AN I felt compelled to write this because I came up with this idea and I thought it was unique. I do believe I will actually write this fic (LOL) as opposed to my other ones... ... but if I am not able to, I will put this story up for grabs and hope that someone rolls with the plot line I've provided.

Rated T for fluffiness


An Affair in the City of Emeralds


PROLOGUE

Neither of them loved each other.

His heart felt nothing for hers. And she felt quite the same way about him.

Their relationship was something formed out of necessity. A roll in the hay to forget the obligations set for both of them. He responsible for his country, and her responsibility was amongst the life she had found herself caught up in as the years flew by.

It dulled the pain that had accumulated from lost hopes, dreams, and friendships. It was a way for them to remember what they once possessed.

So they would move as one each night as they hid out in the Emerald City away from the eyes of his child bride and her image to the world.

Their relationship had started not long after Elphaba left them both to stay in the Emerald City. Fiyero and Elphaba had been dating for two months and she left him… just like that, it killed him. Glinda too had felt betrayed for being left behind by her best friend. They found comfort in each other.

When the two graduated from Shiz they ended the strange form of relationship that developed between the two of them. She was expected to marry into power and money, and he was promised to Sarima, a woman he would marry without a fight considering Elphaba had left.

Years later the two had bumped into each other in a small boutique. Glinda asked Fiyero out to lunch and he was happy to comply. At lunch they once again found comfort in each other. They still cared for each other. After all, they say friendship is thicker than blood. He invited her back to his hotel and they comforted each other against the painful memories of the green girl who meant so much to both of them in the only way they knew how.

So Glinda became the other woman and Fiyero became the other man

And destiny was changed.

AN SURPRISE SURPRISE. I bet you all thought I was talking about Fiyero and Elphaba at the beginning of that. Yes, the affair is between Glinda and Fiyero, but don't worry. It will be Fiyeraba fic. This is a what if story. "What if Glinda had been the other woman instead of Elphaba? Would Fiyero have been saved?"


[ Post Edited]

Well written, but my first reaction was "oooo, ICBH is gonna hurt you..."

What the .............................................




I can't reach the knife that you just stuck into my back.


I am Angry!


The ICBH

WOW. that was GREAT. Interesting twist. Sounds like one of my stories. hehe.

I should have expected that >_<

ICBH, you know I am a top notch FIYERABA supporter! You also know I hate Flinda... this relationship between the two of them won't last, lol. This way Fiyero doesn't die though! I think it's the best of both worlds. The Fiyeraba will come soon rest assured. You will see some familiar events take some surprising turns...

- passionate

P.S. I thought the Author's note would at least lessen the blow a bit... I guess not. XD

1) I love you for coming up with this idea
2) Ha, ICBH's mad
3) Write more
4) Kill Elphie

I'm glad you're interested!

But rest assured you are a VERY funny one for thinking I'm going to join the dark side... or would EVER kill Elphaba. I WOULD NEVER KILL MAIN CHARACTERS. I cry when they die.



Also, thanks for the reviews to all who've reviewed so far!

- passionate

Passionate,

This is Tania, ICBH's softer side. Yeah, she's not up to talking right about now. It's pretty bad.

I can say your piece was very well written, and you certainly should contribute more to the boards. Yet, maybe you can think of a way to make it up to ICBH?
She's really beside herself.

Oz speed.

ICBH's softer side.

Tania/ICBH (whichever one's reading)... How about I write a "Lion cub scene" one shot (hopefully tomorrow if not within the next couple of days) and try to get to the Fiyeraba in this fic quickly and we call it even?

- the passionate who is trying to make amends because she doesn't like saddening (or angering) the ICBH/Tania

It couldn't hurt. Just please stick to your timeline. I don't want to feed The ICBH false Fiyeraba hopes.

Believe me, I never thought you would.



You're funny

AN I wrote this all tonight just for you ICBH! (So we can get to Fiyeraba soon... It will be in the next or next next chapter I believe!) Be happy my parents are asleep or else I wouldn't have been able to get away with staying on the computer this long and writing this. Enjoy. It's not Fiyeraba, but I tried to keep it in book character and well written. Didn't fully read over though because it's so late. (P.S. The characters will be a mix of musical and book [especially Elphaba], but I thought Glinda and Fiyero should be book verse for now.)

