AN: I'm giving you a short, sweet ending. I originally wrote this finale in a much fluffier, lighter way and structured the rest of the story to explain this scene. However, when I reread it prior to posting it, I realized the rest of the story had taken a dramatic turn I didn't intend and I redid this scene to suit.
Three years later
(One year post graduation)
Fiyero wrapped his arms around his wife.
"Come away from that crystal ball, sweetheart," he teased, "you're always staring at it."
"You know you enjoy firsthand news," Elphaba replied, leaning against her husband's chest, "look at Glinda—she's wonderful. She can charm those old idiots into doing anything she wants. She's even making headway on the Animal banns."
"Tell me, witchy wife o' mine," Fiyero murmured, running his fingers through Elphaba's hair, "do you ever wonder what would have happened if our marriage hadn't forced us to face our fears and our love?"
"Look . . ." Elphaba said motioning toward the crystal ball. She closed her eyes and began to chant:
Apa, tunjukkan saya di masa lalu kini masa dan semuanya jika diatur belum . . .
"I won't be able to see," Fiyero objected.
Elphaba covered his hands with hers. "Yes you will. You just have to be touching me. Unless you have a problem with touching the green girl?"
The crystal ball showed them together, freeing a caged Lion cub and avoiding admitting their love. It showed Elphaba receiving a summons from the Wizard, journeying to the Emerald City . . .
"Sweet Oz," Fiyero whispered, tightening his hold on his wife, "don't ever do that."
They saw Elphaba flying high, defying gravity on a broomstick—rescuing Animals. She was visiting Nessa and . . .
"Oh, Oz," Elphaba swore, "I can't believe I would have turned Boq into tin!"
"Look—I left Glinda for you, in the end. She was right when she said nothing could keep us apart . . . not even the Wizard."
"Nessa!" Elphaba cried, staring at the crystal ball.
"Shh, sweetheart. It's only the would-have-been," Fiyero breathed.
"Fiyero?" Elphaba said "It feels so real—look. I would have had to fake my own death just to get away from all of them. And you would have been a Scarecrow!"
"I like this way better," Fiyero said, kissing Elphaba's hair.
"Glinda was right when she said our marriage changed everything for the better."