The Hero and The Rebel (Fiolee)

Chapter 7

Hello, my dear readers! I am so pumped for this chapter! This has some of the first Fiolee moments in it. Eek! Marshall is absolutely ADORABLE in this one. He's really possessive though.

Marshall Lee: Why should I let anybody touch what's mine?

Fiona: I...uh.....*blushes like mad*

Marshall Lee: *pulls Fiona close and kisses her nose*

Me: Woah, Marsh. No PDA in front of me. You both know I'm forever alone...... Actually, I'm forever AVAILABLE!

*winks at any cute guys reading this* lol.

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"What the <CENSORED>?!", Marshall yelled.

"You came.", I breathed. Marshall's eyes darted to me. The room was getting darker until there was only a pinprick of light. My eyes slipped shut.

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(Marshall's POV)~ yay ~

Gumbutt was visibly shaking. I pinned him against the wall by his neck, cutting off his air.

"If you ever touch her again, you'll be dead before Fiona can scream.", I threatened my voice low.

Cake growled as she walked in the room, and an idea made its way into my head. I grinned evilly and turned to Cake.

"Cake? He's all yours."

I dropped him to the floor and Cake launched herself onto his face. His girly screams filled the room while I laughed.

"This! Is! For! Hurting! My! Baby! Sister!", Cake grunted between swipes.

Eventually, her energy was sapped. Gumbutt's face was leaking a pink liquid, which I assumed was his blood. It smelled disgusting, so I wasn't tempted to drink it. The <censored> deserved to die. I looked to the left of Gumbutt to see Fiona passed out on the floor. Panic flooded my brain as I scooped her in my arms.

"Fiona?", I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

I looked out the window and flew as fast as possible to my house. She groaned in pain and twisted in my arms. I laid her on my couch and inspected her arms and legs. There were angry red scratches along her arms. A knife had lodged itself in her skin. I lightly touched the wound and Fi flinched. I winced, feeling bad for hurting her. I had no idea a weakling like Gumball could do this. Why didn't she fight back? Fiona's eyes fluttered open. Shiz, I was hoping that she would stay asleep for this part.

"Marshall? What happened?", she asked quietly.

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FIONA'S POV (This story will mainly be in Fiona's point if view, so don't expect a lot of POV switches, ok?)

Marshall grimaced. I took in his appearance. His nostrils were flaring, his eyes were worried but angry, and he had blood on his hands?! My breath hitched and I moved to sit up. The top of my dress was ruined. I moaned, upset that it was damaged. I usually don't like dresses, but this one of the few that I did.

"Fiona? I want you take a deep breath, and on three I'll pull this out of your leg, ok?", Marshall said quietly.

I looked down to see a knife lodged in my leg. When did that happen?

"One...two..-", I cut him off with a scream. He had yanked the knife out of my leg. The knife wasn't very deep, but it still hurt.

"What happened to three?", I groaned.

"It doesn't hurt as bad if you're surprised with it.", Marshall calmly answered.

I scooted up into a sitting position, wincing when my leg shifted. Marshall cleaned it up and wrapped it with a bandage. I wouldn't be able to do anything the next day. I yawned, feeling the day catching up to me. Marshall flew off and came back with a pillow and blanket. He tucked the pillow under my head and wrapped me in the warm blanket. Marshall started to fly towards his stairs.

"Wait! Please stay with me.", I called quietly. He turned around, surprise evident on his face. "I don't want to be alone."

Marshall nodded and picked me up. I felt like a little burrito, all wrapped up in the snuggly blanket. He flew up into his room and laid me on the bed. Marshall shifted from foot to foot, but finally walked into the bathroom and came out in only sweats. I swiped at my mouth checking for drool and looked back at him. Surprisingly he didn't have a smirk on his face. He had a genuine smile, something I've rarely seen on him. My eyes were getting heavier by the second and they finally closed.

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MARSHALL'S POV (okay, I may or may not have lied. Marshall might be in here a lot more than I expected...)

Her light snores filled the room. I smiled and watched her sleep. I know, I know. I sound like a creep. But she looks adorable.

"Marshall has a girlfriend!", a high voice said. On reflex, I tackled the point of noise. "Ouch! Bugger off, you fatty!" I looked beneath me to see a petite girl with pale blue hair, and pointed ears.

"Christine?", I asked, confused. "How did you get in my house?"

She ignored my question. Christine was a friend I used to play with. She was always the goofy one in the group. I peeled myself off of her and pulled her off the floor. She swiped imaginary dust off of her shirt and looked back up at me with annoyance. Then a creepy grin spread out over her face. She started walking towards Fiona. I growled and stood protectively in front of her.

"Woah, calm down mate. I just wanna see what she looks like. After all, she's gonna be your princess, right?", Christine said with an innocent look on her face. My jaw dropped. What the...?

"What are you talking about?", I asked, truly confused.

"You like her! You like her! You like her! Marshy has a girlfriend, Marshy has a girlfriend!", she sang, lithely jumping around my room.

"I don't like her. And don't call me Marshy!", I snapped.

Christine stopped as her icy blue eyes watered. Guilt immediately washed over me. Christine had the mind of a child. Literally. It was because she was a Fairly. Fairlies are creatures that are fairly normal, save for their powers. Each one was different from the next. Christine could influence children to her will, but the only downside was she had their mindset. I reached out to comfort her when she started smiling.

"Gotcha!", she laughed. Fiona shifted in bed.

"No..no...NO!!", she screamed.

I rushed to her, shaking her awake. Her big blue eyes were glazed with fear. Fiona was covered in sweat. I pulled her close to my body. She was shaking. Christine timidly stepped forward. Her eyes showed concern.

"Go get me a cold towel.", I ordered. Christine nodded and ran out of my room. Fiona clutched onto me for dear life. "It's okay, Fiona. You're safe now.", I murmured.

Fiona pulled back and looked me in the eyes. Then she did something I never would have expected.

She.

Kissed.

Me.

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SHABAM!!! How do you like them apples?

Fiona: I can't believe I did that!

Me: Believe it, sweetheart. Believe it.

Marshall Lee: .......

Me: What? Cat got your tongue?

Marshall Lee: *glares*