Alternate Title: Evicted!

(Note from the Author: Hey, guys! Welcome to the first real chapter, featuring the moment Fionna met Marshall Lee! Even though this chapter of the story is based on the idea presented by the Adventure Time episode of the same (alternate) title, it is not meant to be a gender-bender mirror. In my opinion, Marshall Lee would be far more brutal about kicking the duo out and keeping them out. Marceline is decidedly a bit softer than her male counterpart, though probably no less mischievous in my mind. Shall we, then?)

When a daring duo find an injured bat locked in a troll cave, Fionna only hopes she can help the little thing heal, until she wakes up to a pale boy and learns that 'Blackie' is not a bat at all!


Fionna! Fionna!

Who was that...? And why did her head hurt so badly at the slightest sound around her? She could hear falling water and wind rustling the leaves in the trees... Trees? But wasn't she on the plains? Oh... she remembered, that's right... I got dragged into the forest by a globbin' troll.

Fionna! Honey, answer me!

Who that heck was that? ... Was it Cake? Yes, it was! It was her furry, brown-spotted adoptive cat sister! Fionna finally opened her eyes to see a circle formed above her by trees, the center opening up to clear blue sky with just one little puffy cloud passing by. It looked sort of like a bunny to her with golden streaks. Oh, wait. No, that was just her hair in her face. Glob did she hurt. She felt like her ribs had been kicked in and her legs torn off. She tried to sit up and look to see if that was true, but all she managed to do was twitch and groan.

"Caaaaaake," she moaned pitifully, and in moments she felt big furry paws wrap around her. Before she knew it, the world above her was moving and she was laid against a huge soft and furry mattress. Cake must've been carrying her after stretching out into a big bed with legs. Fionna simply closed her eyes and let herself be carried, eventually passing out. She'd sleep for a week like this, and not much to Cake's surprise, indeed Fionna did. But Cake also knew that Fionna would want revenge on that smelly old troll, so Cake spent the week tracking the beast between taking care of her sister. She didn't sleep a solid 24 hours a day, only waking up to eat and maybe even play a video game if she could focus. Cake figured out the pattern in two days so she'd be there when Fionna woke, and when she wasn't, just in case, Cake had Lord Monochromicorn keep watch over the duo's huge treehouse if Fionna needed anything.

When Fionna woke on the seventh day, finally feeling whole and refreshed, she practically skipped to the ladder that led down to the living room and kitchen, throwing together a messy sandwich before padding off outside to enjoy the sun and fresh air. But when she opened the door, she almost squeaked with surprise to see a familiar green-skinned troll with an eyepatch running across the plains pursued by a giant Cake. Fionna dropped her sandwich and reached inside the door to grab her crystal sword (made by her friend Prince Gumball after the nefarious and downright fruit-loopy Ice Queen gave her a fake one) before running off with a battlecry after them. Cake slowed down just enough to pick up Fionna and launched her at the beast. Fionna came down with a satisfying wooooookush! of her blade slicing through the air and slashing to a hard stop right in the middle of the troll's skull. The beast collapsed and Fionna leapt at the last moment to roll safely to a stop. She smiled brightly, approaching to fetch her blade, but it was so far embedded in the thick troll skull that it took about five minutes of yanking before Cake offered to try. Frustrated, Fionna let go, and Cake pulled it out with a tiny wiggle and no problem.

"You gotta shimmy it a little, baby."

"Whatever, I totally loosened it for you."

"Uh-huh... well, anyway, we gotta go back to this big dummy's hidey-hole."

"Why? Is there... treasure?!" Fionna's eyes lit up. Hopefully there'd be a cool sword in there!

"No, it was just stinky old troll clothes and a club made out of a tree," Cake explained nonchalantly.

"Then why d'you wanna go back?"

"I think I heard something in there just before I chased him out. Like a screech or something. It might'a been just a rat, but I thought we should check it out. This fella's known for kidnapping defenseless candy people." Again, so nonchalant about something that made Fionna's eyes grow wide with determination and shock.

"Why didn't you say so before?! Come on!"

Fionna was gone like a streak of blue and white bunny ears across the plains, but a giant Cake just caught up in a few strides and picked her up, making up the distance to the troll's hole home on the edge of the plains near the forest in just minutes. Once there, Fionna immediately heard the screeching and she jumped from Cake's back and began rifling through the troll's home until she came upon a chest make entirely of red crystal. It was downright beautiful, but Fionna could faintly see a small form wriggling and struggling inside.

"Cake! It's in here!"

