A/N: Firstly, I'm so sorry that I didn't update last week, my computer was having issues. With other news: So, my friend got a hold of my last chapter, and she wrote the thing about deleting it. I would probably never delete a story, no matter how popular it is. But, I did get a lot of good reviews saying I shouldn't delete it, so thank you. One last thing, I switched this update date (now Saturday) with one of my other stories (now Sunday).
*Marceline's P.O.V*
When I woke up, all I saw was darkness. Plain old darkness. Seriously, I couldn't see anything, even with the vampire senses. It was quite creepy. Apparently, wherever I was, it was dusty, because something got up my nose and I started to sneeze.
"Hello?" A voice asked.
"What? Who are you?" I responded, anxious.
"What? Who are you?"
"I asked you first."
"Or did you?" Then it hit me.
"Marshall… is that you?"
"And who would I be answering to if I said yes?"
"You damn well know who I am."
"Uh… Is that Fionna? Man you sound sassy, girl. Cheese."
"Seriously? You mix me up with Fionna? How fucking dare you?"
"Hey, it's not my fault, dude, you sound like Fionna when she gets all mad."
"And how much better is her life than yours right now?"
"Uh… point taken." I could hear him scratching his head awkwardly, as he always did. I followed the sound and crawled toward Marshall. "Marshall? Where are you?" "Didn't we already establish this?" He asked, and his voice sounded kind of annoyed. I continued crawling on my knees and reaching my arms out, trying to find him. I lose my balance, and end up falling on my face. "Ah!" I screamed. A sudden voice jumps out at me. "Marceline! Where are you?" Marshall screams, frantic. I stand up, trying to find him and calm him down, but I just end up falling on my face. My leg hurts way too much to do that. "Marshall! I'm here! I never went anywhere! Calm down!" And, Marshall was frantically crawling towards my voice, while I frantically crawl towards the noise of him frantically crawling towards me. I lean out my arm again trying to reassure my terrified Marshall that I'm alright. Suddenly, I feel my outstretched hand touch something. "Marce?" Marshall utters, sounding… in pain somehow. I grab his hand. "I'm here, Marshall."
"O-o-kay. Ah, crap, am I playing the defenseless girl now?" I can't help but laugh. "I'll take this one." I said, crawling near his touch and enveloping him in a very emotional and 'defenseless girl' type of hug. My face pressed into his shoulder, I felt something wet hit my back. "Marshall?" I asked, because I knew what the 'wet drops' were. They were tears. Tears were things I haven't seen come from Marshall's eyes since… since Ashley. And, since his mother were moving the family to Aaa. I remember that day. *FLASHBACK*
I was kneeling on the ground next to the doorstep of Marshall Lee's house. He was sitting there, his feet firmly planted in the dirt, hands covering his face. I could hear his sobs. But, that didn't add up with Marshall Lee, just who he was. He was an awesome, laid back, rock star, who didn't care about anything, and who could hide his emotions like putty in his hands. "Marshall… what's wrong?" I asked him, after the while of awkward silence grew larger, and I began to wonder why I was even sitting there, I mean it's not like he seemed to care whether I was there or not. But how wrong I really was. "I can't tell you." Marshall insisted, sniffling. Well, that angered me a bit. I didn't have to be here right now, comforting him, helping him in whatever it was he was battling in the moment. But, I kept my cool. I really had no idea what this was about, and I didn't want to make him feel worse. "Why not?" I asked gently. "My mom won't let me." He said between sobs. "Well… do you want me to go?" I asked, getting ready to leave and give him space. Immediately, he grabbed my arm with an iron grip, leaving me standing in place. He lifted his head from his lap. "I want to spend the last hours with you." He said, determined. I wasn't sure what 'last hours' meant, but I didn't like it. "Okay" I said, calmly trying not to let my brain go wild with possibilities. *FLASHBACK ENDED*
And then, basically, we spent the day doing more awesome things, and when I walked over to his house the next morning… it was gone. It literally disappeared. And I never saw him until we got reunited about five years back. It was actually the work of Bonnibel Bubblegum. But that's a story for another time.
"Yes?" He asked his voice cracking. "What's up with you? I haven't seen you like this since forever." We both knew what forever meant, but there was no need to bring back his painstaking memories, too. He was hushed for a second. Marshall let out a very big and unmistakable sigh. And then, voice cracking again, he explained it all: "I had this dream. Well… more like three. So, what happened was one of them was one in the past, one in the present, and one in the future." My eyes bulged. The future? What was this, a sci-fi movie we used to watch together? (Ah, good times).
"What happened in the future dream?" I asked, very intrigued, now.
"I was getting to that. So, basically, we were locked up. And Ashley was holding you prisoner. And Ash was holding me prisoner." He was silent for a moment, giving me some time to let the meaning of that sink in. "So… that's where we are now?" He nodded.
"Probably."
"Uh… in the dream, what did they do to us?" I only half wanted to hear the answer. Marshall's eyes narrowed. "Torture. Evil, horrid methods of torture both mentally and physically." I sighed. "And to think we used to be in love with those bastards." He smiled grimly. "Sometimes your mistakes in the past come back to torture you in the future. And sometimes, in the future, that happens literally." I sighed. "If it's the future, than what can we do?" Marshall's eyes narrowed. "We can change it. We can change the future to our advantage. We can change everything. We don't have to sit here in a prison while our friends suffer the wrath of Flame Prince. And we don't have to put up with bullshit with Ash and Ashley. We can make the world right again." I nodded, letting the fact that I might just be in the middle of a war sink in. "Let the battle begin," I said solemnly, changing my position so I was resting on Marshall's shoulder.