Disclaimer: I had a dream...I owned Wicked.
A/N: I HAD WRITERS BLOCK. So this chapter kinda...well, sucks. It's short and to the point I guess. But I hope you still like it. Now Cardboard can't be mad at me 'cuz I finished this chapter. Mwa :)
Random Fact That I'm Proud About: I met Adam Pascal and Anthony Rapp on Saturday. Holy. Crap. dies
Chapter 4
Elphaba stared as the tiny fire turned black and the nights sky lit up everything around her. Something in her heart kept making everything she did feel uncomfortable; desperately, she tried to convince Fiyero that something was wrong, but he didn't listen.
"Fiyero, are you awake?" The green witch asked softly, gazing at his body that lay still on the ground.
"Yes," he sat up, smiling at the girl. "everything alright?"
"I don't know," she answered truthfully, standing up and starting to pace.
"Are you alright, Elphie?" He asked, tone filled with concern.
The green witch felt her heart skip a beat at the name he called her. She gave her that nickname, he wasn't meant to use it. It didn't feel right. She felt as though only one person could call her that, and that was…
"Elphie?" The prince interrupted her thoughts.
"Oh, it's nothing, Fiyero," she lied simply, looking at him. "I was just curious to see if you were awake."
Fiyero, now standing up, folded his arms across his chest. "Elphaba, there is something wrong. You know you can tell me anything."
Elphaba sighed, frustrated with what strange feeling she had. She knew that something was wrong. However, what it was, she wasn't sure, seeing as the two weren't in contact with any Ozians, even though they were in Oz.
That was a problem between the scarecrow and the witch. They argued, which led to unnecessary pauses in their journey. They never made it out of Oz, merely hanging near the border, desperately trying to find common ground to move on.
They left Oz over seven months ago. Elphaba, slowly and unknowingly, was losing her love for Fiyero. She had been slightly aware of this; his kisses seemed less meaningful, his holds not sparking as they use to. The fire in their relationship was gone, and the green girl couldn't explain that to him after everything they'd been through.
"Elphaba?" He pressed, snapping the girl out of her trance.
"Fiyero, do you ever think about going back to Oz?" Elphie asked softly, gazing into his eyes.
The scarecrow looked at her and frowned. "Elphaba, what's going on in your head?"
"You must think about it sometimes," the witch went on, ignoring his voice. "We both grew up in Oz, it's not as if it's strange to be thinking of our home."
"Elphie, are you alright?" He stood up, straw slightly sticking out of the right sleeve.
"…and of course, we'd have urges to go back and visit our home, seeing as so much love happened there…"
"Elphaba Thropp, look at me." He grabbed her arms tightly, and Elphie looked at him strangely.
"Fiyero, do you ever want to go back to Oz?" She asked in full seriousness, letting his straw hands slide off her arms.
"Elphaba, you know we can't ever go back." He replied, letting out a rather large sigh.
"That doesn't answer my question."
"My answer doesn't matter that much, seeing as we can't ever go back."
"But do you?" Her voice sounded strange; almost like a child asking a deep question, something about life or the stars above them.
The prince paused, his lips parted slightly, his black yes staring into the brown ones. "Yes," he stated finally, breaking the eye contact and looking towards the ground.
"But we can't." Elphaba finished, looking at the trees that blew gently from the wind.
"Why do you want to go back to Oz?" He asked suddenly, his head snapping upward.
"It was just a thought." She answered, partially being truthful. "I just would feel better to know that…"
"…what?" Fiyero pressed again, and Elphaba's face went in a way that Fiyero had only seen once before in his life. This face, which earned a heart break every time he saw it, only happened when ever their friends name was mentioned or thought of; so, naturally, he saw that face quiet often. Although both never spoke of the good witch, both Ozians thought about her constantly.
"That Glinda is alright." Elphaba's tongue felt tingly, and her stomach flipped. It was the first time in seven months the name has slipped from the green lips; Elphaba's heart cracked.
The scarecrow took a breathe and shook his head. "You really shouldn't worry about Glinda," he muttered. "It's not like it matters anyway, she thinks we're dead."
"Exactly!" Elphaba yelled suddenly, then caught herself. "She thinks we're dead. Which is why I want to make sure she's okay."
"She can't still be mourning, Elphaba." Fiyero said, rolling his eyes.
"How would you know?" Elphie shot back, anger rising within her.
"Because it's been months since we've left, she must be recovered and ruling Oz happily."
The witch stared at him, eyes hurt and narrowed. "She's my best friend, Yero." Elphie said slowly, making it perfectly clear how she felt. "I'm worried about her because I care about her."
"I know you do, Elphie, but you've got to let these things go."
"Fiyero, you don't understand that I have to see her, I'll feel so much better if I can actually…see her face one last time, and maybe not covered with tears."
The prince seemed stunned at her words, but still took his stand. "I'm sorry, Elphaba, but I can't let you go."
The witch tore away from his grasp and headed in a direction, not knowing where she was going or what she would find.
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