After a quick and silent ride to the castle, Finn and Jake had carefully led Cammi through as quickly as possible. Bringing her to the lab where they already knew Bubblegum was. And when they arrived and she saw the pained state of Cammi, she immediately stood up and directed them to lay her on an empty table.
"Who is this? How did she get so hurt?" she immediately asked, beginning to examine the ribs Cammi was clutching as well as her head. While she did so, Cammi made it a bit difficult, avoiding looking at the pink princess and not talking when asked a question of her state. "Her name's Cammi and lets just say that she helped us," Fin explained. "I did not help you, you just took advantage of my presence," she snapped, only to his in pain and curse under her breath as Bubblegum put a bit of pressure on her ribs. "Well, those are definitely broken," the princess muttered, moving to make some sort of concoction of hers. "No shit, Pinky," the blue-haired girl said, groaning as another wave of pan and dizziness waved over her.
"Such a ray of sunshine," Bubblegum said sarcastically, beginning to mix some chemicals. "She has a mild concussion and several fractured ribs. I am actually surprised she didn't puncture a lung and, considering where you went, she didn't get more than just a few scratches and her current injuries," the pink princess explained, filling two flasks with two different mixtures. "Here, drink these."
Looking at her and the two strange-colored elixirs, there was clear suspicion on Cammi's face. After a few seconds, she forced herself to sit up and snatch the flasks, downing them quickly in one gulp each. As soon as the last drink went down, she began gagging for a few moments, the taste and sensation of the drinks apparently not that great. Stepping forward in concern, Finn couldn't help seeing a small smirk on Bubblegum's face. Deciding to not say anything, he began to ask if she was alright, only to be cut off by her holding a hand up and coughing a few more times, glaring at Bubblegum.
"You sure know how to make one hell of a drink, Pinky," she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand a bit. "You're welcome. Those drinks should heal you automatically, so you may leave now. However, before you do, may I ask you a few questions, Cammi?" she said, walking back to clean up her work. "Depends... what are you asking?"
"Who are you? Or rather, what are you? I've never seen anyone like you from the Land of Ooo. Are you perhaps from the Nightosphere?" she asked, genuinely curious. "I get that you scientists like asking questions, but that one you're not getting a full answer. Hint: No, I'm not from the Nightosphere," the blue and grey girl said, standing up and rolling her shoulders. "Okay... Why were you looking for that treasure? That area was already dangerous for Finn and Jake, but it's deadly for someone to go alone, experienced or not," she explained, seeming serious. "I happen to be just fine on my own and I don't need anyone to help me get some money for food and shit. All I need is a sword and a gun," she said, pulling said gun out and checking its ammo. "Wait! Where did you get that?! This design is centuries old," Bubblegum said, moving to grab the gun. "Woah, hands-off! A friend made it and gave it to me! Now let me leave or I'll shoot," she said, glaring as she moved to aim at the princess.
"Woah, woah, woah! Calm down, Cammi! She didn't mean to offend you or anything," Fin said, stepping in front of the bluenette. Her indigo eyes continued her seemingly permanent glare, flickering to a tense Bubblegum and back to Finn, gun still expertly aimed. "You're playing a dangerous game, Finn. I never miss my target, so don't become it." "Just... calm down, put the gun down, and you can leave," he said, blue eyes looking into indigo in a calm yet alert state.
Without another word exchanged, Cammi holstered her gun, turned, and left, oots thunking against the tiled floor and receding as she went farther into the halls to the main door, and no one spoke. Looking at Jake, the dog seemed to understand and gave a nod of approval, moving to follow his brother with the princess following quickly. However, once they reached the door, Cammi had already ran a good distance and activated her wings and was flying off. Before Bubblegum could question the wings, Finn had hopped onto Jake and they quickly went to catch up with her.
"Finally back," Cammi muttered to herself, landing at a small cavern a bit ways away from the other caves. However, it was much smaller and only a few yards big since it was formerly owned by a regular old bear. Letting her wings disappear, she pushed the ragged, faded red curtains out of the way, entering her temporary makeshift home.
There wasn't much. In the center, a fire pit that was currently put out, and not too far away was a grey sleeping bag that had seen better days but was still fairly good, a dented pot that had been emptied of its contents, and a brown leather journal not too far from the bag, along with a stone she used to sharpen her sword. Sighing, Cammi plopped her satchel down, pushed aside the treasure for now to get her box of matches, and lit the fire. After successfully stoking it alive, she took off her sword and sheath and leaned it against the wall next to her and grabbed her sharpening stone. Pulling the sword out, she began to expertly sharpen it, staring blankly at the fire every so often. With nothing but the sounds of her sword sharpening, the light crackle of the fire, and the breeze lightly rustling her curtain door, she fell into a peaceful state.
