WARNING!

THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER CONTAINS A BROTHEL, WHICH BRINGS IN SEXUAL THEMES

VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!

A/N: I don't know who I should be afraid for more when they encountered Wendy, Fiyero or Elphaba. Oz only knows... Anyway, this chapter was supposed to be a little longer but I decided to cut it just so I could post it today. I hope you enjoy it, despite the warning I gave above.

Just Me: Yeah, I can definitely imagine Elphaba and Wendy clashing. It's not a pretty sight...

Fae'sFlower: Oh, you have no idea... *Cringes* Well, I can imagine the original Elphaba clashing with Wendy a lot, not so sure about my version of Elphaba, though. Also, Wendy's not a werewolf. If you remember in the first chapter it said she looked like a walking skeleton. I'm pretty sure the description didn't mention about her having any hair XD But don't worry, we'll find out what she is in the next chapter!

The Brothel Encounter

It didn't take Jo long to realize that something was wrong with Wendy. Ever since that incident at the Engagement Party Wendy has been steadily growing more paranoid; she refused to go on her hunts and would only eat when Jo manages to bribe the chiefs into giving him raw meat, she would growl at anyone she was unfamiliar with, and she's always looking off into the distance more often than she used too. Jo could probably understand why she was acting weird - she nearly lost him to a chandelier so it would make sense she would get clingy after a while - but he couldn't stand her not taking care of herself in the way she's supposed too. He knew that she was desperately hungry - no matter how much she claims she can control it he knew that her species will always be hungry - and to see her starving herself made him draw the line in the sand.

So he decided to go on a night out in the Emerald City with her.

"Trust me, Wendy, you'll thank me later," Jo grumbled as he dragged her across the streets by her arms. Even though he knew that Wendy would just lift him off the ground whenever she wanted too, it still didn't stop him. Thankfully, the deformed human let him lead her way through the crowded streets, despite her previous protests.

They finally found the place they were spending their night out; The Emerald's Cove. It was a small tavern near the outskirts of the city. The sign actually had a gigantic glowing emerald on top of the building so Jo was almost blinded by that bright light until he brought his hand up to cover his eyes. He could hear Wendy grumbling from behind him.

"Okay, so we're not off to a good start," he admitted, which made Wendy snort at that. "Hey, don't be so pessimistic before we even get there, Wendy! You'll like it there, they have this new drink called Butterbeer and I hear it tastes really good. Besides, you need something else to drink other than that plain lake water."

Another snort from her but she didn't protest as she and Jo entered the tavern and immediately took their seats at the bar near the tavern. The sight was kind of awkward, though, since Wendy was technically eight feet tall and her knees practically reached her chest. Thankfully, no one inside the tavern even bothered to comment on it.

A tall man from behind the counter walked over to them. "What can I get you?" It sounded like he rehearsed it so many times that he became tired of hearing it from his own mouth.

"Two cups of butterbeer, please," Jo ordered, which the man nod too before going off to prepare their drinks. "Can you have one of the cups be extra large?"

The man didn't say anything as he disappeared into another room.

Wendy grumbled after watching a man stumble out of his chair, completely drunk. Why are we here again?

"I thought we deserved the night out, Wendy," he told her. "We've been practicing our act for the Wedding non-stop these past few days. You know the Animal Master recommended this place because of all the new butterbeer.

She turned her head into his direction and he could see her milky white eyes underneath the hood. Is that really the best lie you can come up with?

"Okay, you got me," Jo sighs. "Wendy, I know you're afraid of something like the chandelier to happen again, but I'm fine. Really. You don't have to act so paranoidly all the time. I'm sure that whoever caused the chandelier to fall won't make the same thing happened twice."

You'd be surprised at how stupid humans can get nowadays.

He couldn't argue with her on that. The eleven-year-old decided to drop the conversation when he saw the bartender coming back with one small pint in one hand and a very large mug in the other. Each cup was slowly dripping with what looked like to be some sort of cream soda and foam. The large mug was apparently dripping more than the other.

