That night, I was so tired, I didn't want to go all the way home. We had already collected all the easy ingredients- leaves from certain trees, Gumball's 80's music and Marshall said his music was where he left it- in his house. It hadn't been lent out or whatever. I must have mentioned how tired I was, because he said, "Why don't you crash at my place? You take the bed, I'll take the couch."

Here's the thing about Marshall- sometimes, when he's sleeping really deeply, (like when I tried to get him to watch 'The Notebook' with me, which was very sad but also kind of boring because there was no action besides two or three scenes) he stops floating. So then, my tired self suggested we both sleep in his bed, no weird stuff, just as friends.

He shot me a really weird look, but agreed and lent me one of his really old t-shirts to wear to sleep. So that's how, the next morning, when I tried to get up, something was anchored around my waist. Any idiot could see that Marshall's arms were encircling my waist- and pinning me to the bed. Beside me, he was snoring away- and my theory was proven correct, that he was sleeping deeply enough to be not floating anymore.

I struggled to move his arms, but he just murmured something and pulled me closer. Okaaay then. So, I could just lie here (for the rest of the day...) or wait for someone to wake him up. (What? I tried. Several times. He wouldn't budge, and he wouldn't wake up.) Basically, they're the same thing.

Suddenly, the door opened. Yes! I was saved! It was Marceline- she took one look at us and said, "Well, what have we here?" Instantly, Marshall woke up. And saw Marceline. Next thing I know, he's halfway across the room gathering up his clothes and talking quickly, before he shot a glare at Marceline and disappeared into the bathroom to change.

"How did you do that?" I asked.

"What, that? I've been training him for years to wake up when he hears me say it. I'm only a year older than him- so even when we were kids, I was jumping up and down on him to wake him up." Marceline said like it was easier than A-B-C.

"Well, thanks for saving me."

She laughed. "He has have-to-hug-something-while-I'm-sleeping-itis. You were the closest thing- plus, you're warm-blooded and therefore fairly warm. So, tell me, why were you two sleeping in the same bed?"

"We're just friends."

"Friends who sleep in the same bed. You know, friendship must have changed a lot in the thousand plus years I've been around."

"Again, we're just friends."

"You're blushing!" She said in a sing-song voice.

She was right- I could feel my cheeks burning. "Am I? I didn't notice."

"Right. Just like you didn't notice he was pinning you down by having his arms around your waist."

"Marceline- there was no weird stuff. I knew he'd stop floating if he was tired enough, and I didn't want him on his couch when that happened! ... wait a second. Can he hear us?"

"Lemme check. Marshall, hurry up." She said it in the same tone and volume. Nothing.

"MARSHALL, HURRY UP!" She yelled.

"USE THE DOWNSTAIRS BATHROOM IF YOU"RE IN SUCH A HURRY!" He yelled back.

"Yeah. He can't hear us right now." She said to me.

"Are you sure...? Because there's the whole vampire superhearing thing..."

"I'm sure. He would've answered me before." She said, sounding fairly certain.

"...So..."

"So you and my brother."

"What?! No! Maybe. I don't know..."

"Uh-huh. Here's a funny fact about vampires. We don't fall in love that easily. There's first love, and then there's true love. That's it for us."

"L-Love? Who said anything about-?"

"Kid, I've been around for 1,003 years. I think I know love when I see it. Marshall and I have both used up the first one on a jerk and a bit... on another jerk, but this time a girl-jerk."

"Okay..."

"...oh, you don't...? Look, I'm careful because I know I only have one more time to fall in love. Marshall... he's the exact opposite. He keeps throwing his heart around, and one day, its going to get him in trouble. A lot of trouble."

It was then that Marshall came out of the bathroom, clothes changed and hair wet. "What, talking about me behind my back, Marcy? Why're you here, anyway?"

"Well, I figured you wouldn't want your only sister to starve to death."

"You could have knocked."

"I did. Has no one ever told you you're dead to the world when you're that deep asleep? It might interest you to know Fionna was already awake long before you. But she couldn't move because of your have-to-hug-something-while-I'm-sleeping-itis and the fact that whenever she tried to escape or wake you up, nothing happened."

"Marceline!" I hissed.

"What? It's true. I saw you struggling then just lying there, waiting, when I came in."

