Disclaimer: Still don't own Wicked.

Authoress Note: Special thanks to Kennedy Leigh Morgan, the only person to review.

Okay, here's the second installment of "If We Work in Tandem", enjoy! It's still short, but it's picking up.

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I had to grab the top of a nearby chair to keep myself from fainting dead away. There was blood. Everywhere. So much of it. I screamed again, and the white cat darted beneath my gown for a second and then dashed back out of the apartment.

I took a deep breath and rounded the corner, still hanging loosely onto the chair, and immediately wished that I hadn't.

My breath caught in my chest, and tears welled in my eyes, a lump growing in the back of my throat. It couldn't be him, no, no, no. It just couldn't. Not him, not him. Oh my God...

I dropped to my knees, the hems of my skirts dragging in the crimson on the hard wooden floor, but I didn't care, or even notice. My hand flew to my mouth, stifling a sob. "Fiyero?" I said through the tears. "Fiyero?" I brushed his dark hair off of his forehead, "Fiyero, please say something! Anything! Fiyero!"

"G-Glinda?" He asked through labored breath.

"Yes, it's me." I answered, openly crying now, streaks of saltwater running down my cheeks, burning my eyes, stinging my eyes. "Fiyero, please, stay with me, I'll, I'll get help!"

I started to clamber to my feet, but he shakily took my hand in his. "Glinda, don't leave me here alone, please. Are they gone?"

"Who?" I dumbly asked.

"The guards." He coughed, his voice barley more than a rasp.

I bit my lower lip. "They're gone."

He took a shallow, shaky breath. "I'm afraid."

I looked across the room, back and forth nervously. With those two words, he said everything that I never wanted to hear him say. I never wanted to see Fiyero, the man I did love, no, do love, in this condition. Who could do something so terrible? And why? My shoulders were shaking and I felt as though I should have run out of tears minutes ago, but they kept coming as hard and as fast as ever.

I took him in my arms just as the candle spell finally caught on and gave the room an inappropriate warm glow. He winced in pain, and I swallowed hard. "Fiyero, don't be afraid. Everything will be alright."

"You always were a bad liar."

What was I supposed to do? Tell him that, yeah, from what I could see, he'd probably die in my arms? But, I should have known. Fiyero had always known when I was lying, he'd always been able to see through the bubbly-blonde facade that I'd so carefully crafted around myself. Fiyero was the only man in my entire life who had been with me for me. Not for my money, or my parents money, of the lie that I lived everyday. But, in then end, I just hadn't been good enough apparently. I had been something, someone that I shouldn't have been for so long, it was foreign to be real with someone, so I just that with him, with everyone. I was "Popular" Galinda, not "Real" Glinda.

Fiyero reached up and tacked a stray piece of blonde hair behind my ear. "Glinda, I'm sorry I've made a mistake I-"

"Fiyero, no, don't you just, you love Elphie. I can't stop you from being with her. I love you too much to do that."

He shivered, as if a great pain went through him, and suddenly pressed a pallid hand to his side with a sharp intake of breath. I glanced down. A growing stain of red marred his cadet blue shirt. I gently moved his hand aside and saw the source of all the blood everywhere, a deep wound. Flashes of the Gale Force guards putting their terrible weapons away ran through my memory.

I adjusted my position, drawing near to the floor, laid my head on his chest, hearing his slowed heartbeat and sobbed.

"You're good."

"Well, I don't know what you mean, but I happen to be free tonight, so..."

"So I'll be picking you up around eight?"

I nodded. "After all, No that we've met one another, it's clear we deserve each other. You're perfect."

He pulled me closer to him. "You're perfect."

"So we're perfect together." We agreed, "Born to be forever, dancing through life!"

The sound of the door creaking open again brought me out of my memory, and a familiar sounding shriek. I immediately sat back on my heels. "Elphie! Help! It's Fiyero!"