Title: What I'd Do For You

Chapter: 1

Series: Adventure Time

Pairing: Marcy x Bubblegum

I shivered in the cold, dampness of the night. She held me close. Our relationship had always been rocky but, I'd never admit it, I felt when I was with her. She could understand me clearly as I could understand her. And now look at us. All alone in a crumby cabin. The roof leaked. The floors creaked. There was no light. And the only way to keep warm was to hold someone close.

'Where on Ooo are we?' I thought. My eyes almost closed by a daze, I nuzzled my head on her shoulder. Marceline the Vampire Queen. I'd be lying if I said she wasn't simply gorgeous. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't jealous of her. She knew everything. She was the kind of girl that could play it cool even when nothing's going her way. I don't think I ever met anyone that couldn't get along with her. Finn describes her best with one word, 'aweeeesooooome'.

She was indeed awesome. Her hair flawless, soft to the touch. Mine was sticky but what could expect from bubblegum? It tastes delicious but you can't run your fingers through it. I just adore her long, silky, jet black locks. My hair could never be this regal.

"Something wrong, Bonnibell?" The vampire Queen asked jokingly, "You aren't normally that quiet."

"Just thinking." I blushed. We were in an awkward, more or less sticky situation.

"Come on, tell me" She poked me with her tongue, "Bonnibell, you taste delicious!" Marceline tried to lick me once more.

"NO! I DON'T WANT TO BE EATEN!" I screamed, jumping back against the already unsteady wall behind me.

"Relax, Princess. I'm no cannibal; you should know that much about me at least."

"Trust me, Marcy; I do in fact know you."

"You can 'know' me all you want but that still doesn't change our situation."

What could I say? She was right. A tear came to my eye; I couldn't believe the mess I'm in. This usually doesn't happen to me. This usually never happens to a princess. Normally when a princess's life is in danger, she is protected by a plethora of strong and handsome knights. Not me. I am taken from the warmth of my bed to be protected by this 'vampire'. I couldn't help roll my eyes at the thought.

"A vampire doesn't protect, they only harm," I blurted out without thinking about who I was with.

"Oh? I know of a little princess that is equally harmful."

"You mean the Mean Princess? Ooooh, I hate her so much! Last time I invited her to a party she tried to put gum in my hair!" I stroked my hair, even though my hair was made of gum, it was the principle of the matter! A princess should not put gum in another's hair.

"No, Bonnibell," She stood to her feet, at this moment she was looking down on me in more ways than one, "I meant you." Marceline turned and float towards the door, "I'm going outside, and I suggest you staying put Bonnibel."

"I am well aware of what the letter said." I glanced around the empty as I read my thoughts aloud, "The letter that came to me this morning," I felt for it in my pocket. Finn said it would be best for me to dress down, just in case. The letter was delivered to me this morning by a strange bird I've never seen. When I took the letter from this creature, it burst into flames. The ashes were carried by the wind all over Ooo. I don't think I'll be seeing that bird again. The letter wasn't cryptic, it said blatantly; I will come to take your Princess Bubblegum, have a great day.

I had just assumed it was the Ice King, he did enjoy kidnapping princesses. But Finn didn't think so. He said the Ice King would never announce himself this far ahead of a Princess-napping. Now that I think about it, wouldn't he use an ice bird instead of a fire bird? I hope Finn can handle this 'guy'. If not, my only hope would be Marceline.

I rested my head against the wall, "Looks like I'm in for a long night."

"Talking to yourself again, Bonnibell?" Marceline floated in the room. Her presence startled me. My eyes jolted open. "You know, I hear that's a sign of insanity."

"The only insane one is you," I crossed my arms, "Who enters a room without knocking first?"

"I do."

"Oh." I paused for a moment, her bluntness caught me off guard, "well, for a 'Queen' you aren't too regal."

"Who said I had to be, Bonnibell?" She planted her feet on the floor and spoke as though I was asking too much of her, "Who said I have to wear big, fancy dresses? And spend my life in some smelly castle?"

"It's the unwritten rules of Ooo."

"Ooo doesn't have those kinds of rules."

"Well, it should."

"Listen, Princess." She approached me with a stern tone, "I don't have to be here with you, so let's just finish the rest of the day with no more fights. Okay?"

"We wouldn't be fighting if you weren't so aggressive towards me."

"I give up . . . I'm going to sleep aaaaalll the way over there," She pointed to the farthest corner of the room. "You can sleep in this corner. Okay?"

"Fine by me," It wasn't completely fine. I prefer sleeping on a warm bed not a cold wooden floor. 'Roughing It' was an idea I wasn't used to. Why couldn't I hide from this villain at Lumpy Space Princess's place? It would be much more entertaining there, instead of being here with Marceline.

Marceline floated into a sleep. I used to think it was cool how she slept in the air like that. When I was younger I used to sleep under her and we'd pretend we had invisible bunk beds. But times are different now. We don't have an invisible bunk bed. Marceline doesn't like me anymore. Perhaps it's just a part of growing up. It's best that we just move on from the problems we had in the past, but Marcy likes to hold grunges. I laid on the cold floor again in an attempt to get some sleep. I shut my eyes and drifted off to sleep.