Author's Notes: Hi Guys! This is my second time writing a fanfiction, and my first adventure time fan fiction, so please, I acknowledge it's sheer crappiness! I know it's terrible, but I thought I'd post it so I don't feel guily for abandoning for so long! Hey, if you liked it, feel free to leave a review! For those reading my fan fiction [queue totally unrelated rambling] 'And then there was one' I will update it . . . soon! I promise! I'm just doing a tonne of exams at the moment, so . . . yeah. There is my excuse for laziness. So anyways, thank you for reading, and Enjoy!
No One – POV
The pain ripped through her. Again. She tried to ignore it. She breathed, calmly, and glanced sideways at Cake, who had pretended not to noticed her fingers, clutching tightly to the edge of the pockets on her blue skirt, and her irregular breathing, which would speed up and slow down quickly.
The pains had started last night. When they'd started, they weren't terrible, only achey, and she'd assumed it was that-girl-thing-she-only-discussed-with-Cake. But they had slowly intensified, preventing her from adventuring. She'd claimed she was ill so Cake wouldn't become suspicious.
Not that that had helped.
So, instead of being out doing the things she had wanted to do, she was stuck inside. Not that playing BMO had been boring. She just hadn't been completely concentrating since round seven, and then she'd sat out to watch Cake, so she could concentrate on not screaming every time the pain came.
What was this?
She had been trying to think all morning. She hadn't eaten anything weird, like bad food-these pains were too bad. There was one option.
An option she had never considered because she didn't want to think about it, and because she knew nothing about it, and she want to know anything about it, or have anything to do with it.
It was all too messy and horrible.
She was woken from her thoughts by the next bout of pains. She clutched her fingers tighter, the skin whitening, and grit her teeth. She breathed. In, and out. In, and out.
Again, the pains came. She couldn't help what she did next. Her hand flew to stomach, fearing she had been stabbed (perhaps some evil monster that was the cause of all her pain, and once she defeated it, the pain would go away), she lost all sense of calm breathing, and she let rip a scream, before sliding of her seat to the floor in some mixed state between shock and relief.
Cake flew to her side.
"Sweetie, what's happening? What's happened? Show me where it hurts!"
Sighing, Fionna lifted herself up onto her feet unsteadily.
"Look, Cake, I'm fine! See? I need you to do something for me. Find me a friend, and tell them what's happened! But don't bring them to me, Okay?"
"But I don't understand, what's happened?"
"Something . . . very bad."
In the short silence that followed, Fionna took Cake's hand, led her outside, and gave her a quick nudge. Cake, unnerved, set off, vaguely in the direction of Candy Kingdom.
Fionna took a quick look around, before setting off in the direction of Doctor Prince's residence.
She hoped it was something else. Anything. That would make her happiest. But instead of that, her mind kept offering her images, memories of the last few months.
The reoccurring flu she had for a whole month; the nausea, the sickness, the dizziness.
The extra bit of weight she had put on, and desperately tried to hide from Cake.
The constant tiredness after EVERY adventure, instead of the usual five or six.
And the party . . . . She couldn't even remember his face. As she ran, she let the tears flow freely, as she remembered the night.
EXACTLY 42 ½ WEEKS EARLIER
She was uneasy. Cake had reassured her a party would lift her spirits after Gumball's blatant rejection.
But in this? She felt so . . . bare.
She looked down. A sleeveless, silk, turquoise dress that came to well above her knees, showed off her legs and arms, and left her feeling half-naked. She was used to wearing her adventuring clothes, and she desperately missed the soft cotton of her skirt and socks.
Not to mention the hat. Cake had insisted it stay at home. She longed for her bunny ears, but instead Cake had tied it up into a bun.
Cake winked at her from the dance floor, arms wrapped around Lord Monochromicorn.
Fionna shrunk back into the corner. She wasn't pretty, and she didn't need to be, she just needed to be whoever she wanted to be. She needed to be brave and confident.