"Here ya go," the man grumbled as he slid the drinks over to them - Jo tried to ignore the way his drink spilled a little bit on the counter. "Two drinks of butterbeer. Let's hope your friend's stomach can handle all that butterscotch." With that, the man left to attend another customer.

Wendy had taken the mug into her large hand and stare at it in disdain. What in Oz's name is this?

"It's butterbeer, Wendy," Jo said, taking a sip from his pint - he shuddered slightly at the cold feeling of slightly sticky butterscotch running down his throat, thank Oz it wasn't alcoholic. "It's supposed to taste like butterscotch. It's very sweet."

Wendy didn't make any further movements other than staring at the bubbling substance that was within her hands. He thought he might have to actually buy water when Wendy's other hand reached for her mask and placed it on the counter. Jo watched with anticipation as Wendy brought the mug up to her lipless mouth and took a sip out of the sticky drink. She dragged her pale purple tongue across her deformed teeth to try and fully process the strange sensation in her mouth.

"So, what do you think?" Jo asked after a while. Wendy didn't say anything. He couldn't even guess what she was thinking since she was doing that face again. The kind of face she would use to hide what she was feeling. Whenever she does that face Jo could never fully figure out what she's actually thinking.

He thought he fell victim once again to his friend's stupid hubris when he saw Wendy slowly lifted the mug back to her mouth out of the corner of his eyes.

"Finally decided to swallow your pride, huh?" Jo gave her a knowing smile. The deformed human grumbled in annoyance once she realized that she was caught. It was so rare for Wendy to let go of her pride and Jo had never really found the source of that, but when she does it usually wasn't a pretty sight. Thankfully, Jo was the one to make her let go of her pride so now she's just really grumpy.

Jo would have laughed at her expression if it weren't for the insanely loud music that was suddenly pounding in his ears. Yelping, Jo whipped his head around to find the source of the music only to find a group of men at the back of the Tavern. One of them was playing trombone quite horribly, but all the others didn't seem to mind as they flopped around like fishes out of the water. Even a blind person could tell that these people were drunk and that one blind person wasn't like the noise any more than he does.

"Aren't you gonna do something about them?" Jo demanded to that same bartender when they walked by. "They're practically causing a riot!" Wendy snarled in agreement.

The bartender was caught off guard by the sudden snarl from Wendy but shook it off. "Kid, things like this always happen," he explains. "Besides, don't you know who one of those men are?"

"Should that even matter?" Jo bites back.

"That there is Fiyero Tiggular," the man continued as if he didn't hear him. "That prince with the reputation with the ladies. Heard he's getting married to the Princess of Oz so his friends are throwing him a bachelor party. Not that can I blame since that Princess isn't exactly easy to be with."

Jo watched with narrowed eyes as the man walks away. "That still doesn't give him and his friends the right to act like ravenous squirrels!" The man ignored him and went off to tender another customer.

Jo sighs before he turned his head to face the party animals and his face turns into a disgusted grimace once he realized which man was Fiyero Tiggular. "You know something, Wendy," he spoke, catching the humanoid's attention. "I envied you for being blind. And that's because you don't have to see grown men wearing tight white pants."

Wendy's eyes shone with confusion. Another thing he could envy her about was her lack of fashion sense - unless you count her picky moments when they go shopping. He took another look at the Prince and his crusaders and his eyes widen when he saw three women that were dressed as strippers and "dancing" around those men.

"Uh..." Jo shook the same bartender's arm when he passed by. "Why are there strippers here?" Wendy heard the trembled in his voice and took a look at the place where she saw those baboons. Her eyes slowly widen in horror once she saw feminine figures doing that horrible body language amongst those masculine figures. How dare they relish in that horrendous act in front of her little boy!