Chapter 1: A Quiet Evening

Glinda sighed as she looked out the window of Le Chat Noir.

It was 8:30.

Fiyero was an hour late. Glinda didn’t have the energy for this.

Street venders packed up their carts outside as people walked their dogs and the stars twinkled in the night sky.

It was a beautiful Winter night, but Glinda couldn’t bring herself to smile, knowing tonight would be just as every other Friday night had been.

She would have dinner with Fiyero at some fancy hole-in-the-wall where no one would recognize either of them. They would go back to his hotel and she would possibly spend the night.

It was comforting and not all at the same time. She would always leave feeling loved and used, constantly trying to fight off the latter.

Fiyero ran into the restaurant out of breathe and perspiring. The waiter seated him with Glinda and she gave him a tired but compassionate look.

“I’m so sorry,” he started, placing his napkin on his lap, “My meeting with the delegates of Rush Margins ran late and I couldn’t get out any earlier.”

He leaned across the table and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“It’s fine,” she replied. It was always her answer when he ran late. She didn’t know what else to say to him.

“You’ll never guess who I ran into today,” he offered while browsing the menu.

“Who?”

“Crope. You remember him from Shiz don’t you. Apparently he and Tibbett are living with one another in the city! They opened an architecture firm together. Who would have thought!”

“That’s interesting dear.” Her gaze laid out the window again.

“What’s wrong... Is something bothering you?” He took her hand in his as he looked into her eyes concerned.

“Hmm… Oh, it’s nothing. I just did a lot of thinking today, that’s all.”

“About her I presume.”

“Is it ever about anyone else.”

She paused.

“I just wonder what she’s up to, you know. I wonder what kind of a life she has for herself. If she’s happy and safe. If she’s even still aliv-”

“Don’t say that! Of course she’s alive. Alive and well.”

Fiyero brought his fork down to his bowl and took a bite of his salad. He cleared his throat.

“What are our plans for Lurlinemas Eve? Is Chuffrey going out of town again this year?”

“Yes. Busy with parties as always. I don’t understand why he never invites me.”

“Maybe it’s because you have no interest in going.”

“Yes, but he doesn’t know that.”

“Still.”

“I guess you’re right… So will we meet for the evening then?”

“Yes, though I have an engagement for the early evening, so we’ll have to dine late.”

“Oh? What plans do you have Prince Fiyero?”

“You remember Madame Morrible of Shiz don’t you?”

Glinda nodded.

“Well it seems she is making a charitable public appearance. She’s taking some Shiz girls to the theatre for the holiday. Because I’m prince of the Vinkus and in the city on business, I’m expected to attend.”

“I never liked that woman.”

“I don’t think anyone ever liked that woman. She was so fishy, but I mean it in a literal sense, as in ‘fish-like’.”

Glinda smiled at that. Fiyero smiled back. It was hard to make her smile nowadays.

“So, shall we go back to the hotel after dinner tonight?” he asked.

“That sounds so crude.”

“I didn’t mean it to.”

“I don’t really feel like doing anything tonight.”

“We don’t have to do anything. You know we can just talk. Care to reminisce with me tonight?”

She smiled at him again, “I’d like that.”


That night Glinda ordered mint chocolate chip ice cream for dessert. It had been Elphie’s favorite.

WOO! GLIYERO! I LOVE IT!
I loved it Really really did

Very well written, and I do like the latest twist you just put into the story.

Still leary, but I see you are really trying to make amends.

The ICBH

Tania/ICBH: calm yourself. all stories cannot be FIYERABA inclined. Although, with passionate, they most certainly will be. So, CHILL!

Kaylee: I love you, teasing poor passionate with darksider teases. I agree the Gliyero here is rather nice.

Passionate, keep writing it, and take as long as you well like getting to the Fiyeraba... Glinda needs love too.

Lily, Glinda shoud find happiness elsewhere. She obviously isn't THAT happy with Fiyero.