She was Fionna the human, a fearless fighter, warrior and friend to all in the Land of Aaa.
She didn't need anyone-
"Hey, Fionna."
She looked up, hopefully. It wasn't Prince gumball.
"Hi, Marshall."
"Why so down?"
"I'm not!"
"Fine then," Marshall frowned, "Whatcha doin'?"
"Chilling in the corner,"
They laughed together.
"All on your own?"
"Yep."
He smiled, and sat next to her.
"So . . . wanna mess around?"
"Sure, why not?"
For a while, they made passing remarks to the people that walked past, but Marshall soon grew restless.
"Hey, Fionna, up for a little bet?"
She nodded. He pointed at the little table filled with strange coloured liquids.
"You see those?"
"Yeah?"
"Bet you can't drink ten of them."
"That's dumb!"
"Or maybe, you're just a chicken." He started making chicken noises, and laughing.
She bit her lip, thinking.
"What do I get if can do it?"
"I, Marshall Lee, promise to do everything in my power to make Gumball jealous."
She gasped, "You know about that?"
"Come on, Fi, Pretty much all of the land of Aaa knows about your rejection."
Glancing at a Gumball, who was giggling with some other girl, she stood up.
"Fine. I'll do it."
Marching over there, she didn't hear the calls of Marshall Lee.
"Fi, Wait! Wait, no, stop!"
But it was too late. She walked up to the table, and picked up a glass of sweet-smelling red liquid. She downed it in one, before turning to the next. By the ninth drink, she was beginning to feel ill. She was dizzy, and the noise of the party was echoed, as if she was hearing from down a very long corridor.
Shakily, she finished her tenth, before triumphantly stumbling over to Marshall Lee.
"You!" she pointed at him, "Have to make him jealous."
He looked disgusted.
"You actually did it?"
She frowned. "Yeah, yeah, I did. So, now, you have do your end of the deal, or whatever."
"Fi, I was joking. Did you actually drink ten glasses of that stuff?" He looked worried, but she was too angry to notice.
Fuming, she began to shout, gathering people's attention.
"You . . . you were JOKING? THIS WAS JUST ANOTHER PRANK?"
"Fi," He said worriedly. "Fi, stop, people are starting to notice." He tried to put an arm around her and lead her away.
"SO? LET THEM!" She walked straight up to Marshall, and slapped him around the face. The noise echoed around the room as people froze in shock.
"You're just as bad as Gumball. All men are the same." She spat, before walking away.
She walked through the frozen citizens of Aaa. Before long, she staggered to the balcony, breathing in the fresh, cold, night air.
A pair of warm arms wrapped around her. She jumped in surprise, before angrily growling.
"Back off," she said, shaking his arms off her. In her head, she had hoped she sounded threatening, but in reality, her wobbly, groggy voice didn't much to frighten the owner of those arms.
She turned around to face a purple-haired, amber-eyed elf, of some sorts, and in her drunken and confused state, Fionna thought she had seen him somewhere before, and for some, unfathomed reason, she began to cry.
"Hey, hey, don't cry." He tilted her chin up to meet his eyes. She let herself be hugged by him, and before long, the tears had stopped.
Then they started talking, and didn't stop. They talked about everything, and anything – the Ice queen, Cake, the prissy prince and the idiot vampire.
Sometimes she would say random things, things she hadn't really told anyone before, just to keep him talking, laughing, liking her.
It didn't strike her as odd that he wanted to hear all about her but wasn't eager to start pouring out his life story. She didn't even object when he wanted to leave, and when he suggested that they "get out of here" she just nodded and nuzzled into him. She briefly remembered Marshall calling after her at some point, but she had her new protector now. He carried her all the way back to her house. At this point, she didn't question how he knew where she lived; she just let herself be laid in bed by him.
When she was aware of his footsteps towards the door, she called after him.
When he said he no longer had any business here, she became even more desperate.
When he asked why he should stay, she thought of Gumball. And Marshall. She thought of all the hurt, and the pain. The humiliation and rejection.
