I'm right here."
As she opened her eyes, she slowly saw Marshal's face against the dark sky come into focus. "Hey there." He said. He brought his hand up to her face and wiped away tears from her eyes and cheeks. "You must have seen everything you needed, huh?"
Fionna remained silent as a fish.
" Are you alright?" he asked, scared she got hurt in anyway.
"I'm sorry." She barely said.
"I'm sorry!!" she cried. Tears began to rush down her face again. "I always told you being a vampire was soooo cool, but I never even considered about how you felt! You were torturing yourself with Luke and you were probably finally letting go but I always kept reminding you!" Fionna shouted as the buried her face into her hands.
"No, no it's not like that Fionna. It isn't your fault at all that I got upset. I always knew it was because of me. I was reckless."
"No, stop saying that. Would you want your father to blame himself for the rest of his life if it were YOU that died?"
Now Marshal was silent.
"Would you?" she asked again, gently.
"No, I wouldn't have wanted him to beat himself up over me."
"I know it's difficult for you to live with those memories, but it's even harder seeing you talk like this. I don't want you to blame yourself anymore. Please." She whispered the last part. A tear splashed onto her lap.
He looked at her eyes. They were swollen from crying, and she was crying because of him. "Alright. I'll let him rest in peace." He said gently as he put his hands on her shoulders. "But only if you promise that you won't cry because of me, ever. It doesn't suit you."
Fionna smiled and nodded as she wiped the last tear away. "Promise." She said as she extended her arm, sticking out her pinkie.
Marshal did the same. They hooked their pinkies together. "Promise." He said. They both smiled at each other.
She let go of his pinkie and hugged him. Marshal flinched. He wasn't used to being hugged. No one really looked at him twice, except for Fionna. He awkwardly wrapped his arms around her and held her closer. "I'm sorry I made you cry so much." He whispered into her hat. She didn't hear him, but he didn't really want her too anyway. He felt like a weight had been lifted off of his heart, and he was finally able to breathe again. He looked up at the night sky. "I'll miss you, Dad." Millions of stars were scattered across the sky. "Look up." He told Fionna. She lifted her head and gazed at the sky.
" she said, mesmerized by the galaxy above her. "It's beautiful."
Marshal looked at her smiling face, which was lit by the moon light. "I know what you mean." He replied, but he wasn't talking about the stars.
"Is that why they call this Star Hill?" Fionna asked. "It's like you can almost touch them."
She smiled again. They gazed at the stars together, not paying attention to their surroundings. Marshal told her about the constellations he learned as a kid. They saw a star streak across the sky.
"A shooting star!" Fionna exclaimed excitedly. "Make a wish." She closed her eyes.
"A wish huh?" he thought. He looked back at her. "I wish I could be with you and make you smile like this every day
" he wished to himself. He wouldn't dare to speak it out loud. He noticed she was looking at him, her lips moving. "..for, Marshal?" was the only thing he heard. "uhhh
What?" he asked, embarrassed. He was thankful it was too dark to see his crimson face.
Fionna laughed and smiled. "I asked what did you wish for, Marshal?"
" he said. "Hmmm
It's a secret." He answered back.
Fionna frowned. "That's no fun!"
"If I tell you, it won't come true." He teased. "Although it probably wouldn't either way." He added in his head. He looked back at the sky. The stars were shining beautifully, but they were nothing compared to the moon. "The moon always outshines the stars, huh Bubba?" he whispered solemnly to himself.
"GAH!!" Marshal shouted. "Do you really have to yawn like that?! You almost scared me to life!" he said as he faced Fionna, but her eyes were barely open. "Feelin sleepy?"
" she said, rubbing her eyes.
"Well, you were up all night. We should probably start heading back." Now that he thought about it, he was pretty tired too. He woke up in the middle of the afternoon and never went back to sleep. He stood upand stretched. "Guess we should start going back." He begins to gather his things: his axe bass and duffle bag. He began to turn when he feels a gentle hand pat his shoulder. Fionna had the dagger and photo of Luke.
"Don't forget these." She said tenderly.
Marshal took the items from her hand and looked at them. "Hey, Fionna?"
He took her hand into his, and pulled her into a hug. "Thanks, again." It would have felt weird, hugging someone, but with her, it felt right.
Fionna smiled as she put her arms around Marshal.
"Ahem." Cake coughed behind them.
They broke apart and looked at Cake, who had one eyebrow raised and smile played on her lips. "You two lovers can do that on your own time."
"Ca-CAKE!!" Fionna exclaimed as her cheeks flushed. Marshal looked down as his own face heated. "How many times do I have to tell you? I don't like Marshal!"
Marshal flinched as if he were punched in the gut. "
Ouch. You didn't have to say it like that
" he thought to himself.
