AH HA! After a VERY long update wait (sorry!!!), I finally have the second chapter up. Sorry that its not my very best work, I don't have any excuses except I've been writing ALL day for tests, so I pretty tired of it. So, without further ado, the story:

Elphaba's eyes widened, "How do you know that name?"

"What do you mean?" the scarecrow asked, raising his eyebrows in an awfully familiar way.

"Only two people have ever called me that, scarecrow. One will probably never speak to me again and the other is dead. So tell me, how do you know that name?" she hissed, looking more like a witch than ever before.

"Elphie," the scarecrow said again, "Elphaba Thropp Third Descending of Munchkinland. Went to the collage Shiz University to take care of your sister, Nessarose. You were forced to share a room with Galinda, later Glinda, Upland of the Upper Uplands, as she constantly reminded everyone. You eventually became best friends with her as the result of a publicly embarrassing prank played on you at the Ozdust Ballroom that involved your famous hat." he nodded at it.

"You were invited to the Emerald City by the Wizard of Oz himself, but upon learning the truth about the Animals, you fled. For two years, you evaded capture. Meanwhile, Glinda made her way up in the social ladder and became Glinda the Good."

"But, how in Oz do you know all of this? Who are you?" she asked.

"Haven't you figured it out by now?" the scarecrow asked sadly. "Come on Elphie, you're smarter than that."

Her eyes widened and she struggled to find words, "N-no, that's impossible. You-He died, I saw them take him away to be beaten. my spell fa-failed."

"It's me Elphaba, I swear it upon the straw in my head."

"I don't believe you," she snarled, "everything everyone has ever told me was a lie, why should this be any different?"

"It is!" he insisted. "How can I prove it Elphaba? I'll do anything!"

"You can't. Your not him, this is just some terribly cruel joke. He died and he can't come back, I know at least that much about death." She glared at him, "Get out."

"Bu-"

"I said to get out!" she screamed, he didn't refuse this time and quickly scampered out of the room. Elphaba slid to the floor and drew her knees to her chest, allowing her forehead to rest on them. She impatiently wiped a single tear away that became the first of many.

An unknown amount of time passed and the sky started to grow dim. Suddenly, a song drifted throughout the rooms, capturing her attention. It was so sweetly familiar to Elphaba that she subconsciously began to hum along. Drawn by the music, the Witch stood up and began to follow it, all the while still humming.

"Dancing through life, skimming the surface, gliding where turf is smooth...."

She turned a corner somewhere near the back of the castle to find the Scarecrow leaning against the wall, obviously the source of the song. Taking in a deep breath to calm herself, she looked him straight in the eyes. "Are you really him?" she whispered.

"I am, Elphie, I swear."

"Prove it. Tell me about yourself."

"I am Fiyero Tiggular, the Swankified Scadulatious Winkie Prince, at least I was. I loved you ever since we rescued a Lion Cub together the day that Dr. Dillamound was taken away. You made me realize that I was more than genuinely self-absorbed and deeply shallow. That, in fact, I was unhappy about my life and just used 'Dancing Through Life' as a mask. Mostly, you taught me how to look at things another way."

Elphaba's eyes widened in recognition of the last phrase. She flung herself into his arms and hugged him so tightly that most of the straw in his chest fell out. Quickly, she released him and helped gather the straw and put him back together. She held him at arms length and looked at his face, "W-what have I done to you?"

"You saved my life."

"But I turned you into a...a..." The realization seemed to hit Elphaba. Her eyes widened and she gasped, "The fireball! The poppies! Fiyero, I'm so sorry, I didn't kn-"

"Shhhh. It's alright..." he whispered, stroking her hair to sooth her.

"No! It's NOT alright! I almost killed you and the rest of your group. I-I wasn't thinking right. Those shoes were the only thing I had left to remember Nessa....to remember you..."

"I know, anyone else in your position that had gone through the things you had would have reacted the same way. Or, as I said earlier, worse. Considering the circumstances, your actually taking this quite well." He laughed a bit, "Besides, I always thought Maniacal Wicked Witches were rather attractive."

Elphaba rolled her eyes, a good sign that she was going back to normal, "Only you...." then her face turned serious, "What do we do now? I mean, I don't know if I can act Wicked now that I know your alive..."

His face broke out into a giant smile, "Actually, I do have a plan...."

So, I think thats all I'm writing on this story. The only thing I could think to add would be them leaving Oz, but there is already so many of those.... Thanks again for reading and sorry about the wait!

Please review, I really really appreciate it.