So I haven't updated in ages, but I have a REALLY good excuse – GCSE English and tech a year early is hard, you know? Also, TheatreTrain and DDC and KYDZ, my three drama groups are taking up loads of my time, and dancing is still as hectic as ever. Also, I got grounded, turned emo, got back to normal then caught a cold. Before that I fell for some guy who broke my heart. BUT I JUST BOUGHT SON OF A WITCH FOR 54p ON AMAZON!!!

For obsessive-elphaba, cause she dedicated her last chapter of Freak Magnet to me. At least, I think she did. :D Love ya honeybear

Disclaimer: Ain't mine. Sadders for me.

"What?" Fiyero repeated her own words, though he wasn't quite sure why.

"you called me 'Elphie'." Fae looked disgusted. She pushed him away, aiming quite well for his chest despite the fact she couldn't see. "I am not your precious little 'Elphie', okay? She is dead. She died. She's not coming back, ever!"

That hurt. Despite being told seven years ago that the girl he loved was dead, he never actually let it sink in – he just pushed it to the side, filling the important 'thinking' part of his head with parties. Fae's words cut in deep.

"I'm sorry, your highness," Fae's voice was still hard. "But I'm not, and never will be 'Elphie'."

Fiyero just nodded, forgetting she couldn't see him. Fae took his silence as rejection or denial, and started to walk away, swallowing hard, when the prince's voice caught her off guard; "Why are you so... bitter?"

"Bitter?" Fae turned slowly. "My parents were killed in front of me. I was told they weren't my parents. My little sister is paralyzed from the waist down. I'm Wicked. Why shouldn't I be bitter?"

"Because you still have a sister. And Boq." Fiyero watched as the soft expression on Fae's face turned into a scowl.

"Oh yes, lucky me!" She snarled, taking him slightly off guard. "A sister who relies on me, who can't even get back into bed once she's had a nightmare. She has Boq and I both doting on her, but, me, can I see? No! Do I get help? No! The day you found me, when I nearly got us both killed, Boq was meant to be watching me, so I didn't go the wrong way and end up in the road – which I did. He loves my sister, my stupid sister, and I can't live my life all because of her!"

"If you don't like your sister-"

Fae's voice became high-pitched and scary. "I love my sister. I spent the first two years of my blinded life trying to sneak off to find the Wizard of Oz so he could give her her ability to walk back!" She laughed hysterically.

"The Wizard of Oz?" Slowly, ever so slowly, a plan, a smart plan began to break through the walls of stupid inside Fiyero's brain. Why hadn't he thought of it before? "We... we could go see the Wizard. Use my carriage."

"Why would you do that?" Fae frowned at him.

"Because...he can help you," Fiyero sat down suddenly, grabbing Fae's wrist so she came with him, with a surprised yelp. "And eh can help me too."

Fae, facing the wrong direction, raised her eyebrows. "You? You have everything!"

"No, I really don't." Fiyero replied, a little snappishly. Fae caught on to the tone of his voice. "I'm being forced into marriage. Who wants that?"

Fae felt her heart give a little twinge, but she didn't know why. "No one." She murmuered softly. Fiyero didn't hear her.

"So, do you want to? Run away to meet the Wonderful Wizard of Oz?" his sudden change of voice made Fae start. Without realising it, she leaned in to him a little, the adventure in his tone pulling her in.

"Yes," she breathed.

His next words shocked her – not because of what she said, but how close to her face he was. "Then all we have to do is get rid of Avaric." And suddenly he was gone, mking her wrist where his hand had been feel cold and her heart unexplainably lonely.

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Getting Avaric to agree to take him away to the Emerald City in the dead of night had been easy. Getting him to agree to take Fae too had been harder.

"What if she dyes the seat green?" he had moaned, but, as the carriage didn't belong to him, this wasn't really a good excuse.

So that was how they ended up sneaking past Boq and Rose (who had fallen asleep in each other's arms after Nessa had been consoled) and ending up where they were now – in the back of the carriage, with Avaric grumbling as he urged the horses on and Fae nodding off to sleep against the side of the wall.

Fiyero gave a quiet groan when he saw Fae's sleeping form – the sun had just begun to rise and he wanted to talk about the plan to meet the Wizard. He knew it would take about a week to get to the Emerald City – and then who knows how long it could take before they were granted an audience with the Wizard. He also knew that a week was long enough for his parents to get worried when there was no word from him and send someone to look for him. He didn't know, however, how Boq and Rose would react, and he needed Fae to tell him so he could be sure how many precautions to take.

Deciding to wake her, and get whatever insults she would throw at him for it over and done with (for somewhere between him leaving her on the floor and sneaking out of the warehouse, she had decided to hate him), he turned to her again.

At that moment, the sun peeked out from behind the horizon, oranges, pinks and reds illuminating the sky in a whirl of colour. The glow it sent out fell on Fae, highlighting her shimmery black hair that was knotted and bedraggled and making it shine, her soft fingers pressed against the wall to support herself in her sleep, her dark eyelashes that rested gently on her cheeks.

Fiyero tilted his head to the side, smiling slightly. Being as careful and quiet as he could he pulled her away from the wall so she was against his body. A small moan of protest passed from her mouth, but she slept on as he laid her along the seat of the carriage, putting a pillow under her head. She gave a little sigh and rolled over so she was facing him as he sat opposite her.

They could talk later.

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So, review?

Ooh, and if you would, could you maybe check out my Rent/Wicked X-Over called The Bench? Cause I'd like to continue it, but if there aren't many reviewers there isn't a point :/

But anyways, thank for reading

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