The familiar sight of Fionna and Cake's tree fort came into view as the sisters crested the hill.

"Ooh, baby, it's good to be home! Ma paws are exhausted from walking so much," breathed Cake as she caught sight of their home. It had been a long night for the both of them. Singing, dancing, even battling against a certain vampire king and his army of the undead proved to be exhausting. It was already well past sunrise as they got to their front door.

"Yeah," the little adventuress yawned as they walked into their loot room, "I'm ready to catch some z's."

"Shh…baby, look." Cake pointed her paw over to the living room, were their friend and constant 'damsel in distress' Prince Bubba Gumball laid sleeping. His limbs were sprawled out over the top and sides of their couch. It was apparent that the little sofa was too small for the grown man. As uncomfortable as it seemed Gumball was surprisingly fast asleep, snoring and all. It was interesting to see the usually uptight and proper prince sleep in such a way. To Fionna it was actually kind of cute.

"Let's not wake him," said Cake as she quietly tip-toed her way up the ladder to their bedroom.

"Ok. I'll be there in a sec." Cake nodded silently and was out of sight. Fionna crossed the room over to a tiny closet on the far wall, careful not to make too much noise. Inside she found the blanket she used whenever the living room got too chilly and draped it over her arm. She went back to the couch and lightly pulled the soft fleece cover over as much of Gumball's body as she could. With care, she tucked it under his chin and stepped back to admire her work. She was about to leave when she heard him stir a bit and let out a soft moan. She turned back to him and knelt down close to his face.

"F…Fionna..." He said almost inaudibly. The prince turned his head slightly towards the blonde, opening his eyes a little through the sleepy haze.

"Shh…Gumball it's ok," she whispered, "go back to sleep." She tightened the blanket a little more, encouraging him.

"Are…you, alright? You were…on roof wi…with him. You…never came in..." A pang of guilt hit Fionna at his words.

Glob, he waited up for me? I feel so jerky… She never intended for him to even notice she was gone, let alone wait all night for her on a lumpy couch. She was surprised by how kind he was. Most of the time she felt like he barely knew she existed, at least outside of taste-testing and rescuing.

He's such a nice guy…what was I thinking? She wanted to hit herself for being so dumb.

"Yes, I'm fine. Don't worry about me." She smiled softly at him, her stomach twisting into knots. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly at her words, sending her deeper into her guilt trip.

"I'm glad…Fionna…I just want…you…s..safe…" He started to drift off again. Fionna's cheeks were burning almost as pink as the prince's hair. Seeing him so up close reminded her why she got such a big crush on him in the first place. He was honestly one of the most handsome people in all of Aaa. Though his features were slightly feminine, they were inviting in a way the human girl couldn't explain. His face was so open and honest, always smiling and humming to himself. It was even more so now that he was half asleep. The faintest smile stayed on his lips, eyes closed and his chest slowly rising and falling with each breath. She felt her blush creep down her neck as she found herself unable to look away.

"Thank you." She really meant it. She paused before speaking again.

"Goodnight…sweet prince." With all the nerve she could muster, Fionna bent down and placed a soft peck on his cheek. She lingered for a second before forcing herself to pull away. His smile became more pronounced as he finally drifted off completely, resuming his quiet snoring. The blonde got up carefully from the floor, giving the prince one last glance before tip-toeing up the ladder and hoisting herself up into her room. Cake was off in her favorite drawer out cold. Trying her best to keep her eyes open Fionna fumbled around the floor until she finally found her red onesie. She slipped off her street clothes and pulled on her soft pajamas, letting out another huge yawn as she climbed into her favorite sleeping bag. In the few moments she had left before succumbing to her fatigue, events from the night began to wiggle their way into her mind. She frowned at the memory of Marshall taking Cake from her, fighting his undead army as he rhymed about how evil he was, and especially when he pretended to be fatally wounded. But when she thought of only a few minutes earlier, as they sang together on stage, even his surprise visit to her house, the little adventuress couldn't help but smile. That was the Marshall Lee she liked the most. The one that wasn't concerned with showing off or looking cool. The one that didn't try to prove his wickedness to the world. She preferred the Marshall that took her on such great adventures, who let his guard down and sang along, who stopped trying so hard to be bad. The real Marshall Lee, the one different from what everyone else perceived him to be. The person he was only around her. She believed in his goodness. That no matter what he said or where he came from, deep down he was truly the person she thought he was. Which was why she was so hurt when she thought she had lost him forever.

A horrible feeling began to rise up in her chest at the thought of it. Tears began to spring into her eyes, so she quickly thought about something else to keep herself from crying. Even though she had fun with Marshall, there was always Gumball. Though she had always had a crush on him, she never really knew he cared much for her…until today. It made her smile even more, running the memory over and over in her head. Maybe she did have a chance with him. Maybe he wasn't right for her at all. But her exhaustion wouldn't let her think about it much longer. She finally drifted off into slumber, a tiny smile on her face. She would have tomorrow to worry.