Fionna flopped to the ground, groaning. "We're never going to get out of this stinking passageway! We've been walking for hours, and nothing! This. Sucks!" She sighed, her legs strained with fatigue. Marshall walked a few more steps, then collapsed down beside her, keeping his injured arm up on his chest. "What now Marshall?" She looked at him, eye lids drooping.

The party at the Candy Kingdom had started at eight. Fionna and Marshall had most likely gotten stuck down in the tunnels around nine. And it felt like it was three in the morning. But with no sunlight or clock to tell them whether it was day or night, they were left guessing how much time had really passed.

Fionna's stomach growled, and her tongue felt like sand paper. She was so thirsty! She had never wanted water and food so bad in her life than in this moment! But she swallowed down her complaints, instead worrying more and more about Marshall's deteriorating state. His skin was more ashen than usual, and the makeshift sling was covered on the edges with crusted blood. It wasn't a lot, but considering he was a vampire, it seemed like gallons had seeped out.

He doesn't just need red, Fionna thought frantically, he needs blood too. She frowned, looking to his face for a sign that he was hanging on, but was only greeted with dim red eyes, and short shallow breaths. He looked absolutely defeated. Fionna felt like crying. Like laying there with him, and hugging him, and crying. She just wanted to take his injuries away, his hunger, his pain. She felt completely useless here in the tunnels.

Marshall never did answer her question, just laid there on the rock, his eyes slowly closing. Fionna reached over and shook his shoulder, "Marshall… Marshall Lee, don't go to sleep. If you do, you…" She didn't want to finish the sentence. Because if you do, you might not wake up. Marshall begrudgingly looked up at her, "Fi, I'm already dead. Seems a little ironic that I'd die a second time?" He tried to laugh, but his mirth died quickly.

His voice was husky and dry. Fionna played with her hair, thinking. Could he die a second time? She shook her head, trying to prioritize his well-being over what she thought might happen. He looked so uncomfortable there on the ground, lying flat. Fionna looked at his gray vest with an idea.

Moving closer, she began fumbling with the buttons in the front. Marshall looked up at her, curiosity lighting up his gaze. Fionna smiled, "Just trying to help." After getting the vest off of his good arms shoulder, Fionna simple split the seam on the other, deciding it would take too long and spend too much energy to try and maneuver it off his bad arm. She folded the vest, setting it beside Marshall.

"Put your bad arm on it. It'll save you from having to keep it against your chest for a long time. Plus, it's soft." She shrugged, trying to get him to understand that it was the best plan she had. Marshall gave a stiff nod, gently letting his bad arm and elbow slide down his side to rest on the pillow vest. He hissed slightly when his elbow first hit the fabric, but sighed when he let the full weight of his arm down onto the cushion.

"Thanks Fi." He said, his face creased with fatigue and relief. He let his head lull to the side, eyes closed. Fionna pursed her lips. Now she wished she had saved some of the fabric from her train, so Marshall wouldn't have to lay his head down on hard rock. Even though it seemed the vest pillow was helping a little with his pain, Fionna wanted to help more.

Sliding across the rock, Fionna pushed a hand underneath Marshall's head, lifting it up to allow her to scootch in. She softly let his head rest in her lap, brushing his messed up black hair away from his face. His eyes blinked open, and he looked up at Fionna slightly surprised. "Whatcha doing Bunny?" Fionna blushed, feeling a little silly now. "I just thought you would like something, you know, to keep your head up. I mean, uh, it's better than rock…" She looked away, the blush getting worse.

Marshall just looked at her for a few seconds, his red eyes trained on her. "That it is," he finally said, smiling. "Thanks Fi." He rolled his shoulders and neck, settling down easily. "You should sleep too Bunny. Never know when you'll get the chance again." Fionna smiled, her blush starting to fade, "Yeah."

Marshall was out like a light before too long, his breathing slow and soft, always disturbing the one piece of hair that refused to conform with the rest. Sleep did not come to Fionna like she wished it would. Although she was tired like nothing she had ever felt before, she felt oddly protective of Marshall's sleeping form. Sleep was not far off, but Fionna felt like she was helping in some way by keeping watch. For what, she didn't know.

She kept herself occupied with running her finger quietly though Marshall's long black hair. It was surprisingly soft, as was his features when he was relaxed. The usual danger his eyes held were washed away with sleep. He looked as peaceful and beautiful as ever. She couldn't help but smile, wondering what he really was like under that bad boy reputation and dark shades.

She could guess she had seen some of him. The victim of his Mothers wrath. Pressured under layers of responsibilities by her, always to be expected to take over. It had made him stronger somehow, more mature, and yet he still acted like a child.

He was a poet, a songwriter. A heart felt person. Genuinely caring, great fun to be around. Protective. Trustworthy. Not such a bad boy after all.

Fionna leaned back, supporting herself with her hand behind her. She wondered how many times he had sung to her, or written a song for her. It was few and far between, but at least three. She tried to remember the words to one of them, but could only remember the one he had sung to her in the corridor before she fell through a trap door in the floor, dragging Marshall down with her…

So, yeah. This is not one of my best stories, but I like it :3 Have no clue where it's going either... lol, even I the writer have no clue what they're about to do XD my guess is about as good as yours! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!

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