"Don't worry little candy-baby! Cake'll getcha outta there!" Cake came running and looked the chest over, trying to open it. It had no obvious lock so a key-hand wouldn't help. "I gotta smash it, honey."

"No! You'll hurt whoever's inside!"

"Just the top, I won't crush it."

"Okay… just be careful. Cover your head, little candy-dude!"

Cake's hands grew huge and she crushed just the lid of the crystal chest. The pieces shattered everywhere but did no noticeable harm, not that Fionna noticed when a black bat with weird messy hair on its head flopped out of the chest with a squeak and fell to the ground helplessly. Its right wing was shredded terribly and its little foot was mangled, and Fionna could see the evidence of dried blood on its tiny snout.

"Oh my Glob!" Fionna immediately knelt to pick the poor little creature up, but it hissed at her before simply passing out.

"The heck's a troll got a bat in a chest for?" Cake wondered with a raised eyebrow. "It looks kinda tasty."

"Cake!" Fionna gasped, picking up the injured little thing and holding it to her chest.

"What! It's a rat with wings, and I'm a cat!"

"No eating her! She needs help!"

"Ugh, fine… only if you make me a sandwich when we get home."

"Deal. I'll put extra tuna on it."

"Ooooh, baby! Let's go!"

The duo made their way out into the clear sunlight, but Fionna suddenly felt a sharp pain in her hand as the bat practically screamed in its unconsciousness and clenched her finger with its foot claws. She yelped and stepped back unknowingly into the shade, and it settled slowly. "Yikes, what was that about?"

"Don't you know bats hate the sun?"

"Oh… oh, man, I probably hurt her!" Fionna quickly pulled off her hat and her golden locks fell all around her before she wrapped the little black creature in the white, soft cloth so that the sun wouldn't get to him. They quickly made their way to the treehouse and Fionna laid the bat on the edge of her bed while she ran into their bathroom to get out their first aid kit. A few minutes later and the bat's leg had a tiny splint, its leathery wing was stitched back together by Cake, and its face and fur were all clean of blood and dirt. Fionna gently folded its wings up properly and laid it in her nightstand drawer in a little makeshift bed not unlike Cake's, made with a soft little pillow and a soft handtowel. She was sure to draw the curtains on the windows before she went down to make Cake her sandwich, as well as one for herself after she'd not gotten to finish her own. As an afterthought, she brought up a few strawberries for the bat, hoping he was a fruit bat.

Fionna spent all day watching over the little thing, playing quietly on BMO and glancing over at the bat every so often. Often enough that she'd screw up a boss fight or two thanks to being distracted. That night when she went to bed, she checked on the bat's stitches and leg. He still hadn't woken but he was still breathing fine. She decided he was too cold, though, and she ended up falling asleep with the creature cuddled into her chest for warmth, half-covered by her blanket. That night she swore she wouldn't roll over, not even if it was way more comfortable. Silently, Fionna also decided to name the little bat 'Blackie'.

During the night, she dreamt of the little thing shapeshifting into a tall, pale, boy, but she could only ever see his silhouette, and holes through his neck. She felt a weight settle over her that didn't go away, like a need so great to know who the pale boy was that it physically weighed her down. That was, until she woke and realized something actually was physically holding her down. Slowly her eyes opened and she was met with a messy mop of black hair and a pale face with peacefully-closed eyes and a thin mouth with the very tips of two fangs peeking out. The rest of his body was covered by her blanket. At that moment, Fionna did what any girl would do if she woke up to a strange boy laying in her bed, no less on top of her.

"HOLY GLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOBB! GET OFFA ME YOU FREAKIN' WEIRDO! CAKE! CAAAAAAKE!"

The boy stirred slowly at first, but when he finally registered the screaming, he jolted and much to Fionna's fear and surprise, he zoomed up to the ceiling with the blanket still draped around his shoulders and back. He was wearing ripped-up jeans and an equally-tattered grey tanktop, no shoes, and his arm was torn up something awful. One leg hung as if hurt, and there was a bad, cracking cut across the bridge of his nose. He looked just as stunned as she, if not more so, especially when Cake came charging in and grew huge and pulled him off the ceiling and pinned him to the floor. Fionna sat up in her red pajamas and stared at the boy in shock and fear, jumping when he hissed like a demon at Cake, but that hiss sounded familiar… His eyes grew huge and black with red pupils, but he was too weak to fight.

"Who the GLOB are you?!" Fionna demanded, sounding far more courageous than she felt.

