Hi there! Sooo when the Wicked movie came out, I became obsessed with wicked all over again, just like I had down with the musical. I decided to start writing a “After Oz” story and currently have 12 chapters done! However, I also wanted to create a little side story on The Scarecrow and The Tin Man during their time with Dorothy. Please do not steal or distribute this on other platforms! 
WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD FOR WICKED PART 2
The wind started to pick up. The Scarecrow didn’t mind the wind, he was pretty used to it. Besides, he didn’t need to worry about getting cold, only his straw flying out. However, he could see Dorothy shivering, and so was The Lion. The Scarecrow bit his lower lip. He only wished for Dorothy to get home as soon as possible. Oz was dangerous under the Wizard and Madame Morrible’s rule. That’s why he wanted to leave the city, maybe go back to Winkie Country, where he would be under his father’s rule. That was before Dorothy came into the picture.
Before he became-
His thought was interrupted when a stick fell down from a nearby tree. The Scarecrow started to think of an idea. He tried his best to quietly pick up a few sticks and two rocks. He placed the sticks neatly next to Dorothy and The Lion, then he started to hit the rocks together, creating sparks. He stopped for a moment.
Wait, is this a good idea?
He was made of straw after all, a very flammable material. He hated seeing Dorothy shivering like that, though. Very carefully, he started hitting the rocks again. With a few more hits, a fire was lit. The Scarecrow sighed and backed up from the fire. He turned to Dorothy, who was now looking much more comfortable. He smiled, feeling like a proud father.
The Scarecrow sniffed, “Hm, that’s odd….” he whispered.
“Smells like burning straw…”
His eyes widened with realization as he looked down at his leg, which was now on fire. He jumped back and started running around, panicking while still trying to not make too much noise. He tried to pat it out with his hand, but it spread to his hand as well. That’s when he started screaming.
This can’t be how I die! I don’t want to die!
Suddenly, there was a splashing sound, and the Scarecrow got soaked. When the aftershock wore off, he looked up. There stood the Tin Man.
“Do you have no brain? You could have been turned to ashes!” The Scarecrow tried to compose himself, feeling embarrassed. “I don’t have a brain, remember?” The Tin Man sighed, “Well, you currently have the guts to put your life on the line for a mere fire.” “Dorothy was cold! I don’t want her to be shivering all night!” “Well, I guess you’re right. I wouldn’t want to see her in that state either.” agreed the Tin Man.
The Scarecrow decided to sit down for a moment, leaning against a nearby tree. He winced as he looked at his new burns. The Tin Man sat down next to him quietly. “How did you find water?” asked the Scarecrow. “Oh, I was going to get some for myself, but I heard you screaming and saw you on fire.” replied the Tin Man. The Scarecrow narrowed his eyes. “Why were you getting water? You don’t need any, because you’re made of tin.” The Scarecrow playfully took off his hat. “Like I’m made of straw.” The Tin Man looked back at the Scarecrow, looking as if he was busted.
“Oh…I…I wanted to know what water tastes like?” The Scarecrow crossed his arms, not believing him. “You’re hiding something from us, aren’t you?” “What?! No! Why would I? I just wanted to…..uh..” the Tin Man sighed. “Alright, I wasn’t there to get water. I just wanted to be alone for a bit. Away from the….chaos.”
“Hm, how come? Are we too boring for you?” the Scarecrow joked. The Tin Man laughed nervously. “No, you actually keep me on my toes. I just…..can I tell you something?” The Scarecrows expression turned serious.
Something was wrong.
“You could tell me anything you’d like.” “Thanks, that means a lot.” The Tin Man took a deep breath, then continued. “Did you think I was actually cut limb by limb by an axe?” The Scarecrow was a bit surprised. “Well, I did…until you brought it up.”
“Alright, well the truth is…that didn’t happen. If I told you and Dorothy the real truth, I don’t think either of you would believe me.” The Tin Man admitted. “You can tell me anything, and I’ll believe you. I trust you!” The Scarecrow replied.
“Thanks. Well I guess I better start explaining…”
“I’m all ears. We’ve got all night! We don’t need beauty sleep like them, now do we?” The Scarecrow gestured to the sleeping Dorothy and the snoring Lion.
The Tin Man then started to explain his case, not missing a single detail. The Scarecrow listened with intention, not wanting to make the Tin Man feel unseen. He talked about his childhood, how he grew up in a large family in Munchkinland, but was overlooked by most. What started getting the Scarecrows attention, however, was when the Tin Man talked about Shiz University.
He started to listen with more than just genuine interest.
The Tin Man continued, “When I first arrived there, there was this girl. Boy, was she pretty. I introduced myself, but like most people, she seemed to overlook me. Little did I know she would become the Witch of the North. You know, the one who sent Dorothy on this quest?”
The Scarecrow choked on his own spit. “WOW, that must have been hard…” he said, trying to act normal.
He knew about Shiz, he knew about the Witch of the North: Glinda. He gestured for the Tin Man to carry on with his backstory.
“Well, it seemed alright, until Prince Fiyero came into the picture. He was so cool and laid back. Anything I was not. Glinda, that was her name. She fell for him instantly. I liked seeing her so happy, I just wished that I could have made her happy.”
The Scarecrow’s heart started to race. He tried to calm down. He knew this person, he must have at some point.
“Glinda asked if I could invite this girl to a party, and I obviously agreed. I asked out a wonderful woman named Nessa Thropp, who would later sadly become the Wicked Witch of the East. I tr-“
“Boq?!?”
The Scarecrow shouted. He covered his mouth,
knowing that he said it a bit too loud. The Tin Man looked at the Scarecrow in shock. “How….How did you know my name? My real name?!”
“Boq…” The Scarecrow said. “I’m Fiyero.”
The Tin Man looked at the Scarecrow in horror.
“What?!?”
The Scarecrow shushed the Tin Man. “Yes, I know. It’s a lot to unpack, but we can’t tell Dorothy or the Lion!”
“But I thought you married Glinda?!?” “I did! Or…I was going to.” The Scarecrow admitted. “Things became…complicated.”
After revealing both of their shocking identities, they both shared how they came to be the creatures they were right now. The Tin Man told the Scarecrow that during the years after Shiz, he was forced to live with Nessa as her servant. He explained how he was turned into the Tin Man.
The Scarecrow listened with shock and surprise. He then explained how he ran away with Elphaba and left Glinda. He was then hung on a post to be fed to the crows after saving Elphaba from the Wizards guards.
“If it weren’t for Elphaba, I would be dead right now…”.
The Tin Man nodded. “It’s the same for me…I owe a lot to her.”
The Scarecrow extended a hand. “Well, I guess we can finally agree on one thing.”
The Tin Man smiled softly, and shook his hand.
I will make another little chapter explaining why the Tin Man is so angry in The March of the Witch Hunters! Thanks for reading! 