Hulloo! Again! Here's the last installment! Locke plays a big part in Fiyero and Elphabas lives... Or not. Depends on your point of view. And if you're looking at things another way. ;-)


Lately, Locke had noticed, Fiyero had been coming early and going late. He came in around five o'clock, and most days left around one a.m.

Tonight, the prince was leaning against a wall, moodily staring out at the laughing couples. Despite the girls who flirtatiously wiggled their fingers at him or smiled shyly in his direction, he didn't dance.

It'd been this way for a little over two weeks. Locke estimated that it had begun the day after the title of "Glinda the Good" had been bestowed on the bubbly Miss Upland.

Locke headed over to the Vinkun boy, holding out an offering of punch.

Fiyero looked quizzically at him.

"Oranges and cherries and grapes," Locke said, and Fiyero nodded, accepting the drink.

"So, what's got you down?" (A/N; that was disgustingly cliche, i know) Locke asked after the prince had swallowed the punch in two gulps.

Fiyero grimaced. "Is it that obvious?"

"Yeah. And if it were anyone else, the guys would've started badgering you about it long ago." Locke laughed. "How do you do it?"

"What?"

"Glare so threateningly at people that they leave you alone."

"Is an old Vinkun practice," Fiyero said sarcastically. "But it doesn't seem to work on you."

Locke laughed again. "No." He paused. "But, really, what's up?"

Fiyero sighed. "Have you had a lot of girlfriends?"

Locke thought about it. "Yeah. Four or five, I guess. Though it doesn't compare to 37."

"Okay. Well, how do you tell someone you're not... In love with them?"

Fiyero Tiggular was coming to Locke Knightly for relationship advice? Fiyero Tiggular needed relationship advice? This was one for the books.

"Well," said Locke, "you're asking the wrong guy. Four out of five broke up with me, and I'm still with the fifth. Besides, haven't you broken up with 36 girls?"

"35. Elia dumped me when she decided to go into the religious orders."

"Dude. Tough. But still, man. You've got experience."

"Yeah, but I actually care about Glinda."

Locke gave him a look. "So why do you want to break up with her?"

"Things... Changed."

"What changed?"

"Elphaba."

"Oh." Locke considered. "But she's the Wicked Witch of the West now, right?"

Fiyero dropped his punch on the floor, crushing it, and anger flashed in his eyes. "I never want to hear you say that again, Knightly." The prince grabbed a fistful of Locke's shirt and slammed him against the wall.

Fiyero leaned closer and hissed in Locke's ear, "I want you to be the first to know; I am in love with Elphaba Thropp. Witch, yes. Wicked, only wickedly wonderful."

Locke could only stare.

Well, that's that. Thanks for reading!