(A/N: Ok, so I got this up pretty fast didn't I? Aren't you proud of me? SoOOOOOoooOOoooO, apparetnly, people are not too fond of Mark/Elphie, but rest assured people, if you read the summary, it is FIYERABA, with *tiny* M/E. SooooOOooooOOoo, if you haven't read the story before this you might be confused. Thank you to all that reviewed and a special thanks to greengirl16, who cared so much about getting a review in that she sent me a PM, thanks! Luvs ya! Soooo, on with the story......review please!)

The door to the Life opened, a gust of cold winter air swept into the room. Everyone turned around to tell whoever had come in to shut the door. They stopped when they saw Mark and Elphaba, embracing each other and sharing a sweet kiss. It wasn't aggressive or fierce like Maureen and Joanne's, or Roger and Mimi's. It was soft and innocent. The two shyest people in the group had coupled up, how cute. Collins tip-toed over to them and leaned closer and began a slow clap. They broke apart as they realized they were being watched. Everyone cheered and clapped Mark on the back. Galinda couldn't decide whether to giggle uncontrollably or not. On the plus side, Elphaba seemed happy. But it would break Fiyero's heart. But he wasn't here, he'd never be with them again. On that note, Galinda just offered Elphaba a small smile. Mark and Elphaba went back to their seats, blushing badly, both of them. There was a great amount of teasing going around the table.

When dinner was over with, everyone headed back to their lofts. Roger and Mimi were already passionately kissing their way up the staircase, no doubts on what they'd be doing that night. Collins and Angel headed down to some support group or other and Mark, Elphaba and Galinda went back to their loft to watch a movie.

"What is....Sweeney Todd?" asked Galinda as she picked through his movies.

"It's a musical." said Mark.

"Ooh! Yipee! We're watching this!" she said.

"About a demon barber that slits his customers throats, and then another woman cooks them into meat pies." Mark finished.

"That's disgusting!" Galinda said, "Why would you have movies like that?" she crinkled her nose before picking up the next movie, "Um...Phantom of the Opera?"

"That's a great one, a musical, we should watch it." said Mark.

"Is it gory?" asked Galinda.

"Not really." Mark said, taking the movie and putting it in.

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"That was really sad." said Elphaba once the movie was finished.

"It is." said Mark.

"I thought it was happy." said Galinda.

"I feel sorry for the Phantom." said Elphaba.

"But Elphie, he killed people!" Galinda shrieked.

"Did you not watch what he'd been through?" asked Elphaba, "People immediately hated him because of the color of his skin—I mean...because of his face."

"Oh," said Galinda, seeing how Elphaba must connect with the character, "Well, he was pretty cute with the mask on."

"He shouldn't need the mask." Elphaba said, "I'm going to bed." she kissed Mark lightly before going to her room. Mark smiled as he watched the door close behind her.

"Sensitive Elphie is so different." said Galinda, "I never knew how....well, sensitive she was."

"Galinda," said Mark, "Did Elphaba have any....I mean, did she have a—was she--" Mark struggled for a way to word his sentence.

"Elphaba had a boyfriend," Galinda said, "But they broke up a while before we got here."

"Did she love him?" asked Mark.

"No." Galinda lied, "They only thought they were in love, it turned out, they weren't meant to be." Galinda suddenly realized she was describing her own relationship with Fiyero.

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Morrible got out of the carriage in the dead of night, swathed in a black cloak. She went down the steps, the air getting murkier as she went. The torch light became dimmer and dimmer. She was in Southstairs. She passed the many cells. She finally reached the one she was looking for. She stopped outside of the cell.

"Wake up!" she hissed. The man in the cell stirred, his face was unshaven and his hair unruly. Bags hung under his eyes and he smelled of garbage. He sat up groggily.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"You want out?" asked Morrible.

"You got a way to get me out?" asked the man skeptically.

"I might." said Morrible, "But you've got to do something for me."

"What?" asked the man.

"Go to the other world and bring back Elphaba." she said.

"How am I going to find her?" asked the man.

"If you get there correctly, and follow my instructions, you should land right where she is." Morrible said, "Only problem is you've got to take that Prince Fiyero with you."

"Why?" asked the man, he hated Fiyero.

"Because, you can't enter the portal and land where she is, without taking someone with you that doesn't want to harm her." said Morrible.

"I want to find her." said the man, a greedy glint to his eyes.

"Let me repeat myself, find her and not harm her." she growled.

"Well why does it have to be him?" asked the man, "Why can't I take her sister or something?"

"The prince has the strongest feelings for her, he wants to find her the most. The stronger the feelings the closer you'll get to her." said Morrible, "And besides, when you reach the other world, you can kill him as soon as you get there."

"What happens when I bring her back?" asked the man.

"You bring her to us and we'll set you free." said Morrible, "And if you try to keep her to yourself or do with her whatever sick thing you are thinking of, you won't get away with it. If you're not back with her, I'll find you and kill you. She's not yours for the taking, she's mine and the Wizard's. But as compensation, when she's not working for us, you can...do with her what you will."