I sighed, and picked up my clothes, before going into the bathroom to change. When I came out of the minty smelling bathroom, Marceline was gone and Marshall was in the kitchen, making the strawberry shakes. It was good, but he made a face and said, "Okay, Fi, you make these next time. I think I put way too much sugar in this."

"Sugar's okay."

"Not when you're a vampire."

"You threatened to suck Gumball dry of all his sugar."

"It was pink sugar, one, and two, there's a difference between threatening, and doing."

"You seemed pretty mad."

He sighed. "I know. And I was going to do it too. But next time I make these, I want some strawberry shake with my sugar."

I laughed, and he grinned. "Marshall, the shakes are fine."

"Okay. Next time, you make me one of your strawberry shakes, and I'll just hand you the sugar jar."

I laughed again. "Fine- I'll get you the recipe."

"No, I have a better idea. You can just live here, and make me strawberry shakes every day."

"Marshall!" I laughed.

"Fi, I'm serious! You can just stay here with me everyday, and we'll live off strawberry shakes."

"You can't just live off strawberry shakes!"

"Fine. Apple, raspberry, and whatever red fruit we can find shakes, okay?"

"What about Cake?"

"What about her? She can have shakes too."

"Marshall, you know what I mean! And we have to go find the stuff now, remember?"

"Okay, okay, but think about it, Fi. Just the two of us, drinking your fruit shakes every day!"

"Marshall- are you seriously only valuing me for my strawberry shakes here?" We grinned at each other.

"Noooo. I'm not saying that at all, Fi. You're also very huggable." I hit him on his shoulder, and he laughed. "C'mon, let's go get the stuff." He said. He put his sungear on faster than I'd ever seen him, and practically pulled me out the door. Okay, the first blood we had to get...

First of all, I'm not quite comfortable with the whole blood thing. But the list read:

- 1 tablespoon, Abadeer, Marceline

- 1 teaspoon, The Human, Finn

- 1 tablespoon, The Cat, Cake

- 1 tablespoon, Treetrunks (m)

- 1 vial, The Penguin, Gunter (one of)

- 1 tablespoon, Petrikov, Simon

- 1 teaspoon, Ceinlys, Bonnibel

- 1 vial, The Hero, Billy

- 1 tablespoon, Lincoln, Abraham

- 1 teaspoon, McAllister, Olivia

And to save everybody and stuff, I had to collect the blood. And Marshall had to help. Yes, some of the people were well known (like Cake and Treetrunks) and might give us their blood, but Finn wouldn't because we're total strangers, and some of these people I had no idea who they were, and were even more of strangers.

I handed Marshall the list bleakly. He scanned it quickly. "Well, at least we know who some of them are. Marceline might know the rest. Abraham Lincoln I do know, but... he's on Mars."

I sighed. "At least its not Mary-Todd Lincoln. I don't think she likes me too much, and... she sort of... sacrificed herself to save Cake. She is dead now."

Marshall let out a low whistle. "We're going to need something to hold all this blood. A lot of somethings."

I snapped my fingers. "Gumball."

"What about 'im?"

"Hasn't he ever given you some of those test tube vials?"

"Eh... okay. But they're mainly broken."

I shrugged. "Cake is a neat freak. So... quick stop at my house?"

He nodded. "And grab your toothbrush." So, after a quick stop (thank Glob everyone was out and BMO was asleep) we had a lot of tablespoons, teaspoons, and test tube vials.

"Okay... Marceline. Where'd she go?"

"Let's hope not back to the Nightosphere."

"Does she hate it as much as you?"

"Yeah."

"Then she's at the Candy Castle right now."

"Um, what?"

"I'm going to assume the kid, the dog and Cake are with Gumball. Marceline is probably staying at the treehouse, because she only appeared at your house a while ago. Since its empty, she's probably with them." Marshall spun me around.

"What the-? Marshall, what are you doing?"

"I'm checking for the voicebox from Gumball."

"Marshall Lee Abadeer!"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. It's just that it sounded way too logical for something you just figured out."

"Marshall!"

"Again, sorry."

It continued like that all the way to the Candy Castle. Like I said, Marceline was with Cake, Finn and Jake.

"Um, guys...? You say it Marshall. It will sound weird if I say it."

"Me? It'll sound weird if you say it? Fi, it'll sound like I'm back in the frenzy and have a creepy solution!"