Or, she would've if certain someones hadn't loudly followed her.
"I'm not going in there, you go in!" "Nu-uh, man, you got the idea, you go in." "No way! She'll kill me if I go in!" "How about you stop being a coward and just come in already before I do kill you with a bullet to your head?"
A brief silence passed, with just the fire sounding, with Cammi having stopped sharpening her sword and moving to stand up and return it to its holder. Soon, Finn stumbled unceremoniously into her cave, nearly bringing the curtain down. Blushing and nervously scratching the back of his head through his hat, he seemed uncomfortable having been shoved into her home without a proper invite.
"Well? You came here for something, so say it," she said, glaring at him over her shoulder as she moved to pick up her journal and shove it into her satchel. "U-uh... How long have you been living here?" he asked, sounding unsure of himself. "Not long. Just came for the loot, and I'll be gone tomorrow. Why?" she asked, looking at him suspiciously as she stoked the fire with some sticks.
"W-well, me and Jake we- we were raised to be all gentlemen-y and stuff-""Whoop-dee-doo for you, now get to the point and get out," she spat, getting annoyed as he watched her move to a small corner of the cave to a box, where she stored what little food she had. Pulling out the few ingredients that only allowed her to make simple chicken soup, she began busying herslef. "W-well, see, we live in a big house a-and we thought it sucked that you didn't have a place so-""No," she said, face stoic. Silence fell once again, aside from the muffled laughter from Jake. However, a quick warning shot out the cave and through the small crack between the curtains, silencing him.
"I like being alone, being a drifter. No matter what, I'm homeless. Even if someone is crazy enough to be kind to me and give me a roof. I don't like staying put. So thanks for the offer, but no," she said, holstering her gun and beginning to cook. "C'mon, no one likes being alone! We won't ask for much, we just want to offer a room to you! Besides, we could use your help in adventures and stuff like that," he said, hoping she wouldn't aim her gun at him again. She only glared at him, then focused on making her soup. After a few minutes of what seemed to be her considering the negotiations.
"I get to come and go as I please? Get a fair share of loot? My own room and no rules? No 24/7 pointless chatting?" she asked as she stirred the soup with a beaten up spoon. "Uuh, ye-yeah..." he said quietly, watching her. She remained silent as well, having a sort of lost look on her face as she stirred her meal. "Rumor has it you live in a treehouse somewhere, right? I think I've glimpsed at it before, so I'll show up when I want to, okay? But don't think you can drop any housework on me, okay?" she said, glaring at him yet again. Finn just stared at her before giving a small smile, nodding in agreeance.
And he left, Jake following after hearing it all. After waiting a few minutes, Cammi walked out and stared at their receding figures, face unreadable.
The next morning, everything seemed normal. Finn woke up a bit earlier than usual, Jake was still asleep, and everything looked the same. It wasn't until he reached the kitchen that he realized something had changed.
"You guys sleep in way too late."
Nearly screaming, Finn turned around to find Cammi sitting at the table, polishing her gun with multiple other pieces of its equipment laying on the table. Quickly silencing himself before he woke Jake, he breath heavily from shock. What is it with women breaking into our house?! he asked himself, remembering all the times some of their female friends had snuck into the house, Marceline being the most common one.
"You'd certainly be helpful in a surprise attack," she scoffed, not looking up from her task. "W-w-well I didn't expect someone to be in my house at nine in the morning!" he said, still recovering. "Please, I fell asleep some time past midnight and I still woke at the crack of dawn," she said, putting the rag she was using down and grabbing what Finn had to believe was whatever held the ammo. "Some adventurer you are if you can't manage to wake up early," she said, snapping the item into the gun.
"Well it helps in some ways. Most of the awesome stuff happens at night. Besides, it's not that late," Finn defended, moving to see what he could have for breakfast. "Time's precious. The less you pay attention to that, the sooner you'll realize it slipped through your fingers without you even noticing," was all she said, pressing something on the gun before returning it to its holster. When she was done paying attention to her gun, she finally looked up at Finn.
"So, where's my room? Because I swear, if I have to sleep on the couch, I will kick you out of your own bed."