(A/N) SOOOO SORRY FOR THE CHAPTER MIXUP GUYS! My chapter was at the top and I didn't notice so I clicked the bottom thinking it was in order! Sorry guys! here's the real chapter!

SO YEEEEAUUUUUHHH! Hi guys! I'm back with chapter 10! Figures I have internet here now! :D

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He wanted to vomit all over the place, I mean, c'mon. The aching in his chest was driving him crazy, the moistness of his palms made him want to jump into an ocean, despite his phobia of it, and the churning in his stomach made him want to jump off a cliff!

Why was this happening glob dobbit!

He glanced at Marceline, who glided inches above the rocky grounds they were traveling on.

Her long midnight black hair swiveled and grazed the side of his arm.

Then the memories flooded in.

The awesome moments they shared.

Runnin' with wolves, fighting a great battle with each other, playin' gigs, and just hangin' out as buds.

Yet something else was tugging and tugging at him.

Pulling his hairs.

Ripping his heart out of his body.

Something was yanking on his heartstrings.

And it had to do with the 'radical dame' that flew above him.

The 'sexy vampire lady' that stole his treehouse.

The 'wonderful' girl that showed him what he never knew of.

The girl that ate shades of red.

The girl that played with his mind like she plays her axe bass.

He stopped his train of thought before it rode off the track and took note of the surroundings they were in now.

The surroundings of Ash's third memory...

But she was still on his mind.

No doubt about it.

Ash's Third Memory...

The memories were not going to be in order.

Like Marceline mentioned earlier, he can disguise his memories as well as he can shake them out of order.

Yet this one was in order.

It took place in his home.

A dark place full of books, and shelves.

Spells and potions.

Wands and man-eating plants.

The color scheme was dark violet, and the pillars that stood in front of the large mansion took the shape of bones.

"We've gotta go in there?" Finn pointed lazily at the mansion and smiled with a pinch of nervousness creepin' in there.

"Why? Ya scared weenie?" she teased.

"N-no! I'm just askin'..." his voice faded and he fiddled around with his hands again.

"Then let's go ya goober." she took his hand and dragged him through the rough, pale grass over to the mansion's entrance.

He didn't want to let go of her hand, but she let go before he could react.

He wished it still lay there in the palm of his own.

He wished her soft skin still made contact with his...

"There he is!" her sudden shriek made him jump and he glanced around. "No Finn," she placed her hands under his face and turned it slightly, "Over there. Ya see him?"

"Y-yeah..." he mumbled, "What's he doin'?"

"He's readin' somethin'. I dunno what..." she let go of Finn's face and neared Ash, who was sitting at a dark, wooden desk in front of a large bookshelf.

He skimmed through a barf-colored book. Also known as, green.

But ya know... a barf-colored green...

Marceline stalked closer to her ex-boyfriend, and squinted to see the cover of the book.

The title was 'The Night-O-Sphere'.

That's all it said at the top of the old book.

"The Night-O-Sphere? Why do ya think he's readin' that Marcy?" Finn interrupted, but then stopped and glanced back at Ash. He was taking out another book.

Finn was the one to squint at the cover this time, and it chilled his spine to know what that book was about.

Marceline.

"M-Marceline?" he tugged at her arm, but she wouldn't budge.

She blinked, "Let's go..."

Finn couldn't quite understand what was going on, but he didn't have the chance to find out.

Marceline grabbed his arm and led him through the next door.

Ash's Fourth Memory...

Marceline immediately stopped and pushed back on Finn's chest with one arm, giving off the impression that she didn't want to go forward.

Something was very different about this memory.

It didn't seem right at all...

Finn noticed the change in the memory's appearance and something else.

Something else was different too...

This didn't seem like one of Ash's memories.

That's what wasn't right.

It wasn't Ash's memory!

It was Marceline's!

"Marcy?" Finn nudged her.

"I... How did he- I don't understand..." she stammered, "H-how did he get my memories...?"

"Doesn't he have weird powers that can do that stuff?"

"I had no idea he could do that though Finn..." she stared open-minded at the memory of herself, "Maybe he's not as weak as we thought he was..."

"Marcy..." he gripped her face so that she would look him directly in the eyes, "We're gonna get him. We're gonna win. And he's gonna pay."

"Pay for what?" she shook away from his grip.

"Pay for treating you like a piece of garbage, 'cause you're not. You're awesome Marceline, n' he had no right to treat you like a slave!" he shouted.

"Finn."

"I'm gonna make sure he never gets to marry you-"

"Finn!"

"He never l-lo... like-liked you the way someone else could've!"

She cut herself off from saying his name again, and listened.

"You deserved better. I should've stepped in from the start. He ruined half of your life and you didn't deserve that."

"Finn..." she rested a hand on his shoulder, "It's in the past, n' there's nothing that'll change that. It's over. It doesn't matter anymore, okay?"

"Well it still matters to me! You're one of my best friends, n' I'm not gonna let him get away with somethin' like that-"

He was thinking about doing a dramatic stomp on the ground or say something super heroic, but he never got the chance to.

A weight pressed against him.

A cold feeling wrapped around his neck and smudged against his face.