"You didn't know?" The man looked genuinely shocked at Jo's expression. "The Emerald's Cove isn't just some Tavern, boy, it's a brothel. I thought you would have-"

He was caught off when Jo unexpectedly began to cough. They started out small and simple before they gradually turned into loud hacks that Wendy had to slap his back hard to try and get him to breathe normally. Eventually, he started to breathe normally again but that didn't last long when Jo suddenly began to gag as a familiar stab of pain shot through his stomach, only this time the pain doubled from his last episode.

"Is he alright?" The bartender looked genuinely concerned once he saw the boy began to gasp from the amount of pain he was in. "Should I go call a doctor-?" He jumps when Wendy actually shrieked at him before she made an arm gesture for him to move along and don't bothered with them again.

"I really think he needs to go see a-!" He was nearly knocked down to the ground when Wendy suddenly grabs him by the arm and shoves him aside with such force he never thought was possible for someone her size. He finally understood the message and scurried away from them as fast as possible.

The moment she saw that horrid man who allowed something like this happened to her little boy walk out of her sights she immediately reached into her cloak and brought out that jar of milk she kept in store in case little Jo would have an episode out of nowhere. After yanking the cap off she shoved it into his mouth, keeping his head in place so he could down all the medicine he needs.

It was only a few seconds she could feel him tapping her quite rapidly and she finally let the jar out of his mouth, watching how he took breaths. Whether it be from downing his medicine too fast or being relieved from the pain he was in, Wendy didn't take the time to dwell on it was she screwed the cap back on and put the jar back in her cloak.

"You know something, Wendy," Jo finally spoke after finding his voice once again. "I got to teach you to be gentler because sometimes I think you're lying when you said you have control over your own strength!"

Wendy rolled her eyes at that. She knew her own strength, she just wants to get her own message to the pain across. The sounds of sultry laughter immediately reminded her of why her little boy got an episode in the first place and it was because of that DISGUSTING act! Oh, when she gets her claws into their empty heads she'll-!

"Oh, no you don't!" Jo instantly realized what she was planning to do and quickly grabbed her arm before she could go anywhere. "Don't even think about it, Wendy! They don't even know me and it was my fault for overreacting!"

She wanted to protest that what happened wasn't an overreaction. Jo had no control over his reaction and the caused of it was COMPLETELY out of his own hands. But even if he did understand what she was actually saying, Wendy doubt he would even listen to her so she just slumped back down onto the stool with slumped shoulders.

Jo sighs - this night wasn't going the way he planned it. He was supposed to calm Wendy's nerves from that whole fiasco at the Engagement Party but he only seemed to increase it tenfold. He should have known the Animal Master would go to a brothel - if his behavior with the female dancers should have told him enough - so it was his own fault for not fully checking The Emerald's Cove properly. Why couldn't he do anything right?

"Stop it!"

The two friends whipped their heads around to the so-called party group when they heard that feminine voice cried out. One of the strippers was on the lap of one of those men but she didn't look too happy when that man began to touch her in places that shouldn't be mentioned.

"What's the matter, babe?" The drunk man asked with a smirk. "Worried you might not get the full version of the Tenmeadows Treatment? Well, don't worry, Avaric's gotcha covered..."

"I just had my appendix taken out, you prick!" The lady shouted, trying to get out of the man's grip. "I shouldn't even be on common room duty tonight! Let me go!"

She was then roughly grabbed by her chin and was turned to face the man's face with his horrible alcoholic breath as his eyes darkened. "You wanna know what I hate?" He asks while his voice drops dangerously low. "It's girls not doing what they're supposed to be doing!"

When he saw him slapped the poor lady right to the ground and watched as his friends laughed and cheered him on for his actions, Jo could no longer stand back and watch this continue.

He immediately stormed out of his seat and he could feel Wendy following his lead right beside him - he secretly hoped that Wendy put on her mask before she followed him, but some part of him would feel satisfied if these scumbags had heart attacks for seeing Wendy's real face. A wave of anger and disgust flooded his veins as the men still laughed at the girl - who was still gasping in pain on the ground. Brainless or not, he was going to give them a piece of his mind.

