A/N: Last year, I wrote a little fluffy story called Flight Delay. It became my most reviewed story to date. It's one of my favorites, and very dear to my heart. So now . . . I present the sequel!

I'm gonna have a little fun with this, this time around, each chapter after this one will be based on Christmas songs. I'm taking requests for them in your reviews. :)

Last Lurlinemas

"Oh Elphie, it's just so exciting!" Galinda squealed, sitting down next to her best friend. "You, me, and Fi-fi all together at my house!"

"I'm struggling to contain my joy," Elphaba muttered, raising an eyebrow at her blonde best friend. Galinda frowned slightly.

"Elphie, come on, it's Lurlinemas, have a little spirit, won't you?" her friend implored, batting her eyelashes. Elphaba didn't flinch in the slightest.

"Glin, how long have you known me, I'm not falling for that look of yours." Galinda sighed dramatically and leaned back against the airport chair.

"I know, Elphie, it's just that you and Fi-Fi are my two favorite people, and I really just want you two to get along."

Elphaba grimaced. She and Fiyero had dated for six months following their sudden relationship that had blossomed the year before when the pair had been snowed in at the airport. A spark had ignited, and they had developed a deep friendship that turned into something more far too quickly. She and Fiyero had split in June. She had felt it coming for a while. The fights had gradually become more serious and the make-ups less sincere. It was she who ended things. After that, things between her and Fiyero had become worse than awkward. They argued intensely whenever they met, much to Galinda's chagrin.

"I . . . I'm sorry, Glin," Elphaba sighed, "I'll do my best . . . but no promises."

"Thank you SO MUCH, Elphie!" Galinda cried, hugging her tightly. "It won't be so hard," she added, "I mean, how bad can he be?"

As if to punctuate her words, Fiyero came towards them holding two cups of coffee. "Galinda," he said, handing her a cup. He glanced at Elphaba and tossed her a cheap candy bar. Elphaba turned towards Galinda with a dry smile.

"This bad," she said, biting into her candy bar.

One year is such a short passage of time, Fiyero thought as he watched Elphaba and Galinda talk together. Every so often Elphaba's eyes would drift towards him and then snap back to Galinda as soon as they made eye contact.

Galinda was lucky he cared for her so much, or he would've never gone. The thought of two minutes with Elphaba Thropp was heart wrenching, let alone two weeks.

Two weeks.

Elphaba's eyes flickered towards him again, only this time Fiyero made a face at her. Her eyes narrowed slightly, so that only he, who knew her death glare well, could tell she was thinking about strangling him.

He held her angry gaze for a while longer.

One more hour. Minor delay, nothing too bothersome.

Galinda was off frittering around the souvenir shop, and had not-so-subtly left Fiyero and Elphaba alone next to each other. Both were thinking of the same thing- the last time they had been at that shop.

"Come on, let's get you some new clothes." He led her down the hall, glancing at her and grinning hugely whenever she met his eye.

When they reached the shop, there were more clothing options then he had thought there would be.

"Close your eyes, I want to pick," he said. Elphaba smirked and placed her hands on her hips.

"Every woman knows men can't pick clothes," she chided, "Let me pick something."

"Hey!" Fiyero defended, "I have five sisters at home. Shopping is my specialty." Elphaba's smirk grew more pronounced. He realized that yet again he had left himself wide open for an attack against his manhood.

"I don't know whether to be amused or disturbed."

"Amused. I'm an amusing kind of guy."

"Keep telling yourself that," she quipped. Fiyero rolled his eyes and shot her his pouty look. Sighing, she closed her eyes.

Fiyero grinned and scanned the shelves, before spotting a sweatsuit that read PROPERTY OF SHIZ UNIVERSITY in bold letters. Size small. He walked up to the cashier and handed her the package.

"I'm guessing this is for your girlfriend over there?" she guessed, scanning the item and punching in a code.

"Oh, yes, but she's not my girlfriend." The cashier looked surprised.

"Really? From the way you two- sorry, sir, here's your receipt. Have a nice day."

Fiyero cleared his throat awkwardly. Elphaba looked up from her book with an eyebrow raised.

"Did you say something?"

"No."

"Good."

Fiyero narrowed his eyes but decided not to respond. Elphaba noticed this and shifted in her seat slightly. Fiyero smirked. If she wanted a fight, she sure as hell wasn't going to get one from him today. He reached for his luggage and pulled out a book. Elphaba noticed this.

"Didn't know you could read," she muttered. Fiyero slapped his book shut.

"Elphaba Melena Thropp, you know damn well that I can read."

"I know you read girls."

"You sure were an open book," he shot back, instantly regretting it yet not daring to take it back. Elphaba looked as if he had slapped her.

"Shut up."

"If you do!"

The two turned back to their books, and Fiyero shot a seething glare at Elphaba. He sighed. This is what happened every time he and Elphaba were in the same room together. They couldn't last five minutes without spitting fire at each other. Sometimes he forgot why they even fought.

