Disclaimer: I totes own Adventure Time.

…First Meeting

That… that was some adventure!

A journey that had placed Finn on the edge of life and death, that had him battling harsh weather and treacherous land, that had him face to face with sinister foes torturing unfortunate souls.

And it was awesome.

He may not have had his best bud there for it all but that'd only made him even more determined.

Besides, the quest/journey/adventure had left him with many scars that would leave their marks on his skin as evidence of what he'd been through, of his experience; he felt like a true adventurer, a true hero.

And this was all before naptime!

Finn sat in the nurses office located in an elementary school, grumbling to himself about what wack day it was turning into.

First, it started out with him finding out that his best friend and big bro, Jake, wasn't going to be in the same class, let alone the same building, as him because of something about two year age differences.

Pfft, whatever.

That just meant a day- no, a long time, apparently, without his buddy.

Then, he was flung into a room full of unfamiliar kids who was happy with just coloring the whole day and not fully understanding the meaning of adventure, and a bunch of adults who had set boundaries out on the playground for him not to cross.

What?

T-they couldn't do that!

There weren't any limits to adventure!

So, you know what?

Finn disregarded the boundaries completely. (Worth it.)

And when things were finally starting to look up for the young boy, a very upset looking adult came and dragged him to boring looking room and patched up all of his precious and rightfully earned battle scars.

He had every reason to be upset at the moment.

Oh, not to mention how the lady had just up and left him there to wait- to rot,

Placing his elbows on his knees, and his head I his hands, Finn continued to grumble and mutter.

"Stupid school with the stupid adults and th-"

The sound of a heavy door slowly opening from the back echoed throughout the empty room, grabbing Finn's attention.

Turning his head around slightly to see who had appeared, Finn didn't see anyone. That was, until he tilted his head down just a bit and caught the sight of black hair as a young girl slowly entered the room.

If the door hadn't made so much noise, Finn would have never heard the girl come in at all. She walked in with unnaturally silent footsteps that should have been imp… Oh… wait, where were her shoes?

Sock clad feet slid against the smooth floor as the girl started to near him, and as she got closer her appearance engrained an image of itself into Finn's mind, declaring itself something that he would never forget.

Finn probably wasn't the only one who had gone into battle that day, was the sentence that summed up the girl perfectly.

Her dark hair was a short, unruly mess and the dress she wore was in tatters with random splotches of grass stains here and there. Her skin, a sickly pale, was spotted with just about as many bandages as himself.

Yikes, what had happened to her?

A sticky hand collided with his face and stayed there, snapping the boy out of his thoughts.

"Are you dumb, or somethin'? Answer me."

Finn frowned. "What?"

Her dark eyes narrowed in annoyance. "I said, has anyone been through here?"

He shook his head "no".

The girl groaned and pulled her hand away, leaving a weird, gross peeling feeling on his cheek. "'Ugh, where's the service around here? They ruin my fun and just leave." She puffed her cheeks, pursing her red stained lips, and crossed her arm, turning away from Finn.

Finn furrowed his eyebrows and allowed his hand to touch his cheek, feeling the same sticky substance that was the girl's hand and mouth. "What the glob is this stuff?" Really, he'd have to know if his face was going to melt off or not before he could start worrying about this stranger not receiving hospitality.

The girl turned back around to face him, arching an eyebrow at him questioningly. "Hm?"

"This icky sticky stuff!" he cried.

He girl continued to stare at him blankly before a devilish smirk crept onto her face. "Oh, nothing… Just…" she shoved her hand into one of the pockets of her dress, sticking her red tongue out as she searched.

Finn peeked at her, bad mood dissolving into curiosity as her hand came back out towards him in the form of small fist. Her hand opened to reveal two pieces of a broken, red stained, wooden stick. "… A popsicle."

A Popsicle stick.

Finn gaped at her a she smiled back smugly. "W-w-where- No!" He hopped out of the chair he was sitting in to stand before her. "How'd you get that? It's Tuesday!"

And it was Tuesday, indeed. Earlier that day, all of the elementary teachers had made quite the point of letting them all know that they had popsicles stashed somewhere inside the building and would only be available to the public on Fridays, and only to the "good little boys and girls."

Who did they think they were? Santa Clause?

But letting all of the children know so early was a sure fire torture meth- way to keep them all behaved.

Finn's eyes quickly scanned around.

Guess he wasn't getting a Popsicle on Friday.

But just because he preferred a good journey over a dumb Popsicle didn't mean that they still weren't tasty.

"Mmm," she hummed as she placed the broken pieces back into her pocket. The danced on the heels of her feet and Finn reminded himself to ask what happened to her shoes… or just her. "Not tellin'," she said finally.

Finn's mouth dropped. "Why?"

"How do I know you won't tell?" she asked as she looked him up and down suspiciously.

"I won't!" he promised. "Because that'd be… un… cool, ya know?"

She eyed him funnily before sighing. "Okay-"

"YES!" he cheered.

"But,"

"Oh…"

"You have to help me hide the evidence," she finished, pointing to the pocket that held the broken Popsicle stick.

Finn frowned. "Can't you just throw it away or something?"

"Do you want a Popsicle or not?" she hissed.

Finn nodded a bit hesitantly.

She started to make her way over to the door and began to speak. "I'm just gonna let you know now that this ain't gonna be a walk down the Yellow Brick Road-"

"What?"

"And I don't need you chickening out when things start to get rough."

Finn paused in his tracks. "I'm not a chicken!" he cried indignantly. "I'm up for anything; I'm an adventurer."

"Oh, really?" she asked tauntingly as she crossed her arms.

Reaching for a bandage, he said, "Yeah!" He begins to pick a randomly picked bandage up to reveal a rather shallow scar on his arm. "Check out mah battle scar!"

The girl peeked down and squinted her eyes to study the "wound" briefly before bursting out into a fit of laughter. "Y-you call THAT a battle scar?" Her hands went to her belly as she gasped for a breather. "You're right. You're not a chicken; you're a weenie!"

Finn frowned and felt his cheeks go hot. He gritted his teeth in angered embarrassment. Why was she laughing at him? "I-I'm NOT a weenie!"

"If you wanna see a real injury," she started, completely dismissing him, "check this out!" she bent own and plucked off a bandage that was on her knee and Finn almost hurled a bit at what he saw.

"What happened?" Finn asked, horror struck.

"This Popsicle quest is what happened," she said, not bothering to cover the wound back up. "Are you up for it…" she walked over to jab his chest, "Or are you just a weenie?"

Finn smacked her hand out of way, walking ahead her. "Where to begin?"

The blinked a few times before smirking and following after him. "Well…"

"Hey…" a young woman called as she searched around the nurse's office frantically. "Amy, have you seen Finn anywhere?"

Another woman poked her head out from the back room, looking just as panicked. "No, but have you seen a rough around the edges dark haired little girl; Marceline?"

"N-no…"

Apparently kids these days didn't understand the meaning of: "Stay here, you're on punishment."

Disclaimer (revised): My earlier statement was a lie.

(a/n): Yes, I made them the same age…

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Peace.