(A/N: Gee, how long has it been since I've updated this? I'm sorry! Thank you to all that reviewed, very kind of you! This story is moving rather fast, but oh well. It's fanfiction, it doesn't have to be a novel. I'm thinking of doing a...third story to this "series" (?). It will be a crossover story again, with Harry Potter. If you have a different idea for a crossover, tell me! So, here's the next chapter, enjoy. WARNING - this ends with a cliff - you've been warned.....*oh, and review please!*)

Fiyero and Lucas were on their third apartment building by now. They checked every room, knocked on every door. They knew Elphaba would be nearby, so they started with the buildings around them. They walked out of the apartment complex.

"No luck." said Lucas.

"None." Fiyero sighed, "On to the next one?"

"I guess so." said Lucas. They trudged down the sidewalk and found themselves in a rundown, ghetto part of New York City. It was dirty and smoky and looked like someone had stomped on it or something. There was a large loft building and Fiyero and Lucas went in. They walked in and went to the first door.

"Can I help you?" asked a man, opening the door, looking high.

"Have you seen a green girl?" asked Fiyero, already knowing Elphaba wouldn't be there.

"No, but I saw Shrek the Musical last night." said the man, "But he's an ogre, and he's a boy, and he's not really green. You seen a green girl?"

"No." said Lucas, as they walked away, leaving a confused man in the doorway. Onto the next floor they went. Most of the people that answered their doors were drunk or creepy looking. About three floors from the top floor, they came to a door that no one answered. They made a note to come back later. They went up to the next loft and were surprised when a regular, sober person answered the door. It was a young Latino girl, with brown features, eyes, skin and hair. Before Fiyero could say a word, she started talking, loudly and cheerily.

"Hey! Are you those guys that Roger said were coming over?" she asked, "Roger's in here, watching TV with our friends. Ya wanna come in?"

"Uh--"

"Alright!" Mimi said, hyped up on the movie they were watching, she'd just had a laugh attack. They were watching Mean Girls, classic. She left the door open as she went back to the couch, Fiyero and Lucas following behind her awkwardly.

"Mark! Elphaba!" Mimi shouted, "Stop making out! We've got guests! Roger, your friends are here." Fiyero's attention snapped to the couch at the mention of Elphaba's name. Elphaba was there, sitting on the couch in the arms of another man. He was blonde, with rectangular glasses and a dorky look about him. He was wearing a scarf for Oz's sakes! She was kissing him. They were kissing each other, they were in love. Fiyero felt sick. Could she really just forget him so easily? Was he really that insignificant to her life? Had he just been a mere boyfriend to her? A single page in a thousand page book?

"Dude, I've never seen them in my life." said Roger, "Why'd you let them in?"

"I thought they were your band friends you invited over." said Mimi.

"I told you they cancelled last minute." said Roger.

"Elphaba?" Fiyero breathed. Galinda looked back at the familiar voice, and screamed. Lucas was staring at her with loving eyes. He seemed a little shocked at actually finding them, and even more shocked to find Elphaba with another man. But he soon saw Galinda and if possible, his eyes just got a bit wider.

"Galinda, pipe down, what's wrong?" asked Elphaba.

"You want some chips?" asked Maureen, pulling out of heated kiss with Joanne.

"Hey, you're kind of cute." said Angel, looking at Fiyero.

"Yummy." said Collins. He and Angel burst into a fit of giggles. Fiyero ignored them.

"Elphaba." Fiyero said again, so she could hear him. She finally turned around. She looked confused.

"Do I know you?" she asked.

"Elphaba, it's me, Fiyero." said Fiyero, walking towards her. After everything. After all his searching. He'd hoped she'd need him, she'd be thinking of him, she'd miss him. She'd....remember him. She didn't know him, she hadn't needed him, she'd never even thought of him.

"I don't...know you." said Elphaba, curling into Mark more. Instead of the anger Fiyero thought he'd feel when he saw Elphaba cling to Mark, he felt immense desperation and sadness.

"Elphaba, please." Fiyero said. He went to her and took her hand, "It's me, Fiyero, I love you." he whispered. Everyone else was silent. All that was heard was the TV which was still playing Mean Girls: four for you Glen Coco, you go Glen Coco!

"Lulu?" Galinda whispered. Lucas went to her and scooped her in his arms, spinning her around and kissing her. Everyone looked at them, shocked and surprised, except Fiyero and Elphaba, who's eyes never left the others.

"You...seem....familiar." Elphaba began, reaching a hand out to touch his face.

"It's me, don't you remember?" asked Fiyero. He turned to Galinda, "What's wrong with her?"

"Fiyero, I'm sorry, she lost her memory when she came, she doesn't remember anyone but me." said Galinda, "The only thing that will bring her memories back is if she relives her best memory ever." Galinda would've thought that seeing Fiyero would bring Elphaba's memory back, just like that, but it didn't happen.

"Elphaba, please, I'm begging you..." Fiyero said desperately, tears creeping into his eyes.

"I--" Elphaba didn't know what to say. Suddenly, she felt Fiyero's lips on hers. He was kissing her. She started to pull away, until she saw millions of images flash through her mind. Fiyero was in every image, they were together. She remembered everything. She saw more than Fiyero, she remembered her whole life. She saw Nessa, Boq, Galinda, Fiyero, Frex, the Wizard, Morrible, Lucas, Avaric, everyone and everything. So that was it, she had her life back. She could remember everything. She could remember Mark. Damn it, Mark. He loved her. But Elphaba knew now that she loved Fiyero. She felt Fiyero pull away abruptly, or rather, he was pushed away by an angry Mark.

"Get off her!" Mark yelled. He stood up, glaring at Fiyero. But Fiyero was staring at Elphaba.

"Do you remember?" he asked softly.

"I remember, Yero." Elphaba whispered, smiling softly at him. Fiyero smiled back, relief flooding his face. He was about to kiss her again, when he felt a sharp sting to his face. He looked up and saw Mark. Fiyero felt anger course through him. He stood up and faced Mark.

"Look--" Fiyero began.

"No, you," Mark said, "Who do you think you are? You think you can just come in and—and take her?!"

"She loves me!" Fiyero said defensively, shoving Mark. Mark shoved Fiyero back.

"Ooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh!" Maureen began, Mimi, Roger, Collins and Angel followed, Joanne rolled her eyes, but eventually joined in. Soon enough, Mark and Fiyero were on the ground, rolling about, kicking and punching each other, shouting obscenities to one another.

"Stop!" Elphaba cried, "Please, stop!" a flash of red and she saw a small amount of blood. Elphaba yelled at them to stop, but they wouldn't. Mark's nose was bleeding, but to his credit, he'd manage to cut Fiyero's lip. Elphaba went to the bathroom to find a first aid kit. Fiyero and Mark stopped short when they heard a scream. They backed away from each other and went to go after Elphaba, panic written on their faces. They both froze as they saw Elphaba being pushed out of the bathroom. She stumbled but Raman caught her. He held her to him and pressed his blade to her neck.

"Now, there's two ways this can go. She can live, or she can die." said Raman, pressing the blade sharper into her skin.