Bubba blushed and gasped, shocked. There was no way… Could it really be that Doctor Prince was once the Ice Queen's… boyfriend?! It seemed a ridiculous thought. Then again, it didn't. She was a genius scientist at one point in time, and he was an intelligent studious doctor. Marshall sighed softly, eyes down.

"I don't really know what happened. I don't know why they separated before the apocalypse. I know they both survived due to their intelligence, although it transformed them both a great amount. They're both a little messed up in the head, especially the Ice Queen."

"She really listened to you Marshall. I think if you talk to her, you can convince her that she and he have been together. Have they met since?"

"Yeah, they have. I know because she took one of her penguins to see him. She told me all about it. She really just wanted to see him, but pretended that her penguin was pregnant. Unfortunately it didn't work out because the Doctor quickly discovered that the penguin was a boy, and that obviously doesn't make any sense. She captured him and Fionna saved him, blah blah blah. Clearly not a good first impression. But she only does the best she can. I feel bad for the poor gal…"

"I know you do Marshie, I know you do. I wonder why she resorts to harassment…"

"She doesn't know any better honey. She lost all sense of right or wrong. Simone thinks like a young child, more like a middle school girl. She thinks the guy will like her if she bosses him around and harasses him. That damn crown really messed her up." He spoke with a certain anger in his voice and Gumball looked down.

"Don't worry Marshall. We'll help her and give her love. She deserves it after all she's done for you. She's like, my future step grandmother. I have to learn to love her like you love her, and I can manage."

"Its incredible how many people put in time and effort to keep me alive. I don't understand it really, why they all contributed to keep me breathing. Maybe pity, maybe love, maybe something I don't know about. I never asked." He sighed and went upstairs to get dressed, and Bubba followed behind quietly. He grabbed Marshall's hand and the vampire kissed it. "I definitely need to do this for her. As her friend, and I kinda guess as her grandson in a way. She deserves to be happy."

"You're right Marshall." Bubba spoke as he dressed in the usual pink and purple with a scowl. He sighed and pulled on his purple pants, and Marshall noticed his loud and whiney huffing and puffing.

"What is your dilemma dearest?" Marshall asks with a chuckle, catching Bubba's drift. He clearly wanted someone to ask what the heck was wrong.

"Oh me? It's nothing I promise."

"There's clearly an issue bud. Care to tell?"

"Yes! I HATE my clothes sometimes! Pink and purple and pink and purple and pink… and guess what else?"

"Purple?"

"Exactly! That's all! The royal court insists I wear it to represent the kingdom, and I get that. I am the prince. But… I like other colors too!"

"Is that why you wear the black rock band tee shirt to bed most every night?"

"Yes! Exactly! I don't ONLY like pink and purple. I think light blue is fantastic, and that sunset orange is sexy, and that black is mysterious and edgy, and that red is striking, and that white is simple, and that yellow is joyful, and that green is natural…!"

"So what is your favorite color?"

"Um… Light blue for sure. And besides, I don't like dressing up every single day of my pathetic life!" He pulled on the puffy pink shirt and quickly got a kiss from Marshall.

"Are you done yet?" He moved over and wrapped his arms around Bubba, who closed his eyes and hugged tight.

"Yes. I am done now. All done with complaining! I am sorry I do it to you Marshall, I just don't have anyone else to actually complain to that listens!" He huffs and kisses Marshall's shoulder. He observes him quietly and fills with jealousy. His boyfriend was dressed in simple skinny blue jeans, a red and gray stripped shirt, nice red Converse, and wore a black coat on top. It really wasn't the least bit fair. He wished he could wear whatever he wanted like Marshall. "But I'm mad at you!"

"For what!?" He blushed.

"Not really. I'm just upset and jealous." He huffed and Marshall rolled his eyes.

"Come on buddy. Let's go get Doctor Prince." He offered his hand and Bubba took it with a grouchy face. "Oh for the love of glob!" Marshall groaned and walked back into the closet. He returned with a white shirt and black leather coat. "Put these on." He handed him the clothes and Bubba grinned. He quickly put them on and smiled, proud of himself.