But all thoughts of shouting them have washed away when he came upon the slapped girl that was right at his feet. Just seeing her gasping in pain and looking so helpless brought memories back. Memories he wished that never happened but he knew he would have to live with them for the rest of his life.

He fell to his knees beside her, wrapping a comforting arm around her shoulders. "Are you okay?"

The girl was surprised by his gestured - she probably wasn't used to it because of her way of life, he knew he wasn't used to it when Wendy started to become very affectionate with - but she nodded her head to confirm that she was alright.

"Hey, kid," one of the drunk men began to walk over to him. "This is adult business, so why don't you scurry along-?" He was then shoved right into the table by Wendy. The men and the remaining two girls had stopped their fun when they saw one of their friends on the table. But after that, they quickly resumed their little fun.

"Can you stand?" Jo asked and the girl nodded again. "Here, let me help you," he put the girl's arm around his shoulder to give her extra support. Once the girl was on her feet Jo let her go and quickly gestured her to leave.

"Go back to your room," when she didn't move he decided to say it a little more firm. "Go on, go!"

She finally got the message and immediately ran off to hopefully somewhere from these people. Seeing her safe from this type of lifestyle for a short time brought some sort of relief to him. He didn't even realize he was holding his breath until he subconsciously let it out. He thought about just walking out of this place after that but then he heard it.

Laughter.

Sickening laughter.

The thoughts of giving those pigs a piece of his mind had returned and as he turns his attention towards the laughing group, completely unaware of the heated glare he was giving them. "Hey!" When they didn't respond and kept on laughing Jo decided to be more forceful. "Hey!" They still didn't listen to him.

Wendy decided to take matters into her own hands. Quite literally. She slammed her fist down onto the table and it broke in half just like that. This caused them to finally stop their infuriating laugh and stare at their ruined table in shock.

"Now that we got your attention," Jo begins, doing his best to look intimidating. "What in Oz's name is wrong with you people?! You don't treat a lady like that!"

"Listen here, kid," the man who had slapped the girl previously was making his way over to them, looking almost intimidating if it weren't for the fact he was drunk. "This is grown-up stuff. So why don't you and your tall friend just mind your own business and get the-!" Once again, Wendy shoves the man right in between the two girls, making them scream at the sudden force that was used on him.

"Woah, woah!" Now, that infamous Fiyero Tiggular was up on his feet and getting in between the two sides in some way to bring back the peace - if there was any. "Now look, kid," he regarded Jo as if he didn't know what was going on, which made the raven-haired boy's blood boil. "How about we pay you and your friend here to not talk about what you saw here, okay?"

"Do I look like I can be bribed with money? And don't answer that," Jo quickly cut the Prince off before he could say anything. "What I want is you finally realize that what you're doing is disgusting. I mean, you're getting married! You're supposed to be faithful to your wife, for Oz's sake!"

"And vegetables are supposed to be seen, not heard." Fiyero snapped back.

"Oh, so now it's all about appearance with you?" Jo scoffs, understanding that the Prince was talking about the princess's green skin - he had heard rumors about the princess having green skin and he finally realized those rumors were true when he saw a girl with green skin within the crowd during the Engagement party but he didn't let it bother him, he lives with Wendy who is basically a deformed, walking skeleton so he didn't exactly have a right to judge someone based on their appearance. "You know, there's more to life than based on how you look to others. Maybe if you realized that you wouldn't have to pretend that you're shallow and self-absorbed-"

"Excuse me," Fiyero quickly got in a little too close for comfort, making Wendy step a little closer in anticipation. "There is no pretense here, I happened to be genuinely self-absorbed and deeply shallow!" Who did this kid think he was? Didn't he know his place at the bottom class?

He was surprised when that tall freak just scoffs and that boy shaking his head sadly at him. "Then why are you so unhappy?"

