Thanks for the reviews that was cool of you guys. Oh and I forgot the disclaimer last time sooo, I do not own adventure time nor the characters.
I was tugged down the hall, on the way he pointed out several rooms.
"Bathroom, my room, guest room, bathroom, stairs," he pointed to each door and gave the name, not actually taking me into the room.
He tugged me through a door at the end of the hall way, we were in the kitchen connected to a small living room.
"The kitchen is upstairs?" I questioned
"Well yeah, it can't be downstairs can it?"
I mumbled something that even I couldn't understand. But Marshall lee seemed amused at the stupid question I asked.
"How big is this floor?" I wondered aloud, it did seem bigger than downstairs.
"Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, the kitchen, and dining room."
"Wow," how did they manage to stuff all that up here?
"I had to cut the size of the rooms in half to Fit in the kitchen and dining room, not considering that this used to be the master bedroom and bathroom."
So that's how they did it.
I walked over in to the den and flopped on the couch.
"Ugh," I groaned and shifted on the couch. "I think sitting on rocks would be more comfortable."
"Oh yeah I got that from some homeless guy on the street, he wasn't lying when he said it was harder than a rock."
"Rock is an understatement, this thing should be used as a battering ram, wait did you just say you got this from a homeless guy?"
"Yea, I gave him Five dollars for it."
"Have you washed it since you got it?"
"No, it's perfectly clean."
"Oh I'm sure it is," I said sarcastically. I stood up and walked away from the couch, it was dirty and uncomfortable, totally not worth siting on.
Marshall watched with an amused expression on his face.
"So, Fionna have you had any lunch yet?"
I opened my mouth to respond, my stomach interrupted with a large growl. I felt the blush spread along my cheeks.
"No Marshall, I haven't ate yet."
"Well come on, I'll make you something."
I walked into the kitchen and I followed, the counter tops were a mix of several different counter tops, granite, wood, some sort of concrete. It all seemed to blend though and it gave the kitchen color.
"The budget was gone by the time paint was needed; I scrounged around and used any color I could Find for the cupboards." Marshall casually pointed to the multicolored cupboard doors. The kitchen looked like the owner couldn't choose a color so they mixed it all together.
Marshall stood in the fridge, standing on the bottom shelf as if it were a stepladder. He was peering at the food inside. I walked over and looked in the fridge. There was nothing in there except a old juice container that held a suspicious green liquid.
"What do you even eat?" I asked looking at the contents
"Uh, you know food."
I sighed and started opening drawers and cabinets, looking for something to eat.
"Well help yourself," I heard Marshall say
Finally after much rummaging I came across a bag of chips. I opened them and dug in, they were slightly stale but I was hungry and this was better than the mustard and tuna sandwiches I had left over from the trip.
"You need to grocery shopping, you have like, no food." I said between chews
"I should have bought some food but it completely slipped my mind."
I stared at him quizzically, you needed food to live how could you just forget?
"So let me bring you downstairs, you're starting tomorrow and we already have Mr. Jones coming tomorrow. C'mon you can bring the chips."
"Mathematical," I mumbled following him out of the little kitchen.
We went downstairs and he brought me into the little office.
"Okay here is your stethoscope, and you're I.D, just clip you're I.D on your shirt or pants. Over there," he pointed to the secluded couch in the corner, "that is where we bring an owner if their pet hasn't made it; there is a door right next to it in case a client doesn't want to walk out the way they came."
He walked out of the room and into the black room. "This is for x rays of course, the machine is in the second part of the operation room. He walked out and into the lab "blood testing, microscope, computer," he listed a few of the machines sitting in the room. He walked out and into the operation room. He pointed to the back of the room to an open doorway "we keep the machines back there and wheel them out when they need use. Muzzles are hung on the wall over there," he pointed to them "don't be afraid to use one, okay, the stupid intern that was here before you thought it was inhumane to use it, the guy got the worst bite in his life. Remember Fi, it is used to protect you as well as the animal."
"Fionna," I said pronouncing each syllable "it's Fionna not FiFi of Fi just Fionna, and yes I know how to work a muzzle and I know the consequences if I don't use one on a feral or panicked animal."
He didn't answer but walk out of the room,
"You know the checkup rooms, Ashley will come in on Monday, I'll introduce you then. She is the secretary and keeps the Finances in order."
I nodded.
"Okay, now outside," he went out the front door and walked to the back. in the back was a small stable, that could fit two horses. A few kennels were out back also.
"Bigger kennels for bigger dogs, stable, a few people own horses and I have a degree in large animal practice. And, that's it, done."
I nodded and ate another chip.
"That tour had to be the most boring thing I've done since looking for someone to fill Dr. Burns spot, and I'm sure you'll be a lot more fun than she ever was." He winked at me and I felt a blush spread through my face, uncomfortable and hot.