"You don't have to freak out like that, girl. I was just joking." Cake laughed. "I'll stop with that joke then, ok?"
Fionna's frown dissolved, and she smiled. "Ok. Sorry about reacting like that. We're cool, right?"
Cake responded with a fist-bump. "Let's get home then. Shall we?" She grew and laid on her stomach, using her powers to form stairs on her side. Fionna began to climb onto her back, when she noticed Marshal was still looking at the ground.
"Huh?" he said, snapping his head up.
"Oh, Uh, Yeah. Just tired."
"Oh. Ok." Fionna had a feeling in her stomach, like she said something that offended him again.
"Well, if you're tired, you should ride on my back with Fionna." Cake said to him.
"That sounds nice." He said with a smile. She climbed onto Cakes back and Marshal followed. They laid next to each other on the base of her neck, faces towards the stars. The motion of Cake's walking was soothing.
"Hey Marshal?" Fionna said in the night.
"You know I never thought of you as a monster, right?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, after we first met, I never thought of you as a blood-sucking demon, just a regular old trickster. I always thought you were the same as me, doing things for good, and you know what? I was always right. You aren't a monster. You know that I never have and never will think differently, right?"
Marshal looked at Fionna. Intensity was all over her face. He smiled. "Yeah, I do."
She laid her head on his arm. Closing her eyes, she whispered "Good
" and fell asleep.
He looked at her. She looked so relieved, happy. He smiled. He leaned over and kissed the top of her head. "Good night, Fionna."
"Marshal... I'm sorry." Cake suddenly said.
"Huh? Why are you apologizing?"
"For thinking the exact opposite of Fionna." She replied glumly. "I took one look at you, and I assumed you were evil. I didn't even consider how you really were, not like Fionna. She got really close to you, and I just stayed away, thinking you were nothing but trouble." She laughed. "I couldn't have been more wrong."
"Cake, it's ok. You don't have to say that."
"I do." She paused. "You be good to Fionna, got that? I trust you'll make her happy."
"What do you mean by that?"
Cake laughed again. "Just think about it and go to sleep. I'll wake you guys when we're at the tree house."
Marshal looked at the back of Cake's head, thinking. He looked back at Fionna. "I'll take care of you, no matter what." He laid his head back, and closed his eyes, drifting into sleep.
"We're here!" Cake called to them after a while. "Wake up!"
Marshal and Fionna sat up, blinking the sleep away. "That. Felt. GREAT." She said.
"It did, didn't it?" laughed Marshal.
"Come on guys, inside we go." Cake called to them.
Marshal lifted his things and began to fly in the opposite direction, but he heard Fionna behind him.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"Home. Where else?"
Don't you think you can stay another night? I mean, the sun might rise soon, so
you can stay here till it sets again."
Marshal actually didn't want to go. He wanted to stay at the tree house, with Fionna. "I guess you have a point. I'll stay another night."
She smiled warmly at him.
Cake opened the door and entered. They followed. "I don't know bout you guys, but I'm going to sleep." She said as she went up the stairs. "I didn't get to nap after all. Good night!"
"Good night!" Fionna and Marshal called after her. Fionna sniffed her shirt. "Ugh! I reek! I'm going to shower. Do you mind waiting here?"
"Nah. Can I use your bathroom after you though?"
"Sure. I'll be back later." And with that, Fionna went into the bathroom. When Marshal heard the water running, he flopped onto the couch and out a huge sigh.
*Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh* He never felt this relaxed before. Not only that, but he felt
happy. He kept smiling and closed his eyes. "Fionna." He thought. "She helped me so much. I can finally stop having that nightmare over and over." He remembered her smiling face, her angry face, and the time she scraped her knee so badly, she couldn't walk on it. He had to carry her home since Cake wasn't there. He remembered the way she came to him if she were upset. "I left her alone for so long trying to get an adventure in Aaa, but I could have adventured with her." He frowned. "She probably got a lot closer to Gumball when I left and now that she's 17
Damn it." The water turned off. He made his way down the hall and waited. The door opened and Fionna stepped out. Wrapped in nothing but a towel, she held her clothes in her hands. Her hair reached her waist, glistening with water. Marshal's face felt like it was on fire.
"Your turn!" Fionna said as she stepped past him. "Towels are in the cabinet." She added.
"Oh uh, ok." He stammered. His mouth felt dry.
He walked into the bathroom and closed the door. He leaned against it as he put his hand to his head. "Calm down. She was just in a towel. It's not that big of a deal." But that just caused him to blush even harder. "I'll just take a cold shower. That should help." He stripped of his shirt and un-buckled his pants. He stripped off his last article of clothing and opened the shower curtain.
The door swung open. "Hey Marshal I think I left my hat by the si-" she saw him.
"Fi-FIONNA!" Marshal cried as he tried to cover himself.
