AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yes, I am a Fiolee shipper. I am also a Fubblegum and (Obviously) Gumceline shipper. Don't like it, don't put hateful comments on my story, go read someone else's.

Chapter Sixteen

Fionna's P.O.V.

After P.G. …flew down the hallway, Marshall floated over to me and smiled sweetly. "Call it revenge for kicking me." He hissed

I barely had time to process what he'd said before he snatched my bunny hat right off of my head and floated upwards with it.

"Hey!" I squeaked. "Marshall, stop it! It's not funny!"

"It is from here!" He replied, putting it on, deliberatly crooking a bunny ear on it as I glared at him. He started to float away, but I grabbed a nearby curtain, quickly tied it into a loop and lassoed Marshall.

I dragged him back to me. I held out my hand. "Dude. Give me my bunny hat. Or die." I said in a low voice.

He poked it into his sleeve with an expression of wide-eyed innocence. "What hat?"

I grabbed his bass off his back and mimicked him. "What guitar?" I said sweetly, holding it behind my back with one hand, keeping a hold on him with the other.

"Cut me lose and I'll give it back. Just gimmie my bass, deal?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Deal." I pulled my sword and sliced neatly through the curtains. He fastned my hat back on my head.

I glanced between him and the bass. I made my decision. With my bunny ears securely on ym head, one hand clasping the button at my chin, I took off down the hallway, pulling the bass after me, giggling.

"Hey! Fionna, stop! It's not funny!" He complained, zipping after me.

"It is from here!" I retorted as I swung around the corner. I dived in through the first door I saw, which happened to be Princess Bubblegum's lab.

I threw myself over a table just before Marshall poked his head in. "Hey, is Fionna in here?" He asked P.B.

I signalled frantically to her. Do not tell him I'm here, pleasepleasepleaseplease.

She shrugged. "Sorry. I haven't seen her. If you'll excuse me, I was on my way out." She stepped around him and out of the room.

Marshall walked in a few paces and glanced around. I held my breath. He walked over to the table I was hiding behind and turned invisible. I cursed under my breath, thinking he could look around without me noticing him.

He reappeared right in front of me. "Sup?" He hissed.

I gave a little scream. "Gah!" I yelped as I jumped back in fright, my head brushing the underside of the table.

"Bass." He held out his hand. "Give it."

I clutched it to my chest. "My bass."

He grabbed one of my bunny ears. "My hat." He countered.

"Looks like we're at a standoff." I said wearily.

He shrugged. "I can change that."

"How?" I wondered out loud.

Marshall leaned in close, a serious look on his face as he looked into my eyes.

Then, I think my brain fried. I can't really remember what I was thinking, but I remember my face was bright red.

After he broke off the kiss, he slid the guitar out of my grip and dropped my hat in my lap. "Fair deal, right?"

He floated away, leaving me stunned as my fingers brushed my lips. 'Did that really just happen?'