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She frowned at the water-logged daisies- it was raining outside and he was soaked. She didn't greet him, but did offer him a towel to dry off with. "Hey, Fae," he said as he reached for her so he could kiss her but she didn't let him and didn't take the flowers he offered her. He frowned at her. "What's the matter?"

"You should go," she said, hoping he would listen to her but knowing he wouldn't. "You shouldn't be here, you should be with your tribe, your wife and children."

"What are you talking about? Where is this coming from?"

She couldn't look at his shock, confusion. She busied herself with cleaning the room, dusting surfaces that never collected dust in the first place. "Common sense. Just go," she commanded but her voice wavered and she hoped he didn't detect it.

"Elphaba, I don't understand this. What happened, something had to have happened." He touched her shoulder but she swatted him away. "Did Avaric figure things out? Because if he did... well I'll deal with him, I'll talk to him."

She glared at him, her wanting for him to leave turning into anger- finally, an emotion she could work with! "Just stop, just go. We're done, I won't do this anymore."

He looked hurt then, finally realizing that he was not going to be able to talk himself out of this one. "Then that's fine, I'll go. I'll leave if that's what you want, I don't want to hurt you." He was scanning her face- and she realized he was trying to figure out what he'd done wrong, how he had managed to harm her. "Just tell me why you want me to leave, I want to know, please. I'm sorry if I hurt you, I never meant to."

She reminded herself to stay steady and sure. This would only work if she did. "You never hurt me, Fiyero, because-" the truth came out easily enough, but the lie that followed it threatened to stick in her throat. "-I never loved you."

The expressions spilled across his face in quick succession. Confusion, shock, disappointment, hurt, anger. "What do you mean? What are you saying?"

She'd found it so difficult to lie to him. Now the truth about her profession caught in her throat. "This is all fake, I don't love you. This was just a game, a job. I did what I had to do and it's over."

He sputtered. "What... I-"

"I'm a terrorist. You might be surprised to know that your dear friend Avaric is too, I still don't know how that happened. You're a Prince, we wanted to see where your political ideologies lie. So they had me sleep with you. But it's fine, we'll let you go as long as you go back to the Vinkus and stay out of the way. So have a nice life. Stay safe, raise your children well."

God, that hurt on his face was going to kill her. Why couldn't he just leave? "You don't love me." His voice was cold and flat, he was horrified.

"Correct. Don't take it personally, though," she said, hating herself. "It was my job, but now it's over. So go home." She had spent the week avoiding him, unable to face him. She was glad to finally be able to tell him most of the truth, but lying about the most important detail threatened to break them both. She had to leave out that she loved him, because she knew he would never leave her if he the truth. She kept herself so controlled it scared her. On the inside she was a nervous wreck, but on the outside she was cool and manipulative.

He looked at her hard, trying to see if through the hard front she put on, but couldn't crack through it. "I can't believe this."

"Just go home, or get out of here, anyway. It's done, it's over." She grabbed his arm, leading him back out the door.

He stopped before she had quite pushed him out the door and turned so he could see her, studying her carefully before letting the flowers he still held drop to the floor. "For what it's worth, I did love you, even if all you did was lie." He didn't let her respond before he turned, pulling the door shut behind him.

She stared at it dumbly for a minute, unable to believe it was over. She was glad to not have to lie to him anymore, glad he was safe, but she felt like her heart had been cleft in two. She let herself drop to the floor, leaning her back against the door, letting her head slip back, resting against it. Without looking down she gathered the waterlogged flowers together, bringing them up to her face. She considered playing the child's game of individually plucking off petal by petal, but she knew it was pointless; there was no doubt about him loving her.

She pushed herself up, raking a hand over her hair. She considered putting the flowers in a vase, but instead dumped them into the trash. She didn't want to have to look at them, and they would just die anyway.

She would spend the day alone. The next morning she would return to her father's home, as if nothing had happened. The Resistance would be pleased Fiyero was out of the way. And Avaric... that was something she was too tired to think about, just then. Avaric would have to wait until morning, too.

It was early in the evening, but she went to bed. There were tears, there was sadness, but there was also relief. Fiyero was alive, his tribe still had their leader, his children their father. And his wife had her husband back, although Elphaba did not dwell on that.

As she settled into the bed, her hand brushed against the pendent necklace he had bought her. She went to remove it but stopped, thinking better of it and drifted into a restful, dreamless sleep.