For disclaimer and other stuff, see part 1.

Chapter 2

Fiyero had trouble sleeping. He was tossing and turning in his bed back at Shiz.

Unable to get back to sleep he got up and looked outside, up to the western sky.

Something was wrong. Two days had gone by since Elphaba and Glinda's departure to the Emerald City. He hoped that Elphaba had finally found the place where she belonged. He knew that she always wanted to belong somewhere. He longed for her to come back.

Ever since the incident with the lion cub his heart fluttered every time he thought about her, about his friend. He liked her. Loved her, even. Their relationship was a secret, no one knew about them being together. They wanted to tell Glinda after Glinda and Elphaba returned from the Emerald City.

He must have fallen back asleep because the next thing he knew was Boq running into his room and telling him something horrible.

"Last night there was an uproar in the Emerald Citiy. A witch tried to attack the Wizard."

"A witch? What about Elphaba and Glinda? Are they safe?"

"Glinda is."

"And Elphaba? What about her?"

"I am sorry. But the witch-" Boq stopped. He didn't know how he should tell Fiyero the truth about her. He still couldn't believe it either. "Elphaba is the witch. The Wicked Witch of the West." Boq continued.

Elphaba was the Wicked Witch. She was now the enemy of OZ. Fiyero couldn't believe what Boq had told him. His Elphaba. Never. He needed to talk to her. He needed her to tell him that everyone was lying, that she wasn't wicked. No. She couldn't be. Not his Elphaba. Never.

He needed to find her, to talk to her, to hold her and never let her go.

But where was she? Hiding somewhere. Once she had told him about a place by a lake, somewhere in Quadlingland. Yes. She could be there. Or not. She could be everywhere in OZ. Elphaba was now able to fly. She had defied gravity.

Fiyero knew that he would travel and search for her. He wouldn't rest, not until he had talked to her.

And the next night he went searching for her. Searching for the Wicked Witch. Everyone in OZ was out, looking for the enemy. But he, Fiyero, was the only one who loved her, who wanted to keep her safe and not hurt her. The witch-hunters wanted to capture her. Everyone believed Madame Morrible. She told the Ozians all the lies about Elphaba. He knew that they were lies but everyone else believed her, the wizards Press Secretary.

After he had traveled for two days Fiyero had arrived at an abandonded cabin somewhere in Quadlingland. Yes. That cabin looked the same as Elphaba had described him, her favourite place. But it still looked abandoned. Not that someone occupied it now or had in a long time. She wasn't here. He had to continue looking for her.

Defeated he sat down by the lake. Soon he would start searching for his love again.

"Yero." he heard a voice behind himself. Using the nickname Elphaba had given to him. She called him Yero when they were alone. And he called her Fae. His Fae.

But as he whirled he was alone. The voice had been a figment of his imagination.

"Fae, where are you?" he muttered.

What Fiyero didn't know was that Elphaba was in Quadlingland, hidden in the woods, observing her friend. She wasn't sure if she should reveal herself. She would only endanger her friend. Even when her mind was telling her to stay hidden she couldn't. She had to say goodbye.

"I am here." She said as she walked towards him.

Surprised at hearing her voice he stood up. Elphaba was really here, not only in his imagination. She was real.

And before she had a chance to say anymore Fiyero had already gathered her in his arms, embrancing her.

"Oh Fae. I couldn't believe when Boq told me what happend in the Emerald City. I couldn't believe that you are evil. Please, tell me that he was lying. Tell me that everything is all right. Please."

Elphaba sighed.

"It's true?"

"I am sorry Yero."

They sat down by the lake on a rock, staring at the water, both lost in their thoughts, not saying anything. Words weren't needed. They could communicate without words.

"A lot on your mind?" He finally broke the silence.

"Kind of. Just a lot of things that I can't talk about," she said looking up at Fiyero, "At least not yet."

He nodded, but Elphaba could see that he didn't understand. She turned to face him and forced him to look at her.

"It's nothing that would hurt what we had. Our relationship. It's stuff that involves me, my life. And the more people involved, the more danger that could be placed on those people. And I don't want to put you in any danger."

"Whatever it is, I'm going to be involved. You can't stop me, Fae, because I love you," Fiyero said placing a hand on her cheek.

Elphaba desperatly looked for a way to make him understand without scaring him away. She couldn't just tell him the truth. Or could she? Maybe he would understand.

"I guess it's time you know the truth." Elphaba started.

"Truth?"

"Yero, promise me, that you let me finish my story before you judge me or my actions."

"Sure."

"Promise me."

"I promise."

"You know what happened in the Emerald City. Just once, once I thought I have a place where I belonged. For one day I believed that I belong the Emerald City. Everything was green. No one cared that I was, too. Back in Shiz, I was the outcast, the green freak. I had only a few friends: you and Glinda and Boq. That's it. My father hated me because I am green. He hates me because I am responsible for my mother's death and Nessa sitting in the wheelchair. I wanted to be loved and accepted. But what they, Morrible and the Wizard, asked me to do… Yero, I couldn't. I couldn't do it. It is wrong. Animals have to be free, to be able to speak, not be enslaved. That's why I did it, that's why I defied the Wizard. I vowed back in the Emerald City to do anything to stop him and I will continue until one of us is dead."

Fiyero didn't know what he could or should say. He loved her for who she was. He loved the woman he met back in Shiz: the one who believed that Animals are equal.