ICBH, PASSIONATE is writing this story.

You do realize that this means that GLIYERO will soon DIE a very swift death, right?

Didn't you read how Fiyero was adamant about Elphaba LIVING?

That means, he is sooooo still in love with her.

Which in turn means that FIYERABA will once again reign.

So, as I said before, CALM DOWN!

Really, this is absurdly unneccesary when we all know the outcome.

I didn't say anything bad in my last reply. I was simply stating what I thought the characters were secretly feeling. Duh, Fiyero is still in love with Elphaba. I never doubted that. Silly, goose.

You must not have noticed the wink.

But enough of our bantering... this is Passionate's story...

AN I'll be honest... I really thought this was going to be longer and cover more story territory... but it just ended itself. It really felt like the end of that installment. Sorry it's not longer. P.S. For the sake of making things work a little more easily later... Fiyero's only been married for a couple of years (not such a long time like in the book) and he has no children.

It was early morning on Lurlinemas Eve and Fiyero found himself looking at scarves in a quaint boutique.

He found picking scarves out for Sarima to be an easy task. Stick to earth tones. Green, brown, clay red. She liked them all.

(He felt bad leaving Sarima alone for the holidays, but she understood that the trek was too long a journey to take just for a holiday visit. Besides, she had her sisters to keep her company. Or at least that’s what Fiyero told himself.)

Picking scarves out for Glinda was proving to be a bit more challenging. He could never figure out what colors or patterns would go with the gowns she owned. Does she even own purple?

He bought six for Sarima and six for Glinda before leaving the shop.

He walked down the street bundled in Winter apparel to protect himself from the cold and the snow.

It was a busy morning in the city. Birds were out. Couples were walking arm and arm.

He smiled a genuine smile looking onto their happy lives.

He envied such happiness.

Fiyero couldn’t remember a time when he had been so happy.

No. That was a lie.

He could remember a time when he had been so happy.

The last time he had been that happy was when he was with Elphaba. Elphaba.

He sighed inwardly.

Fiyero couldn’t be more torn inside. He wanted to remember and didn’t want to remember her at the same time. He still loved her. He really did… but it hurt too much to remember her. The memories couldn’t improve his life now. The memories weren’t enough to get him through the day without her.

So he pushed the memories as far back in his head as he could– trying not to remember her… but somehow trying to keep her alive.

This update worked for me.
Seemed to be the right length and everything.



The ICBH

I'm so glad you're happy ICBH!!!!

- passionate

Same here. It ended exactly where it needed to.

Sadly, I know exactly how Fiyero feels, the desperation that comes with such an emotion has been my constant companion of late. It makes this rather difficult, yet freeing, to read because you capture the emotion so well.

How easily we forget how hard it is to chain our memories and yet somehow remember them without conscious thought.

In a word, beautiful. Agonizing (at least to me) but beautiful.

I can only write it Lily because I feel the same desperation every day. I'm here for you friend. -hug-

I'll update in the next couple of days. Sorry that this isn't an update... I have the busiest evilest weekend, bleh.


THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR THE REVIEWS!

- passionate

P.S. Lily... I thought you might like this "PostSecret" from several Sundays ago. It reads "Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering." You can see the post card at this link!

Chapter 3: The Night to Rewrite part 1

It was crowded outside the opera house, though Fiyero didn’t know why he found it surprising.

The headmistress of Shiz, as he remembered her, was known as such a wonder to the public eye while there was little to the person behind the pictures.

Reporters around him were preparing their cameras and chatting with each other.

“Isn’t it nice of Madame Morrible to take her girls to the theatre,” one reporter said.

“I wouldn’t exactly say that,” another reporter countered, “She only does it because Shiz pays her ticket if she makes it a ‘field trip.’”

Fiyero sighed. He wanted to get this over with. He wondered to himself if he could get away with leaving… Not a chance.

He checked his watch. 5:30. There was still some time to kill before the show let out.

He decided to take a short walk.

He walked past statue of Ozma and followed the side walk along the perimeter of the biggest park in the city. The park looked particularly magical underneath its coat of snow. He parked himself down on a bench.

