I own no one but my own people

A/N Alright, I LOVED this movie when I was younger, I mean I had it literally memorized from beginning to end, like seriously. And I just introduced my 8 year old sister to the wonder that is Wizard of Oz the movie and I myself saw it for the first time in about five years, and I just had this strong, almost forceful need to write something in FF about it so enjoy :).

September 18th 1945, Kansas

Dorothy rolled more flour on her hands as she continued to knead the dough for the bread, wiping the sweat away from her brow with her arm.

It had been six years since she had dreamed about Oz. And it amazed her that she still remembered every vivid detail from the dream, whereas most of her other dreams had simply vanished the moment she woke up.

From the bright colors and bursting excitement of Munchkin land, to the dark black and gray terror of the Witches castle, to the magnificent green chambers of the 'wizards' lair, to the beautifully colored painted face of-

"No!" she screamed at herself as she pounded the bread even harder. "It was a dream! He isn't real!"

As much as she remembered about her dream to the fantastical land, Dorothy had refused to let herself remember him.

It wasn't like she didn't want to remember him, far from it, but every time she allowed herself to see him even in her minds eye she would start to hate the land she lived in, wanting nothing more than to make her dream become real once more.

She repeated the process several more times before she heard a loud commotion outside.

She quickly looked out the kitchen window and gasped at who she saw walking through the fence, her Auntie Em and Uncle Henry rushing up to meet the Man, Zeke, Hickory, and Hunk also rushing over to the Man.

Forgetting the bread she ran out of the tiny farm house running as fast as she could towards the scene of excitement.

"Frank!" she screamed as loud as she could, her face lighting up in absolute and pure joy, running faster than ever, her heart pumping loudly, her brown shoes kicking up the dry prairie dust beneath her feet.

Her family at once split for fear of Dorothy running into them and she reached the Man that had caused the commotion, stopping right in front of him.

No older than twenty two and several inches higher than Dorothy, Frank Lyman Stanton with his long straw colored hair now brutally short that was covered up by a straight and stiff Army cap was wearing a dark green Army uniform with numerous medals pinned to the shirt, a suitcase and duffel bag at his well polished boots.

Frank smiled at her, making her heart pound even harder than before.

"Hi, Dorothy," he finally spoke, his soft kind voice not effected by four years of hell and war.

She looked over him for a moment before, forgetting all dignity, she ran over to him, throwing her arms around his neck and he hugged her just as tight around the waist lifting her out of the ground and twirling her around, inhaling the scent of her brown curls that had eluded him for far too long.

He set her down and looked down at her, the smile on her face giving him more warmth than the dry Kansas sun could ever give him.

"I just got back in," he told her, "this afternoon. Been on a ship and at processing stations for the past five weeks. The war ended on the second, and it took just as long getting home as it did getting there."

"I'm just so glad you've made it home safe," Dorothy said. "The Robinsons up the street; they lost a boy overseas just two weeks before it ended. I don't know what I would have done if…"

She trailed off, looking down at the dusty ground, unable to continue on, tears stinging her eyes.

Frank looked at her for a moment before he lifted her chin and met her eyes. "You never have to worry about that again, Dorothy."

Dorothy looked around briefly and noticed that the three farmhands and her Aunt and Uncle had left the young couple in private.

Looking back to meet his gaze, Dorothy let out a shaky breath as he wrapped his arms around her and brought her closer to him, his eyes showing what she could only be described as love.

Slightly hesitating, he leaned down and his lips met hers, and Dorothy, momentarily stunned, finally kissed him back as she wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him closer.

They finally pulled away and Frank sighed happily, closing his eyes in content as he still held on to her. "You have no long how long I've wanted to do that. I missed you so much, Dorothy."

Dorothy blushed and smiled shyly at him. "I missed you too, Frank. Everyday all I thought about was you over there in that trench on the front lines… I'm just so happy you're home."

He chuckled and smiled at her once more as she leaned up against him resting her head on his shoulder. "I missed you too, doll. I missed you too."

October 16th 1945, Oz, Emerald City

"Get the guards to hold down the front gate!" Scarecrow shouted at his head of guards. "I want spears at the ready!"

"What about your inner chambers, your highness?" the tall Man wearing green asked, his long moustache trembling as the sounds of battle roared on just outside their beloved city. "Shouldn't you place a few guards inside to protect you?"

"I don't care about me! I care about protecting my people! Now I want all your remaining men to circle the walls of the city, no one gets in! Are they all moved down to the shelters?"

The head guard nodded. "Yes, your highness. Only two refused to go."

"Who?" Scarecrow asked as he grabbed his own sword and spear from the wall behind him.

"Us, "a familiar voice rang out as the door to his chambers opened, revealing his two best friends.

"I don't want you two getting hurt," Scarecrow said as he looked over the faces of Tin Man and Lion.

"This is our city as well," Tin Man said as he stepped into the throne room, "and if we have to die defending it, then so be it."

"Well… I don't know about 'die'," Lion muttered softly, tugging at his tail. "But I'm okay with getting a little hurt."

Scarecrow shook his head. "It's too dangerous."

"You're fighting," Lion pointed out as he nodded towards the sword and spear in his hands. "And you're far more likely to get hurt then both of us."

"Plus we fought the Witch's guards once before when we had to rescue-."

"Don't say her name" Scarecrow yelled, almost a plea with his best friend not to mention the name of the girl he missed more than anything.

"Well in any case we fought with you then, and we're ready to fight with you now!" Tin Man said confidently as he held his silver ax aloft, nudging Lion who nodded although he looked much less enthusiastic then Tin Man.

