Sugar,Spice,and No One Plays Nice

Secrets 

Fionna was having a very strange week. Well, stranger than the usual everyday strangeness, anyway.

Let's see, Cake was fluffing about her boyfriend, bleah, that was normal.

The Ice Queen was still coming up with lame prince-kidnapping plots, gross, that was normal too.

Her missions across the land of Aaa had been awesome and kick-butt, that was also normal, haHA!

Gumball and Marshall were snapping at each other again, and that should have been normal.

But for some reason it didn't feel normal, and she couldn't figure out why.

She didn't like trying to figure out something that felt 'complicated'. That was normal for her, but in this case the whole thing had been just like a woolly-weed itch that wouldn't go away.

The strangeness probably started around the time with that one mission Gumball had given her.

He'd been banging (politely) on the door of Tree Fort, and when she let him in he looked out of breath.

"Oh, hey, Gumball! Uh...dude, you okay?" she asked.

He held up a finger, sucking in breath, "Has-has Marshall Lee been-whew-been by here...?"

When she told him she hadn't seen the vampire he slumped, "Oh, thank goodness..."

He then straightened up and straightened out his crown, his cheeks turning a darker pink, and she laughed a bit to herself, "You ran all the way here from your castle, didn't ya?"

"Well, it was an important matter, Fionna, though I'm sure I nearly exploded my own 'heart-guts' in doing so."

He bemusedly examined his own chest, then frowned, "I wish I could put that incorrigible hue-sucker under some sort of capital punishment, pardon my bluntness."

"What'd the guy do this time?" Fionna asked, and blinked when the prince started to sway, "Um, wanna sit down?"

"Thank you." he said weakly, and did, and Fionna realized he had probably waited for her to offer. Pfft.

"Right, so, what'd the guy do?"

"That uncivilized son-of-a-demon stole the—" he stopped himself and coughed, "Uh, excuse me." He took a deep breath, "The...character in question stole...something important to me, and it's imperative that I recover the thing that he stole."

"Sounds like a mission!" she grinned, and it wasn't gonna be a lame mission! "What'd he steal?!"

He stared at her and then looked like he was getting a headache, muttering something she couldn't make out.

"The thing that he stole was a...file, I suppose you'd say. But it has extremely sensitive information that I can't afford to be leaked beyond its source, and I'm afraid, Fionna, that not even you can look at it."

"So it's like a secret." she said.

He sighed, "Yes, Fionna, that's exactly what it is, and he has it."

She grinned, "I'm good with secrets and junk, Gumball, and finding Marshall. I can catch him, beat him up, and get it back for ya. I promise I won't look." Gumball shook his head, "I'm afraid to take the risk, Fionna."

She blinked, and then pouted, frowning, "You don't come all this way like you did to worry about stuff like that and then expect me not to! Now I'm gonna be fluffing about this for the rest of the day if you don't let me!"