Author's Note: I am so incredibly sorry I haven't posted anything, but honestly, all that is appearing on the screen is rubbish. I'm afraid this is too, but I'm willing to try . . .

"I am going to loathe every minute of this," Elphaba muttered to herself, but she knew the Winkie prince beside her heard. Fiyero winked at her, and she shoved him. He grinned.

"Hey, it's not my fault Horrible Morrible is making you escort me to the airport!" he defended, suppressing a chuckle so he wouldn't have to endure another jab.

When the Headshiztress had heard of his intentions to go home to the Vinkus to spend Lurlinemas break with his family, she had immediately demanded someone escort him to the airport to make sure he wouldn't get into any trouble, and since Fiyero would be likely to seduce any other girl, and sending another guy would be useless, she had decided to send Elphaba.

Elphaba had been extremely adamant not to go, but Galinda had insisted she do it, stating she needed to do something productive since she wasn't returning to Nest Hardings for the holidays. Only Nessa had been invited home by their father.

Boq, of course, was relieved, and had decided to stay at Shiz, and as far away from poor Nessa as possible.

He was snapped from his thoughts by Elphaba's curt reply.

"Yes, it is!"

"How so?" Fiyero asked, shifting in his seat to face her more directly. She shifted away.

"You're obviously not mature enough to make it in an airport alone," she quipped easily, keeping her glimmering eyes on the slick road. A small smirk rested on her thin lips, and she glanced at him quickly, rolling her eyes when he met her glance and cracked a puppy dog smile. "I can only imagine what you would do alone in a public place." She shuddered. "Horrifying."

"That's hurtful," Fiyero whined, "Really, Elphie-"

"Don't call me that!" she interrupted, but he continued on.

"-what have I done to you to make you loathe me so much?" Elphaba raised an eyebrow as if he was missing something extremely obvious.

"Hm, let's see. For one, our first meeting was when you almost ran me over with your stupid buggy," Elphaba said matter-of-factly. Fiyero grimaced, but recovered with a playful grin.

"Hey, it was-"

"Daytime? Yes, I know. And the driver saw green and thought it meant go." He grinned. Irritating the green girl was so easy. Her smirk was now a thin line across her sharply carved face, and her eyes glimmered with annoyance instead of amusement. She gripped the wheel the tighter, her short fingernails digging into the hard material. He did feel guilty about his remark about her skin, however.

"I am sorry about that," Fiyero said, "I didn't realize what a sensitive soul you were."

"Don't even try," Elphaba said curtly, scooting as far away from him as she could manage.

Several minutes passed as they drove on in silence, and Fiyero stared out of the window. It had started to snow lightly, the snowflakes falling in dainty clumps before settling lightly on the cold ground.

"So, what are you doing after you drop me off?" Fiyero asked. Elphaba blinked.

"Nothing. You and Nessa are going to your homes, and so is Galinda, so I'll probably just read in my room and the library."

"Oh. Right."

The pair continued to ride quietly.

"Are we there yet?"

"You did not just ask that, Fiyero Tiggular." Fiyero grinned wider.

"Are we?"

"No!"

"How about now?"

"NO!"

"How about-"

Elphaba slammed the breaks on the car, sending them to a sudden stop on the side of the road.

"If you say one more word this whole car trip, I will personally grab you and throw you out of the window."

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

A hard palm met his cheek in a slap, and he flinched. Elphaba's smirk returned, and wordlessly, she started the engine and continued driving. Snowflakes were beginning to pile up on the ground in sparkling piles by now.

"I love snow," he commented randomly. He looked at Elphaba for a reaction. She smirked.

"How nice," she commented dryly.

"What, you don't like snow?"

"There's nothing special about it. All it is is whipped ice sent down to fool us into thinking this time of year is special."

"Oh, Elphie, come on. Don't tell me you hate Lurlinemass too."

"Too?"

"It's no secret that you hate just about everything."

"That's not true!"

"Oh yeah? Name something you like." Elphaba opened her mouth, but seemed to hesitate.

"I, um-"

"Ha! See?" Fiyero laughed triumphantly.

"That doesn't count! You interrupted me!"

"Oh please, you and I both know you weren't going to say anything."

"My hat!" Fiyero made a face.

"Hat?"

"Yes, my hat."

"The one you wore to that party?"

"Yes. I like that hat."

"Seriously? It's like an incarnation of ugly!"

"Do you even know what incarnation means?"

"I read," Fiyero snapped. Elphaba huffed and looked back at the road, saying nothing.

Time continued to pass, and the snow fell harder. They drove on in silence, Elphaba miffed that Fiyero insulted her hat, and Fiyero vexed that she had thought him stupid. She hadn't said it, but it was heavily implied by her dripping sarcasm.

"We're here," she said evenly as they reached Shiz National Airport. Fiyero looked up.

The airport was a large, concrete building with tall columns and many glass windows broken into geometric shapes. Fiyero grabbed his many suitcases and hauled them out of the trunk, closing it firmly. Elphaba was leaning against the car, waiting, and stepped beside him as they strolled towards the grand entrance.

Upon seeing his load of luggage, Elphaba raised an eyebrow.

"What?" Fiyero asked, picking up his several suitcases with a huff.

"Need some help?" she asked, snickering.

"No, I would never ask a lady for help."

"Well, this one is offering it. It would be rude not to accept." With those words she reached up and took off half of his load with ease, but grunted nevertheless.

The couple continued through the doors, sighing with relief as they entered the warm building, appreciating the heat that met their faces, thawing out their half-frostbitten faces. After confirming his tickets with an all-too-friendly clerk, the pair went to wait in the lobby. Elphaba studied him for a moment.

"When does your flight leave?" she asked suddenly.

"In . . ." he glanced at his watch, "Three hours."

"Three hours?"

"Yeah. I guess we got here early."

"Incorrigible."

"What did you say?"

Elphaba turned to face him, sitting down. He did the same, dropping his luggage on the floor. "I said, 'Incorrigible.'"

"What does that mean?"

"Look it up."

"I don't want to! It's Lurlinemas break! No learning for me!"

"You should be studying all you can. I saw your exam grades." Fiyero winced. Barely passing.

"Well, I can't help it if I'm totally brainless!"

"You're not that dumb, you just don't apply yourself." Elphaba reached into her bag and pulled out a dictionary. Fiyero smirked.

"You carry a dictionary in your purse?"

"Shut up." She flipped through the pages until she reached the word and handed him the book. "Read."

"Incorrigible," Fiyero read aloud, "Difficult or impossible to control or manage." He shot Elphaba a hurt but amused look. She smirked.

"Incorrigible," she repeated.

Well, what do you guys think? I'm writing though a writer's block, so don't be too harsh.