A/N Ok this is set after the graveyard scene in Bad Little Boy. Marshall Lee is really hurt, and it is up to Fiona to take care of him. He is weak, but will he be strong enough to tell Fiona how he truly feels? Find out in "Bad Little Boy: The Aftermath!"

"Glob-it Fiona, stop!"

Fiona did not let up however. Slight tears in her eyes, she began to punch his supposed 'Cheek meat' that was already red.

"Ok, that was a cruel prank that I pulled over your eyes, Fi, but I am seriously hurt." This time, it did not look like Marshall was joking.

"Alright just calm down and lay down." Fiona commanded. She was still super tired and a bit rattled by Marshall's joke. Planning his death was cunning, but in his lasting effort he had managed to get wounded for real. "Cake give us some sun-cover!"

The magical cat quickly became a shroud for Fiona to work under. The sun was just coming up to rise for the day, and Marshall's pale skin had already began to blister in the light.

"Alright let's see the damage."

Marshall lay on his back, arms outstretched on the stone grave. He had already unbuttoned his red plaid shirt, allowing Fiona to see the mush of cream puffs stuck in his flannel shirt.

Fiona began by clearing out the pastry's cream, and trying to clean it from the wound. The spear couldn't have hit a better place than on his right rib cage, because as soon as he had removed it, it had began to grow back.

But something was wrong.

"Marshall, I thought all you vampires were suppose to have like super quick healer-cell thingies?" Fiona was astonished when the vampires' skin began to stretch outwards, as if allowing the wound to spread.

"All of US vampires?" Marshall noted with a hint of irritability, "Yes, US vampires have the power to heal ourselves. But, we need our full energy. And I don't think that I even have the energy to strum by bass."

This caught Fiona off-guard, for she knew Marshall had always had time to play his guitar, even when sleepy. The fact that he couldn't even preform a simple note was globbing frightening!

"Well, I just need to get home and get some rest." Marshall made a move to rise, making his arms prop him upwards, but he instantaneously fell back onto the stone temple with a thud, sending tingling vibrations up his spinal cord.

"Don't be a dummy, Marshall Lee, just sit tight, and Cake and I will bring you to your house." Fiona still was slightly mad at Marshall, but she knew that without her help, he would be ashes in a minute.

"I don't need anyone's help, Fi-fi," the vampire teen retorted, "I have an umbrella and it will help me get home fine." He made another move to get up, but Fiona was the gravity to hold him down this time.

"You try and get up again, and I'LL be the one to end YOUR life!" She hissed. "Cake pick him up and have a cover for him."

Cake obligingly picked up the exhausted teen and the young adventuress, growing to an umbrella as she did. She knew that when Fiona gets in one of those moods, it was just best to do what she said.

"Now let's just get your dumb butt home, so you can take care of yourself." Fiona muttered. She was so confused about what would happen if she wasn't there. The thoughts chilled her to the bone, as her enormous feline friend stretched into the air, and made way for the vampire's house.

A/N O.O Who else wants them to kiss? Review and give me some suggestions. Fiolee forever! Will Marshall Lee get better, or will he evnetually die from the wound? It's hard to tell, so keep tracking with me as we go on with "Bad Little Boy: The Aftermath!" :D