He hated fighting with her, it wasn't like the way they used to fight, with witty insults and innuendo-laced remarks; they were genuinely in a feud, and it was starting to take its toll on everyone around them. He turned back and faced her, suddenly hit with an idea he wasn't sure he liked.

"Elphaba?"

"Oh, for the love of Oz!" Elphaba groaned, "Leave me alone!" Fiyero ignored her.

"Can I ask you something?"

"No." Fiyero shifted closer to her.

"Please?" he murmured, taking her hand. He expected an eye roll or a slap, but instead, Elphaba drew closer to him, her lips brushing against his ear. He shuddered, he couldn't help it.

"NO!" Elphaba said very loudly, causing Fiyero to jump in his seat. "Oz, you're easy." Fiyero rolled his eyes.

"Can I talk now?" he asked. Elphaba shrugged.

"Suit yourself, but I'm not promising I'll listen." Fiyero nodded.

"We can't talk to each other without fighting," he began.

"That's not-"

"Elphaba." Elphaba blinked and sat back, her lips pursed.

"Go on," she said stiffly.

"And when we fight we upset Galinda." Elphaba frowned, and Fiyero went on, "So I think that we just shouldn't talk anymore. For Galinda." Elphaba's eyes widened. "What do you say?"

"Al-alright," she whispered, standing up. "And Fiyero?"

"Yes?" She hesitated.

"This might be the one good idea you've ever had."

Elphaba sat at the window seat on the plan, staring out of the mildly frosted window. She kept her eyes determinedly away from Fiyero, who was sitting next to her, thanks to Galinda. Her best friend had pointedly pushed Fiyero into the seat next to her before skipping off to the row in front of them and seating herself next to a forty-something farmer from Gillikin who was returning home for the holidays.

Fiyero was attempting to read his book (and failing miserably). He wished he had waited to make his deal with Elphaba after the plane ride. Even if they did argue, it would be better than sitting awkwardly next to your ex-girlfriend who was fixated on staring at nothing out a frosty window.

However, the silence did give him time to think, something he hadn't been able to do much since his breakup with Elphaba.

What had gone wrong?

You'd think that after surviving being snowed into an airport for days, surviving a far too friendly clerk, and being locked in a closet with a far too friendly jerk would be enough to keep us together for another Lurlinemas, he thought sullenly.

Last Lurlinemas had been one of the best of his life. He had spent it with his family and Elphaba, something he had only believed possible in his dreams. He had been able to snag her a great last-minute gift from the Vinkun marketplace. His family had adored her as well. His father enjoyed Elphaba's rapier wit and knowledge of politics while his mother had appreciated her influence on him.

But what had gone wrong?

No promises.

That was Elphaba's tagline in their relationship. No promises. Would she promise to love him? No. Would she promise to show up to her own birthday party? No. She wouldn't commit. It frustrated him. He knew she had issues because of her past and he understood it, but enough was enough. He could only wait so long.

That's when the fights began.

Their first fight had been on Elphaba's birthday. She had ditched her own party. When Fiyero had confronted her about it, she never defended herself, she just deflected.

"It doesn't even matter, Fiyero . . ."

Of course it mattered! They were in a relationship! She couldn't expect him to be the one taking control all of the time and still be there for her when she never was! She couldn't just barge away and not talk to him for days when he won a fight for once. His mother had told him that a relationship was give and take. He had given her his heart. And she had thrown it away like some unappreciated gift.

He glanced over at Elphaba, who turned to look at him and give him a half-hearted smirk. He smiled back. He couldn't be mad at her, not when she was like this. This was the Elphaba he had loved- the friendly one. The Elphaba with a soft side. He held eye contact for a moment longer before she turned away. He leaned over to whisper to her:

"This not talking thing's working." She rolled her eyes.

Galinda, meanwhile, was very upset that the two hadn't spoken a single word to each other since takeoff. She had been hoping for a huge argument that led to a dramatic confession of feelings which then turned into applause from everyone on board . . .

Not that she was being overly hopeful, or anything.

She turned around in her seat to face Elphaba. "Elphie, why aren't you talking to him?" she whispered loudly. Fiyero raised an eyebrow. Elphaba shot a warning glance back at him before turning back to face her.

"Because I have nothing to say," she answered simply. Galinda sighed dramatically.

"But ELPHIE, you guys HAVE to talk!" she whined. Elphaba shook her head. "Please?" Her green friend leaned back in her seat and plugged her ears with her fingers. "For me?" Still nothing. "It's Lurlinemas!" At that, Elphaba sighed, unplugged her ears, and turned to face Fiyero.

"So, Fiyero, want to talk again?" Fiyero smirked before replying:

"I might, but no promises."

Only three more hours to go, Elphaba thought dryly.