"FIONNA!"

"MARSHALL!"

Their screams echo off the walls of the close knit cave, sounding as if a million of them were screaming. Fionna flailed, hyperventilating, as she fell through the air, her hair whipping back and forth behind her. Her dress's trail spun, getting caught around her legs and feet. Fionna reached her hands out, free falling past jutting out boulders, barely missing them. It was getting dark, terribly dark. The farther down she went, the more certain she was that she was about to hit bottom. Her eyes watered against the wind and dust, and she screwed them shut, screaming out his name again.

Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling up underneath her knees, slowing her decent. She opened her eyes wide, looking back over her shoulder to see Marshall's determined face closing in on her. His hair and tie flapped limply in the air, the wind doing nothing to diminish the sweat gleaming on his forehead. "Hold on, I've got you!" He pulled back, fighting against gravity's grip. Fionna reached up to grab his shirt, burying her face against his chest and gritting her teeth. They were still going way too fast.

She heard a mumbled "Crap," as another outcrop of rock abruptly appeared. He maneuvered them around it, but his arm scrapped against the sharpest edge, and he grunted. Fionna felt his arm under her knee's give a little, but he still held fast. Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, Marshall won out the battle against the ground force, and sky rocketed up to the top of the deep stone hole.

Dim light blinded both of them as they came out into the main tunnel passageway. Fionna suddenly became aware of the tears running down her cheeks and that both she and Marshall were heaving, out of breath. He set her down on the hard ground, taking a seat on a rock himself, "Bunny, don't… watch were you step, this place…. you almost… you scared me half to life!"

He took a shaking gasp, cringing. It was only then they both remembered Marshall's injury. Fionna, still shaking from her fall, looked to his hurt elbow, only to look away quickly. It was gouged pretty badly, with shreds of flesh seeming to peel back to reveal bone. Blood slowly oozed out, but not quickly like warm blood. And when it hit the ground, it sizzled. Marshall took another breath, gritting his teeth, "Oh geez."

Fionna's voice was high when she said, "Oh geez?! Is that seriously all you can say! Dude, your flipping arm looks like shredded. Cheese!" She looked at it again, swallowing hard. Marshall held up a hand, "Fi, chill. Vampire, remember? And immortal demon. It'll heal lickity split, see?" He motioned to the elbow, smirking. But nothing happened.

Fionna frowned, a lump forming in her throat, "Dude, why aren't you healing lickity split?!" She went to move to get up closer, but her dress train was still tangled in with her legs. "Glob Globbit! Stupid dress, I'll fix that…." She tore at the fabric at the top, past her knee's, trying to wiggle out of the cocoon. Finally, the dress tore, and Fionna ripped the bottom off, gaining her legs. She hopped up as soon as she was free, only to stoop back down to examine Marshall's elbow.

By this point, he was staring down in fright and concentration. "Fi, it feels… tingly. My wounds never feel tingly. They seal right back up, as if nothing happened. Unless…." He frowned, glaring at his arm as if he could somehow fix it. "Oh no." Fionna looked up at him, wide eyed, "Oh no what?!" Marshall bit his bottom lip with a fang, taking a long sigh, "I haven't drank anything since yesterday. I shouldn't have gone that long without my usual red. I thought I would be able to eat some at the party, but," he looked to Fionna, still frowning, "then stuff went down and you got us stuck in this endless cave maze under the castle!"

Fionna knew all this was her fault, but couldn't help getting a little flustered. "Me? What about you, huh? 'Oh, I know this place like the back of my hand! Let's go deeper! Gumball doesn't have to know! Scared Bunny? Huh? Huh? Huh!' Why'd ya act like you knew what you were doing when you didn't Marshall?" She crossed her arms, looking away.

"Fionna, I'm sorry, ok? I was just trying to impress you. I didn't mean for us to get lost, and then you to fall down that trap hole, alright?!" He rolled his arm around, hissing when the skin pulled. "But if you haven't noticed, I need red. A lot of it. If I don't get it soon, I'll…."

He fell quiet, and still. Fionna looked back at him, her frown turning to a line. "Or you'll what Marshall?" He lowered his head, "We have to get out of here." Something had changed in his voice. It didn't sound happy go lucky, or snarky, like usual. It was low, and terrifying, with an urgency like none Fionna had heard. She swallowed, frightened.

He reached up with his good arm, untying the tie around his neck. "Help me?" Fionna reached up and took it, threading it around his arm above his elbow. She snatched it, tying it as tight as she could. Marshall tensed up, but didn't say a word. "Hopefully this will stop the bleeding." He then stood and grabbed the discarded trail of fabric from the floor, fashioned a sling, and set his arm up in it.

Fionna didn't help him with it, even though at some points he really needed it, but never asked. She guessed it was a pride thing. She rolled her eyes. Guys. Marshall turned to her, smirking, "Come on Bunny. Time to find our way outta here." He started to walk away, startling Fionna. "Uh, dude, aren't ya gonna… fly?" She stood, feeling odd with so much of her legs showing. Usually she had her stocking on, and her skort. But this was an actual dressy dress dress, with no built in pants. And she only had her black slip on's on her feet. Other than that, her legs were bare.

She tried not to think about it, but couldn't help holding down the front as she walked. Marshall threw his hand up, "Too weak. Me having to save your butt really took it out of me. And with this injury and blood loss," he shook his head, "just ain't happening." Fionna looked down at the ground, "Oh. Sorry. I didn't mean to almost die." She head Marshall sigh and stop.

"It's fine. It isn't as if I wouldn't fly down to save you if we had to do it again. I'm just… You could have died Fi." He said it so abruptly, Fionna cringed. "You almost went splat on the bedrock, and I barely saved you. What if I had let go when we hit that rock? What if I hadn't have been fast enough? I can't help but think we wouldn't be in this situation if I had just flew us back up that trap door tunnel and gone back to partying with the rest of PG's kingdom."

He shrugged his shoulders, "I was just too happy to have some alone time with you that I completely forgot that things could go wrong. It's all my fault. And if we don't get out, a lot of things will be all my fault." A darkness had crept in with his last words, making Fionna shiver. But it couldn't stop her heart from beating a thousand miles a minute.

"You… wanted to spend some alone time with me?" She felt herself blushing, and she smiled. Marshall looked over his shoulder at her, eyebrows raise, "What? Did I say that?" Fionna nodded, walking up to his side. He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck with his good arm. Fionna could swear she saw the young vamp blushing. Her smile grew.

"Well, beside the whole falling-to-my-death thing, I would say this is the most fun I've had in ages." She chuckled, rubbing her hands at her sides. Marshall finally genuinely smiled, turning to her, "Really?" Fionna couldn't believe how his face lit up at that. It was a whole other Marshall all together. She nodded, swiping some hair out of her face. "I'm just sorry that I had to, you know, ruin it with you getting hurt," she motioned to Marshall's arm.

He waved his hand, smirking, "Pffft, I've had worse." Fionna seriously doubted that, but didn't argue. He was happier now, not as down and depressed as before. She took the lead in walking this time, still holding the front of her ripped dress down, "Come on! Time to get out of this place!" The two walked on through the tunnel, eyes searching for a branch off of the main tunnel or any means of escape.

-3- So, it was going to be a oneshot, but no one reads my one shots, and for some reason, I am just plain terrible at one shots, so this is probably going to be a short fanfic type thingy... mmmaaaayyyyybbbbeeeeeee... Should be updating every two days. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!

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