A/N: Ok, first off, Goth-Girl-Surana, I feel like such an idiot! (Meaning, I found your stories.) You don't have to reply to my PM, and I'm sorry to waste your time with anything. Um, Lily, fear not, FP will find a good girlfriend! And gunner5boyd, I'm sticking to my promise (see "A/N" from last chapter). This is just an irrelevant (or is it?) chapter dedicated this time, to all the Fiona&Gumball fans. I know I've been mean to you lately by excluding the candy prince, so I thought I'd make it up to you. Enjoy!

Diclaimer: I don't own Adventure Time or Les Miserables (see title of chapter).

Chapter 13- Prince Gumball's Point of View

It's been such a long time since I've seen Fiona, I thought to myself as I turned off the lamp and climbed into bed. Maybe tomorrow I could pay her a visit. That would be nice, except Marshall Lee would probably be there. I sighed, like I'd done many times before ever since Fiona started dating Marshall. What did she see in that guy? Sure he was cunning, sly, and (expressed by peppermint maid) quite handsome. But Marshall wasn't a lover, he was a ruthless vampire that could sometimes be a good companion. His heart yearned for blood, not love.

But perhaps he had changed, I thought, contradicting myself. Oh, no. It was joining the conversation. The voice that wouldn't escape, the voice that served as his advisor.

Go to sleep, it pleaded. I want to show you something, and we must further discuss this.

No, I thought, silencing the woman for a moment. Although she could always read my thoughts, I had never been able to read her mind.

But that's a rather silly thought. We share the same mind, half and half. My half is just more powerful, she stated, and I felt myself smile, although it didn't belong to me.

It belonged to her.

This had started a few months ago; then I was working on a potion that would enable one candy person to perfectly duplicate themself. He tried it on himself, only to have it backfire, or so he thought. He had heard small whispers in the back of his mind, helping him make decisions, small ones, of course, but then the voice grew. She became the thing she is today. He had to share a mind with a woman with some dirty thoughts, as she would sometimes allow him to glimpse into "her half".

My thoughts aren't nearly as dirty as yours. Those fantasies with Fiona, is that her name? I hear you speak her name at night. It's adorable, she thought, making Gumball blush deeply. She laughed in his mind. Go to sleep, Gumball, dream about your adventurer, she cooed, which caused him to drift off to sleep, only to wake up a moment later.

"Where am I?" Gumball asked, viewing his surroundings. He was sitting on a fluffy cloud that stretched for miles, and there was nothing but a small sofa a few yards away. He stood up shakily, looking down to see he was dressed in nothing but pajama pants. He wrapped his arms around his chest. I could have sworn I put on a shirt before going to bed, I thought, making my way to the sofa.

"Gumball?" a familiar voice asked. I turned around to see Fiona staring at me, confusion in her eyes. A simple blue nightgown covered her, stopping at her mid-thigh. It took a lot of self-control to stare at just her face. She was beautiful, her hair flowing like golden silk to her knees.

"Fiona? How did you get here? Hell, how did I get here?" he asked, gesturing to the light pink landscape around them. Fiona looked around and shrugged her shoulders.

"Maybe we shouldn't ask how, but why?" she asked, stepping closer to me. I gulped, but I'd wanted this for so long, so I stepped closer, too. When we were inches apart, her hands rested on my bare shoulders, and she gazed up at me. I looked down into her eyes and wrapped my arms around her.

"Fiona, I need to tell you something," I said, and she shook her head. Her soft hands moved up to my cheeks.

"I know," she whispered, closing her eyes and kissing me. My heart sped up and a shiver ran down my spine. I kissed her back, which sent down another good shiver. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and my hands lowered to her hips. It was perfect, she was perfect, until I realized something.

It's only a dream.

"Ah!" a cry of pain escaped my lips as I fell to the ground on my knees. My head was pounding, like my brain was splitting in two. Fiona kneeled down, trying to help me, but as soon as I touched her she faded away. Instead, another girl appeared in her place, her eyes alert and confused.

She looked just like me, her pink hair flowing to her ankles, dark pink eyes. Her mouth was open like she might say something, but she never said a word. She wore a pink nightgown that flowed to her knees, intricate laces at the hemlines.

Slowly, the pain subsided, and I was able to sit up, leaning on the couch and panting. I watched the girl look at her hands like they were magic, as she rubbed her arms, then reached out a hand and touched my face. As her fingers traced my jaw line, a small smile manifested on her lips.

"Hey," she muttered, a tear rolling down her cheek. I tried to lift a hand, to say something, but my mind slipped out of consciousness.

I woke up the next morning with a small headache. I rubbed my eyes and sat up, but felt warmth on my left side. I turned my head to find her lying there next to me.

The girl from my dream.

A/N: I know what you're all thinking (not really). This is how I feel sometimes, like I'm sharing a mind with someone. Let's just hope they don't come out anytime soon.