AN:

I would like to clarify a point that was brought up by DinoGuy2000. Inter-Dimensional Creation Theory has no basis in real life as far as I'm aware. It's just something I came up with on the spot.

DISCLAIMER: What do I own? Absolutely nothing.

Fionna's POV

Mornings weren't my thing, but waking up on Marshall Lee's chest was as comfy as it was awkward. The Lord of the Dead was still in his dream world, his arm thrown across his face and his mouth hanging open just a little. Aw, such a cute little demon, I thought impishly to myself. He'd probably rip my throat out if I ever said that out loud.

Finn or Jake had been chill enough to close the curtains so Marshall wouldn't disintegrate (having Marceline around, they probably knew all about vampire-proofing the place) so I left him safely on the couch. I followed the thing that had woken me from my slumber: the smell of breakfast. I found Jake in the kitchen frying bacon.

"Oh, hey, Fionna!" he greeted me. "Finn and I already ate dinner, but I thought you guys might want morning type food, since you're just getting up."

"That's cool. Thanks, Jake." I felt a pang of longing for my magical cat friend. They way Jake seemed to take care of other people reminded me of the way Cake was always looking out for me. I slid into the bench behind the table and stared blankly at the wall.

Marshall floated in, stretching lazily, just as Jake was flipping the bacon onto plates. He drifted into the seat to my left, kicking his feet up onto the table and putting his arm around the back of the bench behind me. Jake didn't react at all to my vampire's table manners, or lack thereof. I hadn't met anyone else who would put up with Marshall yet, so it was refreshing. Something I wasn't going to take for granted out of this insane trip to Ooo would be the novelty of having other

s around who were unaffected by the antics of the undead. The Vampire King grabbed a strip off the plate, drained the color, and handed me the rest. It tasted a little blander than it may have with the red, but I could tell Jake was an amazing chef.

"So, what's on the agenda today? Do we get to go back home?" I asked the yellow dog.

"Well, PB said we should meet back at the castle once the sun goes down." He glanced out the window. The sun was on its way behind the hills and its rays stretched across the floor like hungry claws grappling toward the demon at my side.

"We should get going once you finish eating, Fionna." Marshall commented absently, strumming out the melody he had been working on last night on his guitar. "Hey Puppy, do you have an umbrella I could use or something? I'd rather not crumble into a pile of ashes on the way if we can avoid it."

Jake chuckled. "Naw, dude, you can just walk under me. You don't need some girly parasol around here."

Finn burst in at that moment. "JAKEJAKEJAKE!" he shouted, grabbing his brother's face. "We have to go! Now! Marceline's messing with the dimensionportalthing!"

"Time to go, kids!" Jake shouted. The next thing I knew, a giant yellow fist had closed around Marshall and me and pulled us out the window. Then I was riding on the dog's back between the vampire and the dude-me. A giant umbrella replaced Jake's tail to shield Marshall from the sun as we took off at the speed of magic dog toward the Candy Kingdom.

Sooner than I would have expected, we burst into the laboratory.

"Peebs, what's the stat?" Finn demanded, sliding off Jake's back. Marshall and I were dumped on the ground.

Bubblegum was at a control panel, hands jumping across the keys like she was really just hitting random buttons, but her the concentrated look on her face made me think there might be a method to the madness… or vice versa.

"Marceline crossed the rift," she answered through gritted teeth. "I don't know what she's planning, but we can't follow her without risking the collapse of the bridge."

I jumped forward. "You mean she could be destroying Aaa?" I demanded.

"Again, I don't know what she wants with your dimension. I've known Marceline a long time and I don't think she would do anything too extreme, but I still don't trust her. I'm trying to get a confirmation on her location, but the science isn't exact."

"It wouldn't have to be exact if you would let me go through and find her!"

"I cannot let you do that!" Her hands froze on the controls and her eyes bore into mine with an intensity that didn't look natural in a face so pink and sweet.

"Well you didn't let Marceline, and she went through anyway! I don't exactly need your permission."

"You do need a demon's permission though."

Desperate, I spun to face Marshall. He shook his head slowly. "Fionna, Marceline's not going to trash anything."

"What makes you so sure?" I demanded.

He grimaced. "I… I know myself better than that, okay? Please just trust me on this."

That made me pause for a moment. I must really be freaking out if Marshall was being this sincere. We generally avoided topics like trust, purely out of respect for the principles of our relationship. I took a deep breath.

"Look, I'm not joking around. Marshall, I can't do this on my own! I need to get back home. Please! What about Cake? Or Gumball?"

He threw his head back and laughed. Cold Marshall was back, but not it a good way. His voice dripped with a seething anger when he spoke. "I get it if you want to rescue your kitty cat, but you honestly believe I would risk getting stuck in dimensional limbo to save your precious little prince? Forget it!"

That hurt like he had swung at me with his axe-guitar. Why was he always like this about Gumball? He knew what the prince was to me, yet he only used that knowledge against me! How selfish did he have to be to use something like Gumball's life to shut me down? I could feel the tears welling up, and for a moment I couldn't see.

A moment later I realized that my blindness had nothing to do with my anger or pain. I spun and found myself face to face with the Vampire Queen, and struggling in her grasp was…

"GUMBALL!" I threw myself at him, sobbing into his collar with relief. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Marshall leave the room. The doors slammed behind him with a bitter thud.

AN:

Whose POV should I write next: Marceline, Marshall Lee, or Gumball? I can't decide… so let me know your thoughts, please! All of them will be covered in the next three chapters, but I need to decide on which to write first.

Is it just me, or do you guys hear the characters' voices from the shows in your heads when you read/write Adventure Time fan fics? ;P

-Dawn