Placing his hands in his pockets, Fiyero looked at the people of the city around him.

Joy to the world. Our existence persists.

A figure stormed by, walking speedily but casually. She was draped in many black dressing gowns almost covered head to toe. Clad in army boots, she was an odd sight on this holy day.

Only the patch of skin surrounding her eyes was uncovered and as the sunlight flickered just right, Fiyero almost swore he saw green.

“Miss?” he called out, “Miss? Have I seen you somewhere before?”

She turned to him with a strong glare in her eye leaving Fiyero slightly fearful and confused.

“I do not exist. I am not a person.” And that was all she said before continuing on her way.

For some reason the woman’s words left him flustered. By the way she walked Fiyero could have sworn it was Elphaba, but her words were so harsh– so different from the way she sounded at Shiz. It couldn’t have been her. No. He was just being hopeful.

He closed his eyes and gathered his thoughts before getting up off the bench and walking back to the opera house.

Madame Morrible and the girls walked out of the opera house. Fiyero had to hold back a snort. The girls were glad in matching Shiz uniforms and identical navy pea coats.

Morrible waved and gave her statement about how culture was important to an education. She walked down three steps with the girls, making their way to the carriage when a gun went off and a bullet hit her straight in the shoulder. Morrible fell to the ground.

Another gun shot went off going towards the crowd, this time the shooter was a gale force member. The guards ran off in the alleged direction of the shooter while the crowd quickly dispersed in chaos.

Fiyero made his way through the mob of distressed people and ran as fast as his feet could take him away from the scene of the crime. He was shocked. Terrified. And afraid for his life. He found himself stopping, panting for breath in front of a café only several blocks from the attempted murder. Was Morrible dead? Fiyero couldn’t find himself believing such thoughts. Sure the woman was a pain in the arse, but who would feel the need to shoot her.

His thoughts were quickly interrupted by a voice.

“Are you the prince?”

“Who said that?”

“Look down. Are you the Arijiki prince?”

Fiyero looked down to see a white Cat. He answered by asking cautiously, “Why do you want to know?”

“She’s hurt. She needs help badly. I’m afraid we’ll be too late if we don’t rush. She’s asking for you, her friend 'the Prince.’ Come on.”

Fiyero didn’t know what hit him, but he followed the Cat, sprinting as fast as his feet could take him. The strange pair rushed through many alley ways and back streets before reaching their destination, an abandoned corn exchange.

“She’s up there.”

Fiyero climbed up the ladder on the side of the building and crawled in the window. He was greeted with the last sight he ever expected to see.

Crumpled on the ground was the girl with emerald skin he hadn’t seen in six years. She was clutching a bleeding wound in her gut and her eyes were scrunched shut.

“Elphaba?” Fiyero asked in disbelief.

She looked up at him for the first time, her eyes pleading. Desperation filled her voice when she spoke.

“Save me Yero my hero. Please save me.”

Things are certainly looking up.

I want more.

The ICBH

Things are looking up?! Elphaba's been shot!

In all seriousness though, I had fallen behind on this story and just caught up, and I really REALLY like it. It's extremely well-written, but at the same time a different style of writing and plot than is usually on this site (and I mean that in a good way). I feel like each writer on this site finds a bit of a niche after a while, and you've definitely filled a gap in the ff section of this site Can't wait for the next chapter!

YAY!!! THEY'RE TOGETHER!!!! I'm not sad in least that Elphie's been shot becasue I know she will get better....RIGHT??????? Right.

I have a question.

I went back and re-read the first update after I read the last update. I'm confused.

Did Elphaba and Fiyero fall in love at Shiz or in the City of Emerads? Did Fiyero begin seeing Glinda before he was with Elphaba? I thought he and Glinda got together before they were to get married to others? Then Fiyero and she bumped into each other and due to their common bound with Elphaba, and resumed their affair?

So when was he with Elphaba the first time? If it was 6 years since he saw her, wouldn't that have been at Shiz?

