A/N: Just one quick thing. Make sure you have read book 7 because if you haven't, you are going to be confused.
"Finn!" A girl called. Finn slowly sat up and observed his surrounding, he was in Fantasy Land. Finn had no clue what was happening until he looked down and saw a faint blue outline, I'm crossed over, he thought. A person, presumably the girl who called his name, gave him a hug from behind. "Excuse me, who are you?" The girl made her way in front of him. It was Storey Ming.
"Storey! Storey? What are you doing here?"
"Finn, you need to come with me, you're in trouble, big trouble."
"What?" He whispered, "Fursula," under his breath.
Storey turned to him once they reached Journey of the Little Mermaid, luckily they weren't far. "What was that?"
"Oh, nothing." Finn looked around, "Storey? Where are you-"
If only Finn had the chance to finish before being knocked out.
...
Jess woke up to someone messing around downstairs. She rolled over to her nightstand and grabbed pens and pencils, to stab whoever was messing around with.
She swiftly and silently crept down the stairs. Jess crawled into the kitchen, the source of the noise. The freezer door was opened. Whoever was making the noise revealed themself, himself.
"Finn?" He quickly turned around, "Oh, hey Jess."
"What are you doing?"
"Getting ice."
"Why?"
He turned around, revealing a large bruise on the back of his head, "That, I don't know how I got it. It was just there when I woke up."
"Hm, strange, what do you think happened?"
"If I knew, I would tell you. Now, can I go to sleep? I mean, it looks really bad"
"We can talk about it in the morning, just keep ice on that, it should be find."
"Should," Finn mumbled as he made his way upstairs.
Jess looked at the clock, it was 3:58, did he? She asked herself, he couldn't have.
...
Philby picked up his phone from his nightstand, Willa was calling. It was almost a tradition between the two. In the morning, they would call each other and talk, mostly about any dreams they had or about random stuff.
"Hello?" He mumbled.
"Good morning, Dell." Philby hated when Willa called him by his first name, so whenever she did it, he played along, "Morning, Isabella."
"Please, never call me that, ever."
"Only Dell will call you that, Philby won't."
"Fine, Philby."
"Did you sleep well, Willa?"
"Yeah, but I had this really weird dream. You were in it and so-"
"I'm sorry, Finn's calling," he declined the call, "Continue."
"Okay so I was a-"
"He's calling again! I'm so sorry Willa, can I take this?"
"Yeah." She sounded crushed, making Philby feel horrible, and mad at Finn. He accepted the call, "What do you want?" He asked bitterly.
"Jess and I, we think I may have crossed over last night." His voice was soft, as if he was trying not to wake someone.
"Crossed over? That's impossible. You probably just had a vivid dream."
"No, I-I woke up," he lowered his voice even more, "With a big bruise on the back of my head, like someone tried to knock me out."
There was silence on both ends of the line. It was soon broken when Philby started typing, "Hold on, I'm checking the DHI servers."
"Okay," Finn mumbled something but voice was so quiet, Philby couldn't make out what he was saying, "Can you speak up?"
"Do you think it has to do with the dream?"
"I'm afraid it might," he typed one last thing, "Okay, I got it, DHI activity. Oh no."
"What? Tell me!" Philby didn't say anything, "Spill it!"
"Y-you did cross over."
"And?"
"'And' doesn't matter! The plain fact that you crossed over without any warning from my computer is enough! Do you remember anything?"
"No."
"Where are you? I need to check out your bruise? It may have affected your memory, or your memory was fuzzed by a spell."
"Amanda and Jess's."
"I'm heading over, be prepared for pain by poking."
Finn let out a nervous laugh, "Okay, see you soon."
...
"What was that?" Amanda groaned.
"How are you feeling?" Finn placed his hand on her forehead, "You're still burning up."
"You're avoiding my question," she started getting up.
"Amanda, I'm not doing anything, you're sick and need medicine," he put her hand on her chest and gently pushed her down, "I'm going to get you some NyQuil, just stay there." He turned around to leave the room, "What is that?"
He poked his head into the room. "What is what?"
"The bruise on your head."
"Oh," he let out a nervous laugh, "Just a bruise, it's nothing."
"Okay," Amanda wasn't convinced, but knew it was best not to kept interrogating him.
"FINN PHILBY'S HERE!" Jess called from downstairs.
"The voice of an angel," Amanda mumbled.
"Tell him I'll be there in a minute." Finn's voice sounded eerie, very unlike him.
He walked in the room and sat on the end of Amanda's bed, "Here, take this," he handed her a cap filled with medicine,"Do I have to?"
"I'm afraid so," the color was too dark to be NyQuil, but Amanda didn't pay much attention. "Thanks, I guess," she drank the medicine and made a face, "I hate this stuff."
"I know Amanda, but you won't need to take it much longer, I can already tell that you're getting better." He kissed her on the lips and shut off the lights. Lightning flashed, lighting up the dark room.
"Finn," Amanda said, her eyes felt as if weights were pulling them down, but is wasn't her eyes that interested her, it was Finn's. The first part of what Amanda said wasn't decipherable, but the last part could be made out by anyone, "Blue."
