Hey! Okay, first off, thank you all soo much! You guys are the best. Seriously, out of all my stories, this one has the most reviews and gets the most attention. That's all thanks to you amazing people. Keep it up, I love what you have to say and I'll answer any questions you have.

ANSWERS TO QUESTIONS:

I don't have many questions yet, but one that has come up is:

"Why was LSP still a girl"

Answer: Well, as I stated on the first chapter, I'm using most of the gender swapped characters, but some will stay the same. So far, the ones I would like to stay the same are:

LSP

Peppermint Butler

Flame Princess

Ice King

There may be more, but so far those are the ones I plan to keep the same. Not all will be featured in this story, but there may be mention of them. So just keep that in mind. I did that because that is just how I wanted to write this. Anyway, enjoy this next chapter!

Fionna dreamed that she was with Gumball. She knew it was a dream because she was wearing a stupid white dress, something she never would ever place herself in. They were sitting up in the Cloud Kingdom, the sun just beginning to set behind the mountains, casting the sky into a brilliant orange and pink.

"You look... Beautiful," Gumball sighed, gazing at her sickeningly sweetly.

"Th-thanks," she stuttered. Adventurer or not, she was still a girl, and as a girl she enjoyed the compliment. She especially enjoyed it becasue it was comming from a rather attractive prince.

"Fionna, I've wanted to tell you for a very long time, I think I am in love with you," he murmured. Her breath caught in her throat and she was unable to move. Love? No, no, no. She did not believe in love and she certainly did not believe that the prince in front of her was in love with her. However it was a dream and she had no control over what came from her lips.

"I think I love you too," she admitteded, an involuntary blush filling her creamy complexion.

Gumball smiled, leaning in. She could smell the sweetness of his breath and the sugary scent of his skin. Dream or not, she always wondered what his skin would taste like. He leaned in closer, his lips only an inch away from hers.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked politely. Inside, she was screaming no. Not that she did not somewhat secretly wish to kiss him, she just did not want her first kiss to be in a dream and for some odd reason, she did not want it to be with him. There was something holding her back, a deep tugging in her chest that almost made her feel guilty for even having this dream. It was... It was as if someone else was holding her back. But there was no one else... Was there? Her thoughts drifted towards a certain pale gray skinned boy, but she quickly shook those thoughts away. She did not love Marshall... She couldn't... She wouldn't...

"You want to kiss me?" She gulped.

"I have always wanted to kiss you, Fionna,"

"Why?"

"I already told you, I love you," he gave a breath-taking smile. Yet for some reason, it did not effect her like she thought it would.

"Oh," was all she could say.

"So can I? Kiss you I mean?"

"Yes," she whispered back. He closed the distance between them, pressing his lips softly against hers. However, when he did so, the sweetness when away. There was no delicious taste, there was no candy smell, in fact, there was something else. A pleasant scent, a familiar one. One that smelled like fresh earth and warmth. His lips were kind, curious, tender, but only there for a moment. He pulled back in almost surprise and when she opened her eyes, she realized that it was no longer Gumball sitting in front of her. In his place, staring at her with confusion and fear, was the vampire king.

She woke with a jolt. Her breathing was labored and she was still drenched in sweat. Fionna's eyes searched for any living being on the room and settled on the only one she could find.

Marshall.

Except he did not look like himself. In fact, he looked quite terrified.

"What's going on?" She asked, her voice hoarse and cracking. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but quickly clamped it shut. "Where is Cake?"

This time he answered, "She went to go get someone to help with a blood transfusion," he explained simply.

"Blood transfusion?" Her brow furrowed.

"Yes, you lost a lot of blood and I have to put more in your body if you are to live,"

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" She wondered, noticing that his gaze was still filled with fear and what appeared to be utter bewilderment. Something had happened while she had been sleeping.

"Nothing," he answerd much to quickly. Now he looked nervous. She could not help but think back to her dream and realize that the expression on his face then was very similar to the one in her dream. Even with very little blood, she was still able to blush.

"I feel really dizzy," she suddenly groaned, feeling faintness over-take her once more. This time she would not pass out. Not this time. Not again. No more dreams. She fought against it with all her will, refusing to allow herself to slip into the dreamland.

