They left Shiz in secret, Glinda huddling against the prince against the cold. He didn't mind much, but as they quickly walked on, her blonde bobbles got in the way. Fiyero bought tickets at the train station, and they sat together on a hard bench.
"This is kind of spooky," Glinda whined, resting her head on Fiyero's shoulder. "It's so early in the morning, and it's not light yet."
"Look at the stars," Fiyero smiled and buried his face into her hair. He gently kissed her forehead. He pulled back to smile at her adorable face, and kissed her nose.
"Your dating Elphie, silly!" Glinda giggled. It was a bit relaxing to hear her laugh.
Fiyero felt like he was talking to a child. "When I was a little boy, my dad would tell me to look at the stars at night. If there wasn't any, the stars were sleeping. I was supposed to bid them goodnight." He smiled and rubbed Glinda's cold hands in his warmer ones.
"It was his way of telling me bad things were just good things in disguise." He looked into her childlike eyes. Maybe someday, he'd have a child of his own. Maybe he would marry Elphaba…
He shook her out of his worried head. She didn't belong in such a sad, scary place.
Glinda's eyebrows furrowed. "So…Elphie being kidnapped is just a good thing in disguise?"
Well…
Fiyero just smiled and looked up at the stars with her. Sometimes he felt like a father to her. He felt protective and scared for her. Not to be rude, but her mind wasn't always that bright, but lately she'd been a bit wise. He felt like he needed to keep her out of danger.
The train arrived, and as they boarded, Fiyero saw Shiz's school police looking around.
"Glinda," he whispered. "I want you to go find a spot. Now."
"Fiy—"
"Now!"
She understood his urgent tone, and sped off. He took one look back, and one of the cop's eyes locked with his. He looked back at his group, and pointed to Fiyero.
The Arjiki prince bolted away, searching for a head of blonde curls in his refuge.
The cops would take him away, all the way back to Shiz. But he wouldn't let them, ever. He wanted to find Elphaba at all costs. If the cops were looking for anything, it should have been the kidnappers, not him.
He found Glinda and covered them in his jacket. The appearance on the outside would've made them look like a couple kissing in secret.
The school cops passed, and Fiyero heard on of them huff. "Alright, men. The Tiggular boy and the blond lass came this way, I swear it. We'll ride on for the night. Grum, go get tickets."
Fiyero heard heavy footsteps padding away, and another gruff voice spoke. "Why're we after the princey boy anyway, Cap'n?"
"Because he's a prince, you idiot," The first voice snapped. "He's worth thousands. I work with his parents as the entertainer. I came to Shiz to follow him."
Glinda felt Fiyero stiffen.
"So, you want to find him before he finds the girl we took?"
"Yes. It's all according to plan. The little green girl's is being excruciated all night. I want to make the meeting they have realistic."
The footsteps walked away, but Glinda caught the terrible laughter the men shared.
"Fiyero…" Her voice came out shaky. "What does excrucibated mean?"
"Excruciated." Fiyero's eyes closed. He wouldn't cry. Not in front of her. "It means to afflict or put dolor on someone."
He opened his eyes to meet Glinda's blue sad and confused ones.
Fiyero took a deep breath and gave her a sad look. "To torture. Elphie's being tortured."
Glinda had finally fallen asleep on his arm, snuggled up and her eyes squeezed shut. When Fiyero had been with her that usually meant she was having a nightmare. He gently kissed her forehead, and she stirred a little, then snuggled up to him again and fell asleep in a more relaxed state.
The train chugged on through the night, and a rare lulling arose from the wheels. Fiyero smiled and gazed out at the stars.
Elphaba was with him, singing and running beside him. Where were they going? She took his hand, and led him through the dark woods. She sat him down, running her hands over his chest, and gently pushed his shirt off. Her lips came to attack him, and he struggled for escape.
"Don't." he told her. "I miss you too much. Don't make me remember this." She smiled sweetly and kissed everywhere on his face—his nose, his cheeks, his forehead…
She moved in for his lips, and he felt all restraint leave him. He hauled her against him, devouring her and consuming all her love in a heavy whirlwind of bliss. It was almost too much, to be here with her, that his thoughts became fuzzy…
Desire seeped into his heart, attacking his every thought, word, and deed…
She pulled away and smiled blissfully.
"Fiyero!"
Fiyero's eyes opened to see a pretty face in front of him with fizzy blonde curls.
"Fiyero, it's morning. Is this our stop?" She moved aside so Fiyero could see out the window.
"Yeah. Just let me wake up." Fiyero rubbed his eyes and sighed.
"Were you dreaming?" Glinda's head cocked to the side. "I didn't know you dreamed."
"Sometimes I do, it's nothing." Fiyero shrugged and started to pack up their things.
"Were you dreaming…about her?" Glinda's mouth tilted in a smirk.
"I...uh…Help me with these suitcases." Fiyero's cheeks burned a little. The way Glinda had said it had made it sound childlike and frivolous to dream about his love
"OH!" Glinda jumped over to him, and nudged his arm with her elbow. "What were you guys doing? Was I there?"
"We weren't…I wasn't…ugh! Fine. We were having this big party with pink ribbons. And you were there, and you brought out a big cake."
Glinda broke into a large smile. "Really?"
"Yep." Fiyero took her hand and moved through the crowd of people getting off.
"Fiyero…" Glinda stiffened and pointed to the back of the train. "Are those the guys that are trying to get us?"
Fiyero glanced back, and saw the men spot him and start to dart over. Fiyero took Glinda's hand and pushed through the crowd.
They darted from the train and ran into the town.
Whatever they were about to face, Fiyero thought, it was going to be excruciating.