So, this is a fiolee song fic. All copyrights to the song go to Sim Geritna for his wonderful work, and to Pendleton Ward and Natasha Aligheri for the wonderful world that they have created. I've also done a little artwork of my own reflecting a certain moment in this, but it shall remain in my personal files due to... certain circumstances. if you really want to see it, I'll send it to you somehow.

Also, thank you to The Madman001 and guest NightshadeRAQ for the first reviews! it's always wonderful to see. Please let me know if you see any big errors or anything, as I'm unfortunately having to rely of FF's spellchecker until I can get my old laptop back. Please enjoy your reading, and feel free to leave me a review or private message! I will get back to you, Promise!

"Marshall!" Fionna screamed as the vampire stole her favourite sword right out of her hands. He laughed and floated around the room, teasing her as she tried to jump at him and grab it. "Give that back! That's my favorite sword!"

"Oh? The mighty Fionna wants her sword? She should grab it while she can!" He called, eyes closed as he floated downwards from the ceiling. He loved teasing her about the smallest of things. It was what made her the angriest, and he had admitted to himself that he did find her kind of cute when she was mad. You know, for being human.

Before she had a chance to think her next move through, just jumped at him and threw him into one of the couches, grabbing her sword. Marshall met the wall with a heavy thud and groaned, rubbing the back of his head and fixing his hair. "Sheesh, strong enough? You didn't have to throw me..."

She wheezed and held the sword firm in her hand. Marshall put up both hands, pleading he was defenseless before she lunged at him playfully, but instead wound up tripping on one of BMO's controller cables. "Oof!"

"Fionna!" He cried, watching her roll over as she laughed. "Don't try to hurt yourself on my account. That's my job, isn't it?"

The girl chuckled as she brushed her bangs off to the side of her face and lowered the weapon before setting it back down on a table. "No. It's nobody's job but mine."

Marshall couldn't help but look around the small room, a small realization coming to him. "Cake's not here. usually she'd be trying to claw my face off by now."

A small chuckle escaped her lips as she turned back around to face the floating boy. "Yeah. She went over to Lord Monochromicorn's for a movie or something. She was being all mushy about it too. Bleck!" She mumbled, sticking her tongue out.

"What, you don't like movies?"

"I don't like gushy ones. They don't have enough action and stuff in them." She replied, grabbing her green backpack and putting it on before heading out the door. "We should go do something though. Know of anything fun?"

Marshall had to think for a moment. Last time he took Fionna out to a part, he got stabbed in the chest by an old spear. But he was able to pull a pretty good prank about it, even at the self-expense of being hurt by sunlight. He shrugged and morphed into his bat form. "Mmm.. There's a few if you wanna go, or we could just jam here or back at my place." He lowered a hand to her and helped the girl climb onto his back.

"How about we go jam? We haven't gone to do that for a long time." She said smiling down to him. Even if he couldn't see her smile, she knew he'd know.

"Cool." He replied, jumping into the cold night air and flying towards his home.

Having never sat directly on his couch, Marshall wasn't aware of how uncomfortable it was for his dear adventuring friend. He laughed at the initial discomfort sure, but he felt bad at the same time. He would need to go shopping for some new furniture for the next time she came over. For the time being, however, he had grabbed a few pillows from his bedroom and gave them to her in place of proper cushions.

The movie was good, both funny and dramatic. As far as they both understood, it was about a whole bunch of people who lived and worked inside of a video game console, but had to figure out how to fix some things and save all the games from being destroyed. they both enjoyed it up to the ending.

"Well that was entertaining." Marshall commented, smiling at a slightly unhappy human girl. "What, what's wrong?"

She stuck her tongue out. "Too mushy of an ending. They didn't have to throw all the kissing and junk in there." She crossed her arms and shifted on the pillow cushion, sulking a little. "Why did we watch such a mushy movie?"

Marshall sighed, feeling slightly upset until he noticed she was blushing a little. He stood and fixed his clothing, then held a hand out to her. "C'mon, let's jam for a bit. It's not midnight yet, and Cake's still probably not home." He told her as she stood. She faintly blushed again, and he chuckled.

She followed him up to his room and took her place at the keyboard he kept for whenever he got bored. He grabbed his guitar and strummed a basic note, then began to start up a rhythm while he Fionna tried to match the sound. She swore she could've started singing, but no words were coming to her mind. Marshall kept his eyes closed as they played, and he began to hum.

"You know..." Fionna mumbled as she played, "You should play that new song Cake and I heard you working on. It sounded so math the other day."

Hesitant, Marshall floated around the room backwards. "I dunno, Fi. It's not very good and I haven't been working on it a lot. What I have, it's kind of personal right now..." He grumbled, keeping his gaze on his guitar as he plucked a few strings.

"Oh... Well ok. Sorry." SHe apologized, taking her hands off the keyboard, turning away from the keyboard to face him. "You ok Marshall?" She asked, her head and hair moving to the right.

"I'm fine. But it's late for you, Fi. Let me give you a lift home, ok?" He offered, setting his guitar down and heading downstairs.

"Uh... Sure, I guess..." She said sullenly, following him downstairs and outside as Marshall morphed into his bat form and picked the girl up, and hoisted her onto his back, flying toward the tree house.

You don't care about me, you only tolerate me because she thinks you should give me a change... You think I'm childish and cruel and maybe a bit of a fool... You think I'm a tool? Oooh...