"OH MY GLOB!" She cried as she put her hands over her eyes. "I'M SO SORRY!!!" she ran and shut the door. "Seriously?! That was the second time!" she scolded herself. (she still hadn't gotten over from the incident from before either.) She took a deep breath, trying to clear her mind, but that didn't help. She tugged at the collar of her shirt. She walked into the living room and sat on the couch. Fionna was constantly shifting positions or tugging at her clothes. Nothing seemed to help her feel comfortable.
"Awkward, isn't it?" someone said.
"Cake? I thought you were going to bed."
"I heard screaming and came down. Anyway, that's not important. What's important is how you keep denying the truth."
"What are you talking about?"
"The fact that you keep saying you don't have feelings for Marshal."
"This again? Cake, you said you were going to stop."
"I was, but then I noticed something. When we were at Star Hill and I called you guys lovers and you denied it, you were blushing like crazy, and so was Marshal."
So?" Fionna couldn't understand where Cake was going with this.
"I've seen you blush, but not like that. Deep down, you really do want to be lovers."
"I told you, I don't like him!"
"That's the other thing. When you said that last time, you hurt him."
Fionna's face crumbled. "I
I hurt him? I knew there was a reason I felt something in my stomach
"He likes you Fionna. You might not be able to tell, but I can. You guys are acting like me and Monochromicorn when we first started dating."
Fionna stared at the ground. "I
Cake, what do I do? After what I said, he won't want to date me." Her words echoed in her head. 'How many times do I have to tell you? I don't like Marshal!' that must have caused him serious damage.
"You know him better than that. He'll always feel for you. Just tell him that you do too." Cake said soothingly as she squeezed Fionna's hand. The water shut off in the hallway. "Looks like he'll be here soon. You know what to say, right?"
Fionna bit her lip. "Yeah, I think so." She looked up. "Thanks Cake."
"Don't mention it. I'll see you in the morning." Cake turned and silently walked up the stairs.
Fionna let out a breath. She heard the bathroom door creak open and footsteps approaching. It was now or never. "H-hey Marshal!" she said as he stepped into full view. Fionna blushed. Marshal was only wearing his pants. His torso was bear, water streaming down his chest. He was rubbing his hair dry with a towel. She noticed the way his muscles moved. Putting the towel around his neck, he flopped something onto Fionna's head.
"Here." He said. It was her hat.
"Thanks." Her face heated even more when she realized it was thanks to her hat that she saw Marshal in the bathroom. "Uhh. Sorry about what happened a few minutes ago."
Marshal's cheeks reddened as he waved his hand. "D-don't mention it
please." he said as he sat down next to her.
They both sat there, in silence, with red faces on both of them. "Well
this is going smoothly." Fionna thought to herself. She turned to him. "Um. Hey Marshal, can I talk to you about something?"
"Well, let's say you want to tell
someone, that you like them. H-How
how would you do it, e-exactly?"
Fionna wrung her fingers. "Marshal?"
"Just tell Gumball that you like him." his voice sounded like steel.
"What? No it's not Gumball."
"Oh? Then is it Slime Prince?"
"IT'S YOU!" Her eyes widened.
"Y-you heard me. I like you, ok?"
Tch. Ok, ok. That's a good one, Fionna."
"It's not a joke. I meant what I said."
Marshal looked out the window. "You really expect me to believe that? That you just suddenly like me?"
"Why wouldn't I? I know I always liked Gumball, but while he was walking away and leaving me behind, you came and helped me. You make me smile and laugh. I feel safer with you, and I feel like you'll always be there for me I fall."
Marshal didn't say anything. "Nice speech." He finally said.
"Why is it so hard for you to understand this?" Fionna demanded.
Because everyone likes the moon more than the stars."
"Gumball always does everything better than me. Everyone likes him more. No matter what, the moon always outshines the stars and they never get noticed."
Fionna looked at him. "You're forgetting one thing."
"Oh really? What?"
"I always loved the stars more than the moon. The moon will always change. It'll get smaller and smaller until it's completely gone, then it'll come back to get big again. But the stars, they're always there, lighting the night sky everyday without failing. They're even in the sky during the day."
Marshal turned from the window and back at to her, hope in his eyes.
Fionna smiled. "You don't give stars enough credit."
He gently pushed back a lock of her hair. "Do you really mean that?"
He put his hand behind her neck and pulled her into a kiss. Her lips were soft and warm. She gently kissed him back. When they broke apart, Marshal looked at her and grinned. "You have no idea how long I wanted to do that."
Fionna blushed and smiled. They kissed again. Marshal held onto her as he fell back onto the couch with her on top of him. Her hair fell all around them like leaves in the fall. She parted from his lips and put her head on his chest. "Hey Marshal?"
"I love you. You know that, right?"
I do, and I love you too."
Fionna smiled. "Good."