Sweet Dreams

Summary: AU. Post-musical. Elphaba is there to console and help Fiyero.

Rating: T *WARNING* Self-harm is discussed a little bit.

Inspiration: This first scene came into my head and I just went off the question "what happens next?"

Elphaba was on her knees, hyperventilating and tears threatening to fall from her face. Her hands were up in surrender and they were shaking. She looked up at the man she loved, he was pointing his gun at her.

She hadn't wanted to believe it. That Fiyero had changed. Yet here they were, her on the ground after the Wizard had called the guards, him aiming his weapon at her chest.

Elphaba swallowed. "Fiyero-"

"I said silence!" he spat and she whimpered softly. His eyes were dark and intense and...black instead of blue, she realized. Was he under a spell? Did he even know who she was?

"Yero," she said his nickname, "please," she looked straight into his eyes, begging him to remember her and searching for a sign of what was wrong with him.

His glare intensified and he fired into the air. She bowed her head, letting her tears fall freely. The message was clear, one more word from her and he would not miss. But she refused to give up on him.

One last attempt, just one last attempt. Elphaba lifted her head and asked him about something, something he had only told her about and she had helped him with when they were the best of friends back at school. It all seemed so far away now. "Have you self-harmed since Shiz?" she whispered.

Fiyero's eyes widened and for a moment, she felt hope, maybe this would trigger something for him. But her hope diminished when he strode to stand directly in front of her.

He pressed his gun to her forehead.

She sobbed. "Yero-"

"Witch."

He fired his gun.

Fiyero jolted awake, completely damp in sweat and his heart racing. It had seemed so real. He quickly looked over to the other side of the bed.

Elphaba was sound asleep, facing him, her breathing steady. Her emerald skin seemed to glow in the soft moonlight. He wanted to wake her; to reassure himself that she was fine, alive, and with him; but he wanted her to rest. It wasn't often that she got a good night's sleep, her condition made her uncomfortable at times.

Fiyero scooted closer to Elphaba, tears stinging his eyes. Her face when he had aimed his gun at her would always haunt him, but he kept telling himself that his nightmare never happened. Instead, he'd kept up the act while he got rid of the other guards, they had run away together, they had said "I love you" to each other in the forest. She had asked about his scars then, not while on her knees in the throne room of the Wizard's palace while he held her life in his hands. They were separated briefly, then reunited, and fled Oz, together. Together. She was here. She was here and she was his wife, pregnant with their baby.

With tears rolling down his face, Fiyero gently pulled Elphaba closer to him. He softly kissed her forehead, cheek, jaw, shoulder, all while rubbing and cradling her swollen belly. The two most important things in his life were in his arms, safe and sound and unharmed.

Elphaba made a sound and stirred. She put her hand on top of her husband's where it was resting on her stomach. When she opened her eyes, she was immediately wide awake and worried; Fiyero was sweaty, shaking slightly, and tears were running down his cheeks. He'd had another nightmare, no question about that.

"Yero," she sat up slightly, rubbing his bare chest and drying his tears in an attempt to soothe him.

He sat up too then pulled her into his arms so her back was pressed against his chest and she was sitting between his legs.

"Fiyero?"

"Sh, just...just let me hold you. Let me know you're here with me," he choked out, "and that that never happened."

That what never happened? Elphaba asked herself. Fiyero didn't usually remember his nightmares, neither did she. But he seemed to remember this one, very vividly; and it had shaken him up, very badly.

She didn't question him, she let the silence reign over for now. She felt him breathe deeply, rubbing her arms up and down with his hands. She let her head fall back. When his hands settled on her stomach, she pulled him tighter around her and kissed his shoulder. He lifted her shirt to press his hands against the bare skin of her stomach and sighed, feeling the small movement of the baby underneath her skin. She took one of his hands and played with his palm, her heart breaking slightly at the soft lines that covered his forearm.

They had been scars when she had first seen them, red and probably infected. Now that he had stopped, thank Oz he had stopped, they were fading, but they were still visible. He'd never told anyone how utterly miserable he'd been back at Shiz, not even Elphaba, because she had figured it out all on her own. She was the only one who knew why he'd done that to himself in the first place, he wasn't sure if he would ever be able to tell anyone else.

After a couple minutes of silence, Elphaba sat up and turned her body so that she was facing Fiyero. Her green hand reached out to run her fingers through his hair.

"Do you remember it?" she whispered, referring to his nightmare. He nodded and tightened his grip on her.

"You want to tell me about it?" she brushed away a tear that had escaped his eye.

He sighed and pressed his forehead against hers. His eyes drifted from her own to her lips and he leaned to press his mouth to hers.

The soft brush of her lips against his seemed to calm him slightly but his heart was still racing when she placed a hand to his chest. She kissed his cheek repeatedly, small pecks, allowing him to steady his breathing. She halted once he told her what he'd dreamed and looked at him. No wonder he'd been shaking, she was too now.

"No, I didn't mean to shake you up," he apologized, rubbing her arms up and down, kissing her forehead.

She sighed and gripped his biceps. "No it's ok. I'm glad you told me. Oz, Fiyero no wonder you were trembling," she ran a hand through his hair and kissed him softly. "Love, you'd never hurt me, you'd never hurt anyone. That didn't happen. It was just a nightmare."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Fiyero pressed his lips against hers. He gently laid her down on the bed, carefully setting himself on top of her, mindful of her belly, never breaking their kiss. He trailed kisses down her neck to her shoulder, pulling down the strap of her shirt and she sighed. He stopped, suddenly aware that she must be tired, he'd woken her in the middle of the night.

"I'm sorry I-"

She shook her head and smiled at him. "Yes," she connected their lips again.

He needed her and she wanted to; besides, making love with Fiyero was something she would never tire from.

Elphaba sighed as Fiyero planted kisses on her shoulder, she was straddling him after a gentle, tender session of lovemaking. They chuckled when they felt their baby poke; apparently, he or she did not enjoy being slightly squished in between them.

"You know," Elphaba began, Fiyero hummed in acknowledgement, "I think it was on a night sort of like this that we created this little one," she motioned towards the window, it was raining hard. "Remember?"

"Wow," he smiled, "you're right," he would never forget that night. It had been their first Lurlinemass together, it had rained, and she had teased him on what the perfect gift would be.

"Well, you certainly delivered, in more ways than one," she gestured to her belly and he laughed softly.

Fiyero gently motioned Elphaba to lay down on the bed and he kept her as close as he could to him. She sighed and smiled softly. He kissed her neck and she cradled his, loving the feeling of his warm lips, his hands on her stomach and hair. She pressed a kiss to his lips before allowing her eyes to close.

"I love you, Elphaba," he whispered.

"I love you too, Yero," she pressed his head down, making him lie down on the pillow and snuggled closer to him under the blankets. She rubbed his chest, gently helping him relax and steady his breathing, hopefully this would help him sleep peacefully. "Sweet dreams, love."

"I'm living them," he whispered, drawing a smile from and he pressed a final kiss to her temple before closing his eyes. "Sweet dreams, Fae."

"I'm living them."

I love a good fluff. I'll try to update both my stories on Fridays/Saturdays. Hope you enjoyed it! :)