Sooooo, here's my shot at a story. You read the summary, but I'll go through it again:

Zelena has been through hell and back where her heart is concerned. But what if there was someone before Hades? A relationship that built and fortified the walls around Zelena's heart? Someone she never thought she'd see again.

Italics are flashbacks. Duh.

Enjoy!

"Come on!" A teenage boy with chocolate brown hair and steel gray eyes ran through the underbrush. "You'll want to see this."

"I'm trying!" a girl with curly red hair and green eyes tugged at her skirt, which had been caught in the thick branches. "If you would just slow down, I'd catch up."

"What's the fun in that?" he retorted. "Now come on!" He darted up ahead.

Once he was out of sight, the girl glanced at her still trapped skirt. Looking around to make sure she was alone, she held out a hand towards the captured fabric. Her fingers glowed with a green light that snaked out and gently pushed the branches away from her clothes.

She giggled at herself and followed the boy.

"Fiyero, wait up!"

"Alright, what was it you wanted to show me?" she asked, finally making her way through the bushes.

He stood at the edge of the cliff, and turned towards her, holding out his hand, callused from working with metals and wood all day.

She took it, and let herself be led to his side. "You live all the way out in the middle of the woods," the boy said quietly. "You never get to see it."

"See what?" she asked. He turned her chin to face the horizon. "Oh..."

The sky was a brilliant canvas, painted with soft reds and yellows and pinks. Clouds wreathed around the orange sun, tinted from its golden light. They were on the highest hill for miles, and she was astounded by how everything looked small and enormous at the same time.

"It's beautiful," she said softly.

The boy chuckled and kissed her cheek. "Not nearly as beautiful as you."

She smiled shyly at him. "Thank you for bringing me," she said genuinely.

He smiled back at her. "There's more in this world, you know." He glanced at the sunrise. "Tomorrow, I'm leaving and going to explore it all."

She sighed. "I wish I could come."

"Who says you can't?" he asked.

"My father-"

"Forget your father." He took both her hands. "Run away with me. We'll explore every world, together."

"You want me?"

He kissed her, wrapping an arm around her waist. When they broke apart, he smiled.

"Of course. So, what do you say? Will you come with me?"

"Yes," she whispered. "I wouldn't want it any other way."

"I love you, Zelena."

"I love you, too, Fiyero."

Zelena stared up at the red sky, wishing she had her magic.

This desire intensified as she nearly collapsed from her injured ankle.

The Underworld unsettled her, in so many ways.

The way it looked like Storybrooke. How nearly everyone except her had use of magic.

The fact that Hades was here.

He'd brought her daughter here. Zelena had been an accident.

Still, desperate to save her child, she'd taken her from Robin and Regina and run, intending to do what she thought they couldn't: protect her daughter from Hades.

That plan had gone out the window when she'd discovered a small cut on the baby girl's perfect face, caused by her unpredictable burst of magic.

So she'd forced herself to give up the one thing she'd wanted to hold on to: her baby.

And now she was alone.

Being alone, however, gives the mind strange thoughts. Her mind wandered with her feet, barely aware of where she was going. She found herself in the graveyard, walking (well, hobbling, more like) aimlessly.

Until she came to a particular gravestone.

Standing perfectly upright, in flawless condition. Not one crack.

He was here.

An all too-familiar ache sent waves through her chest, and she couldn't breathe. Steeling herself, she made her feet turn away and walk steadily away from the gravestone.

And yet... She found herself looking back. At the name carved on the tombstone.

Fiyero.

Ah, don't worry my pretties. This is definitely a Hades/Zelena story. Have faith. All good things come to those who wait.

Review, pretty please!

If I anger any Wicked fans, I apologize ahead of time. Just throwing that out there.

Oh yeah, I don't own anything. All rights to their respective owners, blah blah blah.