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Chapter 3

Elphaba tried to get some rest, but sleep fled from behind her closed lids. All that lingered was a persistent, unsettled feeling that she simply couldn't shrug off.

She couldn't stay in bed. All her tossing and turning would wake Fiyero. He needed to sleep.

Yesterday they had sat outside together. They had talked. Really talked. Fiyero had accepted her choices. She knew that they, the Gale Force, Morrible and the Wizard, wouldn't stop until she was captured and killed. And anyone who was helping her would get hurt too. Elphaba had begged Fiyero to leave her, to stay safe.

Their earlier conversation played in her mind:

"Please. Fiyero, promise me that you will leave me. You are going to die if you don't leave me. They won't stop until I am gone and they will hurt everyone I hold dear. I would go crazy if I know that you got hurt because of me, because we love eachother."

"I love you, and therefore it's my job to stick by your side. Don't argue with me, you can't win this one" Fiyero said determined.

He positioned himself so that he was facing her. He tipped her chin up so that she was looking him in the eyes.

"I'm scared Fiyero," she admitted.

He sighed and whispered, "I know you are Fae, but I'll be here with you through it, no matter what you decide to do."

Elphaba stayed there in his arms for a long time, letting his comforting embrace take hold of her.

Elphaba knew that she had to keep him safe. She would leave at sunrise while he was still sleeping. She wouldn't say goodbye. It would hurt too much.

Meanwhile Fiyero woke to an empty bed. He should have known that she would leave, that he would wake up and Elphaba would be gone. He didn't know that she was still outside.

"Oh Fae. Why did you leave me? I thought we would stay together." He muttered as he got out of bed.

They had spent the night together. Elphaba had wanted to memorize everything about Fiyero, the curve of his neck, the swell of his muscles, the feeling of his hair between her fingers, everything.

When he had taken her in his arms she had already known that it would be the last time. The last time they made love.

To say he was suprised as he walked outside and saw Elphaba standing there, bathed in the moonlight, would have been an understatment.

"Fae," he whispered.

He went up behind her to put his arms around her waist and his head on her shoulder, pressing his cheek to her.

"You are still here. For a moment I thought you were gone," he stated.

"I will be soon," she whispered, unable to look at him.

"No, stay with me. We'll go into hiding, together. Nothing and no one can tear us apart."

"I wish it would be that easy. But I can't let you get hurt."

"I won't," he answered.

She suddenly turned so that they were facing eachother and, before she could think, move, or breathe, he wrapped his arms around her neck, pulled her close to him, and captured her lips in a long, passionate, sizzling kiss.

Elphaba didn't hesitate to meet the tidal wave of raw need and passion that Fiyero's kiss was igniting in her. Their tongues dueled as the kiss grew more intense. When the need for oxygen finally forced them apart, Fiyero drew back just enough to take Elphaba's head in his hands gently. Her eyes were still closed and Fiyero tilted his head down to place light kisses on first one eyelid, then the other.

When he lifted his head again, she opened her eyes, and all he could see there was love and desire, the same love and desire he felt.

He gently stroked her cheeks with his thumbs.

"I will love you, forever. I will. I will never forget the woman I love with heart and soul. I will never forget you and the love I feel for you. I love you, forever. And no one else." He promised her.

They stayed like this for a couple more minutes. Then they had to let go.

"I have to go," she stated.

"Will we see eachother again?"

Elphaba couldn't answer. She knew that now was the moment to say goodbye, forever.

She picked up her broom and before she mounted it to fly up to the western sky she looked back for one last time.

Maybe they would see eachother again. If not. They would always be able to remember the time they had spent together.