"Sounds fair enough to me." said the man, smiling wickedly, "Why not send your Gale Force or whatever?" asked the man.

"If too many people from our world enter another, who knows what would happen. You mayn't know this, but your great, great, great, great, great and so on grandfather was a wizard that once entered this world. Some genes passed down to you I suppose and you are the only one who can pass through the portal." said Morrible.

"Well then how's this Fiyero chap supposed to get through?" asked the man.

"Well if he's with you, it won't matter." Morrible said, as though it should have been obvious, "I'm going to let you out now. I'll give you further instruction on what to do once we leave."

"How do you know I won't just run once you open this gate?" asked the man, "Suppose I just...don't try to find her and take my freedom without all this work."

"I know you'll do what I've asked because, you've been rotting away in the cell a while now, just waiting to get her back." said Morrible.

"Fine, the little angel's been haunting me a while now, a good guess." the man relented, "Let me out." Morrible took the rusted key from her pocket and opened the cell. The man walked out and grinned at Morrible.

"Come on Raman, I've a carriage outside waiting to take you to the Vinkus." said Morrible.

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A month passed and Mark could honestly say he'd never been happier. Elphaba and him were still as shy as ever, but they were doing great. Galinda loved that Elphaba was happy and that Mark was too. Elphaba deserved to be happy, even if it wasn't with Fiyero. Flashbacks occurred every now and again, and they never failed to shake Mark to his core and leave him breathless until she returned to the present. A particularly bad one was the one time he'd ever actually paid for a taxi. Galinda had wanted to see what it was like to ride in a car. So he used the little money he had to get a cab driver to drive them around for five minutes.

Elphaba looked out of the window of the taxi, it was going fast. She looked at the zooming ground beneath her. Suddenly the black asphalt road turned to a brown dirt road. The glass window turned to imprisoning metal bars and the driver became a tall man, a greedy glint to his eye. Elphaba's eyes clouded over and New York was gone.

She was in a cage attached to a carriage. It was going fast. She looked up and saw a man running towards her, struggling to catch. She called out his name, but she couldn't hear what she'd called him. His face was blurred, it was the same boy who'd saved her before. He finally was just close enough to jump onto the cage. He used a crowbar to knock the lock off and quickly swung open the door. He pulled her out and held her close. She looked at the ground beneath them, zooming. She suddenly saw red splattered all over the boy's white shirt. His arm was bleeding profusely. She screamed as she felt a whip hit her hard in the back. She fell forward into the man as she felt the blood run down her back. She closed her eyes.

"We're going to have to jump!" he called over the roaring of the wind as it whipped past them. She loved that voice he had, if only she knew who he was. She could only nod. He counted to three and she felt herself flying through the air. He held her closer to him, and they hit the grassy hill and began to roll down. They came to a stop at the base of the hill. She was lying on top of him. She threw her arms around him and thanked him.

"You've save me so many times," she said, "I don't know what I ever did that made me worth saving, but....thank you so much--" The blur that was his face slowly began to lift, like mist, but then--

Suddenly the flashback was cut off as she blinked, her eyes turned back to their brown. She was breathing heavily. No, she wanted to watch more, she had been about to say his name! She had almost said his name. She'd almost seen his face! She had been SO close to discovering who this young man was, who he was that haunted so many of her flashbacks and dreams.

"Fabala?" asked Mark, "Are you ok?"

"What happened?" asked Elphaba. The car had stopped and everyone was staring at her, the cab driver was scared out of his mind.

"You screamed Elphie," said Galinda.

"D'you know who Raman is?" asked Elphaba.

"Yeah, he kidnapped you." said Galinda, "But...um, that nice servant boy, Kendal I think? He took you to the hospital and you were fine." Galinda said.

"But he was there again!" Elphaba exclaimed, "The boy whose face is always blurred, he was there again!"

"Elphaba," Galinda said, "It's ok, he wasn't important to you, forget about him."

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Fiyero and Lucas were in the library again, they'd gone through at least half of the books by now. And that was saying something for a library as massive as the Tiggular one. Fiyero was beginning to grow desperate. It'd been over three months and nothing he found, no book, no witch, nor sorceress or wizard, nobody could help him. Elphaba meant everything to him and now....he feared he mayn't ever see her again. He felt so empty without her, he needed her like he needed air. With every moment she was gone, the more oxygen was sucked out of his atmosphere. Soon he would suffocate. He needed to find her. He had to. He didn't know how much longer he could stand without her. Fiyero and Lucas suddenly heard a slight clearing of the throat. They both jolted at the sudden noise, it had been silent other than the flipping of pages for at least seven hours. Fiyero and Lucas turned around. Kohl was standing there, looking a little displeased.

"Your Highness," said Kohl stiffly, "A man is here to see you."

"Name?"

"He wouldn't tell me, but he says you'll know who he is." said Kohl.

"Send him in," Fiyero sighed, turning back to his book while Kohl went to go fetch the man. He heard the door close and he turned back around. His eyes widened as he saw who it was.

"Get the hell out!" Fiyero yelled, standing up, knocking his chair over.

"Greetings, Your Highness." Raman grinned evilly, bowing mockingly.