Oh and Ashley, what's a little gun shot in the name of love? LOL

TIMELINE!
Fiyero dated Elphaba at Shiz.
Elphaba left after she and Glinda met the Wizard.
Glinda and Fiyero got together.
The two graduated Shiz and ended their relationship.
The two married their spouses.
Glinda and Fiyero met in the Emerald City and got together.
Now we're at where the story left off, lol.

Did that clear up the confusion?

- passionate

P.S. Thanks for the reviews everyone!

Thanks, I'm crystal clear now.

A Night to Rewrite part 2

Fiyero rushed over to Elphaba’s side and sat down, pulling her into his lap.

“Fae… Fae… Who did this to you?” he uttered in horror.

“I couldn’t do it Fiyero… I couldn’t do it. I failed! I failed everyone!” she rambled senselessly, “I saw myself in those girls. How could I ruin their lives like I ruined mine… I don’t exist! I am not a person!”

“Wait… YOU were supposed to kill Morrible? You WERE the figure who passed me on the park bench? If you didn’t kill Morrible… who did?”

“The Phantom. He was watching to make sure I fulfilled my mission. When I saw the Shiz girls… I ran back here. The Resistance sent someone after me. He was sent to get rid of me. He was too cocky about his shot though; he thought it–” She cut herself off hissing in pain.

She clenched her jaw, “I don’t know if there’s any hope. I don’t know if you can do anything… but Fiyero, please try. Please don’t leave me here to die alone. I’m not ready to die. I–”

“Shhh. It’ll be okay. I’m going to take care of you. You’re going to be okay Elphaba. I won’t let you die.”

Fiyero picked Elphaba up and held her close. She nuzzled in close to his chest like a small child, cowering in pain. It wasn’t long before the loss of blood became too much for her and Elphaba lost consciousness.

Fiyero ran into the streets where rain had begun to pound against the gravel, holding her tightly under his coat. He waved down a cab and got in. He gave the driver the address of Glinda’s estate.

When the cab arrived Fiyero walked to the door and rung the bell. A maid answered the door.

“Who should I tell the miss it is sir?”

“Tell Lady Glinda it’s her old friend Fiyero.”

The door closed and several minutes before the door opened again. This time it was Glinda.

“What in effing Oz name are you doing here?!” she hissed quietly, “You can’t come to my house.”

He didn’t respond, only stepped back and opened his coat to reveal Elphaba.

Glinda gasped and brought her hand to her mouth, her eyes wide open in shock.

“Elphie?” she questioned.

Fiyero nodded.

“She’s been shot and she’s lost a lot of blood. I didn’t know where to go. She needs immediate attention.”

“I’ll call for the doctor. Bring her into the guest room right down the hall to your right.”

“What will Chuffrey say?”

“Chuffrey is none of my concern right now.”

Glinda ran to the phone while Fiyero made his way down the hall.

He placed Elphaba on the bed and left a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“Oh Fae,” he whispered to himself, “Why did you have to come back to me like this.”

He brought his hand over to hers and stroked it soothingly.

Glinda quickly returned. “He’ll be here in less than five minutes. Do you know if the bullet’s still inside of her?”

“I didn’t check thoroughly. I didn’t want to hurt her too much. By the rate of her blood loss it looks like it went through though.”

Glinda sat down in a chair adjacent to the bed. Her hand fell to her hand and she closed her eyes.

“What did she ever do to deserve this?” she asked no one in particular.

“She tried to kill Morrible,” Fiyero added.

“Ha. It’s not like the old carp didn’t deserve it.”

“What did Morrible do that would make her deserve to die?”

“You never figured it out did you.”

“You never told me. You always said the story of the Emerald City hurt too much, the one memory you wouldn’t remember.”

“The Wizard was corrupt. So was Morrible. Elphie saw right through them. She knew what path to follow; she just never knew how to find it. She always tripped on the cracks. And now she’s laying here with her life on the line. She doesn’t deserve this!” Glinda clenched her fists.

“She’ll be okay Glinda. Fate can’t be done with her yet. You know that. Besides, she has the two people who’ve always cared about her the most with her now. She’ll be okay.”

