A bit of a longer drabble, but I found a really good prompt on Tumblr and just kind of went for it. Hopefully I'll be able to update these a little more regularly now that life as slowed down a bit.

#29- Wanted

"Hey, Fae! Come here for a minute!"

Armed with a broom, dustpan, and garbage bags, the green witch heaved a heavy sigh as she entered the bedroom to find her husband sprawled quite comfortably on the floor, years worth of paraphernalia lay strewn around him in every direction.

Fiyero's face lit with a smile when he saw her. "Come here! You have to see this!"

Placing her supplies aside, Elphaba picked her way to his side, taking metal inventory of the haphazard items around her. "You've used those exact words no less than eight times already today. How are we ever supposed to clean the closet when you stop every five minutes to stare at another piece of junk."

He drew back slightly, half offended and hands protectively clutching a series of papers to his chest. "Junk? These are our memories!"

Mess is more like it. Still, knowing him to be much more sentimental than herself, she took a seat beside and asked, indulgently. "What great treasure have you discovered now?"

He studied her for a moment more, as if the gage her sincerity, the slowing unfurled the paper and handed it to her. "I'll bet it's been a while since you've seen this, eh?"

Taking it from him, her brow lifted as she examined the crudely drawn portrait. "I've actually never seen this." She replied, inspecting it closer. The brow climbed further when her eyes reached the amount printed at the bottom. "Sweet Oz, that's enough to buy a small farm. Morrible wanted my head that badly?"

"Oh, this was an early version. By the time I found you, you were worth enough to feed the Emerald City for a year." Wrapping an arm around her, Fiyero pressed a kiss to her brow. "Luckily, I'm not a man who needs a lot of food to survive."

She smiled, despite herself, "A whole year, huh? That's…kind of flattering, actually." Glancing at him, she reached for the other paper still held in his hand. "And this?"

He smirked. "You weren't the only one that garnered a reward after you disappeared."

"You kept your own wanted poster?"

Fiyero replied with a shrug. "A man does have to maintain some sense of pride."

"Your incorrigible." Rolling her eyes, she plucked it from his hand. "If the reward for me was that great, the one for you is probably enough to—oh…"

Fiyero's eyes narrowed. "What?"

"Nothing." Balling the poster up in her hands, Elphaba attempted to stand. "Let's get back to work. We've already wasted most of the afternoon."

"Not so fast." An arm snaked around her waist, pulling her back to him as he reached around her and snatched it away. "So it might not be as much as yours, but I'm sure it's nothing worth getting upset-What?"

Beside him, Elphaba flinched. "Fiyero, it doesn't matter!"

Stunned, he balled up the paper himself and tossed it aside with a disgusted grunt. "Apparently I'm not even worth a month of food."

Peering at her foolish husband over her glasses and hands on her hips, she exclaimed, "I can't believe you're offended by that. We're probably still wanted. If it's that important to you, I'll turn you in myself."

He stepped around her, sulking like a small boy. "Why bother? It's not as though I'm worth that much."

"You are worth 'that much' to me," she stated, turning his face to hers. "In fact, you're worth much more than I could even tell you. Are you really going to let a foolish piece of paper change your belief of that?"

"No," he grumbled, unconsciously leaning into her hand.

"Good. Because as wonderful as you are, my sweet, that ego of yours has a tendency to make your head swell."

"A man has to have something," he replied, stubbornly.

Elphaba's gaze was pointed. "I think you've doing pretty well for a wanted man, wouldn't you say?" Pressing a kiss to his lips, she stood. "Now stop complaining and help me finish this closet. Glinda will need the space when she visits next month."

Fiyero blinked. "Glinda's coming?"

She nodded with a sly smile. "Did I forget to mention that?" Slipping past him, she plucked the posters from his hands. "Maybe I will hang onto these after all. I'm sure she'll find them quite amusing."

His eyes widened. "You wouldn't."

She shrugged. "We can ask her if the figures are accurate. She would probably know your true value at that point in time."

Standing, Fiyero advanced on her. "Why, you evil, wicked, woman."

With a laugh, she sprinted away, clutching the precious contraband protectively to her body. For the split second Fiyero hesitated in the chase, Elphaba's words became clear as day and he realized, much to his delighted annoyance, that she was right.

Again.

Right here, in the life they had built together, was worth more than any amount of gold-or food-, he could ever want.