Elphaba tenderly touched her wrinkled, charred skin that was messily wrapped in bandages. After waking up she refused the help of the nurses until they resigned to leave her with a pile of bandage rolls. She had tried to messily do them herself, but wasn't able to get them really tight. She turned towards the spruce, dungeon like door as she heard soft footsteps approaching.

"Fae?" Fiyero asked, tenderly knocking on the door.

Elphaba rushed to fling the door open and let it bang against the wall as she and Fiyero had a quick embrace.

"Yero, I'm sorry, it's just, no one has ever seen me in a while, so I wasn't as prepared," she spoke hardly into his shoulder.

"It's fine Fae, you were so strong though, I'm so proud of you."

"Really?" Elphaba asked hesitantly, pulling away to look into Fiyero's beautiful teal eyes.

He tenderly brushed the wisp of hair that had come out of Elphaba's braid behind her ear and let his hand slowly caress under her pointed emerald chin. She hugged him again as if she was afraid he would never let go, letting him set his chin on top of her brown hair.

"Fae, only a true warrior would stand up to my parents declarations of imperfections. I have watched my father berate his best best soldiers, and yet those men never had the guts to even say stop."

"You can kiss me once, but only once please, if you truly accept me now, I would like to take it slowly," she spoke into the flannel of Fiyero's shirt.

They didn't utter another word as Fiyero let a boyish grin spread on his elegant features. He took off Elphaba's wired rimmed glasses, folded them up, and stuck them in his pocket, wanting everything about this milestone in their relationship to be as perfect as they could get it. In return Elphaba fixed Fiyero's rumpled shirt collar, a wicked smirk pulling at her mouth. Finally, Fiyero leaned down to Elphaba's short height and let her lips find his. He pulled her up by her arms until her toes were barely touching the ground and let them sink into that single kiss. Elphaba finally reclined out of his kiss, returning back to the earth, physically and mentally. Fiyero looked a little aghast at her, not expecting her to pull away so soon. She coyly brought the smirk back on her soft lips and brushed her stick like emerald finger across the prince's cheek.

Synchronized, they pressed their foreheads together and let a high pitched giggle reverberate throughout the castle's stone walls.

"Come on, I have something to show you," he pulled her away from her room and down several drafty passageways.

They finally reached a flight of narrow spiral stairs and started to ascend together, Fiyero leading, pulling Elphaba in a tow behind him, refusing to relinquish her hand. They finally reached a trapdoor, Fiyero opened it and helped Elphaba up, as she was a lot shorter than him. The dimly lit room was a small, drafty one, but became more lit as Elphaba pulled the rotting drapes off of several windows. Fiyero opened a heavy hewn desk that sat undisturbed in the middle of the room, and as Elphaba brought more light into it, was able to open up several dust coated drawers and pull out a moldly bag that had traditional emblems of Fiyero's tribe on it.

"Fae," he spoke, drawing her over from the magnificent view, "I can't lie when I say that knowing you can do magic scared my parents."

"I really shook them up?"

"O yeah," Fiyero conceded, pulling several books from the bag.

"This was our palace sorcerer's room, as you can tell, we don't actually have any. But, at one point before my father's reign as king, we supposedly had more than one very talented sorcerer's. Sorcery now is known as a lost art. When my father became the new monarch, he established that it was to risky, to unknown to practice."

"But how could something become known if no one ever explores it?" Elphaba interrupted.

"Exactly, bringing me to my point of why I brought you here."

Fiyero then stopped, finding what he needed in the old bag after digging through it. He pulled out a thin stick and a small box. He delicately lifted the lid of the paper box and set a palm sized book inside it on the desk, scrolling through it's pages. Elphaba stood in confusion and curiosity as Fiyero's nimble hands guided what looked like twine through holes in the stick that were barely visible. Stopping finally what he was doing, Fiyero held his progress in the sunlight, setting it back down in resignation. Elphaba reached out and picked up the only thing left in the destroyed box, a pale grey feather. She tenderly grasped the wand and found the last hole on it, sticking the thin end of the feather through it. The feather folded into the wand and gave out somewhat of a warm hum, as if telling the dusk covered pair that it was finally fixed.

"My fucking god," Fiyero whispered as Elphaba slowly twirled the completed artifact in her hand.

"May I?" Fiyero asked, taking the wand and whispering inaudible language.

"Fae, have you ever used a wand before?"

"No, I only issue magic through outbursts and if I'm able, some controlled." She admitted.

"Fae, this, this, old thing is a wand, one of the few left in Oz."

"Weren't they destroyed though because they were thought to be too powerful?"

"Clearly the wizard though my people only hunted, that they never bothered with art.

He placed the wand in Elphaba's hand, watching her as if naturally, fit her hand into it's rough exterior. He place his hand on top of her's guiding it through a somewhat fluid motion.

"Will you teach me?" the emerald witch asked, stopping and turning towards Fiyero.

"We'll learn together," he smiled back, making both their faces shine with delight.