Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked

Sorry for the long update. I was at the beach, then NYC, then to my cousins house. And the whole time I forgot to send this to my beta. haha the whole time I thought they had it, but they didn't.

Oh, and Elphaba might seem a little ooc, but remember she has been through a lot in the past couple of chapters.

Anywho, here it is...

Chapter 15

"Fiyero?" the muffled voice repeated.

Fiyero just blinked. Did he hear correctly? Was he seeing correctly? Or was the green figure in the corner just his imagination. "…Fae?" he managed, almost afraid to speak.

"Fiyero?!" A very familiar voice (though not as familiar as the first) spoke. "Ha! I knew you would come! See, Elphaba?"

Fiyero let out a deep breath, one he hadn't known he was holding in. As the situation finally sunk in he realized that he was not actually dreaming. He quickly ran to her, and crouched over her lifeless form. "Oh, Fae," he sobbed. He had not seen her in almost five years, but somehow it felt like it had been yesterday when he was begging her not to leave for the Emerald City. "W—what happened?" She stared blankly at him and did not move a muscle. Fiyero inhaled a sharp breath when he saw the nasty wound on her forehead. For a moment he was afraid she had some sort of brain damage, but then she reached up and touched his face.

"Yero," she smiled. "Is it really you?"

He just stared at her confused. "Yes."

"You were with me in the forest, Yero. You showed me the way," she mumbled, dazed.

Fiyero stared blankly at her. Something was seriously wrong. He quickly turned to Tally who was sitting next them. "What happened?" he asked sternly.

"To make a really long story short one of the guards attacked her from behind. I think she hit her head pretty hard. She's been kind of…dazed."

Fiyero felt tears in his eyes. You should have protected her! The voice inside his head hissed. He tried to ignore it, but he found it nearly impossible. The voice was right. "She needs a doctor," Fiyero told Tally as he examined her forehead.

Elphaba suddenly pulled away and sat up. "No I don't. I'm fine."

"Fae, lay back down."

"No."

"You're hurt."

"I'm fine."

Fiyero rolled his eyes. Why was she always so stubborn? However, he wasn't annoyed. How could he be? "Oh, Fae." He smiled and he gently ran his fingers through her hair. And just to assure him that she was really here, he slowly leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. "I never thought it was mistake," he told her as pulled away.

She just smiled at him and for the first time she felt safe. Somehow Fiyero's warm arms were comforting. He was her angel, protecting her from all evil. And for a moment, just a moment, it felt that everything would be ok.

"Fae," he sobbed. "I thought you were dead. They told me they killed you."

Elphaba let out a cackle, but it turned into a violent cough, which made Fiyero wince. "You're freezing!" Fiyero accused as he looked around quickly. "We have to get you out of here."

"And how are you going to do that?" Elphaba asked, dazed. Fiyero frowned. Although she was still talking, she was not her normal self. Fiyero knew something was wrong and she needed a doctor.

"I'm going to carry you out," he told her matter-of-factly.

She smirked. "I'd like to see you try. They'll shoot us both before we—" Elphaba's sentenced merged into an uncharacteristic scream as the floor disappeared from under her. "Fiyero! Put me down!" her voice was threatening, but she didn't struggle. Instead, she buried her head in his neck and allowed Fiyero to carry her.

"Won't someone catch us?" Tally asked, more than worried.

"No. No one is guarding the door or the palace. Everyone is celebrating," he said it with disgust. "They think she's dead."

"Oh."

"But just in case…" in one quick motion he managed to cover Elphaba's face with the cloak she was wearing. Satisfied that no green was showing, he began to walk to the cell door. "Ok let's go."

The journey seemed to be shorter than Fiyero remembered and they found themselves on the main level in no time. They walked in silence, mainly listening to Elphaba's staggered breathing.

"When's the last time she ate?" Fiyero asked Tally. He found Elphaba surprisingly light. Too light.

"I have no idea."

"I can hear you," a sarcastic voice hissed.

Fiyero's lips tugged upward into a half smile. "I thought you were sleeping."

"I'm not. Fiyero, is … Glinda here?" Elphaba mumbled.

He looked down at her and smiled. "Yes. Glinda is here and so is Liir and—"

"Liir?"

"Yeah. He's here."

Her eyes were still closed, but they appeared to be scrunched together in confusion. "B—but how do—"

"I'll tell you later."

"Does Glinda know?"

"Yes. She has announced herself as Aunt Glinda now," Fiyero laughed, but he was greatly surprised when Elphaba had not mentioned Fay. "Fay is here too," he told her softly.

Elphaba just laughed. "You should know. After all, you're carrying me," her voice was full of sarcasm and for a moment Fiyero was really confused. Eventually he realized that Elphaba thought he was talking about her. Not Fay.

