MARSHALL LEE'S P.O.V

Fionna was getting ready to go home. I promised her I'd pick her up tonight. As soon as Fionna left to face Cake's Wrath, I opened my umbrella and headed out towards a cave. I looked down at the notepad containing directions towards the cave.

"Hmmm. I think I'm almost there." I mumbled to myself.

I constantly checked the notepad as I flew.

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"You're here." Ignatius stated.

I walked into the cave in front of me.

"Yeah." I replied fuming with anger.

"What was it you neede-"

I slammed my arm into his throat and held him against the cave wall.

"I don't know what you did to me, but-"

"I-I...didn't do any...thing." He struggled to reply.

"Really!?" I growled pushing more pressure onto his neck.

"Really!" He gasped out.

I took my arm off of his neck and let him fall.

"Why?" I whispered.

"Huh?" He managed inbetween gasps.

"Why can't I tell her!?" I growled.

Ignatius caught his breath.

"Think about it, Marshall. You and I are alike, we're friends." Ignatius maniacally grinned at this thought.

I snorted.

"Yeah right! After you left Fionna there to cry!? Keep dreaming!" I yelled.

"And you've been lying to her, Marshy." Ignatius smirked.

"That's why I came here!"

"Well I came here for something different!" He sighed happily.

"What? What are you talking about!?"

Ignatius tackled me. Pinning me to the ground, he repeatedly punched me. Left...Right...Left...Right.

"YOU CAN'T LOVE HER! SHE ISN'T YOURS TO LOVE!" He screamed.

"Get the hell off of me!" I roared pushing him off.

"She's going to die! You can't save her!"

Ignatius got up as I began to stand up. I suddenly gained a blow to my side. I rolled back onto my back only to be kicked repeatedly. He continued this beating. I felt darkness surround me. I struggled against it.

No! I can't pass out! Come on! Think about Fi! If I pass out he could kill me! I can't hurt her like that!

I fought the darkness as long as I could. Suddenly, the beating stopped.

"You're going to stay away from Fionna, she's my little bunny. Not. Yours." He growled into my ear.

I let out a weak growl. I heard an evil chuckle, then I succumbed to the darkness.

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Cake was glaring me down. She had just gotten done lecturing me about facing my problems.

"Fionna! Say something." Cake demanded.

I brushed her off.

"What the hell were you even thinking? Staying at Marshall Lee's house!? You didn't do anything stupid, did you!?"

I rolled my eyes and ignored her.

"Fionna! Answer! Me!" She yelled.

"Cake, I'm not ready to have sex! I stayed at Marshall's because Marshall isn't the pig of all guys in Aaa!" I screamed back.

"OH REALLY!?" Cake screamed. "Then who the hell is!?"

"Prince Gumball! You know how touchy touchy he is with me! You've witnessed it! Just because you hate Marshall doesn't mean he's a pig, or a jerk, or anything you WANT to call him!" I screamed back.

Cake sighed and gave me the look; the look that says "I'm so disappointed in you! Leave my presence!"

I stood up and hurried to our bedroom.

"Ugh!" I screamed grabbing a pillow and throwing it in a random direction.

"Hey! Easy there!" Marshall teased.

Marshall was sitting on the window sill holding the pillow.

Is it already seven?

I looked up at Marshall, I saw one black eye and a busted lip.

"Marsh! What happened!?" I asked running to him.

"Fi, don't worry! I'm fine!" Marshall assured.

"Marshall, you're hurt." I stated.

"I heal fast. It's no biggy." Marshall replied taking my hands.

He kissed me gently. I didn't kiss back. I was afraid I would hurt his lip.

"Marshall, it is a 'biggy', now tell me what happened."

"Fi, it's fine!"

"At least let me make sure your lip doesn't get infected." I argued.

"Ugh, fine." Marshall groaned.

I ran to go grab the medical kit from the bathroom.

"What are you doing!?" Cake yelled, spotting me.

I ignored her and ran back to Marshall. I dug through the box of clutter and found a tube of neosporin. I squeezed a small amount onto my finger.

"This might hurt a little, okay?" I mumbled.

"It's fine." Marshall replied.

I gently started to spread a thin line of neosporin onto his busted lip.

"Marsh, you might wanna keep your lips wet too."

"Why?" Marshall asked confused.

"'Cause if their dry and you yawn or open your mouth too wide, you'll know what true pain is."

Marshall chuckled.

"Alright, Fifi." Marshall replied setting a gentle peck on my cheek.

Marshall! You got neosporin on me!" I complained.

Cake coughed from the doorway.

"What the hell is he doing here!?" Cake hissed.

"I'm taking my girlfriend out!" Marshall replied smartly.

"Oh no, you're not! She's not your girlfriend!" Cake argued.

"Oh hell yes I am! I'm going out, Cake! Deal. With. It." I yelled.

Marshall stood up from his position at the window sill and swooped me up bridal style.

"Don't wait up." Marshall replied and let out a cackle before we exited.

I let out a fit of laughter.

"That was perfect, Marshall!" I said controlling my laughter.

MARSHALL'S P.O.V

Despite what Fire Freak said and did, I'm not leaving Fionna. She's special. She's the girl I want in my life. She wasn't going to live forever and I can accept that. Fionna is my love. I won't leave her.