A/N: Wow. So this chapter is very dramatic! Be worried...
The alternate endings will start from the next chapter definitely, so I apologise if the time between updates is slightly longer, as I will have to get two chapters (one Fiyeraba and one Gelphie) written before I post!
Enjoy this chapter!
Ps. Go read TeamWicked's Fiyeraba: I Love You Just The Way You Are :D
They returned to the house holding hands, just fifteen minutes after they had left Nessa's room. Elphaba realised she had left Nessa lying on her bed alone, and rushed ahead of Fiyero.
"Nessa, I'm sorry! Fiyero needed to speak to me, I only just realised you were still lying down!" cried Elphaba as she burst into the room, only to find that it was empty.
"Shit!" said Elphaba. "She must have called for father to help her! I'm going to be in trouble now..."
Fiyero put his arms around her. "Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll go in and tell Nessa our good news, and hopefully they won't say anything, seeing as your father already knew why we were speaking privately."
Elphaba leaned up and kissed him softly, then took his hand and led him to the lounge room, where she was sure the rest of her family would be.
She looked inside, seeing Nessa and Frex reading quietly next to each other. They looked up from their books at the sound of the couple entering the room, noticing their flushed cheeks, messy hair and crumpled clothes. Frex frowned slightly, but Elphaba and Fiyero were oblivious.
"Father, Nessa, we have some good news," Elphaba looked up at Fiyero, smiling. "We are engaged to be married!" Fiyero put his arms around his girlfriend's... no- fiancée's waist and hugged her tightly from behind, resting his hands on her stomach.
"Really?" asked Nessa, excited.
"Yes, really!" Elphaba reassured her sister happily.
"Well then, congratulations! I'm so happy for you Elphaba!" squealed Nessa, sounding a lot like Galinda.
"Thank you so much Nessa, that means a lot to me," said Elphaba, going over and hugging Nessa.
"Congratulations, Elphaba," said Frex stiffly. Elphaba merely nodded at him, knowing that was the best she was going to get.
Subconsciously, she put her hand on her stomach as she had often been doing lately, almost as if she was cradling the baby inside. Frex noticed this and stared at her. Elphaba felt her father's eyes boring into her and turned to look at him. She followed his eyes to where he was looking and quickly dropped her hand in terror.
"Elphaba?" asked Frex in a dangerously soft voice. "Is there anything that you would like to tell me?"
She shook her head and Frex sighed. "I may as well just ask straight out, I suppose. Elphaba... are you pregnant?"
Nessa looked up sharply. "Father, what are you talking about? How could Elphaba possibly be pregnant? She hasn't..."
She trailed off as her eyes met with her sister's. That gaze told Nessa immediately that she was wrong. "Elphaba, how could you?" asked Nessa quietly. "You were brought up like I was, to worship the Unnamed God and do as He says. You betrayed Him, Elphaba. You know that... having intercourse before marriage is sinful!" Frex held up his hand, indicating for his youngest daughter to stop.
"Elphaba?" asked Frex again.
The green girl looked at Fiyero who grasped her hand tightly and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. She gained strength from his beautiful face, and the feeling of his hand in hers, and she felt like she could do anything in that moment.
"Yes, father. I am pregnant," she said confidently, holding her head high with a small smile on her face.
"And is Fiyero the father?" inquired Frex.
"Of course!"
"Well in that case, both of you, leave now. Grab your bag and get out of my house. I do not want to see you again, either of you!" Frex shouted this last part, making all three of the others in the room jump.
"Yes, father," said Elphaba, knowing that there was an extremely high possibility of this happening. She had been expecting it, so it did not come as much of a surprise when he uttered the words.
She grabbed Fiyero's hand and dragged him quickly out the room, sparing a glance at Nessa, who looked shocked and had tears falling down her face.
"I'm sorry, Nessa," she said. "Goodbye, I love you."
Nessa didn't respond.
