A/N: Yes, now I am updating daily, which I think is so fun. With my free time I have this weekend, I decided I should spend it working on this fic because ideas for it just keep on popping in my head! But, after this chapter, I will have to move this fic into the land of the RATED M's! Yes, there is one sex scene earlier but I tried to let it slide under the rug. And there are more of those scenes to come. Personally, I think this is one of my personal best chapters. I hope you all enjoy. And, look for this in rated M's. Review so I know what you are thinking about this chapter.
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Elphaba stepped onto the street that was newly paved with golden yellow brick. She pulled the hood of her clock over her head and just above her eyes. The scarf wrapped around her face left only her eyes exposed. Her elegant raven hair was pulled neatly back into a tight bun at the nape of her neck. Her cloak cascaded over her shoulders and her simple black frock. She sported black combat boots with thick soles. Their usual mud covered surface was cleaned up for once. Over all, Elphaba looked like an ebony cyclone took her in and spit her back out. Emerald City was no place for an emerald girl.
Elphaba ran the list of tasks she had to do that day over and over through her head. She was only going to stay in the city for about two more days. Then it was on with her usual routine of packing her few belongings and leaving, taking flight in the night sky, the pale moon and gleaming stars her only light.
It was chilly outside. Storm clouds gathered in the horizon, threatening all who were outside. Despite the intimidating weather, people of the Emerald City droned to the city square. For what absurd social gathering, Elphaba did not know. She decided that she had to investigate for herself.
The wind picked up and Elphaba clenched her cloak around herself tighter. She gritted her chattering teeth and marched her way up to the crowd. She stood on tip toe to try to see over the men and women in the horde in front of her. All she could see was a small stage with a microphone. Apparently, the day's entertainment had not arrived yet.
Elphaba pushed her way through the throng so she was in front and close to the action which would take place on the stage anytime now. She scanned her surroundings. Reporters from every magazine and newspaper imaginable were present, microphone in hand. Paparazzi stood by the side. They were obviously waiting for some one of high importance to make their appearance.
Just then, a carriage pulled up to the square. The driver went to the side to escort the passengers out of the carriage and onto the stage. The driver opened the door, bowed, and extended his hand to reach a small pale one with perfectly manicured fingernails. The woman stepped out. She was clad in a light greenish-blue dress with one long sleeve. A skin toned sparkling glove rose up the other arm. The woman's blonde tendrils were swept up and a hat was placed on top of her head. An older woman followed her, wearing a tight green dress with feathers, a poor fashion choice on her part. The last to exit the carriage was a young man. He was handsome, wearing a Gale Force uniform. The different badges signaled that he was a high rank, possibly even captain of the guard. Theses were the people that every one was waiting for.
When they stepped onto the stage, Elphaba immediately recognized them. The blonde was none other than Glinda the Good. The high class life really suits her, Elphaba thought. The older woman was the despicable Madame Morrible. Elphaba clenched her gloved fists, wanting nothing more than to strangle her.
Elphaba's breath hitched in her throat and her heart skipped a beat. She was feeling light headed by the mere sight of him. The man in the Gale Force uniform was none other than her Prince Charming. Fiyero was right in front of her. She wanted to jump on top of him right there and smother him in kisses and whisper 'I love you' in his ear like she used to. Then they can go off together, forgetting this rally of nonsense, and make love once more. Her heart ached for him for so long and now she could have him again .But, life is not that easy. Don't wish, don't start, Elphaba thought. He probably forgot all about her.
Elphaba backed away from the stage. She did not want to be in front of it anymore. Still, she stood there, hanging on every word that had escaped Glinda's mouth.
"Fellow Ozians, as terrifying as terror is, let us put aside our panic for this one day and celebrate!" Glinda clasped her hands together and assured the crowd that everything was alright. The lights from the cameras were flashing constantly and the shouts of 'Who are you wearing?' and 'Who did your hair?' were all around her. Elphaba watched in the shadows as Glinda kept on smiling. Then, Fiyero stepped up to the microphone.
"I became captain of the guard to find her…" she heard him begin. Oh no. Could he have possibly changed and joined the group of people who wanted her dead?
"No, being engaged!" Madame Morrible sang out. A banner that read 'congratulotions' was hung by the stage.
Engaged. They were engaged. He must have been truly happy with Glinda. Elphaba still was puzzled over how she could take him back after he cheated on her. Life was full of mysteries.
After Ozians shouted viscous rumors about her, she looked on as Glinda pulled Fiyero away from the stage. It looked at if they were arguing. After tears nearly leaked from Glinda's pale blue eyes, Fiyero ran off.
"You know me, I'm always happy," he said. He was running in Elphaba's direction. She had to hide.
Fiyero rubbed his head. He was engaged now to the most wanted woman in all of Oz. Well, technically Elphaba was the most wanted woman, but not in the same was as Glinda. Still, Fiyero lost his heart to Elphaba the moment she first opened her mouth.
His whole life was set for him. He was captain of the guard, the one person to capture Elphaba and kill her. He was then to marry Glinda and live as her arm candy for events like these. It did not want any of that to happen.
He darted down the yellow brick road. He had to get away from all of the rumors that were being spread about Elphaba. Water could melt her? Please. He knew very well that she could be thrown into a lake and be fine. An extra eye? Whatever. He studied her face long enough to know she only had two of the most beautiful eyes ever.
Turning into an ally way he saw her. It looked like the woman from his dream, entirely clad in black. She looked back at Fiyero with that look of longing in her eyes that he knew all to well and then quickened her pace after their eyes met.
"Elphaba," Fiyero said softly.
He sprinted after her. He could not let her get away. Fiyero made it through various alleys and streets, turning into the places where Elphaba thought that she lost him. This was the one race he was determined to win.
We followed Elphaba as she ran into an inn and up the stairs into a small room. She shut the door behind her, not knowing that Fiyero was only paces behind.
He stood at the door and contemplated. Should he barge in on her? It could change the course of his entire life. It was the biggest decision he had to make. Back in the square, Glinda was still waiting for him to return, smile, and pretend everything was fine and that they were truly happy. That was a lie almost greater than the Wizard's lie of being wonderful.
Fiyero contemplated for another moment. He placed his hand on the door knob and turned it. It was left unlocked. He slowly walked into Elphaba's tiny room. The bare walls and minimal belongings made it clear that she was not intending to be there long. The Grimmerie was open on the table and her broom was propped up against the wall. The pointed black hat that Glinda once gave her was on the floor in a heap with what must have been the few clothing items she had.
Elphaba was by the stove making a pot of tea. The water in the sink was running loudly, masquerading Fiyero's presence. He stood still and admired her from behind for a moment. He longed to run his hand down the curve of Elphaba's waist again. He wanted to undo the tight bun and run his fingers through her lovely locks. He wanted to push her on the bed and make love to her like it was their last day alive.
He finally got the nerve to creep up behind her. Fiyero placed his hand gently on her shoulder. Elphaba's lips turned up into a small smile.
"What took you so long?"