"What are you two talking about?" Cake asked, annoyed.

"We need your blood, Finn's blood, and Marceline's blood for Gumball for it to stop raining blood." I said sheepishly.

There was a silence. They were all staring at me.

"See? I told you it would sound worse if I said it." Marshall said brightly.

"How much?" Marceline asked. I consulted the list.

"Uh... a tablespoon each of yours and Cake's, and only a teaspoon of Finn's." I said.

"I don't trust this." Cake muttered, crossing her arms.

"Why? It's Gumball's idea!" I said, throwing up my hands.

"I get it." Marshall muttered, crossing his own arms. "It's because of that stupid frenzy. Like I said, she thinks I'm going to drink it."

"No, it's because I don't trust Fionna around sharp objects!" Cake protested.

"She handles a sword every day, right?" Finn said.

"Uh huh. But have you ever seen her with a kitchen knife?  There's a reason I do all the cooking. And where are you going to clean it?"

Marceline rollled her eyes. "Well, I'm not going to have that problem. Tablespoon, please."

I dug one out of my pack and handed it to her. She scratched her finger along her fang, and filled up the teaspoon. Marshall took it, grimacing, and poured it into a vial which I then marked. Marceline's finger healed almost instantly. "Oh, by the way, do you know any of these people...?" I asked, handing her the list.

"Mm. I know a lot of 'em. I know everyone but this 'Olivia'. Never heard of her. Most of them are in Ooo." Marshall and I looked at each other. "Road trip?" I asked hopefully.

He rolled his eyes. "You are so lucky I can fly. And we're bringing strawberries and a blender for sure."

Cake shot him a weird look, but scratched herself and filled up another tablespoon, which was soon put in another vial which was then marked.

Unlike Marceline, she didn't heal instantly, so I bandaged her paw myself. I then handled Finn's blood myself, while Marshall waited from a safe distance. Marceline admitted Finn had never bled in front of her before, but she scoffed when Marshall tried to drag her back to a safe distance. "I do have some self-control and we're not in an actual rain of blood."

Marshall rolled his eyes and muttered something, but Marceline was the only one who heard him. Finn got out his own sword and cut his hand. I got a teaspoon then bandaged his hands quickly, but carefully. I corked the vial, then marked it. That's three down, seven to go. Let's go get Treetrunks.

Marceline told us that Simon is the Ice King (okay...) and he and/or the Ice Queen might know who Olivia is. Great. Hopefully, she's in Aaa. Finn wanted to come with us but Jake stopped him and whispered something to him that sounded sort of like he said... 'tier 15'? What? But then Finn started staring at me and basically unnerving me.

Finally, we got to Treetrunks'. But then we found out he was out with Ms. Pig. "Well, we could wait until they get through with Tier 15, or we could swing by on our way back." Marshall told me. "What's tier 15?" I asked, curious. Marshall sort of blushed and then got really quiet, and changed the subject whenever I asked about it. Well, okay then.

"Trust me. Cake would kill me if I told you about it." He told me. Okay...

"Ice Queen next?" I asked him, finally getting off the topic of tier 15.

He shuddered. "From what I know about her -as the Ice Queen, not as Betty, who she used to be- if she found someone who is actually okay with the kidnapping and the dungeon and stuff because he does it himself, that would be an excellent way to teach you about tier 15."

"So let's go."

"No no no no. That's even worse. Because you'll be witnessing tier 15. And I, myself, really don't want to see it."

"So what do we do?" I asked.

He sighed. "Fine. Fine. But if-" He suddenly disappeared. Oh no. Not again. I watched men come raining down. Again. I don't know why, but Gumball, Marshall and Flame Prince keep raininng down near me. I handed Gumball the vials of blood we had collected, and we walked off happily. Then Marshall got the tissues shoved in his nose again (sorry, Marshy, but when you're frenzied, you sort of scare me.)

It was easier in the Ice Kingdom, but I could still tell he was fighting the frenzy. He seemed visibly relieved when the Ice King and Queen were playing chess. "That's tier 15?" I asked Marshall quietly as he took the tissue out of his nose.

"What? No, Fi. Trust me. You'd know it when you see it." I looked at him for a minute, expecting more, but apparently he was not going to tell me anything.

