The grip on her wrist tightened as the shock of hitting flesh and muscle slowly disappeared. Her body wriggled this way and that as she tried to escape from the hold, but it was too tight, and Elphaba was certain she'd have bruises later (if dead people bruised).


Her cry was cut short as a hand slipped over her mouth, the taste of bitter skin nearly making her gag. If I'm not already dead, I will be in a moment's time, she thought to herself.

"Do you want us to be caught?" asked the other voice in a harsh whisper.

This time, though, the voice was not so unfamiliar. Not as it had been before. Elphaba's eyes flew open and she stared into the darkness. The only thing she could see was the broken sun-roof above her head, a small scattering of stars across what little bit of sky appeared through the broken panes.

Where was she? A sudden panic washed over her and she gave another muffled cry, her back arching. She needed to get out of here, wherever 'here' was. She needed to get away from whoever was holding her captive.

"Fae, stop! Calm down!"

It took a few long seconds for the other's words to register in her mind. Fae? Her gaze dropped onto a shadowed figure to her side. The hand over her mouth slipped away and she bit her lower lip, watching the person. She knew who it was, but it couldn't be. It just wasn't possible. Of course, it wasn't possible for her to be laying there in the darkness of her old flat, either.

After her breathing had calmed and it was obvious she wasn't going to attack, the grip on her wrist loosened and finally disappeared. She flinched and quickly covered her body under the blanket as the other person struck a match to light a nearby candle. Elphaba looked up and felt her heart nearly stop as the other's half-shadowed face came into view. The man was dark-skinned, with long brown hair, large dark brown eyes and a pattern of blue diamond tattoos trailing from his temple down over his jaw and disappearing into the shadow on his neck. She gasped.

"But... you're..."

Elphaba sat up and reached a hand out hesitantly, finally bringing it to cup his face after having an inner-battle with herself. He was real all right, and warm – alive. A shiver ran up and down her spine as one of his hands rose to cover her own hand, their fingers lacing together slowly.

"I'm here, Fae," he whispered before turning his head to kiss the inside of her palm.

She nearly gave an outward cry of joy, but caught herself and instead lunged forward to wrap her arms around his neck, her mouth catching his in a hungry kiss. It lingered for a few wonderful moments before she pulled back to look at his beautiful face. She let the tip of her index finger lightly trace the diamonds on his face.

"So this isn't death?" she asked quietly.

"No," he replied. "You were having a nightmare."

Elphaba paused, her eyebrows furrowing together slowly. "A nightmare?"

Her lover nodded and watched her with concern. "You woke me not too long ago, thrashing about like some wild animal, saying you deserved a peaceful death. I didn't really know what to do, as I've never seen you have a nightmare before. But then you started yelling and I had to stop you before someone heard."

Fiyero lifted the wrist he had been grabbing onto and placed it against his lips, giving it a tender kiss. "My apologies if I hurt you."

Elphaba waved it off as though it weren't a big deal (though her wrist was tender and sore) and glanced away, thinking. Nothing was making sense. She sat quietly for a good ten minutes as Fiyero watched her. Finally she returned her eyes to his face and frowned.

"What?" he asked.

"It just... it doesn't make sense," she answered. "Everything was so vivid, so real."

"Will you tell me about it tomorrow?" Fiyero leaned in and brushed his lips over her cheek gently. She wanted to tell him about it now, but something else was beginning to take over her mind. That dream – or nightmare – had made it feel like an eternity since they'd made love and she wanted him to know just how much she cared and how much she would miss him if he ever did leave her.

"I love you."

"And I love you."

Though Elphaba was never one to really express her emotions, this moment was an exception.