Two Halves of the Same Heart (FIOLEE)

In Which Marshall runs a lot and Fionna kills things

*Fionna's POV* 

I skidded to the ground, before raising my sword and charging at the minotaur one more time. I seemed to catch it off-guard. I drove my sword into its back and grinned, before it started trying to buck me off. I held on to my sword for dear life, hoping that I didn't lose my algebraic new sword for this. 

I twisted the hilt, and with a final bellow, it came down. I pulled my sword out of its back, before trying to find a clean place to wipe it on. Putting a sword away like this isn't good for it. 
Someone offered me a handkerchief, and I grinned before taking it. "Thanks, Gumball!" 
My friend surveyed the damage as I cleaned off the sword, then shot me an exasperated look as I sheathed it. 

"Fionna that wasn't to... no, you keep it." He said as I offered him back the now filthy handkerchief. 

"Suit yourself." I shoved it in a random pocket, avoiding my armor. 
"You really did a number on this one. I'm impressed." He crossed his arms, but he smiled. 
I beamed at him. "Thanks, man!" 

"People are starting to know your name. You're known from here to Gilligan." He continued. 
I nodded. "I know. Isn't it mathematical?" 
"Just... don't let it get to your head." He smiled softly. "Fame isn't everything, after all." 
I nodded again, more vigorously. 
"So, when are you heading up the mountain to see your sister?" 

"In a few days at most, why?" 
"I have a letter that I want you to give Mochro since you're going up there." He glanced down at my wrist, then back at my face. "Where are you going before that?" 
I placed my hand behind my back. "Nowhere in particular." 
"...It's... today, isn't it?" 

I glanced at my wrist, pretending I had just noticed. "Yeah, I guess it is." 
Gumball smiled a bit. "Well, I hope whoever it is makes you as happy as I am with my husband." 
"Yeah, how is Bryce anyway? We haven't tussled in a while." 
"Fionna no." 
"Fionna yes." 
"Fionna he fights bears quite often. You'll get your arm broken." Gumball sighed. 

I gestured to the dead minotaur pointedly, and Gumball rolled his eyes. "Drop by with your soulmate when you're back from your visit. I'd like to meet them. And you can wrestle Bryce then. Maybe whoever it is can talk you out of getting yourself hurt." 
"The only advantage he has on me is that he's extremely tall." I pointed out. "And I'm taller and older now. I'm as tall as you! I can beat him." 

"Please don't break my soulmate's arm." Gumball sighed. "He'll pout about it for a long time afterwards out of boredom, just as you will. That's why I hate when you two do things like this. Anyway, before you try and talk me into letting the two of you wrestle, here's the letter. Please wait for a reply." 
I gave him a small salute, and took the letter. "Bye, Gumball." 
"And clean yourself up!" He called after me as I walked away. "Do not introduce yourself to your soulmate covered in blood and guts, it makes a terrible impression!" 

*Marshall's POV* 

I dodged the stone and took off running through the streets of the small town. Villagers poured out of their homes, carrying stupid stuff like pitchforks (apparently I am a threatening bale of hay) and torches (despite it being the middle of the day). This was not anything new for me. 

Sometimes people would just use their words. Sometimes they wouldn't care. Sometimes they would literally chase me out of town the minute I stepped beyond their invisible border of their village. 
Sometimes they'd go all out. Like this time. 
I leapt onto a cleverly placed barrel, then scrambled up to the rooftop as the mob swarmed below me. 

A few brave souls followed me onto the thatched roofs, but most soon fell into the houses below, unable to all cluster onto the rafters. 
Then it was just me and the burliest, most grizzled man I had ever seen, pointing a small sword at me. 
"Demon." He growled. 

"Half-demon." I corrected, backing away slightly. "There is a difference. My dad's soulmate just happened to be my mom--" 
"Demons don't have souls, so demons don't have watches!" He growled. 
I held up my wrist, only to nearly get my hand chopped off. "Hey! Don't touch!" 

I checked to see if it was still fine, then ducked quickly as he swung at me. I hadn't even had a chance to read the time. 
"Who'd you steal it from?" He snarled. 
"No one. I was born with it." I repeated for what must have been the millionth time. 

He swung the short sword at me menacingly, and I backed away, hitting the edge of the house. 

"Die." He snapped. 
I quickly decided that was a bad option. So, I went with the better one-- I jumped off of the roof, landed on my feet, and ran off into the woods. As predicted, no one followed me. Well, that I could see. 

I bobbed and weaved anyway, going in an aimless pattern. If I remembered correctly, I had an old safehouse in this forest. No one else should have been able to find it. 
I quickly checked my wrist, remembering how he swung at it. The crystal face of the clock wasn't scratched, as I had thought. To be sure, I held it up to my ear, hearing it tick gently. 

I breathed a sigh of relief. Soon. Soon, I'd meet someone who would stay. Someone who wouldn't mind my parents. Someone who was meant for me. I grinned, before continuing on my path to my safe house. Then I heard the twig snap behind me. 

*Author's Note* 

Okay so: 

1) This story will mostly be in Fionna's POV, but when they're separated, I need Marshall to give his POV. When they're together, it will just be Fionna. 

2) The thing about the clocks is that they are analogue clocks counting down to when you meet your soulmate, because this is a fantasy land without digital clocks. When you meet your soulmate, the clock is stopped completely at midnight. Fionna and Marshall are both a minute from midnight because that always means that you're meeting your soulmate that day. Otherwise it's pretty stretched out over your whole life. 

No, they don't know about the ticking part, where the clock stops ticking once you've met your soulmate. All they know is that when your clock hits midnight, your soulmate has, in some way, noticed your existence. Even if they just look at you casually, and you make eye contact, that  counts. 

3) Bryce is Gumball's soulmate. No, Ashball is probably not going to be a thing again for a while. Yes Gumball's just straight up gay, but Marshall is (canonically I might add) bisexual. 

4) I get that the watch thing might have worked in a non alternate universe, but the rest of the story takes too much plot bending for that alone.