AUTHOR'S NOTE: Wheeee! Three chapters in one night! My back is gonna kill me tomorrow, because the chair for my brother's computer chair has a crappy back, but I'm having fun and making you guys happy, so I'm doing it for both of our sakes. That means you. Yes, you, reading this on your computer, or phone, or laptop, or whatever it is you use!

Well... another reason I'm doing this is because I don't wanna get kidnapped again... something about Marcy giving me a death threat that if she ever needs to scare me about the story again,it ain't gonna be pretty...

Fionna's P.O.V.

My head swam for a moment. I blinked, dazed, before a crystalline smash rang through my ears. I looked up from the ground where Lady Elizabeth had shoved me after hitting me, and saw a scene that just didn't add up.

Blue crystal shards tinkled to the ground around Elizabeth, who was slumped in a heap on the ground, and P.G. had a deathgrip on a pair of legs that appeared to be suspiciously alike to those on the now-missing blue glass table. His fingers were white, and he was frozen, a statue amongst tiny, ringing sapphire flecks.

"P... Peeg?" I said uncertainly.

He gave a start, sending blue shards cascading off of his shoulders. "Fionna! Are you okay?" He ran over and skidded next to me on his knees. "She didn't hurt you, did she?" He put a hand on my arm as I winced at the venom in his voice regarding his mother.

"No, I'm fine." I paused, peering at him. "What the hecks just happened, though?"

"I... snapped, I guess." He looked a little surprised at himself. "18 and a half years of her... tyranny, and I'm just over it. Her... attacking you was the last straw in my patience for her."

"Um... P.G., you know you can let go of the table legs now?"

"Oh! Right..." He tossed them away, blushing. They bounced off the back on Elizabeth' head, and he winced slightly.

"She's a lot stronger than I would've thought." I said, rubbing my head where it'd bounced against the floor, my cheek still smarting.

"Of course. How do you think she keeps Dad in line?"

I had no response to that.

He held out a hand to help me up. I waved him away, bracing myself on a couch arm to get up. We walked out of the room, not speaking until we were a good way down the hallway.

"By the way, Fionna, I need to talk to you about something." He looked at me.

"Er... yeah, what?" I replied.

"Have you talked to Marshall Lee lately?" He asked.

I tensed. "Oh, uh, yeah, we were talking earlier..." I said vaguely.

"Really?" He mused. "It looked more like a shooting gallery to me."

I winced. "You saw that, huh?"

"Yep, I did, Bella." He looked at me coldly.

I flinched a little, backing into a wall. "I... but, but I... I... didn't..." I stumbled over excuses as they flew to my lips.

"If you weren't interested, you could have at least let him down gently. You stabbed him from every which way."

I cowered slightly, pressing my back to the wall. "I... didn't mean to... I mean, I a-am so sorry, but I... I r-really-"

"Save it." He shook his head, looking at me disappointedly. "I would've thought that the most righteous, kind-hearted heroine in Aaa would at least know something as simple as apologising to someone she's hurt."

I swallowed. "Gumball, I'm not good with the touchy-feely romance stuff. You're used to dealing with any problems in your kingdom, whether you want t be a prince or not. You deal with all these big balls, and gigantic galas, you're good with people. And you sure as heck know Marshall better than me. What do I do?" I asked pleadingly.

He looked me in the eye. "Go talk to him. Apologise for what you said."

"But... he's so... jokey. He never takes anything seriously."

"He takes you very seriously, even if he's a dumbass when it comes to showing it."

My mouth was dry. "But... how am I... what am I supposed to..."

"Hang out with him a little more. He's actually a very deep guy once you get to know him, trust me."

I blinked, staring at my feet and chewing on my hair. "Okay, Peeg. I'll go talk to him." I promised.