AN: Hey all! Aggronlv45 here. Thanks for taking the time to read this, and happy reading to ya! Now Gunter with the disclaimer!

Gunter: Quack!

Uh... OK then, on to the story!

Finn walked through town, scratching his head in confusion. He didn't know if he even believed what the lady had told him, let alone where to start if she was telling the truth. He instead decided to head home. By the time he got there, it was still mid afternoon, so he decided to go out again. He walked for a good hour until he came to the spot he had been going to every day for the past three months, up until a week ago.

There, in a little valley, sat his and Flamer Princess's hideout, where they used to hang out. After they broke up, he would visit here every day, but she never showed up. This, time the place was warm.

"Is she..." He left the sentence hanging, hurrying forward in hope and excitement. When he reached the door, he pushed it open, and found Flame Princess staring at one of the pictures on the wall of them. She went to touch it, then pulled back, afraid of burning it. "FP!"

Her head whipped around to look at him, and for a second he saw a flash of happiness. Then it was replaced by a darker expression, and then and impassive mask.

"What's wrong?" Finn asked, concerned. He'd missed her alot lately.

"Finn, I have to tell you something." She paused, and the air in the small room grew thick with tension. "I'm moving away, to another kingdom, where I shall wed."

The thud was nearly audible as Finn's heart fell. He didn't think he could walk with that much weight in his foot. "To who?"

"It's an arranged marrage, to the Storm Prince. If I don't do this, they'll start a war with my people." There were little fire tears in her eyes.

"I- I can beat them up for you!" He said, refusing defeat.

Flame Princess floated up to him. "I'm sorry Finn, they're an entire country, and they are determined. They are notoriously stubborn, and fickle. I have to do this. I'll miss you." She leaned in and kissed him. His lips flashed with pain, but instead of pulling back, he wrapped his arm around her, it sizzling the entire way, and pulled her in closer. They stayed that way for a while, Finn's arm, chest, and lips burning from their touch, and Flame Princess getting hurt by Finn's flowing tears.

When they broke apart for the final time, Finn turned and walked out the door. He felt numb to the pain he felt, both emotional and physical from the many burns. He continued to walk until he found himself at the beach of the Endless Sea. He wondered about the prophecy as he stared at the waves. Shrugging it off as irrational and illogical, he got up and walked home.

Opening the door, Finn was tackled by a pink blur.

"Finn! There you are!" Princess Bubblegum released him from the death hug. "We have urgent business!" And with that she walked out the door he had just entered.

Finn sat there for a moment, then shrugged and followed her.

"What's up PB?" He asked, rushing to keep up with her brisk pace.

"Oh, it's terrible, Finn!" The sound of concern made him think of the fortune teller's prophecy.

"Oh, well if it's Ice King again, I can kick his buns for ya. No prob!" He put on a false bravado but he had a sinking feeling he knew what she was going to say next.

"I wish it were that simple, Finn, but it turns out a meteor is headed our way!"

He was about to freak out then paused. "What's a meteor?"

"A giant space rock hurtling towards us fast enough to destroy the entirety of Ooo, and possibly the planet."

It took a second for Finn's brain to comprehend that. "OH GLOB!" He ran back to his tree house.

"Finn, where are you going?" Princess Bubblegum yelled to him.

"I'm going to take care of the meat-eater. Tell everyone to not worry about me while I'm gone."

The last thing he heard her shout was, "It's called a meteor! Not meat-eater!"

Finn grabbed his favorite golden sword, even though it wasn't his best, he figured if he was going to die out there, it might as well be with HIS weapon, not his dad's. He grabbed two days clothes, a large bundle of trail rations, enough to last a week, and this square brightly colored object Marceline had given him. She called it a "Rubix Cube."

"The job is to get each side one full color." She had said. "It's a toy from before the Great Mushroom Wars. Used to be really popular." At first he though it was easy, but he soon realized it's difficulty. The main reason he tried so hard at it was Jake and PB got it nearly right off the bat. It could keep him from being bored for hours on end. He realized that was one of the last times he'd talked to Marceline. He'd miss her if he died.

Hell, he'd miss everyone: Jake, Marcy, PB, Peppermint Butler, even Ice King. And Flame Princess...

He shook himself, realizing he was thinking of her again. He had a mission at hand. Diving himself headfirst into his job, he double checked everything else he'd need.

"Backup hat? Check. Manbearpig Whistle? Check. Beemo? Che-?"

He almost didn't notice the slight change in hand writing on the list, and the small grey box in the backpack.

Lifting the computer boy, Finn said, "Beemo, you know you can't go on adventure's with me! Especially not one as dangerous as this!"

"But I want to! I never go anywhere!" Beemo squirmed in Finn's hands, then jumped out and landed on Finn's head. "I'm going with you!"

Finn plucked Beemo off his head and sat him on the ground. "No, Beemo!" He watched as Beemo walked away, looking dejected, and went down the ladder.

Satisfied, he went back to packing, and didn't notice a small grey blur making a running jump, and landing with a soft thud in the pile of extra clothes in the backpack.

Finn wrote up a short note to Jake saying he was leaving to find himself. From what the Fortune Lady had said, he wasn't completely lying. He didn't want Jake to worry about something beyond his control.

He slung his backpack onto his shoulders, then set off. It was a little heavier than he was used to. That combined with the lack of Jake's giant form to carry him made the journay seem incredibly longer.

The rowing was alot harder than Finn had anticipated. He was in a little rowboat Candy Butler lent to him a while back. He never did return it, which probably meant Candy Butler was yelling for Finn's flesh.

Wiping sweat from his brow, he continued the motion: back and forth, back and forth. Looking back, he saw the shoreline as a tiny dot from the past 10 minutes of his rowing. Looking forward he thought he saw another tiny dot, though he couldn't be sure.

He continued his rowing until he could make out what the shape was. It looked as though...

"Is that... is that Ooo?" He stopped his rowing, got up, and leaned forward for a better view. He saw what looked to be the map of Ooo. Looking back he saw no sign of the Ooo he had left.

He leaned forward a little more, than sat back down and redoubled his rowing. He arrived at the vertical map after a minute. It was at least as tall as the candy castle, and stretched for a while longer. He stood up from his boat. There he placed his hand on the map, but felt nothing but air. He pressed his hand through where he could see where his treehouse would be, then he lost his balance and fell forward, through the map.

Gravity seemed to disappear as he felt wind rushing past him. He turned around and saw a fast approaching ground.

"Oh Glob!" He yelled as he realized he was about to go splat on the ground. He pulled off his shirt and used it as a parachute, the way Jake used his skin at times. He felt his speed drop significantly, but his arms ached from the wind trying to blow the makeshift parachute from his hands.

He closed his eyes, consentrating fully on holding on. His arms were already tired from rowing, and he felt something in his arm give. He released his shirt in pain, and fell for a short second or two. He landed with a thud, and blacked out.

AN: Sorry for the excuse of why Finn and Flame Princess had to break up, but I promised this'll be done today. I had to hurry, and it's just a minor detail. Also, this one is twice as long as the last, as was requested. If you people have any requests, critisisms, or even just a "good job,bro", please leave a review. Seriously people, it's a writers energy source! We writers need it to LIVE! So for Glob's sake, just review... please.