"Well, I'll go unpack then," I turned and half ran half walked to the house. I felt his eyes on me the whole way back and I couldn't depict the emotions that swirled in my stomach.
True to my words I walked up stairs and into my new room to unpack. I slowly took out the many nurse smocks decorated with dog bones and balls of yarn, I put the last one in, and it was my favorite. Covered in tiny swords, it was what got me in trouble at my last job; the dude was a prick anyway.
I took extra time with everything, refolding already perfectly folded clothes. My mind wandered as my hands continued their task. It seemed like a few short minutes when I heard a knock on my door.
Before I answered Marshall barged in
"Hey fi I ordered some Chinese food, all the way from down town."
"Oh boy, I bet it's one hundred percent edible."
"That's the spirit." He grinned and turned away.
I followed him to the kitchen where several white boxes waited to be opened. Marshall handed me an old chipped clay plate. I filled the plate with everything. Marshall sat on the old couch with his plate in his lap, his was just as full as mine but it looked as if he hadn't touched it. While I had already ate all my rice and I haven't sat down yet. I threw a fortune cookie at him; he caught it without looking in my direction. A smile played at his lips as he unwrapped the cookie and broke it open to reveal the fortune.
I unwrapped my cookie and pulled the fortune out of the cookie. 'You will soon find more adventure in your life' it said I shrugged and popped the cookie in my mouth
"What does yours say Marshall?"
"Nothing," he shoved the fortune in his pocket.
I plopped down on the ground. I scoped the Chinese noodles into my mouth, enjoying the greasy taste but knowing I would regret it later.
I focused my attention on the television. The news was playing and a very stiff woman was reporting the news in a bland informative voice. I was about to turn my attention back on my food when an interesting report came up.
(You know the voice of a newscaster)
"Another reported missing person, goes by the name of Chelsea mason, disappeared from her home three nights ago, police believe she is somehow connected to the three other people who have gone missing. Her picture appeared on the screen, she was darker hinting to an Italian heritage, her black hair was pinned back and she was smiling brightly into the camera. "if anyone has seen this girl please contact your local police station or call 555-2391"
The anchor passed off the spotlight to a round sweaty man, who was getting interviewed about his new book.
Ii finished off the rest of my food and stood. It had been quiet in the living room and when I looked at Marshall I could see why, he obviously had his head in the clouds. He still hadn't touched his food and I wondered if he would share.
I walked to the kitchen a scrubbed my plate clean. I wandered back over to the couch.
"I'm going to bed Marshall."
He looked up at me "you don't need my permission, unless of courseā¦
I cut him off "no I just want to make sure that no uninvited people make it in there." I emphasized uninvited, trying to get my point across.
"Yeah, yeah, I won't go all 'axe murderer' on you."
"Good"
I walked down the hall way to my room
"Don't forget, you start tomorrow."
I grunted in response.
I closed and locked my door, just in case. I slipped into bed and I was asleep before the sheets stilled around me.
I woke to the shrill song of a bird. I jumped out of bed with a groan, the window had been open all night.
I shooed the bird away and closed the window. I dressed in the average clothes for work, putting on a plain dark blue smock and lighter blue pants; I pulled on my tennis shoes and pulled up my hair. I left my beloved hat and walked downstairs where the smell of coffee promised wakefulness.
I saw Marshall sitting at the desk with a large mug beside him.
"morning." Marshall greeted
I nodded a poured a large cup of coffee, I drank it black and a rush of warmth spread over my body.
I looked up to Marshall standing right next to me.
"C'mon Fionna I'll introduce you to Ashley.
He pulled me to the lobby.
At the desk was a model thin pretty girl that instantly made me insecure about my curvier body type.
'she turned towards us and batted her eyelashes at Marshall, it was sickening how much she was trying to win his affections. For an odd reason I felt anger rolling around my gut.
"oh hey marshy" she said in a nasally voice
"hey Ashley, this is Fionna."
She glared in my direction and I wished I was wearing something similar to her to her pencil skirt and white blouse.
Our glaring session was cut short when a man walked in with three hunting dogs, one of which had a nasty bite on his ear that looked fresh. The closer I looked, I noticed each had a particular nasty bite or scratch.
The man walked up, "I have an appointment, these three had the bright idea of taking on a badger with her babies."
Ashley turned to him. "I'll need you to fill out this paper work while they take them to be fixed up," she said this in a polite tone and I was shocked that could come out of her.
Marshall pointed to me "this is Fionna, the new vet here."
I took Mr. Jones out stretched hand and shook it.
"alright," he said "is alright if I stay out here while you fix them up?"
"yep, no problem, "said Marshall "they'll be out in no time."