"Um, excuse me? Mr. Ice King? Can we have some of your blood?" He and the Ice Queen looked sort of weird. Her hair looked like it was getting redder by the minute, and her skin seemed to be getting pinker, as well as his hair getting darker and his skin turning more tan. "Usually you have to volunteer for a blood drive." He joked.

"Simon!" Ice Queen said, laughing playfully. Marshall was just staring at them, wide-eyed.

"I have got to tell Marcy." He whispered. I was more messed up over the fact that they were acting, at that moment, just like... me and Marshall. "We need some of your blood... Mr. Ice King... to make it stop raining blood." I said.

"What happened to Marcy?" He asked, completely focusing on that.

"She went to Dad, and grew up into the most annoying person ever with this little wake-up call thing she does whenever she comes over." Marshall huffed.

"What do you mean?" The Ice Queen asked.

"He means she's his older sister." I said hurriedly. "She's... I don't know. Marshall, do you think she's still in the Candy Castle?"

"No way. She's in my house by now." He grumbled. I don't know what it is with siblings- do they hate each other or love each other? Simon seemed visibly relieved to hear this, and handed over his blood willingly. But as the first drop welled up, Marshall flew across the room, hands over his mouth and nose. "It's at least half human." He said, muffled.

The Ice King (Simon?) nodded, sighing. "That dockworker must not have lied to Betty. When the crowns were brought together... we started to become human. Most likely we'll keep our immortality and magic because our systems have become so flushed through with them it would just turn us inside out without them, and that would have happened by now."

"Simon, you're scaring them!" The Ice Queen scolded. I blinked. "We literally came here to collect some of your blood for unknown purposes, and we're scared of you?"

"See Betty? I'm not scaring them- and the kid makes a point. What will they do with my blood? Huh?"

"We're handing it over to Gumwad so that it stops raining blood, and I don't kill anyone." Marshall said darkly from the far wall. By now, I was bandaging Simon's hand.

"Thank you, Mr. Ice King. C'mon, Marshall. We got a lot of work to do."

"Strawberry shakes first?" He asked hopefully.

I sighed. "Only if you're willing to share the strawberries. I'm not going to use their electricity and then just leave them with nothing but a bandaged hand."

Marshall thought for a moment, before finally nodding.

The Ice Queen pointed me towards the kitchen, and I plugged in the blender and added enough strawberries for four people. "These are very good." Simon said.

"I know right?" Marshall said, beaming at him. You'd think he made them.

"More sugar?" The Ice Queen asked calmly. Marshall and Simon stared at her.

"Want some strawberry shake with your sugar?" Simon asked.

Marshall gave him a good, long look. "I said almost the exact same thing this morning. Which is why Fi is making the shakes rather than me."

"They're good. I just really like sugar." Ice Queen said.

"Which explains Gumwad." Marshall said, glaring at her.

"Hey, you were the one who -so you say- was going to suck him dry yesterday." I pointed out.

"Fi...?" Marshall asked.

"Mm?"

"We have to go right now, before you fall asleep again and then we're all stuck in Groundhog Day."

"Movie reference. Nice." Simon said. The guys high-fived.

"I feel clairvoyant." I muttered. Ice Queen looked at me, then back at the guys, and then back at me.

"You know... history repeats itself a lot. Like, Romeo and Juliet, then the Hatfields and the McCoys."

"Romeo and Juliet didn't exist!" Simon protested.

"Then someone before them. Like some Greek kid and Roman soldier dude. Whatever. You get the idea. Forbidden love happened once. And then it happened again. And it'll happen again and again and again-" Ice Queen tried to say, before Simon cut her off.

"That's because people don't learn!"

"No, it's because its a compelling storyline! What- is Iron Man 3 a compelling storyline to you or something?!"

"What's-" I tried to say.

"Betty, this isn't about Iron Man 3. This is about the fact that the Hatfields and the McCoys don't learn from past mistakes!" Simon said. Marshall also tried to say something, but he was cut off too.

"Oh, right, Simon. Because backwater hicks from over a thousand and two hundred years ago loved English literature!" Betty said, throwing her hands up in the air.

"It's not that, Betty! It's the fact that they knew the conflict existed! And anyway, what about any other Shakespearean plays?! Edgar Allen Poe? Go ahead, Betty! Tell me how 'real life' is the same thing as literature!"

"Oh, this is why we didn't get married!"

"What?!" Simon yelled.

