Two things to start off with, One: No, this is not the infamous (yes, infamous, hehe) Fiyeraba I've been fighting with Elphaba and Fiyero to write. This is just something I dreamt up and jotted down. And two, no, this is not going to be a multi-chapter fic unless like... twenty million people want a second chapter, lol. This is, at least until I finished my other Fiyeraba, just a simple one-shot.


Reviews will sooner release Elphie and Fifi from the closet! =)

The Emerald City was as busy as ever, preparing for the Wonderful Wizard of Oz parade. People were setting up stands to sell masks, to apply face-paint, and to buy puppets and other trinkets.

Elphaba Thropp was shoving her way through the massive crowds, determined to get away from the festivities. She'd change a lot in the two years that had passed since she'd graduated from Shiz, but one thing that remained the same was her dislike for celebration.

People stared, as they always did, at her green, sickly, skin. She ignored them, of course, as she had her entire life.

Finally, she reached the smallest coffee shop in town, Rosy Memories, and ordered her tea, before sitting in the same booth she'd been sitting in every morning for a year.

The place was unusually crowded, most likely due to tourists coming into the Emerald City for the celebrations that were beginning to take place. The lights were dim enough that nobody in the shop would notice her skin color unless they were to stand directly in front of her, which she preferred. Soft piano music played through the speakers of the room, causing Elphaba to subconsciously tap her fingers against the smooth wooden table as she stared out the window.

"Excuse me, would it be alright if I joined you? The other tables are awfully crowdidified," a voice requested, automatically making Elphaba jumped. She looked up to see a face she thought she'd never see again.

"Galinda?" she exclaimed.

"Elphie?" Galinda replied. Elphaba immediately jumped up to hug her old friend.

"Well, I haven't seen you in ages, Elphie! How long has it been?" Galinda asked, joining her friend at the booth. Elphaba frowned.

"Graduation," she replied curtly.

"Oh, right," Galinda gasped. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bring anything tha-"

"It's fine, Galinda," Elphaba cut her off. "It was a long time ago, and I'm sure we've both moved on just fine."

"You mean you don't know?" Galinda asked.

"Know what?"

"Whether or not he moved on!"

"I'm almost so positive he's moved on, I'm practically pregnant… with triplets," Elphaba remarked. "But enough about the past, tell me what it's like to work with the Wizard!"

"Oh, Elphie!" Galinda gushed, immediately moving on. "It's absolutely splendorific! The gowns, the tiaras, and of course, I get to help all of Oz!"

The two best friends talk for about fifteen minute longer, as they sipped their tea. But eventually, Galinda had to (very reluctantly) excuse herself, as she needed to get back to the palace for a meeting.

"You have to come visit me sometime!" Galinda begged, giving Elphaba one last hug.

"I will," Elphaba promised, hugging her friend as tightly as possible.

When the two had finally parted ways, Elphaba remained at her booth, finishing her tea, before she decided it was time for her to get back home. She ordered one cappuccino to-go before turning to rush out the door, realizing that she was running a bit late. If she didn't hurry, she'd never be able to get home in these crowds.

She began shoving her way through the streets once more, before turning the corner, but was stopped as she ran into a person turning the opposite direction, and as a result, both of their coffees smashed into the person's chest before falling to the concrete along with Elphaba's bag.

"Shit!" Elphaba cursed, dropping to ground to gather her things. "I am so sorry; I should've been looking where I was-"

"Elphaba?" another shockingly familiar voice exclaimed. Elphaba froze.


Looking up, she saw the one face she once wished she'd never see again. Above her was a coffee covered Fiyero Tiggular, in all his princely glory.

"Oh, it's you," Elphaba said dryly as she stood back up. "I guess I'll be taking back that sorry, then." Fiyero scoffed slightly.

"You can't really still be angry at me?" he asked lightly, though genuine curiosity shown through his sapphire eyes.

"Well, of course I am," Elphaba responded equally, before pushing past him. "You broke my heart, remember?"

Fiyero began to follow her, almost struggling to keep up with her as she turned into an alleyway.

"Where are you going?" he asked her, panting slightly.

"Home, there's no place like it," she answered, not even breaking a sweat.

"Don't you wanna catch up or something? Ya know, talk about the good old days?"

"You're kidding, right?" she asked, continuing down the long alley at her quick pace. Fiyero soon caught up to her and fell into step beside her.

"Um, that depends on whether or not kidding will convince you to forgive me," he responded, trying to flash a smile.

"Probably not, either way," Elphaba said, trying to keep her eyes away from his. Everyone knew that Elphaba's eyes were the gateway to her soul, and she refused to let Fiyero Tiggular see the pain in her eyes.

"Well, how can I make it up to you?" he asked.

"You could... go jump in a hole or something," she suggested lamely as they exited the alley and turned onto a quiet and calm street.

