I fucked up the timeline so I could make this story work! First re-written chapter! Don't worry I'm going to go back and explain some things XD My first idea for the re-write was to keep going and have them meet when Eliza was fifteen but that'd be to hard. And to fast. So...here's my re-started Wicked story. The second chapter should be up today.

"Glinda...is she a mother?"

"I don't know. I don't keep in touch..."

"I said goodbye to Glinda five years ago."

"Have you any children Glinda?"

"..."

He waited, she didn't seem the type to have children. Not with her figure. Most mothers became quite plump. Not tthe unattractive kind but the subtle kind that told a story of family and health.

Glinda's eyes wandered slightly but she looked back at the prince and gave a smile that was as easy to see through as glass. "Chuffrey is dry as two baked walnuts." She settled, a small giggle at the end of her words.

Oh but he knew there was something she was keeping. Had she lost the babe? If that were indeed the case he was wise to nod it off.

He pretended not to notice the small child that came up to her once they got ready to leave. Pale skin, ink black hair...the Winkie prince watched carefully as Glinda took the child's hand as they started away. The child turned and met his gaze. His eyes were blue like Glinda's, clear and bright. But there was a familiar look to them...a fire inside. He couldn;t place where he'd seen it before. Maybe something he overlook in Glinda.

He could never tell Elphaba about it. He could never call Glinda on her lie. Not ever. It would mean she'd leave him...it was the most selfish thing he'd ever done...his whole time here was the most selfish time in his life. The guilt was hung hard over his heart. But he couldn't help himself. Or maybe he could and this was simply a cycle of lost control.

The boys eyes narrowed to a glare. Fiyero figured the child didn't like him very much, just by looking at him. The prince couldn't argue...he didn't like himself very much either.

"Mother?"

"Hm?"

"That man...who was he?"

"An old friend."

"He looked sad."

"You're to well spoken sometimes."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, not ever. It's...refreshing."

"I don't think I like him very much."

"You've never spoken to him."

"You don't like him much either."

"...No."

"I'm sorry."

Glinda pulled him into her arms. She was so glad she had a chamber of her own to be away from Chuffrey. "It's alright Eliza." She pushed some of his black hair away from his face and looked him in the eye. She looked like her...and her too. But that fire in his eyes was to much...unlike herself.

"It's alright."