A/N: I'm on a roll baby! I am now making up for all that time with no new updates. So here it is. the next chapter. Foyero has a dream and then gets a rude awakening by his girlfriend. Oy vey. Hehe. This was a fun and easy chapter to write. I know, not the drama I promised, but all of that would be coming soon enough, you will see. I hope you all enjoy it. Reviews help me work on my story.

Disclaimer: opens Grimmerie Eleka nahmen nahmen ah tum ah tum disappointed...ok...I don't need a spell to save Fiyero...I need one to get me the rights to Wicked!

She was there in the Emerald City. Her figure was lean and covered in black, leaving nothing exposed to the elements. She had a look in her eye that he was more than familiar with. It was the look of longing for him, the look she had in her eyes when she wanted one more touch, one more kiss, one more moment of intimacy between them before he had to rejoin Glinda. A smile was absent from her countenance. Even though it was not unusual to see her that way, something was definitely different. Her frown made her look as if she was mourning. Mourning over what, he did not know. He ran out of the crowd of people to try and grab her hand, but she fled. She ran as fast as she could. He chased her, leaving behind every thing that he knew. One more day with her; that was all that he wanted. He finally caught up with her and placed a hand on her shoulder. She turned to face him and whispered 'What took you this long'. They closed their eyes and leaned in for the kiss he had been waiting four years to experience again.

Fiyero woke up to the chatter of Glinda and her stylist getting her ready for the upcoming press conference. Why must they do this at this unOz-ly hour of the morning? He tried pulling his pillow over his head to drown them out but it was of no use. Nothing could drown them out. Still, he kept his eyes tightly closed and longed to retreat back into his dream land or last night. Five more minutes he begged to himself. He wanted to finish off his dream before he was forced to take on the day. He wanted to see her, even if it was only when he was in a lifeless state.

Fiyero stretched his toned arms over his head when he came to the realization that sleep, even five more minutes of it, would be simply impossible. He stepped out of bed and wrapped his emerald satin robe around himself and slipped his feet into tan slippers. He walked into the large bathroom of the hotel suite where Glinda was trying out a new hairstyle. He wrapped his arms around her neck and placed a small yet lovely kiss on her forehead.

"Good morning dearest," chirped Glinda. She was a ray of sunshine even that early in the morning.

"Good morning. What time do you have to go to this conference?' Fiyero asked, grabbing a cup of coffee that was prepared for him and pulling out a menu for room service. He was trying to decide between pancakes or waffles when Glinda gave him information that ruined his whole entire day.

"Well, we have to be there at ten o'clock." She smiled at him and he spit out the hot coffee he just attempted to drink. He dropped his menu on the floor. Pancakes and waffles would have to wait.

"Wait, wait, wait! What do you mean 'we'? I thought you were the one who had to go out there all smiley and bubbly and raise the spirits of the manic depressant citizens of the Emerald City! I never agreed to do anything."

"Darling, please, not in front of my stylist," Glinda said through her teeth. She motioned for her impatient stylist to exit the bathroom so she and Fiyero could have a talk. Fiyero was aggravated that he was always dragged into things without his consent.

"Now, Glinda, listen to me. I do not feel like going out there and trying to lie to every one!" Fiyero said sternly to his long-time girlfriend.

Glinda tapped her foot on the ground. Her pink satin robe was loosely tied, revealing her choice of lingerie for the day. Fiyero could not help but notice; he was a twenty three year old man for Oz sake!

Glinda noticed him staring and quickly tightened the sash on her robe. Fiyero's made a fake disappointed face.

"I ma not letting your unhealthy sexual appetite get in the way of our little discussion. Now tell me what is so bad about going out there, saying a few words, smiling, and then getting our picture taken?"

"Well, for starters, publicity is not my thing. I do not need to be featured in a column to be happy unlike you do." Glinda's eyes widened.

"Ok, so what if I like being the center of attention? Who said it was a bad thing?" Glinda raised her voice and flailed her arms. This was the last thing that Fiyero needed. He did not want a huge blow out right now, but he could not help but argue.

"Elphaba never liked attention," Fiyero muttered, looking at the floor. There she was, occupying his thoughts again.

"What was that?" Glinda said, raising her hand to her ear for dramatic affect.

It was not like Fiyero was obsessed with Elphaba. He just thought about her a lot lately. In his mind, he constantly compared the actions of his love with his girlfriend. Comments about her slipped out, as if the Elphaba section of his brain had a mind of its own. Luckily, Glinda ignored what he said about her and denied that he could possibly still be in love with their green friend.

Fiyero lifted his head and smiled at Glinda. He walked over to her and tried to wrap his arms around her waist. She pulled back.

"You are not going to win this fight that easily," the blonde muttered. She walked over to the mirror and examined how her hair looked.

"You look beautiful," Fiyero complimented her, trying to make her happy again. She scooped up her make up off of the shiny bathroom counter. Before exiting, Glinda jabbed one of her slender, French-manicured fingers into Fiyero's muscular chest.

"You will go out there with me and make me look good. Understand?" She gave him no time to answer before leaving the bathroom.

Fiyero sank to the floor and rubbed his temples with his finder tips. What if the dream last night was some sort of message? If he had run after Elphaba the morning after he got her note, his life would have been…easier. No press conferences, no nagging girlfriend. He would be with her, the only woman that he truly loved. He had made his choice and it was to stay with Glinda, no matter what troubles it brought him at this point.

He got off of the bathroom floor and went to the closet, avoiding contact with Glinda. That was easy, since she was getting her make up applied flawlessly. He got his Gale Force uniform out of the closet and began to dress himself for his long day at the press conference, perfect boyfriend to his perfect and flawless Glinda the Good.

Pancakes and waffles would have to wait until another day.