That made him go silence.

Jo couldn't fully understand how he knew that the Prince was pretending; maybe it was because he was so used to Wendy's prideful and vain nature that he could tell the difference between the real shallowness and the fake. Or, maybe because Jo himself was still unhappy with his previous life that he could identify someone's own unhappiness. Oz only knows.

Fiyero still had this blank look on his face and Jo was almost worried he went too far with that. It didn't make him feel any better that his friends had left the girls and were forming right behind the Prince in a way that a group of predators would surround their prey. He then remembers that Wendy was right by his side so he didn't really have anything to worry about.

Suddenly, the Prince's face turns into a horrible smirk as he regards his friends. "You know, I don't think this kid had a taste of the good life yet, fellas," Jo's own eyes widen in horror once he realized what he was implying and his friends smirk once they understood. "Why don't we give him a little lesson?"

"He is old enough to know what goes on with the adult life," one of them said with a small laugh.

"No," the memories of the eyes came back, how they watched him with that horrible intention and how five-year-old him wished for them to go away and leave him alone. "No, no, no, no," he found Wendy's arm and quickly grabbed it. "Wendy, I want to get out of here. Please get me out of here!"

He didn't even need to ask twice as Wendy was already leading him away from those horrid pigs by the arm.

"Oh no, you don't!" The next thing he knew he was ripped out from Wendy's grasps and was thrown onto a couch, his breath caught in his throat when he felt two pairs of slim hands holding him down so that he couldn't go anywhere. "Welcome to your first lesson, kid. Get him, girls!"

He then felt those slim hands began to pull his robe off.

"NO! LET ME GO!" Jo cried, his voice breaking as he fought to keep his robe on. The thoughts of that night came into his mind and this felt like the exact same scenario. That same plunging fear was forming in his stomach and he could hardly breathe. Tears of acid practically burned his skin as he hears the men laughing and the girls trying to seduce him.

He was five-years-old again.

In his desperate attempt to escape, Jo cried out: "WENDY, HELP ME!"

He shouldn't have done that. But at that point he was so desperate he didn't care about what happened to these people anymore.

When Wendy felt her little boy leave her grasps, she quickly tried to find him. But so many bodies were moving at the same time she didn't have time to identify which figure was her little boy. What were these pig doing with him?!

Then she heard it.

"WENDY, HELP ME!"

It was like that night six years ago.

"No! Wendy!"

"You know this calls for punishment, laddie!"

"Wendy, help me!"

Those pigs are making him relive that nightmare?! All sense of logic and Jo's words instantly left her mind as she watched the figures of those wenches hurt her little boy. Rage filled her mind and she let the beast take over.

She tried to find the Prince that started this whole mess and found his skinny-legged figure in front of her. How dreadfully wonderful.

Wendy quickly took him off the ground so he was facing her mask-covered face and place her gigantic hands on both sides of his head. She didn't even give him time to fully process what was happening as she began to squeeze her hands together.

His sounds of pain brought pleasure to her and that horrendous laughter had finally stop once they realized what she was doing. He deserves this, both voices told her and she agreed with them. Nobody can get away with hurting her little boy like that without consequences. She could hear him begging to let go but she didn't. She just pressed her hands together harder than before, thus bringing out an agonizing scream from him.

She thought about that night and how her role was very similar to today. It brought a sickening grin to her face as she squeezed harder, trying to feel his skull crush beneath her hands. She could imagine all the screams that would fill the area if she succeeds in killing him, but she didn't care. All that she care about was bringing excruciating pain to this horrible man before she ends his life right there.

"What in Oz is going on here?!"

When Adette walked into the Tavern she didn't expect to see her cousin being suspended in the air by that creepy bodyguard from the Engagement Party. But then her eyes drifted over to someone familiar; the Chim Dancer. He was gripping his robe tightly around his body as tears were streaming down his cheeks. Seeing the two strippers holding him down made her realize what her cousin was doing and her blood practically began to steam out of her veins.