It rubbed into the side of his cheek.

For the first time ever, and I mean ever.

Marceline hugged him.

Sure, she kisses him on the cheek all the time and all that stuff, but this time she meant the hug.

And that was very rare.

When she kissed him after he failed at taking little miss perfect Bonnibel Bubblegum to Couples Only Movie Night, she meant it.

That was the only other time she actually had a warmth with her kisses and actually meant it.

She meant those other kisses too, but it was only a teasing sorta thing.

This time it wasn't.

She hugged him because she had another reason to other than teasing him for the heck of it.

"Thanks ya little booger." she stepped back and sniffed, "Means a lot that ya care about this so much. Usually, people don't give a fluff about what happens to me..."

He was too awe struck to respond, or even care about responding.

Yet she knew what he tried to say.

He showed her that he tried to say, 'But I do' by the expression on his face.

The careful, kind, and understanding expression of her hero.

He felt like he didn't have to care about losing, or winning, or anything anymore.

'Cause he wouldn't lose her.

He wouldn't. He knew he wouldn't.

Even if he did lose, he knew he could get her back.

She was a strong and independent person.

And he was a fearless and caring hero.

He could get her back if he lost her.

He wouldn't stop until he did.

They paused for a few moments to check out the memory they were in.

Young Marceline was sitting on a couch with Hambo.

Squeezing him tightly, and holding him close. She looked like she was about to tear up, and she probably was.

Marceline remembered this memory, and wanted to leave. She tried shoving him out the door, but he forced himself to stay planted to the ground. He watched as she sniffed into the teddy bear, and mumbled a whole bunch of nonsense that he couldn't hear.

"What are ya saying?"

"N-nothing, let's get a move on." she began to push the next door open, but stopped when Finn didn't follow, "Finn c'mon. Now!"

"Wait a sec Marcy! What's so bad about stayin' a few minutes? What are ya sayin' here?"

"I told you," she seethed, "Nothing. Let's go."

"No Marceline." he neared the young Marcy, and leaned an ear towards her, to hear what exactly she was saying.

"Finn stop it-"

She was interrupted by herself, humming a soft tune. Her face burned up and she tugged at Finn's shoulders, trying to pry him away from the scene.

He wouldn't move.

He listened in awe as she added some lyrics to that soft, kind tune.

She sang about how she wished she could feel her heart beat.

The warmth of her own hands.

The pumping of her own blood.

The warmth of the sun hitting her skin without feeling the pain, even though she liked how it felt. She sang how she missed all those qualities, and how she wishes she would be loved one day, by someone that would treat her right.

And by someone who would love her just for her.

Despite that her heart seemed to be dead.

With tender fingers, and loving hands to hold her tightly.

No fighting, just hanging out together as if it would end so quickly.

She mentioned everything in her little song.

And when it ended, so did present-day Marcy's patience.

"FINN! WE'RE GOING NOW!" she yanked his arm again, and he turned to her.

"Marceline...I thought you didn't like all that mushy gushy stuff." he placed his hands on his hips and raised a brow.

"I-" her face became hotter, "I don't! I was young Finn! I- that was a long time ago!" she defended herself.

"Haha!"

"What?"

"You're a sensitive little fruit bat aren't ya?"

"A sensitive- NO I'M NOT!"

"Yeah! You totally are!" he laughed.

"Grah! Shut your face and let's get to this memory junk!" she spat and crossed her arms.

"Hahaha! Oh boy!" he wiped his eyes.

"Shut up!"

He stuck out his tongue playfully.

"I said shut your stupid face!"

"But I'm not even talking! Haha!" he choked.

"Hmph..." she groaned, "Just get your butt outta here!" she shoved him.

He smirked at her with a strange glint in his eye and she leaped to a response, "AND I'M NOT THINKIN' ABOUT YOUR BUTT DOOFUS!"

"Well, I am Prince Hotbod after all m'lady." he bowed.

"Prince Hotbod? Pfft, you're a dweeb."

"Ironic as it is, that's what my costume name was." he shrugged.

"Whatever 'Prince Hotbod', let's get outta here." she smiled.

"Heheh." he chuckled and followed her out.

The aching grew even stronger than before, and he was having serious sweating issues at that point.

"Geh." he groaned.

"What?"

"Nothin', nothin'." He sighed.

And they stepped into Ash's fifth memory.

If it was even his...

"Marceline?" he asked.

"What?"

"I- uh... Just wanna let ya know, that we are gonna get him... Don't lose hope in this Marcy. I can tell you are..."

"I won't lose hope Finn. 'Cause we're in this together." she smiled, "Oh n' Finn, if there are any embarrassin' memories of me-"

"I won't make fun Marcy."

"Good. 'Cause it'll only hurt you if ya do." she smirked and rested a hand on his shoulder.

He stuck out his tongue and continued on, grinning like a maniac.

They were in this together.

And that's all that mattered to them.

As long as they were together, nothing could get worse.

And that

goes for both of them.

(A/N) Bleh, I make such short chapters globbit! But oh well! Stay tuned for the next chapter, find out more about Ash, and watch as Finn and Marceline's relationship begins to unfold! ;)

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