"How do I look?" He posed and Marshall took his hand again.

"Absolutely gorgeous." He chuckled and dragged him out of the room. Together they walked all the way to the hospital, where Doctor Prince spent his time working. Marshall floated in and the entire room got quiet awkwardly. He sighed and Bubba followed after, a little confused. He smiled, and conversations continued. Not very many people liked Marshall. In fact, most of them were afraid of him.

"I'm looking for Doctor Prince. He is in today, isn't he?" He asked politely, and the lady at the desk nodded.

"I can grab him for you when he comes by. It may be a bit." She added meakily, and he nodded and sat, smiling as Bubba sat beside him. The candy woman he sat beside began to shuffle around, packing up to move seats, just to get away from Marshall. He frowned and Bubba noticed.

"Hello ma'am. How are you today?"

"Why hello Prince Gumball! I didn't see you there! Your outfit is… new! I am doing alright. How are you my lord?"

"Fantastic, thank you. I really have been feeling great, thanks to Marshall Lee here!" He grinned and patted Marshall's knee.

"The… the Vampire King?" She asked with a confused look on her face.

"Yes ma'am. He is a very great friend. Very kind man."

"Interesting! Good for you, prince!" She smiled in disbelief, perplexed, then leaned back. Marshall smiled at Bubba and mouthed, 'Thank you.' He nodded in return and held Marshall's hand in between their outer thighs, concealing it for now, but very fond of him. The boys sat there quietly, receiving a lot of funny looks and whispers when they weren't looking. After a half an hour or so, Doctor Prince came out into the waiting room. He seemed to be done with work today, bags in hand. Marshall and Bubba stood and he smiled at them.

"Hello, Doctor Prince. We were wondering if we could talk to you a moment about something?" Marshall asked quietly, hopefully. They walked out of the building to a more private spot.

"What is it boys?" He asked, eyes observing the pair of them. "Gumball is this…?"

"Yes, yes. Mhm, definitely yes. Moving on…"

"What?" Marshall frowned, looking at the both of them.

"Oh it really is nothing. I am just proud of Gumball for taking my advice! I am his doctor you see, and he was really quite stressed not too long ago. He had many bad symptoms and was simply miserable! He told me how he felt about relationships and that he had feelings for men! I knew what he needed was a boyfriend, as it really doesn't take a Sherlock to determine this. I encouraged him to invite you to his birthday party!" Marshall's entire face turned red.

"I thought patients had confidentiality with their doctors!" He hissed, baring his fangs. "Who else have you told?!"

"No one. I didn't tell Bubba anything; I simply told him to invite you to his party. He did. I didn't know if you would get together but you did, and now look! You're a happy couple. See, I'm not just a doctor. I'm a pretty excellent problem solver."

"Hold up." Bubba blushed. "Marshall told you he was gay?"

"I am his doctor too- In fact, I'm most everyone's doctor now that I think about it. He never told me he was, and I never told him he was. I just knew." He shrugged, enjoying Marshall's exasperated face. "I have these questions I ask my patients and I asked him, and he answered them in every way to suggest he enjoyed men. There was nothing wrong with it so I kept quiet and allowed him to think he enjoyed women. You invited him to the party Bubba and somehow you met up. Happy Marshall happy Bubba."

Both Marshall and Bubba looked at another in shock. Doctor Prince was the mastermind behind their relationship, as odd as it was. They were together now, and in love. He grinned as he watched them both and just added, "My job is to make my patients healthy and happy. I took two miserable young men and gave them each other. Now they're happy, and that's that. What is it that you needed to ask me?"

"Do you know the Ice Queen?" Bubba asked calmly.

"Yes, indeed. I know her… Why?" He asked, suddenly very skittish and awkward. Clearly, he wasn't fond of her. Most princes in Aaa weren't.

"She is going to the party in the Candy Kingdom on Christmas Eve." Marshall mentioned casually.

"Good for her. I trust you'll be able to keep her under control…"

"We will, but we need your help. Every prince is escorting a lady into the ballroom at the start of the party. You… You will be escorting her! As… like… her date!" He grinned cheekily with a blush, trying to lay the news on gently.