"What? Are you okay? No, that's stupid, try to stay awake if you can, okay?" Marshall's fear melted away into concern as he returned to her bedside, a hand resting on her damp forehead to check her fever. What was with the sudden change? Why was he suddenly so caring?

"Glob, I feel fucking awful!" Her pained moan sounded through the empty house, "It hurts so bad and I feel really cold,"

As if on cue, Marshall threw two more blanket's over her, no doubt they were the blankets he was supposed to sleep on. A small tugging in her chest made her heart beat faster. What the hell was going on?

"Better?" He asked, hope filling his voice.

"Yeah," she lied. Truth was, she was still freezing. However, seeing the partial relief flood his features made that pleasant tugging increase even more. He looked so helpless yet so determined to fix her. It was... Oh Glob... She realized that she was about to finish that sentence with the word "cute". Cute? Cute? No, she would not admit it. Not to herself, not to anyone. No matter how much she felt that deep down, it was not there. As if having an attractive towards Gumball was not hard enough, she suddenly had to start liking the vampire? She was supposed to hunt him down! Not get all gushy around him!

"I'm sorry," he muttered.

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry, for not saving you, I should have," he apologized with deep sincerity.

"Save me? What makes you think I need saving?" She was trying to sound tough and failing miserably.

"What makes me think that? Could it be that I just watched you get stabbed?" He wondered with thick sarcasm. Now there was the Marshall she first met.

"Yet here I am, still alive,"

"Yeah, well, if your friend doesn't hurry up I'm not sure how much longer you will be," he admitteded, the solemn seriousness returning.

"That bad, damn, it's really that bad isn't it?" She sighed.

"If you would just let me..."

"I'm not going to become like you," she interrupted.

"I can save you! Please, let me," he was begging at this point, something she had not expected.

"I don't want to! I'd rather die,"

"Damn it! What if I don't want you to? What if I would rather change you and have you live, knowing that I had kept you alive, having you hate me for an eternity, than watch you die? You and I both know I could have stopped him from hurting you, and I didn't. This is my fault and I have every intention of fixing it one way or another. Let me help you, please,"

"It doesn't matter whose fault it is. What happened, happened, that is all there is to it. If you change me agianst my will, I will make it my mission to kill you, and then kill myself," she warned. He slumped down with obvious defeat, anger, and frustraion.

"I hate this," he murmured more to himself than to her. She could not help but wonder what exactly he was referring to. Before she could ask, Cake came bursting through the door, a tall figure following behind her.

"Fionna! You're awake!" She exclaimed, practically pouncing on her, careful to avoid the wound. "Ah girl, I was afriad I was going to lose you. Look who I brought! It's Steven!"

In the doorway stood the very large being whose species still remained a mystery. His blonde hair peaked out from under the wolf-like hat. His facial features were very defined, very masculine, and every inch of him was covered in gleaming muscles. Steven's eyes were a deep blue, beautiful gems set within amazingly strinking features. He was a sight to behold and even Marshall shrank away from his mere size.

"Hi Steven," Fionna greeted him softly.

"Cat says Fionna is hurt. Steven come to help," his deep voice rang througout the treehouse. Although not intelligent, his words still help their concern and meaning.

"This is Steven Strong?" Marshall wondered, his head cocked to the side with a slightly puzzled expression twisting his handsome features.

"Steven, if you want to help her, you got to take off that hat. We have to see if you are a fish person, okay?" Cake told him with a kind patient voice.

"Hat come off? I don't take hat off," he shook his head.

"You want to help your friend don't you?"

"Steven want to help friend,"

"Then please take off your hat," the cat insisted. Steven Strong grunted, seeing that Fionna looked rather awful. With a bit of reluctance he brought his large hand to one of the ears of his hat and began to tug. This is it, Fionna thought to herself with sudden excitement, This is it. I will finally get my answer. I will finally know if he is human or not. His hat fell to the ground and Fionna gasped...

Eh, I love cliffhangers. I figured they would piss off enough people to want to read some more. The next chapter might not be up for a while, I've been somewhat busy doing the crazy stuff that 16 year olds do during summer vacation so you shall just have to wait for a little bit. However, as I've said in the past, the more reviews, the more reason for me to update. So keep those reviews comming!