Glinda looked at him with more emotion in her eyes than had been there in years. “I hope you’re right Fiyero. I don’t think I could survive her leaving me again. I love her too much to say goodbye before I even get to say hello.”

Ooo, good update. Interesting Glinda now knows she's back, I thought maybe something would end up happening without Glinda even knowing that Elphaba's back. Interested to see where this leads...

I knew he'd take her to Glinda. Elphaba's the sole perpose to their connection. Yet, this also got a lot more complicated.

Great update.

The ICBH

Great update. Even though she's dying, I'm just happy they are together. Is that healhty? I guess I just know she will be okay. If she doesn't turn out okay in the end....well, I would fear ICBH.

GreenGirl, ICBH has bigger bark than her bite. After all, she still reads my work.

I haven't done anything too dangerous... yet.

Anyway, Passionate, this is brilliant. I must agree with Ashley, you've got a great style. It's quite different from the way most writers attack Wicked fiction...

I like it.

Keep writing.

Lily, do you really want to test me? BRING IT.
For the record, I read your work because I enjoy your writing, even if we don't always see eye to eye. Yet, You told me that Fiyeraba would never die, so in theory who is technically achieving her goal? Hmm?

Fiyeraba FTW!

I never said it was my goal to break up Fiyeraba.

My goal, and so far I've been successful (you're still reading it) was to entrap you, my dear Tania. As long as you keep reading, I'm happy. And the more you disagree, the more I write.

My other goal, which I will not disclose cuz it majorly spoils the story, is to bravely go where I've yet to see a fanfic writer go...

What fun is telling a story without a little hurt?

Besides, in order to break up a 'super couple' one must build a 'SUPERIOR couple'. In order to build a 'SUPERIOR couple' with Fae, you'd have to make a whole new character in Oz. Currently, no character from the book or musical can compete with Yero.

That'd be like switching Mercutio and Romeo, like trading Laertes and Hamlet. It just wouldn't work out.

Are you trying to tell me that you are going to break up Elphaba and Fiyero by having her fall for someone else? How could you do that? Why would you want to hurt me like that?
I wasn't prepaired for that type of story from you. I..... I.....

I need to mentally break away and return when my head is clear. (and ammo loaded.)

NO!



Honestly, woman, what kind of sadistic creep do you take me for?

FIYERABA is the only reason I even read this stuff. It's an escape from my own complicated life and somewhat loveless days.

If I EVER did that, I'd be sure to tell you ahead of time, not to read it... Not that I would, cuz my guy would just be Fiyero of a different name...

Thank OZ!

I knew you were on my side. I knew it!

I am a sucker for a good love story.

Sheesh, I thought that'd be obvious to you by now...

AN Awwww. Guys. Thanks for such nice reviews! I'm glad you like my writing. Here's some more. Not Fiyeraba... but there should be some of that good stuff in the next update . Sorry for not updating in almost a week!

A Night to Rewrite part 3

Elphaba was… fine.

The doctor stitched her up well and with rest and proper care… she would live. By the time the doctor finished cleaning her up and exited Lady Upland’s manor, it was well past midnight.

Glinda and Fiyero were completely emotionally worn out.

Glinda’s stomach gurgled first.

Lost in the chaos the two had both forgotten to get dinner. Fiyero went to fetch whatever he could find from the kitchen.

Glinda found herself lost in thought remembering the last day she had seen Elphaba so many years ago.

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The two girls had woken up early to go home, feeling more dejected than one would think possible. The Wizard had turned out to be a fraud. Nothing but a power crazed old man with some magic tricks. The room was silent as Glinda and Elphaba packed their things, and there was a firm tension lingering in the air.

Glinda who was sitting on the bed looked up at Elphaba across the room.

“I’m sorry things didn’t turn out the way we had hoped Elphie.”

“It’s not your fault Lindie. Things weren’t meant to work out for me.”

The girls grabbed their bags before giving the room one more check for their things.

Elphaba yawned. Glinda looked at her with concern.

“You know I didn’t sleep much last night,” was all Elphaba offered. She put her hand on Glinda’s shoulder, “Shall we be leaving then.”

