A/N: okay, my first Wicked fanfic! Please be nice, feedback is greatly appreciated. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: do I even need to say it? No, I don't own Wicked.


"In there! She went in there!" A man's voice yelled and suddenly the door was kicked open by two men in emerald uniforms. Elphaba shrank behind a pile of crates, praying for the first time in her life to the Unnamed God. They quickly scanned the room, looking for their victim. They began to step on crates and knock down shelves, frantically and violently searching for their target. Suddenly, one of the men, the larger of the two, turned and went over to the pile of crates that were hiding Elphaba. A large smirk spread across his face and he motioned for the other man to come over. Together, they knocked down the pile and cornered the green witch.

"Thought you could hide forever, witch?" the larger man asked cruelly, while the smaller one held a rifle to her head. "Let me tell you, greenie, you're no match for our Glorious Wizard." and with that, the smaller man pulled the trigger on his gun.

Elphaba Thropp woke with a start, cold sweat running down her face and back. She examined her surroundings, and, realizing she was safely in her dorm room, let out a long sigh. Sitting up, she glanced at the pink blob that was Galinda and her bed. The bubbly blonde seemed to still be asleep, which relieved Elphaba; she didn't want to explain why she awoke with such a start in the middle of the night, not wanting to relive the moment.

It was just a nightmare she told herself.

But it felt so real…

Shaking her head to clear any memory of the past 30 minutes, Elphaba climbed out of her bed, not wanting to fall back asleep for fear of having yet another nightmare. Grabbing a coat from her closet, she slipped it on over her nightgown, and silently headed for the door.

Once in the hallway, Elphaba realized she had no idea why she had left her dorm in the first place. Feeling the need to go someplace, instead of just standing there, she walked toward the front doors of the building. Nobody in their right mind would be awake at this hour, so she knew she wouldn't be caught out past curfew. Pushing through the glass barrier, Elphaba slipped into the darkness.

It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, but once they did, she could see clearly. She began to wander down the pathway that twisted through the courtyard. After a while, Elphaba slowly walked over to a tree and lowered herself onto the ground. She let out another long sigh and shook her head once more. Where in Oz did that dream come from?

She didn't get to answer her own question. A twig snapped somewhere a few yards away. Elphaba's body stiffened. She listened closely; maybe she was just hearing things. Then came the rustling of leaves. She was definitely not imagining anything. She could now make out the faint form of another person, just down the pathway. Elphaba stood up quickly from her seat against the tree and tried to hurry away before being noticed.

"Elphaba?" came a voice behind her.

That voice, she would know it anywhere. Putting on a scowl and choosing to ignore the flutter of her heart when she heard him say her name, she turned around.

"Master Fiyero." she replied coolly.

"Elphie…Elphie what are you doing out here, all alone. And in the middle of the night, nonetheless!" He was close enough now that she could make out his handsome features. His curly blonde hair, his perfect skin tone, his brilliantly green eyes…

Stop it! Elphaba scolded herself. He's Galinda's boyfriend. Plus he's a prince, and you are no princess.

"I'm fine. And why does everybody have to use that ridiculous nickname Galinda came up with? Don't you dare call me that again." she snapped and turned to face the other direction, but not before she saw the fleeting presence of hurt in his eyes. She planned to walk back to her dorm, but she had only walked a few steps before curiosity got the better of her. She slowly turned around and faced him once more. After a second of standing there, she walked toward him, "What are you doing out here?"

"Well between you and me, Boq isn't the most silent sleeper ever. Tonight his snoring got to me a bit, so I decided to get some peace and quiet." he replied, smiling slightly at the memory of his slumbering roommate.

Elphaba fought back a smile, the image of Boq the Munchkin boy lying in his bed, snoring, was almost enough to send her into a fit of giggles; something she rarely ever did.

Just then, a gust of wind flew by, causing Elphaba involuntarily to shiver. Fiyero took a step closer and put his hand on her shoulder, causing her to shiver again. Although this time, she wasn't so sure it was from the chilliness of the air.

"So why are you out here, really," the prince asked sincerely. She locked her eyes with his. They were about the same height, Fiyero being about an inch taller than she. He had big hands, one of which was resting on her bony shoulder. She felt secure, a feeling she hadn't felt in a very long time.

"I had a nightmare and couldn't fall back asleep," she said softly, looking down at her feet. She wasn't one to be shy, but she felt so vulnerable at that moment, she couldn't help it. As far as she or anyone else was concerned, Elphaba Thropp didn't dream. Much less have nightmares.

To her surprise, Fiyero took the last step that separated them, and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a hug. She flinched, not used to this form of physical contact. But then she hugged him back, glad that he wasn't laughing at her.

When they pulled back from their hug, a lone tear rolled down Elphaba's cheek. Fiyero brushed it away with his thumb, then cupped her chin with his hand, his finger tracing her lips. Toward the horizon, the sun was rising.

After a few moments, he dropped his hand and smiled. She let out the breath she didn't realize she had been holding and smiled back at him.

"How 'bout we go get dressed, and I'll take you out for some coffee. You can tell me about your nightmare then." he suggested.

"But…what about Galinda?" she asked, smile fading.

"She doesn't have to know," he replied, shrugging. "Nor would she care. I think she'd be delighted to see that we were getting along"

There was a lot of truth to that, and Elphaba figured he was right.

Slowly she nodded. Coffee couldn't hurt.