A/N: Wow, I have never made it past 12 chapters for any of my fanfics. Thank you guyz for being so supportive of my story, however many pitchforks you wanted to throw at me *glances nervously at Maddy* Though it seems 13 ain't a very lucky number for me, considering how crappy this chapter turned out - at least I thought it was.

woodland59: I don't exactly not like Fiyeraba, just not as big a fan of it. I'm a proud Christine-basher, and actually a Dorothy-supporter (Even though i still make her look bad, I loved her in Out of Oz).


"You did what?!"

"Elphaba, I - " Fiyero was cut off by a punch in the face.

"Just because we had a one-night stand doesn't mean you can take my stuff!" shrieked Elphaba.

"Fae, listen to me - " He fell silent as Elphaba socked him once more.

"What exactly did he take?" asked Glinda curiously, entering the room. "By the way, I've locked Dorothy in the guest room, if you don't mind."

"As long as it's far from here - " started Fiyero, but got another slap in the face.

"Don't try to avoid this conversation, Fiyero Tigelaar," Elphaba growled. "No one gets away with taking my mother's bottle."

"You took Elphie's bottle?!" screamed Glinda. Saying no more, she glided across the room and swiftly smacked him on the cheek.

"Will you quit that!" yelled Fiyero, nursing his cheek. "Just because I can't feel any pain doesn't mean you can just take advantage of it - Glin...what are you doing? "

Elphaba turned to stare at the blonde, who's face was now screwed up and mouth uttering unintelligible words. "Glin..."

She advanced no more than one step, when there was a blast of magic that sent her flying backwards, a burst of light blinding her. The light eventually dimmed, but before her eyes could even readjust, she heard a slap and a 'ouch!'

"Now I can really smack you for real," she heard Glinda say triumphantly.

"What in the name of Nikidik's knickers just happened?" Elphaba demanded, rubbing her sore eyes. Once they gradually adjusted back to the poor lighting of the room, she found herself staring at a grinning Glinda, and a...human Fiyero. With chestnut hair falling over his face, shining blue eyes that sparkled like the ocean, tall well-built stature and all.

"Sweet Oz," he gasped, examining his fingers. "Glinda, before I start smothering you in kisses, please tell me what the heck just happened."

"Well, I spent some time reading when Elphie was in a coma..." she began shyly.

"Glinda Upland, reading?" gasped Elphaba, feigning surprise. "I never thought I'd hear those two terms together in a sentence. And what exactly did you read?"

"The Grimmerie."

"What?" Elphaba felt her breath hitch in her throat. "You can read it? Oh Glinda that's...that's amazing!"

"It took me an hour to figure out one word though," said Glinda, somewhat discontentedly, "Whereas you can figure out a spell in half a minute. I spent forever learning that spell."

"A spell that actually does good!" said Elphaba, running over and kissing Fiyero on the lips. It was nice to feel the soft sensual touch again, that warm joy of the flesh. She felt Fiyero's tongue begin to grow restless, but a indignant clearing of throat forced it back into the owner.

"Erm...can you guys spare me and do me a favor?" asked Glinda, her voice trembling. "And not french kiss right in front of me!" She might have accepted their relationship, but it didn't mean her heart was fully healed yet.

Elphaba drew back in haste, not wanting to hurt her best friend more, muttering a quick sheepish apology, before Fiyero saw her green fist flying towards him again. Glinda couldn't resist the tug at the corner of her lips as his yelp of pain escaped.

"Ow! I thought we were over this!"

"Oh Glinda, you were right, it feels good to be able to actually sock him again," said Elphaba. "Now, where were we? Oh right, my mother's bottle!" She raised her fist once more, but this time Fiyero grabbed her wrist before it met his face.

"Elphaba, listen to me," he said sternly. "I know you're mad, but I have my reasons."

Elphaba stepped back and crossed her arms. "Alright, let's hear them then."

"Hold just a clock tick," interrupted Glinda. "Since I only just arrived, can I hear from the beginning?"

Fiyero cleared his throat nervously. "Well, it wasn't very long after Boq had steadied Elphaba's condition. I went to collect all her stuff that were strewn all over the room floor, and when I picked up the hat...well...you know what fell out of it." Elphaba's eye twitched irritably, as did her hands, as if she could strangle Fiyero any minute now.

"I do?" asked Glinda.

"Yes, a bottle green elixir. I've only seen one other before yours...when I was still Captain of the Guard."

"You have?" asked Elphaba, raising an eyebrow.

"He always carries this green bottle around when he attends conferences, exactly the same one as yours, Elphaba." The green witch visibly paled, not liking where this was leading.

"That's right..." added Glinda, her brow furrowing as if trying to remember something. "He's offered me some of it too."

"No...that's not possible Fiyero," said Elphaba, shaking her head. "There are probably many productions of that same green bottle."

Fiyero shrugged. "Maybe there is, but when I presented the bottle to him and told him of your connection to it, he cried, 'Melena!' and rose his arms as if to claw down the ceiling upon him. I'd had my early conclusions, Elphaba, about your skin and ability to read the Grimmerie so easily and all, I just needed to confirm them, so I presented the bottle to the Wizard."

"Since when did you have so much time to think, Fifi?" asked Glinda.

"Since I took that boring arduous trip down that damn long Yellow Brick Road. I still hate the Wizard for ordering an expansion of it, and yet giving no credit to the now rotting bones of those that had died building it."

"Since when did you know so much history?" asked Glinda in awe, as if she were seeing the man in a different light for the first time in forever.

"Since I started to try and impress Miss Elphaba," he said, without thinking, not realizing his mistake that stung Glinda's raw heart. Elphaba, however, noticed the tint of silver in Glinda eyes that were her tears, and wrapped a protective arm around her best friend.

"Fiyero, we aren't here to let you flaunt your knowledge on history," she said, hoping the man would get the hint. She made a mental note to talk to him about his empathy quotient later. Then she swallowed hard before asking, "What exactly did you conclude about me?" Fiyero shifted uncomfortably. The air was thick with tension, but everyone knew they had to get this over with now or never.

"You're a child of two realms, Fae," he said softly.

"What?!" Elphaba nearly blasted poor Glinda's eardrums with her sudden outburst.

"Your parents are from different realms, Elphaba," he repeated.

"That's impossible!" cried Elphaba. "Frexspar and Melena are both from Oz!"

"You're missing the point here, Fae," said Fiyero, as Glinda attempted to placate the agitated woman. "The Wizard saw the bottle, and he recognized it. He left because of you, Elphaba."

"What?" Whatever color that had been left drained from the girl's face.

"He left because he couldn't bear the thought that he'd 'killed' his own daughter."

There was deathly silence in the room for the next minute. Glinda and Fiyero both watched with dreaded anticipation as expressions flashed across her green face, all too fast and too dense to read her inner thoughts.

Then she spoke. "Yero?"

Fiyero took a tentative step forward. "Yes, Fae?"

"If I die, make sure that sick bastard stays away from my funeral."

Then within the next second, she was out cold.