It was a dreary day outside. Completely appropriate. It was dark and cloudy and there was a little rain, but luckily they girls had an umbrella so Elphaba would be protected from the water. Waiting by the curbside Elphaba held the umbrella up while Glinda rested her head on Elphaba’s shoulder.

Glinda sighed, “Don’t worry Elphie, things will start to look up soon. I know they will.” She gave her friend a small smile, looking up at her.

“I sure hope you're right Lindie.”

Not long after their carriage arrived. Glinda made a dash from under the umbrella into the carriage so to not get wet. She was surprised when Elphaba did not get in the other side and handed her the bags.

“I’m not coming Glinda. I… I just can’t go back now, not now that I know what the Wizard is doing. I need to try and make a difference. I can do that here in the Emerald City.”

Glinda started to tear up.

“Please don’t leave me Elphie. I don’t know how I can make it through school without you.”

“Don’t be silly Lindie. It’ll alright. Fiyero will take care of you.”

“Fiyero! Elphie… you can’t just leave Fiyero. He LOVES you. We both do!”

Elphaba closed her eyes and took a deep breath, “Glinda, don’t make me think of Fiyero right now. This is already hard enough.”

“How are you going to survive all alone?”

“I’ll find my way.”

“What if you don’t?”

“Don’t worry so much about me my dear. Goodbye Lindie.”

“Goodbye Elphie.”

With that Elphaba kissed Glinda on the forehead before closing the carriage door. The carriage took off and Glinda looked back through the window until Elphaba could no longer be seen. She cried the whole ride home.


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Glinda had been wrong. Things hadn’t gotten better. After Elphaba left things just got worse and worse to the point where happiness seemed a relatively unobtainable goal.

Glinda walked over to a mirror and glanced at Elphaba before looking at her own reflection.

How she had changed since the day she returned to Shiz. How life had changed since that day.

Glinda looked at Elphaba’s sleeping form.

“Oh Elphie, you always knew how to make things better. I hope you can help us make things better this time.”

She walked over to Elphaba and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead before exiting the room.

That's a lot of pressure for one recovering green girl. Update when you can.

The ICBH

It's pressure the green girl has had on her shoulders her entire life.

her purpose I think, is not to give happiness, but to find it....

and when she finds it, finally, she achieves her self-prescribed goal of granting happiness to others...

Good Job, Passionate

A.N. It's been far too long! I'm very sorry. I never imagined I'd be so busy during the summer! Anyhoo, just for you guys I stayed up to an ung-dly hour writing this. It's Fiyeraba goodness so enjoy! Next udpate won't be quiet so fluffy.

A New Day

As the morning sun awoke so did Elphaba. The world was in a peaceful place in between living and sleeping and Elphaba found herself smiling at the simplicity of her existence. She did not feel well, Oz no, but she felt safe, and that was a lot better than she had felt in a very long time.

Adjusting herself gently, Elphaba turned her head to the left so she could gaze out the window. The sky was beautiful. The sun illuminated the expanse surrounding it, leaving the sky splatter painted by pinks, purples, reds, oranges, and blues. The sky was clear and the clouds were light. It was a sight to see and Elphaba was grateful she had the opportunity to see it.

There was a unique sweetness to the birds’ chirps this morning. It was this chirping that caused Fiyero to groggily awake from his slumber in the chair to the right of Elphaba’s bedside.

“Mmmm. Fae?” he whispered, carefully trying not to awake Elphaba if she was indeed sleeping.

“Isn’t it beautiful Fiyero?” Her voice came out raspy and her breathing was still a tad shallower than average.

He looked out the window to follow her gaze before she turned her head to face him. They stared into each others’ eyes with attentiveness. It was almost as if their souls were having a conversation. It had been too long and the two were quite aware of the fact. Elphaba broke the connection first by bringing her focus to the ceiling.

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” she admitted to someone. Whether it was to Fiyero or herself, she was not sure.

“I don’t know what you were thinking either.” She looked at him again and he smiled at her. “You could have gotten yourself killed.”

“I actually wasn’t referring to that.”