"It's because you're so condescending! And then you can't even make up your mind about some stupid thing- like marriage!"

"Betty, have you put the stupid crown back on?! That's so-"

"No, Simon. That's you being condescending again! And I am so sick and tired of it!" Betty yelled.

"Well, it didn't seem to matter to you a thousand years ago!"

"Oh, you mean when I didn't have standards?! And by the way Simon, what kind of example are we setting for these kids?! I was just trying to make the point that history repeats itself, but no. Mr. Condescending can't bear that fact!" Betty yelled.

"You always take everything the wrong way, Betty! Maybe I just didn't want to be married to a crazy person!" Simon shouted back.

"Oh, really, Simon, really?! Who got the stupid crown first and then who tried to cure them- first through therapy, then actually going to Scandinavia and tracking down one person working on the docks?! Who, Simon, who?!"

"Fine! Pull that out against me!" Simon yelled.

"No! I stuck by you- whatever you thought! I spent years looking for you- Marshall can back me up on that! But you know what?! Olivia was right about you!" That was what I seized.

"Olivia? Who is Olivia?" I asked.

"She was my best friend- Olivia Jeanne McAllister. Her twin brother, Laurence, was friends with Simon. But at least Laurence was a gentleman!"

Marshall and I were mostly just watching this wide-eyed. Ice Queen is not supposed to fight anyone but me- or at least, that's how it used to be.

Okay- so Ice Queen knows Olivia. How do we get to her? Ice Queen and Simon were still fighting. Gone was the creepy old man from a few days ago- this guy was... yeah.

"I can't believe you're pulling out the old 'dating Laurence' thing against me!" Simon exploded.

"Thank God," doesn't she mean Glob? "for Fionna! She's the one who re-opened my eyes to your condescention and how much I hate you! I was so blinded by happiness that I'd finally found you that I forgot what a huge jerk you are! It's because of you, I lost a young kid who was then all on his own!"

"I'm fine, thanks for asking." Marshall murmured.

"Oh, come on, Betty! You spent most of the last few years fighting her- and she mostly won!"

"It's better than you, Simon! At least I wasn't beaten every single time by a kid who is in his early teens?! How long has that been going on, Simon?! And anyway, Fionna fought every single time for the right morals! Finn just assumed every single thing you did was bad- which, it actually was!" Betty yelled back.

"She's about to throw stuff." Marshall muttered to me.

"Okay, Betty, okay. Let's trot out every bad thing you've done in the last thousand years! Sure, you took care of the kid, but then you lost him! At least Marceline... oh god. I don't even remember how Marceline and I split up." He put his head in his hands, clearly pained by this.

Ice Queen came back over and rubbed his back. "It's okay, Simon. Marceline's okay, Marshall's okay, everyone's okay now. Even us."

Simon looked up at her. "That's why I love you, Betty."

She smiled back. "And your human side is why I love you. Its something you could never truly lose, Simon. Even as the Ice King, you never lost it. It was just poorly buried."

Marshall and I stared back at them. "What... Just... Happened?" I asked Marshall.

He looked away from Simon and Betty, and looked me right in the eyes. "Love always wins over hate. No matter how much Simon and betty fight, they always fall back in love by the end of the day. That's the beauty of their relationship. Of course, that beauty is about to turn into tier 15, so let's get out of here, Fi."

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Well, that was fun to write. A little weird, but fun. By the way, I kept the first part in my mind for over twelve plus HOURS! Yeah. I didn't mean to make this whole Simon-and-Betty/Marshall-and-Fionna comparison, but now, there is no way I'm changing that! And no, I don't think Marshall -or Simon- is condescending. But I needed for Betty to say something to Simon.

And yes, Laurence and Olivia from the Kronos Stone are back. Prepare for nicknames and jokes no one in the story but Laurence, Simon and Betty will get- if I put Olivia in early and then Fionna and Marshall figure it all out and yada yada yada. They probably will. Don't know what's up with Gumball.

He's just like- super smart. I also don't know why he didn't tell them they needed the Lich Queen's blood or just put that on the list but hey. Gumball is specific, and he dislikes Marshall almost maliciously in my stories.

Oh, god. The romance. Yeah. History repeats itself, and stuff... but this story will probably not be as liked as the Kronos Stone, not to mention the darker undertone of this story. Sorry.