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The couple quickly gathered their bags, which they hadn't got around to unpacking yet, and left through the front door, not stopping to say anything more to Frex or Nessarose.
They walked back to the train station and bought tickets on a train to the Vinkus, leaving in an hour. To pass the time before they left, they sat in a secluded corner of the station, talking quietly and kissing when they felt the need.
Once they were on the train, they curled up on one seat together and continued their conversation until Elphaba fell asleep again. Fiyero stroked her hair softly for hours, until he noticed that the shoulder of his shirt was wet. Elphaba was crying in her sleep.
"Shhh baby, shhhh. It's okay, I'm here, I'm always here," whispered Fiyero, rubbing soothing circles on her back and rocking her slowly back and forth in his arms. He pressed little kisses into her hair and was relieved when she had stopped crying. Still, she stayed asleep, her breathing evening out again. "I love you so much," Fiyero whispered in her ear. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Elphaba. I love you." He knew she couldn't hear him, but he wanted to say it anyway.
It was two hours later that they pulled into the Vinkus Train Station, and it was almost midnight. Fiyero woke Elphaba apologetically, and they sleepily disembarked the train and hired a carriage to take them to Kiamo Ko, Fiyero's family's summer castle.
Elphaba straddled Fiyero's lap in the carriage, kissing him the whole way home. She needed to feel close and intimate with him, and this was a good way to do that.
Suddenly, they heard a loud 'neigh' from the horses pulling the carriage. They swerved dangerously to the side, but before Fiyero could yell out to the driver, something large collided with the side of their carriage, which tipped over immediately, landing heavily on its side. Elphaba and Fiyero were thrown from their seat, hitting their heads on something, presumably the side of the carriage that was lying on the ground. The sudden impact knocked them both out, and it wasn't until hours later that Elphaba woke up, dazed and confused, with a sharp pain in her head and neck.
She tried to move, but let out a whimper of pain as she found herself on top of Fiyero and crushed beneath a heavy piece of metal. She heard hooves and voices approaching, and found herself sobbing with happiness. Never had she been more grateful for human presence.
When the 'clop-clop' of the hooves ceased and the voices came closer, she called out.
"Help! Help!"
"Oh my Oz, there's someone under there!" she heard a voice cry, and she sighed in relief knowing they could hear her.
It was ten minutes before the unknown voices managed to shift the rubble on top of her enough so she could crawl out.
Her saviours stared at her. "Yes, I'm green, you can stop staring!" she snapped weakly.
One of the men stepped forward. "El- Elphaba?"
"Yes?" Elphaba's voice trembled as the man approached her. "Do I know you?"
"My name is Dawud. I am the King of the Vinkus, and Fiyero's father." Elphaba could only gape at him in surprise, but he continued. "Fiyero has sent us letters about you, and forgive me, but I knew that you must be Elphaba, from the colour of your skin. I hope you don't mind that I only recognised you from that..."
"No that's fine, Your Majesty," said Elphaba quietly, before thinking about Fiyero and realising for the first time that Fiyero had been beneath her when she was stuck.
"Oh my Oz..." Elphaba knelt down, shoving more of the rubble out the way with her bare hands. "Fiyero? Can you hear me?"
The rest of the King's men immediately rushed to help her, and the King himself paled.
"My son is under there?" he whispered.
Elphaba could only nod mutely.
"FIYERO!" she sobbed, growing more and more frantic by the second, until his head finally came into view.
"FIYERO, ANSWER ME!" she cried, running her fingers through his hair which was matted with blood.
Her hand ran down to his exposed neck and she rested her fingers where his pulse should be. But there was no movement beneath her fingertips. She gasped in disbelief.
"No... no!" she whispered, stunned.
The King grabbed her arm gently and tried to pull her away, but she would not move. All she could do was sob hysterically. The King's men finally managed to pull all the rubble off the top of the Prince. At the sight of Fiyero's still body, battered and broken in many places, she lost it.
"FIYERO!" she screamed, slumping to the ground in defeat beside the man she loved.