Hehe, I really mislead you there in Fire and Water, didn't I? I'm an a**hole, I know. But the only reason for that is that that is what people expect from me. They expect a**hole, I give them a**hole. Anyways, here comes a lil' Fiolee, hot off the press.

1. The Spy and The Question

"Okay, okay, your turn." I said, grinning widely.

"Alright, alright." replied Fionna, who was sitting across from me on the picnic blanket. She wore a grin to match mine. We were sitting a ways out from the treehouse, looking up at the stars.

"Okay... oh, I've got one! Would you rather become mortal, or get slapped by a fire elemental?"

"That's easy," I replied, "I would become mortal."

"Oh really?" she smiled.

"Yes really."

"Why?" asked Fionna.

"Umm... no reason." I said nervously, deflecting her question.

"Nope. Not buyin' it, dude. Spill." she insisted.

"I'd rather not talk about it yet!" I said, a little bit louder than I intended to.

Fionna looked crestfallen. Noting her dismay, I quickly said, softening my voice,

"I'm sorry, Blue. I didn't mean to yell. It's just, it's complicated."

She immediately brightened up.

"It's cool, man."

For the next few minutes, we just sat there in silence. It wasn't a bad silence, or even and awkward one. It was actually comfortable. Silences like these were growing more and more common between us.

"So, whaddaya wanna do now?" Fionna asked.

"Whatever's fine with me, babe." I smirked as I floated around her. She blushed, and turned away, embarrassed. I enjoyed making the young heroine uncomfortable. Not that she was all that young anymore. It had been four years since that night when I kicked the girl and her cat out of their own house. She was almost sixteen now, and had blossomed into a woman. She had filled out, and now had a more... curvaceous figure. She had also gotten taller, but I still towered a good four inches over her. It wasn't until recently that I started to notice those changes in my friend. She just seemed so much more... beautiful. Everything about about her was suddenly so interesting. her bright, cheerful smile her beautiful, golden hair... No! You can't think about her like that! She's your best friend, and only that!

Suddenly, I was rudely snapped out of my thoughts when I heard someone say

"Hey, Marshall? You still there?"

"Um, yeah." I said, turning quickly to hide the blush that was slowly spreading itself across my face, only to come face to face with Cake, who just stood there, an amused smirk playing on her lips. That only made me blush even more.

"Hey Marshall Lee. I didn't know you could blush." said Cake.

Fionna smirked and raised an eyebrow.

"Dude, you're blushing?"

"No! I'm not!" I insisted.

Fionna circled around me.

"Oh, man! You are blushing! What's up with that? How does that even work?" she said.

"I may be undead, but I still have blood."

"But why are you blushing?"

"I'm not." I repeated, knowing full well that I was.

Fionna leaned closer to me, until our faces were mere inches apart, and narrowed her eyes.

Oh, that's right, she can't see in the dark.

I couldn't help but stare deeply into her sparkling blue eyes.

"You liar! You're blushing!" she exclaimed.

"No, I'm not."

"Yes! You are!" she replied, frustrated.

"Nope."

Fionna let out an exasperated sigh.

"You're so childish." she complained.

"Yeah, I know." I said, a smug grin finding its way onto my face.

"Fionna, you need to get to bed." said a forgotten Cake.

"See you tomorrow, sweetheart!" I called to her as she walked away, and I was gratified when I saw pink tinge her cheeks.

I floated back to my cave at a leisurely pace, taking time to enjoy the scenery.

Man, this is some sorry-ass scenery!

I slung my axe bass over my shoulder, and started strumming it. I wasn't in a particularly lyrical mood tonight, so I stuck to the instrumentals. I played a beautiful song, with different clashing and intertwining parts, sad at times, and jubilant at others.

Where did that come from?

I threw open the door to my little house in a cave, set my bass up against the couch, and floated around the side to sit down. I soon grew bored just thinking, and went to my room to retrieve a pencil and some paper.

Pushing the lead to the paper, I started a rough sketch, eventually filling in the curves of the figure. Next, I added more detail, sketching in the bunny ears and stockings. Finally, I shaded in the rest of the details. Sitting back, I admired my handiwork. Sitting in front of me sat a picture perfect drawing of Fionna. Suddenly, I felt unusually hungry.

That's odd, I only ate a few hours ago.

I floated over to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I grabbed a few strawberries, and returned to the living room. I floated over the couch and sucked the color from the strawberries. I threw the mushy gray husks out the open window, and was surprised to hear a startled squeak. Irritation soon replacing surprise, I called,

"Who's there? I know someone's out there!"

My initial surprise turned to shock as a figure I instantly recognised to belong to a certain candy prince rose out of the brush.

"Bubba? What the...? Get inside, now! You have some explaining to do."

A few moments later, the door opened and shut, and there stood Prince Gumball, wearing a meek grin.

"Wipe that idiotic grin off your face and tell my why the hell you were spying on me!" I yelled. I did not like my privacy intruded upon.

"Well, I wasn't spying on you. I was simply observing without permission." he said matter-of-factly.

"Cut the crap, Gumball."

"Fine. I just came by to see how you were, and through the window, I saw you drawing something. So, I decided to wait and see what it was."

"What did you see?"

"You like her, don't you?" he said quietly. It was less of a question, and more of a statement.

"Wha-?" I spluttered, unsure of what to say. Me, Marshall Lee the Vampire King, unsure of what to say. That's rich, isn't it?

"You like Fionna, don't you, Marshall Lee?"

"No way!" I exclaimed, having regained the power of speech, "We're just friends!"

"And that's all we'll ever be," I added sadly and quietly. Gumball looked at me with something that resembled pity.

"Then I suppose I was wrong. I apologize for spying on you. Guten nacht." he said, and left, giving me a lot of questions to ponder. Questions like: Why did Bubba think I liked Fionna, and Why was I drawing Fionna in the first place, but most importantly Could he be right? Do I like Fionna?

Hey you! Yeah, I'm talking to you! The devilishly handsome man in the water... Oh, wait, that's just my reflection. Ha ha, just kidding. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed that chapter, because it took me four days to write. Please remember to review!

The lonely god reveals himself.