“Oh?”

She turned away from him again to face the window, embarrassed by what she was about to admit.

“I was referring to when I left you at Shiz. I don’t know what I was thinking when I chose to stay in the city,” She sniffled but shed no tears, “I needed you then… I mean, I can take care of myself! Don’t get the wrong idea. I don’t need you… But I think I still need you now.”

“Oh Fae.” Fiyero got into the bed next to her in a reclining position. He put one arm around her to embrace her and the other arm to prop himself up and stroke her hair. “It’s okay to cry you know.”

“I know it’s okay around you my dear. I’ll need to have a good cry one of these days. Ozma knows it’s all been building up long enough, but I can’t cry right now. I’m very weak. I don’t have the strength to deal with a burned face too.”

A comfortable silence took over them for a time before Elphaba found it getting too uncomfortable for her.

“So…” she started, having a hard time getting to her point, “Are you and Glinda…”

Fiyero sighed and cut her off, “I can’t lie to you Elphaba. Glinda and I have had our times together since you left… But… But we never fell in love. We never loved each other, well at least not the way I love you,” he paused before continued and looked out the window. He couldn’t bring himself to look into Elphaba’s eyes, “We both wanted to remember you and forget you. I don’t think you know how hard it’s been for us to not have you around. We both love you so much,” he paused again and took a deep breath before looking deep into Elphaba’s eyes, “Please don’t leave me again. I don’t think I could take it. I don’t know if we can ever be the people we were at Shiz again, but I at least want to give us a try one more time. We may be different people now, but I don’t think our love ever died.”

Elphaba rolled over and buried her head in Fiyero’s chest.

“I don’t think it died either,” she smiled at him lovingly, “I missed you every night, not that that means much. I know I wasn’t here. But I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere. I want to give us a try again too… but Fiyero?”

“Yes.”

She looked up at him and he looked down at her. She blushed.

“Umm… I… Well I… Don’t get me wrong I still love you… But… I don’t know if I’m comfortable picking up right away where we left off at Shiz… I mean… What I’m trying to say is…”

“Shhhh,” he cut her off and whispered for the sake of keeping her comfortable, “We don’t have to be intimate again just yet. I’m in no rush. As long as I can sleep here next to you, I’m happy as a clam.”

(Fiyero noted how she rushed saying she still loved him. It didn’t make him uncomfortable, only worried about Elphaba’s comfort. He knew he and Elphaba would have to take things slowly.)

He kissed her lightly on the lips. She deepened it by kissing him more fiercely and snaking her tongue into his mouth.

Fiyero let out a gentle moan and pulled away not long after.

“More of that later. For now, we have to get you to get some more rest.”

“But I just woke up,” Elphaba protested.

“It’s still early. We should both get some more rest before Glinda wakes up and it’s really time for the day to start.”

“Only if you stay with me Yero my hero.”

“I’d have it no other way Fae.”

She rolled over to face away from him once again and he held on to her tightly, spooning with her peacefully and lovingly.

“Love you Fae.”

“Love you too Yero,” Elphaba replied in a hushed voice almost too quiet for Fiyero to hear before drifting off to sleep.

Fiyero's words of just wanting to sleep beside her, melted my heart. You were completely right for having them wait before being intimate. They need to rediscover each other again.

Now, if I can be naugthy for a moment? Are we eventually going to get to read a love scene for a full stroy written by the most passionate girl I know? WoW!

Looking forward to more of the story.

The ICBH

Great update passionate! A little nervous about the non-fluffiness that's on the way, but I look forward to it regardless!

I believe so ICBH!

I think I can fit it in somewhere.

Do you want a scene just like my one shot or do you want something a tad more graphic that I can post the link to here when I write it? If you want it more graphic I would make it not necessary to read for the story... but a bonus, hee hee

- passionate

P.S. Ash, don't worry. The nonfluffiness shouldn't be too intense... just not that happy...

I wouldn't want anyone to be left out from reading your story, due to content. So be kind to the sensor. This story is meant for all Fiyeraba lovers to see.

That being said. Hook a sister up! PM me the link!

The ICBH