until she recognized the well-known sound. A small smile graced her lips as the clapping grew louder. Cheers soon followed, drawing the kissing couple's gaze.

Fiyero smiled at Elphaba as he leaned in to whisper in her ear, "I loved you at the Ozdust."

He pulled away to see true joy in the eyes of the woman he loved, that one simple statement was enough to assuage any lingering doubts that she had about his love for her.

Elphaba smiled as she and Fiyero headed back into the palace behind Glinda, who couldn't stop smiling as well. Finally things were looking up; she had the crowd on her side, her best friend back, and her best friend happy. Things couldn't get much better than this…

But they could get worse…

Glinda stopped short as she came face to face with the Wizard, who was standing just a few feet away from her. Fiyero and Elphaba stopped as well, noticing the small elderly man bowing his head in shame.

"What?" Glinda asked, "Come to try to sway the crowd again? Well, I'll have you know I will not stand for it this time."

The Wizard just looked up at her guiltily before stepping past her to face Elphaba. "Miss Thropp, I am…so sorry." He said, shocking her. "I truly am, for everything I have done, and everything I have put you through. I…what's that?" he asked, noticing the bottle that Elphaba had resumed clutching.

"It…it was my mothers." Elphaba said, holding it up a little for the Wizard to see.

"Oh…my…" He started, lifting his own bottle from his pocket.

"…God…" Elphaba finished.

A/N: Elphie's spell is in Latin…I had to get the translation online so it may not be perfect. It's supposed to say reverse the magic on this man, take him back once again. Reverse the magic seen to all, reverse the magic let if fall…or something like that.

So I think I may just be done. Everyone can pretty much guess that it is a happy ending with Yero and Fae together. No more Wicked Witch business…and now that both Elphie and the Wizard know, he would have to support her in what ever she does…including freeing the Animals. I hope you liked it.