So lots of people wanted a follow up and I present it to you. I'll be honest though, I'm not happy with it and I think that you might be better off not reading this as it might very well ruin it. It's not terrible but I'm not as happy with it as I am with the first. So, this is for all you people who requested it. I'm sorry it isn't better.

Too Little of the Temporary

"FINN! YOU STUPID BOY! YOU DIDN'T SAY GOODBYE!"

But he hadn't known it'd be so dangerous... He watches the Lava Guardian tumble into the river; falling back from a vicious vampire kick to the head. It squeals as it cools and turns to stone under the rushing water. Marceline looks to him, her hair whipping around her and her whole form trembling before she runs over. She doesn't float. He knows she only does that because sometimes, when things are really bad or really good, she forgets that she's a vampire. He likes that about her. That she forgets sometimes. She kneels beside him and puts an ear to his chest; listening to his heart.

"Where's Jake?" He asks. His voice shakes.

"Safe," Marceline states as she moves him carefully to lean against her leg. "Finn... What did it do to you?" She adds and she carefully pulls his hand away from the wound in his side and he watches her expression carefully. Panic. Fear. Horror. Lots of things that he can barely keep track off. He can smell the copper tang of his blood but he doesn't look down. It's starting to hurt and he knows that this isn't good.

"Marce..." He murmurs and her eyes dart up to his face. "S'alright, Marce..." He tells her and she shakes her head at him mutely; tears stinging her eyes. He can't seem to remember seeing her cry recently. She hasn't cried in years. He wishes she didn't now. He hates seeing her cry. He reaches out with the hand not stained in blood then he takes hers and holds it securely. He smiles slightly. "This sucks wet socks, huh Marce?" He says jokingly and she chokes a breath, her grip tightening on his hand until it almost hurts.

"Why didn't you tell me you were going?" She questions.

"I- I thought it'd be easy... Just had to fetch the Fire Flower," Finn replies honestly and Marceline rests her cheek against the back of his hand. Her skin is cool. It's nice.

"You silly boy..." She murmurs and Finn smiles again.

"I thought I stopped being a boy to you, Marce..."

"... You're still silly..." The vampire queen mutters and her voice cracks. Finn the Human gazes at her.

"I know and I wish I could be more like you, Marce. You're not silly... You're pretty math, actually," He replies softly and Marceline meets his eyes as tears tumble down her pale cheeks. "Very algebraic, Marce..."

"And you're very rhombus, Finn..."

He smiles wider.

"Am I still cool in a supremely lame way?" He asks.

"Yeah..." Marceline confirms and she sniffs. "You're my favourite person. Y'know that?"

"I'd hoped I was..." Finn tells her. "It's awesome to have you say it though..."

He strokes his thumb across the back of her hand gently.

"Why didn't you say goodbye, Finn?" Marceline whispers and he smiles at her in that way that she once said was her favourite.

"Because I'm doing it now, Marce," He tells her and she pushes his hat back then runs her fingers through his messy hair. He looks up at her and releases her hand in order to wipe the tears away that have no business being there. He smiles again as he gazes at her.

"S'alright, Marce... We had years..." He whispers and she buries her face in his neck and he holds her with his free arm. "And it's been... It's been great... 'cuz I love ya'. I love ya' a lot... and every day has been real special. Besides, you've always got that beautiful memory tree."

"I don't need the memory tree to remember you, Finn..."

"I know... and I promise I won't forget you either."

"You're not meant to leave. Not yet..." Marceline chokes out in a rush and Finn the Human leans back to stroke her cheek and smile at her before he kisses her lightly.

"I know..." He says. "But at least I got to say goodbye..."

It is not a moment later when his hand goes slack and still with that soothing smile on his face, he slips away. Marceline the Vampire Queen has lived over a thousand years, she has seen war and destruction, poverty and famine. She has seen it all... but not one second of that could ever compare to gut wrenching agony she feels when she hears his heart stop beating...

...

She digs. One shovel after another. She ignores the thunderstorm crashing above and she ignores the rain pounding down on her and soaking her to the bone. She digs and only when she's dug all she needs to does she stop for a moment. She jams her spade in the wet earth then looks up at her memory tree. She licks her lips, tasting salt water but she can't remember when she started crying. She trembles; sniffing back her tears before lifting off the ground and into the air. She takes hold of one of the trees thick branches...

...

Jake is there when she arrives. She shouldn't have expected any less from him. He doesn't look to have moved at all. A blanket is wrapped around his shoulders and a thermos set beside him so Lady Rainicorn must have came but his eyes are red with dark bags settled beneath them and he is clutching his viola to his chest like a lifeline. Marceline sniffs and Jake jumps at the noise; his gaze snapping up to her and jolting him out his daze. She probably looks a mess, covered in dirt and soaked from rain but she can't bring herself to care.

"Marceline..." Jake starts. "Is that...?" He adds, looking down at the tree in her grasp and she nods before placing the memory tree down carefully. She takes hold of her shovel securely then starts to dig, spade by spade until another joins her own and she follows it up into Jake's eyes. "Can I...? For my bro..." He requests and she smiles a tad.

"Sure," She agrees and together they dig. Spade by spade...

...

They drop their shovels down onto the grass then sit down roughly on the grass. The tree isn't big but it's wide and casts a pleasant shade on the surrounding area. It's colours are as vibrant as the day it sprouted. It's as immortal as it's founder.

"It's beautiful," Jake says softly before his gaze lowers to the spot in front of the tree. "I'm sure he loves it," He adds and finally, Marceline looks. She looks down at the mound of earth, her chest aching and eyes stinging as she reads the words engraved into stone; into Finn's gravestone... They'll never be enough, a name, a date and few words can't summarise what he was.
It'll never be enough.
Marceline drops her face into her hands, her shoulders shuddering with her quiet sobs and Jake says nothing. The aged dog rests his paw on her knee, tears of his own escaping as he gazes at the spot where his brother, his best friend and closest companion lies.

"It'll be okay one day, Marceline..." He says and she looks over to him.

"We were meant to have more years..." She murmurs; her voice trembling.

"Yeah... You were," Jake agrees and Marceline wraps him in a tight hug that he returns without a moments hesitation. "Yeah, you were..."

It's weak writing at best but the idea itself seemed fitting. Review if you want.