Disclaimer: Wicked is the creation of people far more talented than I. I'm just waiting for the movie.

AN. Sorry, this is super short! Like seriously, very short.

Also, I just realised I never put the photo of Elphaba's dinner party dress on my blog. So that's now up, because I've been waiting to use that dress in a fic for a year.


There you have it.

Not wanting to impose on Lina and Daan, we moved to stay with Galinda and Boq. We stayed at Beria Fa for about two months, while we decided what we wanted to do. We had to help the staff find other employment, deal with the estate and go through the remains of Kiamo Ko in search of anything that might be salvaged. I hated to say goodbye to Zeldha, but worse was saying goodbye to Dillamond. He had been with the Tiggular family for so long, he was almost part of it. I knew Fiyero hated it as much as I did, but without a house, we simply had no work for him.

We were both relieved when Galinda and Boq found themselves with a sudden, desperate need for a butler and asked Dillamond to come to and work for them at Beria Fa. I suspect Dillamond was too.

It was three days after the fire that we were allowed to go to Kiamo Ko and see the ruin for the first time, and see what had survived. There was little, although I was surprised to find, in the remains of our bedroom, the postcard of Kiamo Ko I had bought so long ago. It was singed, but the box it had been in had mostly protected it. I kept it.

It didn't take long before the story of the fire and who was behind it spread through the village. It seemed common knowledge that Madame Morrible had started the fire, although we heard various rumours as to why she had apparently done it. The truth was among them, and although not everyone believed it, it was enough to make people talk.

Fiyero hated it, but he didn't complain much. He insisted that as long as we were all together and healthy, that was all that mattered.

It was Galinda who suggested we go back to the Emerald City halfway through the fifth month of my pregnancy, although she meant just to get away for a while, perhaps until the baby was born. Until all the fuss and gossip had died down. I was never going to refuse a chance to go back to the City, and Fiyero agreed.

We had planned to stay until the baby was born and then decide whether Kiamo Ko could- or should- be rebuilt or if we wanted to buy a new house somewhere.

I loved being back in the City. We were staying again at the Emerald Star and it was strange how comforting yet strange it was to be back. In the Emerald City, news of the fire had reached its walls, but none of the stories or gossip had; which was a refreshing change of pace. I had insisted on bringing Chistery with us, I wasn't going to leave him behind. Fiyero rolled his eyes, but gave in. It was technically against hotel policy for dogs to be allowed, but they made an exception for us.

Fiyero and I had a beautiful summer together in the Emerald City, with much reflection upon the last year and how much had changed since then. It felt incredibly strange to think where I had been a year earlier when we had met, and now- despite everything- we were so happy. In the early days, we talked of Kiamo Ko a lot. I knew if we didn't rebuild, Fiyero would miss it and it would be hard for him to let go of his childhood home… his family home.

And then in early September, we welcomed our beautiful daughter into the world. Zoie Galinda Tiggular was born perfectly healthy, and perfectly and decidedly non-green, although I never let on to Fiyero how relieved I was at that. Galinda and Boq, Avaric, Milla and Sivan and Lina and Daan all came to visit and dote on her.

Fiyero still insists she looks exactly like me, but I have never seen it. I think she's the perfect blend of the two of us.

It was while I was in the hospital still that Fiyero made a decision about our future. He argued he didn't want to bring our daughter home to a hotel room, but he didn't want to leave the Emerald City. So he went out and bought a surprisingly modest apartment on the other side of the city, and with the help of Galinda and Avaric, managed to furnish it and have it completely set up for Zoie and I to come home to.

And that was it. We had a new home, a new family. And I knew Fiyero had let go of the idea of ever going back. The estate was still going, the farms and crops under the guidance of Avaric and the tenants; but we would never go back. It was understood, but never really spoken of.

I wish I could end this tale with a sign that we lived happily ever after. But I can't. Our story is still going. Zoie is nearly a year old, and she brings so much joy to our lives and is utterly adored. She changes slightly every day, and we love her a bit more every day.

Fiyero and I are happy. We're committed to our wedding vows and to our promise of leaving the past behind us and have nothing come between us. Of course, we know the day will come when Zoie asks questions, and we're not exactly sure what to tell her.

So, while the past may still haunt us in some ways, we are moving forward and not looking back. I may still dream of Kiamo Ko, but I don't miss it. Not really. And every day, we are less haunted by it… and by the ghosts that linger there.

"We are products of our past, but we don't have to be prisoners of it."

The End

AN. Told you it was short. Actually, you're lucky you got this! Rebecca ends with them driving towards the house and realising it's on fire.

Hope you enjoyed this! Thank you everyone for reading! I'm nearly finished the next fic, so it'll be up soon! I thought I'd finish it last night, but the last chapter is writing itself and surprising me with it's length!

Coming up next: Sins of the Father