Despite his annoyance with them, Scarecrow couldn't help but smile. "Alright… Grab your weapons and teeth, and let's go!"

Before any of them had even taken a step, there was a loud commotion and several ear shattering crashed, followed by the pounding of his throne room.

All three men turned towards the door and they forced each other to stand there, holding their weapons aloft.

"We can't defeat them by ourselves!" the guard shouted from behind the desk where he hid. "There's too many of them! We need more help!"

Another loud crash came followed by the double doors slamming open, making the three men gasp in terror at who stood there.

The Wicked Witch of the West was in front of about fifty winkies.

Scarecrow swallowed his fear and aimed his spear at the woman and her guards along with Tin Man, Lion shivering too much in fright to do anything.

The Witch cackled loudly at his attempt to intimidate her as she stormed into the room, the guards with their spears pointed in front of them at the men.

"Well well well," she said with a cruel sneer. "Thought you'd gotten rid of me did ya? Thought you were pretty clever ay?"

"You… you ar... are under arrest fo… for crimes agains- against," Scarecrow tried to say but he was shaking so badly in fear he could barely get a word out.

The Witch cackled even louder as she went up to him. "Haven't you learned anything, Scarecrow? I am more powerful then you will ever be even without the ruby slippers. Now tell me where they are and step down from the throne!"

"Well… if you're already more powerful than me without the slippers, why do you need them?" Scarecrow asked, trying to control his shaking.

The Witch glowered at him for a moment before she got another cruel smile on her face.

"Wanna play games, huh? Fine! But mark my words, Scarecrow! You and your little friends are going to regret this! I am the rightful ruler of Oz! People will bow down to ME!"

Hearing this, Scarecrow straightened up at once as did Lion and Tin Man. "As king of Oz, I will NOT let you harm my people any more then you've already have!"

A look of brave admiration on his face he lifted his sword and charged at her, Tin Man following with his ax rose.

Not wasting a moment, she waved her hand and at once a ball of fire filled her hand and Scarecrow yelled in terror and backed up, moving away from the Witch, tripping on his own two feet.

The Witch cackled loudly as she advanced on him, the fire still in the palm of her skin. "Look at that! Mighty and honorable ruler of Oz afraid of a little fire!"

"Put it out, out it out!" he pleaded as he scampered away from her to hide behind Tin Man.

The Witch laughed once more before she threw it at him missing him by an inch.

"See what'll happen if you oppose me, Scarecrow!" she yelled as it hit the wall behind him. "I don't even need my guards to protect me! Now relinquish your throne or next time, I won't miss!" she growled.

Scarecrow swallowed hard as he heard the multiple screams and shouts of his people coming from outside his chambers.

Taking a deep breath; he shook his head. "I won't let you hurt them!"

The Witch glowered at him for a moment before she snapped her fingers and six guards ran up to the three of them, one of them grabbing Scarecrow by the arms and forcing them down to his knees, while another pointed spears at his exposed throats, the other four forcing Tin Man and Lion away from him.

"Say good bye, Scarecrow!"

Scarecrow closed his eyes and took a deep breath, saying the first words that popped into his head. "I love you, Dorothy."

Hearing the name of her worst and most hated enemy, the Witch held up a hand, her eyes narrowing in disgust at him. "Did you just say you 'loved' that horrible disgusting little brat?"

Scarecrow said nothing as the Witch got a cruel evil smile on her face. "You just saved yourself Scarecrow. You killed her, but you saved yourself… for the time being."

"Don't hurt her!" Scarecrow shouted as he tried to stand up, but was restrained once more, Tin Man and Lion looking panicked and frantic at the Witch's words.

The Witch snapped her fingers once more and the Winkie holding Scarecrow was forced forward, throwing him down at the Witch's feet.

"You will go to Kansas, tell that little girl Scarecrow 'loves' that he's my prisoner and unless she comes to me he's dead!"

"No, Tin Man, don't!" Scarecrow yelled as he tried to get up once more but was pushed down once more.

"Don't do it, Tin Man!" Lion pleaded. "Don't put her in danger!"

Tin Man shook his head defiantly. "I'm not going to!"

"Either you do it, or I do, and I'll kill her whole family while I'm at it and I'll tell her it was YOU who had a chance to save them and chose not to!"

Tin Man swallowed hard before he turned to Scarecrow who sighed heavily and looked at the Witch. "Do what she says," he spat angrily. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if the ones she loved were hurt."

The Witch cackled loudly, rubbing her hands together gently. "Good, very good… now I will send you back for three days, three days exactly! Get her to come back to Oz in that time, or I kill them and I go get her myself!"

"How will I get her back?"

The Witch rubbed her hands together quickly for several moments before a red pocket watch appeared on his wrist.

"Push the little button on the side to get back to Oz, be sure to be holding onto her when you come back! When it reaches the twelve… that means your time is UP!"

Glaring at the Witch for a moment he turned back to Scarecrow and Lion.

"Don't cry, you'll rust yourself!" Scarecrow warned as he saw Tin Man's bottom lip quiver.

Tin Man nodded, took a deep shuddering breath before he turned back to the Witch and gave her a curt nod.

The Witch closed her eyes as well, muttering unintelligible words and the chamber seemed to go darker as if it were night outside and a deep howling wind blew from all directions of the chamber all crashing onto Tin Man.

The Witch muttered her spell even louder and more frantic as lightning and thunder seemed to crash inside the chambers before with an even louder crash or light, Tin Man was gone.

The light came back and the howling wind stopped, as did the thunder and lightning and the Witch opened her eyes, a wickedly sly grin on her face. "Now…"

The guard held his spear against his throat tighter. "Let's go tell your people who the new ruler of Oz is."

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