"That's a great idea and I'll have to try that sometime, but right now, I'm more occupied with bothering you," he laughed. At this point, the coffee that had spilled onto Fiyero's shirt had dried, resulting in a very unusual smell of coffee beans and cologne.

"Go away," she ordered, not amused.

"But if I went away, how would I know how to begin to earn your forgiveness?" he teased her.

"I'll tell you what, Tiggular-"

"Ooo, last name basis," he mocked her.

"-if you leave me alone, I'll forgive you," she told him.

"You mean it?" he asked, almost hopeful.

"Not really," she confessed. Fiyero frowned.

"I really am sorry," he told her quietly, tugging on her arm gently, causing her to turn toward him.

"So why'd you do it in the first place?" she whispered, looking down at her shoes.

"I don't know… I was scared, I guess," he replied, wanting Elphaba to look him in the eyes, otherwise, he'd never know what she was thinking.

"You really hurt me," she murmured. "It's our nonexistent anniversary, by the way. So you're apologizing two years late?"

"Better late than never," Fiyero joked, attempting to lighten the mood.

"You always did have the tendency to be late to everything," Elphaba sighed sadly.

"I'd take it back if I could," he tried. Elphaba looked up at him.

"What part?" she snapped. "The part where you told me you loved me, or the part where you left me at the altar?"

"I'd take back the past two years and a day, because there is nothing, and I mean nothing, that I regret more, than abandoning you just when you'd finally trusted me completely," he said, appearing completely sincere.

"Where've you been these past two years then, huh? Why are you telling me this now?" Elphaba demanded, putting a hand on her hip.

"Well, in case you forgot, I'm a prince, and I've gotta be specially 'prepared' to become King of the Vinkus one day," Fiyero replied, frowning.

"Oh, yeah…" Elphaba murmured in distaste before continuing to walk. "Well, then I suppose these preparations include marriage?"

"Yes, actually, they do," he answered her, his face flushing. He knew that she was trying to get a rouse out of him, and in the past it had always worked. But not this time.

This time, he would remain calm.

"Oh, really?" Elphaba inquired, feigning casualty. "And who is the unfortunate young woman who's married to you?" Fiyero noticed that the comment stung a little, but replied without missing a beat.

"I'm not married... yet," he added quickly.

"Oh?" Elphaba asked, subconsciously relieved.

"Actually, yes," Fiyero confirmed, "I just… haven't really thought about marrying anyone since… you know."

"Yeah, I guess," Elphaba trailed off. "But at the same time, I don't really have any clue what you're talking about."

"Then let me explain," Fiyero offered.

"I have to get home."

"Tonight then," he pressed on. "Let me take you to the parade tonight."

"I hate parades," Elphaba stated flatly.

"Dinner," he responded hurriedly. Elphaba sighed.

"Fine," she relented.

Fiyero grinned.

"But this doesn't mean I forgive you just yet. I really need to get home. Dahyn is probably throwing a fit," the green girl said. Fiyero looked at her in confusion.

"Who's Dahyn?" he asked.

"My puppy," Elphaba replied shortly.

"Elphaba Thropp got a puppy?" he exclaimed, genuinely surprised.

Last time he'd properly to Elphaba, she'd claimed herself to be unable to care for a plot of flowers for a week before they all died. But a puppy? Puppies took constant caring for, and they cost more than a flower bed. When did Elphaba find the time and patience to raise a dog?

"Yeah, about a month ago," she replied shrugging, though her eyes sparkled with silent adoration for the canine. "Dahyn's not the smartest terrier in Oz, but she's certainly entertaining."

"Wow, I never thought I'd live to see the day…" he trailed off in wonder. When he noticed Elphaba looking at him with a confused look on her face, he quickly changed the subject back to the previous one.

"So, I'll meet you here at about six-thirty then?" Fiyero proposed. Elphaba pretended to think it over before nodding slowly. They were, at this point in their conversation, in a more upper-middle class looking part of town, and Fiyero assumed this was close to where Elphaba lived.

"Nothing fancy, Fiyero," she conditioned.

"Wouldn't dream of it," he replied.

"I can walk by myself from here, thank you," she told him. "My house is just over there." She pointed across the street to a small stone house.

"Oh," Fiyero murmured, disappointed that his walk with Elphaba was coming to a close.

"I'll see you tonight?" she asked, beginning to walk across the street without him.

"Definitely," he confirmed. Elphaba continued to her house, and as she got to the door she turned around to see that Fiyero was still staring after her. She rolled her eyes and entered her house to be greeted by a hyper-active Dahyn.

She supposed that no matter how much it seemed like she'd never be able to forgive Fiyero, she always would… time and time again.

So, I guess that's it! Review, share, follow me on Twitter at MissJuliaCaesar, don't do drugs, eat more fiber, and keep dancing through.



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