"No. Elphaba, Fayette is here too."

At this, Elphaba's eyes shot open and for a brief second Fiyero thought she was seriously going to kill him. Suddenly, she began to struggle from his grip and he had to stop walking, so he wouldn't drop her.

"Elphaba, calm down. What's wrong?"

She eventually broke free of his strong grip and she was now standing next to him. At first she swayed and he quickly wrapped his arm around her waist to prevent her from falling.

"That's not funny Fiyero! Who told you about Fay?" Her voice was near hysteric and her eyes were burning.

"Shhhh!" Fiyero hissed. "Do you want someone to hear you?"

Elphaba had tears in her eyes and she slowly began to sway again. Fiyero reached out for her, but she staggered back, almost knocking Tally over.

Tally gave him a sad, but stern look. "Fayette is dead."

Her strict voice told him not to say anything more, but how could he not say anything? "Elphaba, I don't know what happened, but let me assure you. Fayette is alive."

"Fiyero… this isn't funny! I don't know who told you, but—" She would have said more but Fiyero's hand forcefully clamped over her mouth and he was now dragging her towards the wall. Tally followed, obliviously hearing what Fiyero had heard. At first Elphaba violently struggled, trying to break free of Fiyero's strong hold on her. He softly whispered in her ear.

"Shh. Someone is coming."

Elphaba stopped abruptly and almost became as still as a statue. If it wasn't for the tear that escaped her eyes Fiyero would have thought she went into shock or something. They heard a door slam in the distance, and there were rapid footsteps coming toward them. Luckily when the person turned, it was in the opposite direction, leaving the three undiscovered in the dimly lit hallway. Fiyero recognized him as one of the guards.

Tally and Fiyero let out a sigh of relief, but Elphaba just swayed.

"Fae?"

She never answered him. Instead her eyes rolled back and Fiyero barely had time to catch her before she hit the ground.

"Elphaba!" Fiyero whispered, worried.

"She just fainted," Tally told him simply. "She's has been doing that a lot in the past half hour."

Fiyero frowned as he scooped Elphaba up, bridal style, into his arms. "She's needs a doctor," he mumbled. "Come on. We are almost to Glinda's room. That's were we'll hide her for now. Tally?"

"Hmmm?"

"Why did Elphaba react … the way she did when I told her about Fayette?"

Tally sighed. "Fiyero, you have to understand. Fayette died a couple months ago. Elphaba went into shock. She wouldn't talk, eat, or sleep for days. Eventually, she snapped out of her spell, but she never talked about Fay again. It upset her to much."

Fiyero took in a sharp breath. He could not imagine losing a child. "Tally, Fayette is here. A guard found her and brought her here a few months ago. I have seen her with my own eyes."

"Fiyero, you better be right."

Fiyero nodded. He knew he was right. He suddenly stopped at a closed door. "This is it. Can you open it?" He motioned to Elphaba "I kind of have my hands full."

"Oh, yes. Of course." Tally quickly opened the door and they both walked into the room in more than a hurry.

"Lock the door."

"I already did," Tally said, already a step ahead off him.

"Fiyero?" a high pitched voice asked.

"Glinda, help please."

Glinda was at his side in a matter of seconds. "Oh my Oz! Elphie? What happened!? Why isn't she moving!?" Glinda cried, her voice hysteric. "Elphie?"

"Glinda, calm down. She just fainted." Fiyero quickly walked over to the bed and placed Elphaba in the middle of it.

"B—but, how did you find her?!"

Fiyero looked down when someone tugged the bottom of his pants. "Is that Mummy?"

Fiyero smiled, it was Fay. However, before he could answer the small girl Tally ran and picked her up.

"Thank Oz!" Tally spun the girl around and Fay let out a squeal for joy. "I thought you were dead!"

Fay gently patted Tally's back. "I'm ok," she told her simply and Tally let out tears of joy. "Aunt Tally. I can't breathe!"

"Oh, I'm sorry." Tally gently set the child back down. Of course her emotions got the best of her and she let out a loud sob. "I'm so happy you're alive. I thought you were dead."

"I'm ok," Fay assured her.

Tally pointlessly tried to dry her tears, but it was no use. "Now where is your brother?"

Glinda's head popped up, answering the middle age woman's question. "He ran to his room to go get a drawing he drew. He wanted to show it to me. He should be back in a few seconds." Glinda forced herself to smile, but failed miserably. Of course, she was happy that Fay and Tally had finally reunited, but she was still very worried for her friend. "Elphie?" she cried, sitting down on the bed next to her friend. "I'm so sorry. I should have never left you alone. Oh Elphie…"

"Glinda?"

Glinda's head shot up at the sound of her friend's voice. "Oh Elphie. I thought you were dead! I'm never going to leave you alone again, Elphaba. Do you hear me?"