"LET GO OF ME YOU STUPID FURBALL!" The boy cried in a husky voice made high-pitched by panic and rage. He finally wrestled from Cake's grip and flew up high again, the blanket falling from his body. At one moment when he was in front of the window where, despite the thin curtain, the light shone through from sunrise, Fionna saw his silhouette and realized he was the boy from her dream.

"Who are you?! And what did you do with Blackie?!"

"Who the heck's Blackie?" He growled with a flash of his fangs.

"The bat I was taking care of! What'd you do with her! She was asleep with me last night, now she's gone!" But as Fionna cried out about how the bat was missing, the boy's face changed as if he realized what she was talking about, but it quickly turned into a smug frown as he crossed his arms. Even though his arm hurt like mad…

"You're lookin' at him."

"You're even creepier when you're awake! Now where is she?!"

"Him."

"Her! She had long hair for a bat!"

"Doesn't mean HE was a chick."

"Okay, if you're him then prove it!"

"Done." The voice suddenly came from the little bat on the floor where the boy had just been floating above. Fionna froze. Holy… Glob he's a bat-dude.

"O… kay…" Fiona half-whimpered and Cake finally cooled down and shrunk to her normal size.

"What the heck's a troll doin' with a bat-shifty-boy in a crystal chest?"

"He snuck up on me okay? Before I could do anything, he beat the snot out of me and I turned into my bat form to get away, but he caught me and locked me in a magical chest so he could eat me later. I don't remember much after the chest got smashed, I didn't even realize it was you guys."

"Oh, so… you're not like a creeper or anything."

"No."

"Why'd you suddenly change back into a human this morning?" Cake asked with a glare.

"Sometimes if I dream about changing form, it happens in my sleep. Nothing I can do about that."

"Oh… well… since you're Blackie-" Fionna began

"That's not my name," the boy growled with bared fangs.

"Well you didn't bother to tell us what it is!" Fionna threw her hands up in the air in exasperation.

"It's Marshall Lee."

"Okay, then, since you were Blackie, it's okay. You got beat up pretty bad. You okay?"

"I'll be fine in a day or two."

"You've got a broken leg, boy, ain't no way you gonna be okay in two days."

"It'll be healed in four at the most."

"Psh, yeah right tough guy," Fionna teased, but then she noticed… in their few minutes of talking, the cut on the mysterious Marshall Lee's face had disappeared. He knew she noticed and gave her a smug smirk. "Oh… um… okay. Do you want us to help you get home?"

"You already did."

"What, do you live in the tree like the birds and the other bats?"

"No. This is my house. I was on my way home when the troll got me."

"No way!" Fionna protested hotly. "This is our place! It was all abandoned and junk when we moved in!"

"What can I say? I was gone for a long time."

"You can't just kick us out, dude!"

"Uh… the fact I own the deed to this place says I can."

"Can't we just buy it from you?" Fionna pleaded. "We've got more than enough!"

"Nah, I like this place too much, plus you guys already moved in all the furniture for me."

"Hold up, hold up," Cake intervened. "Listen here, boy. There ain't no way I'm lettin' you make my little baby sister homeless."

Marshall Lee snorted. "Sister?"

"Dang right, sister!" Fionna growled.

"Okay, then, sister, get your butts out of my house."

"But-!"

"OUT." Marshall Lee suddenly roared at them, shifting into a massive demonic bat form that had the two making a mad dash down the ladder and out after Fionna quickly grabbed her pack and sword. They ran for the edge of the forest until Fionna fell over, still in her PJ's, flat on her face huffing and puffing before she groaned pitifully.

"Cake… where are we supposed to go now…?" Fionna whined, honestly quite upset by losing the best house an adventuress like her could ask for.

"I dunno, baby…" Cake sighed.

Siiiiigh. "C'mere and be a curtain so I can get dressed. I'm really glad I carry extra clothes in my bag." As her cat-sister formed a curtain all around her, Fionna quickly slipped out of her red PJ's and into her usual blue-shirt, dark-blue skort combo with thigh-high socks and black button-snap shoes before she tucked her wild blonde hair into her bunny-eared hat. "'Kay, I'm done…" When Cake shrunk back down to her normal size, Fionna hugged her tightly and felt a few tears come to her eyes.

"I know, honey. Come on, we'll find a place to stay til we get a place twice as poppin' as that dumb ol' treehouse."

"Yeah… okay…"


Part Two coming ASAP! In fact, I'm working on it the moment I finish posting this! I hope you enjoyed, and please feel free to leave reviews for your favorite parts, suggestions, and your opinions!

-Taiylor Wallace