AN: Even better, here's another Christmas present for my readers: a whole new story! This one is based on the musical. I hope you like.

When they stepped through the clock, they found a shocking vision of the other side. Tall, smoking buildings seemed to be everywhere. The only thing that wasn't surprising was that the color of everyone's skin was white or dark brown. No green.

"This is going to be a problem." Elphaba said.

"Why?" Asked the Scarecrow.

"We're going to stick out."

They were standing on their own in some empty room looking out the window. Of course, they had no idea where they were, but they had a lot of other concerns, too. The Scarecrow said, "Maybe we won't."

"Ugh!" Elphaba kicked the wall. "Damn it! We're screwed. What am I going to do? This is a mess! I can't - "

The Scarecrow grabbed her and hugged her against him. "Shhh. We need to get out of here. Do you hear that?"

There were footsteps above them, voices below them and other various noises to the side of them. Elphaba looked at the Scarecrow sadly. "I wish I hadn't had to change you."

"I'll live."

"Right. But we can barely even hold each other anymore, Fiyero."

There were tears dripping down her face and the Scarecrow touched a gloved finger to her cheeks to wipe them away. "At least we're alive. Now, we've got to get somewhere where we can have some privacy and time to figure out what we do next."

Elphaba nodded solemnly. "I know."

The Scarecrow's face seemed to brighten. "Look across the street! Perfect. A hotel."

"And how are we going to get in without looking incredibly odd, Fiyero?"

The Scarecrow took Elphaba's cloak, wrapped it around her and put the hood over her head. "If we're lucky, the lighting inside will be bad and no one will take a second look at you if you ask for a room."

"And you?"

"Make sure to get a room with a window. I'll climb up. It's really easy when I'm made of straw, you know."

She smiled weakly. "All right. Let's go."

The Scarecrow lifted her to the window, which she opened and climbed out of and then reached a hand to help him. They crept across the street and the Scarecrow pulled her around a corner. "I'll be near this wall. Call out to me from the window when you get in the room. This building is small, I should be able to find you."

Tightening her cloak, Elphaba went into the hotel. Bowing her head, she went to the front desk. "I need a room."

A pretty brunette woman looked at her and smiled. "Sure, no problem. It's sixty-seven dollars a night. You pay in the morning." Gesturing to Elphaba's outfit and skin, she asked, "Costume party?"

Whatever lets me get away with looking like this in this world. Elphaba smiled. "Yes. Thank you."

The pale woman handed her a key. "Room two hundred and forty two."

Elphaba grabbed the key and headed up the stairs. When she found the room, she sighed in relief and opened the door. After tugging the hot cloak off, she went to the window. Opening it, she stuck her head out. "Fiyero?"

The Scarecrow ran around the corner and looked up. "I'll be there in a minute. Just leave the window open and get out of the way." Carefully, he climbed the ledges of the hotel and tumbled into the room. "Ta-da!"

She laughed and hugged him. But she pulled away almost immediately. "Ow! You poked me."

The Scarecrow moved his hands. "Sorry. The straw…"

"If only…"

"Don't start."

"Sorry."

"No. I'm sorry. If it weren't for me bursting into that encounter, you wouldn't have had to…"

"Do that?" She finished, gesturing to his figure. "But if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be alive right now. You saved my life. I didn't save yours."

"We saved each other." He corrected her.

She nodded solemnly and clutched his hand. "We'll never be able to…"

"I know. That's okay."

"But it's not okay. I want to love you." She said angrily.

"I know you do. Maybe someday, in this new place, we'll find a way to change me back. But for now, all that matters is that we're alive."

She looked away and sat on the bed, wringing her hands. "I wish I could fix this now. And I wish I could fix myself."

"Elphaba, you're beautiful. How many times do I have to tell you that?"

"I didn't mean because I want you to think I'm beautiful, though that would be a plus. I meant that I'd like to change my skin color so at least one of us can fit in around here. If you were still a man, maybe it'd be easier. But because of what I've done, it's not going to be that easy."

"Nothing is supposed to be easy in life. Unless you're going to be some devil-may-care, unaware of the world, secretly unhappy person like I was."

"You'd be happier if you'd married Glinda."

"I somehow severely doubt that. I love you." He gave her a reassuring smile. "Green skin only makes you all the more beautiful to me."

"Well, it's good that I'm not really allergic to water. That would really suck for me, wouldn't it?"

"Don't think about it. Let's work on how we're going to live for the next few days."

"We have no money. I can't even pay for this room."

"I have some Ozian money." The Scarecrow began digging in his pockets. "Well, actually, I had a lot of it… what the hell?"

"This doesn't look like Ozian money to me, Fiyero."

"What sort of currency is this? And who is Alexander Hamilton?"

"I have no idea."

"Could it be currency from this world?"

"But how?"

"Some sort of change when we stepped through the clock?"

"That's the only thing that makes sense."

"Then we have money!"

"Only enough to live on for a day or two, at the most. I doubt we can live off of that forever."

"You can't look on the bright side, can you?"

"Not for very long."

He touched her hair, aching that he couldn't actually feel the soft strands beneath the cloth of his hands. "I love you."

Tears welled in her eyes and she replied, "I love you, too."

He sat down on the bed. "I'm exhausted. Let's get some sleep."

In the morning, Elphaba woke curled up close to the edge of the bed, as far away from the Scarecrow as she could possibly be. When she rolled over, she was scratched by straw. "Shit!"

"Hmm? Huh?" The Scarecrow stirred and found her bleeding lightly. "Elphaba!"

"I'm fine."

"That was me, wasn't it?"

"Only because I rolled into you. Forget about it."

"I'm sorry."

"It's me that should be sorry, you know. I hate this! I can't stand it!" Rage built in her body and she stood up, turning away from the bed. "It's not fair!"

The Scarecrow didn't answer. He'd disappeared and in his place there was a burst of light, which Elphaba at first mistook for flame.

"No! Oh no, what have I done?" Elphaba cursed herself and buried her face in her hands.

"Elphaba?"

She looked up. "It's not possible. You're…"

"Human?" Fiyero smiled at her. "I guess I am."

"I got angry and I…"

"I know." He opened his arms to her.

She ran into his arms. "Fiyero!"