Spring Break is nice... well, I mean it snowed a little yesterday so it's not so Spring like, but I have some free time, so I decided to go ahead and start this!

This is a sequel to my story, As If By Magic. While I'd prefer it if you read that first, I suppose you could just read this. To sum it up, at Shiz, Fiyero and Elphaba got together, mostly because he had a growing interest in Animal rights. She eventually decided to see the Wizard and he goes with her. When she realizes the Wizard is not all she thought he was, he agrees to go underground with her. They faked their deaths and moved to the City.

And here we are... this story will contain darker themes than As If By Magic, which is the main reason I decided to post is seperatly. It's booksicalverse, and while it's rated T for now, might get raised to M.

Happy reading!

Sunlight woke him up, not for the first time. The bedroom faced East and had a large window with very sheer curtains, letting almost all of the morning sunlight in. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping to block out the sun and fall back asleep. When it didn't work, he groaned, submitting to the fact that it was morning. He reached over, hoping to find a warm body beside his; he was disappointed, but not surprised.

He got dressed and made his way to the main living room, which also served as a kitchen and dining room. He made coffee, the height of his domestic abilities. He drank it black, settling into one of the secondhand kitchen chairs. He was done with it by the time he heard the footsteps rushing up the stairs, turning the key in the lock. The door swung open and he glanced up, to be greeted with nothing but an annoyed "Damnit."

"Good morning, love," he said mildly. She slumped down into one of the chairs, letting her forehead rest on the table and he got up to relock the door. "So it's safe to assume you never came home last night?"

"I told you not to wait up for me," she admitted. "I'd hoped to be back before now, though."

He touched her shoulder, aware of how tired she was. In a soft voice, not accusatory or angry, but concerned, he said, "I thought we'd agreed that you would pull back? Slow down, at least until after-"

"After the baby is born?" she supplied, not wanting to snap at him, but tired of the conversation already. She pushed up so she could look at him. "Look, I know, but I don't know how to tell them."

"They should be able to figure it out by now, or at least they will soon," he said fondly, letting his hand drift down to her stomach. "Do you want me to tell them? I will."

She smiled, at least for a second. "I'm happy, I really am, Yero. I just.... there are so few women in the Resistance, anyway, and that was part of their reason for being so hard in the screening process, they don't want people to quit halfway through a mission or whatever and I-"

"And you don't want to quit."

"And I don't want to quit," she admitted. "I'm horrible, aren't I?"

He nudged her up out of the chair and walked her back to their bedroom. "No, you aren't. You just don't like sitting on the sidelines when there's a rebellion going on." He gestured to the bed, and she didn't take much more encouragement than that, collapsing down onto it. "But we are having a baby. You are pregnant, and the baby isn't going to wait for some convenient time, some off season." He tucked the blankets around her. "And you need to take care of yourself."

"You won't be joining me?" she asked, trying to mask her disappointment.

"As much as I would love to stay with you, no. Work to be done." He kissed her, making sure she was settled, seeing her eyelashes flutter as she tried to stay awake. "Sleep. I'll be home later, we should be able to eat dinner together?"

"I'm off tonight,"

"I... have a couple of hours in between shifts," he admitted. "I love you," he said, getting ready to go.

She pulled the blanket up around her chin. "I'll stop,"


She propped herself up on her elbows. "They have me on a mission, ending in early winter. That's just a few weeks. When it's over, it's over. At least until after the baby is born."

He smiled a little. "Good. Now I really do need to go," he said, knowing she would be asleep before he'd even left the apartment.

They were doing pretty well. They used a half dozen false names, careful not to do anything that would bring too much attention to them. They had found a rebel cell pretty easily, both falling into it- her with a bit more passion than him. He'd decided that he would also hold a more conventional job- being a terrorist didn't pay very much. There had been ups and downs mostly due to a lack of time together.

The Resistance (the Anti-Wizard activist group had no formal name other than that) knew they were married, but weren't pleased with it, and carefully made sure they were never put on the same assignment. They claimed it would hurt productivity. He knew they wouldn't be pleased when they found out she was having a baby.

Well, he was pretty happy about it.

He was thrilled that after five years living in the City they were starting a family, and for more than the typical reasons. He didn't have the Anti-Wizard fervor that she did. Once, she had angrily accused him of being incapable of getting passionate about anything. He'd admitted that being a terrorist was not his life- loving her was. So, a selfish part of him was glad that she would be at least temporarily unable to work. He hoped that their child would give her something else to live for, something safer.

He doubted it, but he could hope.