AN: It's 11pm at night and I was going to leave this until tomorrow but then I saw I already had TWO reviews! So this chapter is dedicated to changed-for-good111 and darkgemwildcat!

Okay, confession time... I am an HUGE fan of darkgemwildcat and all their Wicked and Merlin fics and when I saw I had two reviews with one from darkgem I literally eeeped and did a very bad and cringy happy dance which made my dog give me a very strange look

Anyway... I managed to breathe and upload this! Not very good but mushy so what more can you ask for

Disclaimer: Not mine. Nope. Zippo. Nada :(

She whipped her head around as Fiyero braced himself for another attack. But rather than a scolding, Elphaba gazed down at their entwined hands, green and bronze fused together. He would have loved to have down what was swirling in her head as from the way she was avoiding eye contact, he knew that she had noted the similarity of this occasion with the day in the poppy field. His heart rate lifted in hope.

'Fine.' Elphaba said so quietly, Fiyero had to crane his head down to hear. 'But don't think you're coming because I enjoy your company, I just…' she said, lifting her head to meet his eyes '…need an extra hand sometimes, you're going back to Glinda when you're required no longer, got it?'

With that, Elphaba started pacing towards the next turn, trying desperately hard not to notice too much what the Winkie Prince behind her was doing. Well, maybe one glance. No, that was too much. He had that adorable half grin on that made her insides go all…sparkly. Elphaba snorted at herself. Adorable? Sparkly? Not getting enough sleep last night after a raid was catching up with her.

'y'know, Elphaba, I've been thinking…'

'Oh really? There's a first.' yes, that was more like it. No a mention of fluffy words in sight.

'really? I thought we were going to keep the fighting to a minimum seeing as we BOTH wouldn't want me to have to put my hand over your mouth when the guards hear you shouting. But anyway, I was thinking, I am really that bad? I was hoping you wouldn't mind me staying with you on a more permanent basis' Fiyero held his breath. There, he had said it.

Elphaba stopped, as his words seems to hit her in slow motion. She turned towards, trying to keep all the effects of sleep deprivation that caused… words to come out her mouth.

'Really? You would want to stay? And let me suffer you until the time I can find a way out?'

Despite the mask of sarcasm, Fiyero could tell she was seeking reassurance that if she got her hopes up he wouldn't leave her. 'Nope. You're stuck with me. Forever. Never let you out of sight. All the time'

Elphaba smiled before realised what she was doing. She sniffed. 'Don't make me change my mind by going all creepy. Oz, sometimes you can be dramatic, Tiggular. Now, there's the window, so come on'

Fiyero looked at her. Then at the window. Then back again. 'Yes, a window is used to look out of. What about it?' Elphaba didn't seem to be listening and was more focused on a ratty old book. She seemed to be chanting long and complicated words that even Fiyero Tiggular, with his new found intelligence could not understand. She had finally lost it. First the observation of the window and now this? Elphaba had stopped chanting and reached for her broom.

'Well then, don't just stand there! Open the window, for Oz's sake, we haven't got all day.' Fiyero complied, hoping if he just went with it, she would return back to sanity. 'Right well, I've never actually had a second person on here but you're around the size of a Tiger so let's give it a go'

Elphaba had mounted her broom and looked expectantly at him. 'Well hurry up then! You can't be that brainless to not know where to sit on a broom'

Fiyero shook himself out of his confused daze and positioned himself on the broom, feeling rather idiotic. 'So, what are we going to do no-ARRGGHH!'

Before he had finished his sentence, the broom underneath them had risen parallel to the window. 'Umm.. Fiyero? I would duck because this window we are approaching doesn't seem that-' But Elphaba was cut off by the sound of skull against glass. Fiyero groaned holding his head.

'Too late'

The last trace of the two was the cackle of laughter from their silhouette against the rising sun.

Sorry, awful ending but I liked the image in my head..

Please review because.. well, my dog seemed to enjoy my happy dance :)

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