Elphaba smirked. "I can take care of myself," she said, her voice raspy.

Fiyero quickly sat down on the other side of bed, next to Elphaba. "Fae…" He ran his fingers through her hair, to which Glinda inhaled sharply. He ignored that. He had to tell Elphaba what he wanted to say for so many years. And he was afraid, that it would be to late, if he didn't say it now. "Fae, I love you."

Glinda got off the bed at his words. She tried to hide her tears, but it was no use. Somehow she felt shallow. Shouldn't she be happy for her friends? She kept telling herself this, but the jealously still hurt.

Elphaba stared up at him, her eyes glowing. She bit her lip, uncertain, "Do you really mean it?"

He locked eyes with her and he gently intertwined their hands together. "I do. I love you, Fae."

She smiled at him, truly believing him. "I—"

"Mummy?" a small voice interrupted.

Elphaba sat up at the familiar voice, but Fiyero pushed her back down. "Lay down. She can come to you. Come here Fay." In one quick motion Fiyero picked Fay up and dropped her on the bed, next to her mother. He watched as Fay crawled closer to her mother and she quickly wrapped her small arms around Elphaba's neck.

For a moment Elphaba laid as still as a statue, not believing that Fay was really there. Fay was dead. Right? Yes. This was just her imagination playing a cruel trick on her. However, when Fay's hug became tighter and she saw Fiyero's hopelessly romantic smile on his face, she realized she was not dreaming. "Oh, Fay," she sobbed uncontrollably. Elphaba wrapped her arms around her daughter, and she slowly rocked them back and forth.

"I missed you, Mummy."

Elphaba blinked away her tears. "I missed you too."

"Mummy I can't breathe."

Elphaba laughed through her tears. "I don't care," she loosened her grip a little, but she did not completely release her hold on Fay. "I'm not letting you go."

"Okay, Mummy."

Fiyero smiled at two women he loved most in the world. And for the first time he understood the point of living. The point of happiness. He understood the concept of life.

"Fiyero," Elphaba's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Where's Liir?"


"Now, please tell me. I won't hurt you."

Liir sniffled, but he forced himself not to cry. He could not show the clown lady that he was scared. "Mummy says I'm not allowed to talk to strangers."

Morrible let out a scream in frustration. "How many times have we gone over this? I'm Auntie Morrible," she spat at the small boy. How she hated children. "There. Now that I introduced myself for the one hundredth time … we are not strangers."

"I … don't … know … Mummy says …"

"Mummy isn't here!" Morrible shouted at him. However, when she saw the fear in his eyes, she tried again, but this time more gently, "When's the last time you saw your Mummy, Liir?"

The little boy looked down, sad. "A while ago."

"Would you like to see your Mummy again?"

Liir nodded his head. "Yes. I want to go home too."

"You know. I could make that happen."

"You could?" Liir asked hopefully. He really didn't like this dark room they where in. It scared him to no end. If he would have known Morrible was taking him to the basement, he never would have come. After all, he was scared of basements, but she had told him she found his mother. Liir pouted. Morrible had lied to him, and now they were in some dirty cell.

"Yes," Morrible nodded her head wickedly. "All you have to do is tell me your mother's name. You can do that. Can't you?"

Liir hesitated for a moment. She didn't look very nice. "Mummy says—"

Morrible could have slapped the boy, but she forced herself not to. However, if he says one more thing about strangers… "Liir, your mummy is hurt, alone, and sad. She misses you Liir."

"I miss her too."

"Then just tell me her name and Aunt Morrible will make it all better."

"If I tell you can I go back upstairs and play with Fay?"

Morrible nodded her head. "Sure. Anything. Tell me her name Liir. Does it start with an E?"

Liir avoided eye contact. He really did not trust this lady, but he also really wanted to see his mum. "Yes."

Morrible smiled. "Tell me her name, Liir. You'll be saving her life. She's dying," Morrible lied. "You can save her. Oh, and I know you took my book, Liir."

Liir looked up, mortified. "You do?"

"Uh-huh, and I would like it back if you don't mind. I need that to save your mother. Can you do that Liir? Just tell me her name and where the book is. I promise everything will be better if you tell me."

Liir hesitated a moment. What if the lady was telling the truth? What if his mother was really dying? Liir felt tears in his eyes. He was so confused. He did not know what to do. He took a deep breath. "Her name is Elphaba. And the book is shoved behind Fay's dresser."

"Good boy," Morrible patted him on the head and quickly walked to the door.

"I thought you said I could go play with Fay now."

Morrible just smirked. "I lied." With those words she slammed the door shut, plunging Liir in total darkness.


Wow! I really need to stop with the cliffhangers...