She marched her way over to the two strippers, her brown boots clicking the ground as her icy blue eyes bore into the girl's terrified ones. "Let him go!"

One of the girls just wrinkled her nose when she realized that Adette was wearing pants. "Ew. You're a princess and you're wearing pants? Somebody needs to teach you-"

Already tired of hearing her speak, Adette slapped her right across the face. She used this as her chance to help Jo up and lead him away from those girls.

"Go, get out of here!" But Jo was still practically in shock and so he could only gape at her. "Go on!" Finally, his senses came back to him and were about to make a run for the exit before he remembered Wendy has the Prince in a near-death position.

"Wendy, let him go." Wordlessly, Wendy dropped him like a sack of potatoes before she grabbed Jo by the arm and lead him out of the Tavern as fast as possible.

But the moment they were out of the door Jo had gotten himself out of her grip and stood by the door, watching the exchange of the two royals from the entrance.

Wendy was by his side at once, shrieking at him. What are you doing?!

"I can't just leave her alone, Wendy!" Jo argued, turning his attention back to the princess.

I'm sure she can handle those idiots with the brain capacity of a goat so let's just get out of here! Wendy tried to lead him away again but he just took him arm out of her grip, making her realized that she couldn't win this argument this time. Sighing, she stood by the entrance with him to watch the scene play out.

"What in Oz's name is wrong with you?!" Adette screeches into her cousin's ear, who had finally gotten up to his feet and was rubbing his head in order to calm a pounding headache he received from that crazy bodyguard. "Why did you do that to the poor boy?!"

"Hey, I was just teaching the kid what life is like when you're brainless," Fiyero defended himself as he finally regarded his younger cousin. "But what the hell are you doing here, Adette? Shouldn't you be back in your room reading your little books?"

"Your parents were looking for you," Adette said dangerously low. "They wondered where you were and not spending any time with your finance but I had a feeling where you were! I just can't believe you would force other people to follow your stupid rule set!"

"You know, why don't got back to your room?!" Fiyero had enough; he nearly got his head crushed by some psychotic bodyguard, literally, and now he's being scolded by his younger cousin who thinks she knows everything. "Where you can go off and read your books and not bothered me like a good little girl!"

She had punched him in the face at that.

Jo gasps when he saw the Princess of Vinkus actually punched her own blood with no remorse. Even Wendy winced when she heard the sound of flesh contacting with flesh.

The entire Tavern became silent after that. The only sounds that could be heard where Adette's rapid breathing as she stares at her shocked cousin with a blank look in her icy eyes.

"You, are the worst person to ever exist in Oz! I wished you were never my cousin!"

A sudden chilled entered the Tavern, freezing everyone to the core. Fiyero was staring at his cousin with a jaw-dropped expression. It took a moment for the young blonde to fully realized what she just said. She shook her head and made a dash towards the entrance, doing her absolute best to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall.

Jo quickly moves out of the way when the Princess came stumbling through the doors as she ran off into the night. Her long brown cape moving with the wind as he watched her disappeared into the darkness.

A chirp from Wendy brought him out of his thoughts. So, what are you going to do now?

Jo didn't know how to answered that.

Are you going to follow her?

A butterfly suddenly caught his attention. He watched with slight interest as the small insect perched itself on a nearby barrel. It's wing twitched slightly from the coldness of this fall night. Jo wondered how there was even a butterfly in the middle of fall, anyway. It twitched again before it flew off into the direction the princess went off to. It was yellow.

"Wendy, I think we need to buy some flowers."

Before you all ask it in the Reviews, Wendy was actually going to kill Fiyero by crushing his head. Shows just how strong she is and what lengths she will go to protect Jo.

That wasn't the best encounter with Fiyero Tiggular. I can already hear someone out there in the world hating Fiyero right now. We all know Wendy already hates him.

By the way, what did you think that butterfly meant?