When she thought of them, she let her reckless streak through.
She walked up to him.
Undid the strings of her dress.
And let it fall to the floor.
And maybe she did remember what came next, but she didn't want to remember.
She remembered his hands, his hair, his eyes.
His smile, his laugh, his voice.
But not his name.
The next thing she was aware of was Cake, coming to see if she was alright the next morning. She wasn't wearing anything under her duvet, and, in panic, searched for any traces of the man. But it seemed he had disappeared.
Over the next few days, Gumball came to visit her and awkwardly asked her if she was okay, and Marshall turned up and apologised. She forgave Marshall, but he could tell there was something not quite right about her; like she was hiding behind the Fionna he knew.
But he didn't say anything. And neither did she.
And here she was, months later, with nothing solved, and her, in trouble.
-End of Flashback-
She concentrated. She was near doctor prince's surgery now. She'd helped him out of a situation or two or before, so maybe if she confided in him, and made him swear to secrecy.
Yeah, this could work. It was going to. It had to.
If she could just run a little faster, she might make it before the next-
"Fionna!"
Oh. Glob.
Of course, this is just what she needed right now.
"Oh, Hi Marshall."
Keep running, keep pace, keep going, she thought.
"Hey, Fionna, why the rush?"
"Marshall, I don't need this right down." Instead of sounding irritable, she just sounded sad.
Marshall frowned and took her hand in his. She tried not to react. Head down, carry on running.
"Fionna, what's wrong?"
"Nothing!" She snapped.
"I'm fine, okay? Just leave me alone!"
"Fi-"
"No! Just leave me alone!"
She tried to run faster. But he grabbed her arm.
"Oh, for glob's sake Marshall, just-"
She screamed. She couldn't help it. The pain had come on so quickly, much faster than the others.
She smacked her hand over her mouth, and stood still, panting.
"Fionna! What the hell? Are you okay?"
She nodded, took her hand away, and steadied herself.
"Yes, Marshall, I'm fine. I just saw . . . I saw . . . something." She finished awkwardly.
"Somethi-"
The pain came on again. She couldn't hide her scream. She couldn't even support herself properly. Her legs were weak, and she felt so tired.
Her legs collapsed under her. Marshall ran to side, and held her up. Slowly, the feeling returned to legs.
"Fionna, I don't care if you wont tell me what's going on, but you need help." Marshall clung to her arms, refusing to let go for fear she might fall over again.
"I need to go see Doctor Prince."
He looked at her oddly, then, holding her up, lifted her up, over his shoulder.
Through her silent pain, she was seething.
"This is so embarrassing. I swear to god, if you look up my skirt, I will kill-"
The pain came on again, and she contained her screams.
When the pain had subsided, Marshall smirked.
"You aren't going to kill anyone, anytime soon, and especially not liked this," He paused, chuckling, "And I promise I won't try any funny business Fionna, you're my friend, and I would never do that."
She hesitated before she spoke next, worried about his reaction, but the words kind of escaped before she could stop them.
"Not even if you wanted to?"
He looked at her frowning a second, as if trying to figure her out, but looked away as soon as the next pain came on.
Fionna, amongst her internal screams of pain, heard a voice. Her voice, inside her head.
"Gumball didn't love you; Marshall certainly doesn't, so stop trying. You'll only get hurt."
And, hiding her face from her friend, she let the silent tears fall.
A/N: So yeah, there's the first chapter. In actual fact, I was thinking of making this a two/three-shot, depending on how much time I have, so there is more to come! Do not worry!
So . . . um . . . thank you for reading! A lot! I appreciate it ^_^
I also apologise for any spelling mistakes. I am partially dyslexic, so I am terrible at reading off screens, and I can't spell for the life of me.
And . . . . um . . . . Disclaimer! Oh, yeah, I forgot! I do not own adventure time, and if I did, Fionna and Cake would have they're own series, filled with sheer shipping goodness!
So, Thank you again for reading, and leave a review if you liked it! Thank you!
