A/N: ENJOY! Read. Review. Yeah. Also congrats to Norbert Leo Butz (AKA the original Fiyero), for his Tony Award for best actor in a musical (Catch Me If You Can)!

Disclaimer: I'm not that girl.

Set: After ALAYM.

Fiyero held a sleeping Elphaba tightly as he gazed up at the stars, not being able to fall asleep. Slowly as to not wake her, he buried his face in her long ebony tresses, breathing in deeply. Her hair smelt of pine trees and wildflowers. He sighed in content. A few hours ago he had never thought he would see her again, never less actually be with her, here in the middle of the Gilliken Forest! They had escaped from the Wizard and the Gale Force, and even though he was positive they were still looking for them (he wasn't that brainless), he didn't give a twig about them.

Elphaba tossed once then lay still, her head now resting on his chest, and muttering softly. Fiyero chuckled, seeing how peaceful she looked, she seemed younger, and at ease, all her troubles far behind her, for the moment. He found it ironic that this was the feared, hated, and monstrous Wicked Witch of the West, who terrorized the skies of Oz.

The thought of that almost made him laugh.

That woman didn't exist. There was only Elphaba Thropp. And Elphaba Thropp was not Wicked.

At the same time, the thought also made him feel as though there was a dagger being driven into his heat, and at the same time, filled him with rage, rage that he knew who this wonderful women really was, and no one else in Oz, (besides Glinda) bothered to give her a chance.

Wicked. Fiyero thought. No. that's not my Fae.

That was short. Eh whatever. Please review! They make me happy!