A/N: Sorry I haven't written anything for a while, but I was hoping for reviews. Anyway, it's 2:08 in the morning, and I got some inspiration after a long time with writers block. Might be a while till the next chapter. Enjoy

Finns job wasn't hard. Didn't require much work. Kinda makes him wish he could do more. He smiled, looking at Simons scrap book. He was mainly interested in the pictures of Marceline. She was pretty, and kinda remained him of Fionna in a way. She was thinner then most kids, and had a lot longer hair. Her eyes were to die for. She must've gotten away with a lot of shit. If he knew Simon, which he didn't, not really, Simon would've probably melted with one puppy dog look from those baby blue eyes. Finns younger sister, Fionna, had ocean blues, and would/could use them against you. From what he could tell, Simon didn't really have enough money to buy her real close. The ones she was wearing in the pictures we either to big or small, worn down to patches or so grimy, the original color was questionable. In the more recent pictures, her hair was past her shoulders, messy and sported pigtails, while in much older pictures, it was slightly above her shoulders, clean and bouncy. Finn noted she carried around a teddy bear in all pictures. Might be useful to keep that in mind. He turned the page and examined a drawing done by the said girl herself.
"W-What are you doing?!" Finn jumped, not expecting to hear Simons surprised exclaim.
"O-oh, I was j-just-"
"Stop it! These pictures are very fragile-"
"I was just looking-"
"I know! I'm not stupid Finn, I understand your curiosity, but these pictures are very special-"
"Yeah!I saw Marceline in them!"
Simon stopped when he heard Finn mention his little girls name. Then resumed prying the book out of his hand. "Wait!No,No!" Finn gasped, trying to explain, while the picture ripped in half. Both men stopped moving entirely. Finn wanted to say something, anything, but couldn't get the words out.
"Finn. I need you to go take a walk. I need time alone."Simon said quietly. Finn nodded in response, grabbed jakes leash, attached it to his collar, and both of them headed out the door. As the door shut, Simon found himself carefully picking the ripped half of Marcie's picture and placing it in the binder.
Well now that that idiots gone.
Simon stiffened at the voice.
"What do you want?" Simon asked cooly. He heard it chuckle.
I can actually help, you know.
"No. No you can't. Besides, you wanted her gone the moment I took her in. What could you possibly gain from bringing her back?"
Simon asked the crown angrily. It darkly chuckled again.
Your trust.
Simon considered the deal. He thought of Marcie, scarred and alone.
"I'll think about it" Simon responded. The crown was silent after that. Simon was grateful.