Bubbline One-Shots (girlxgirl)

I Bet You Thought You'd Seen the Last of Me

This one goes out to my favorite furry, Syd
Wouldn't be continuing this ever if it weren't for your peer pressure
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Marceline held the steering wheel loosely in her hands. Nightfall yielded little vision on the backroads; the moonlight that scattered through the treetops made up for the busted headlight.
These roads were easy to get lost in. Most country roads are like that; so many twists and turns that you could end up in the next county without realizing it. However, Marceline knew these roads. She stifled a yawn as she reached for the radio dial. It was hard to get a signal out here, and she finally settled on no music rather than the harsh static.
The overhanging trees thinned out, and soon the moon was shining brightly overhead. Marceline rolled down her window to take in the night air. With a sharp inhale, her senses were flooded with the smell of crisp air and the sound of a steady creek that ran alongside the road.
Taking small risks is the fun part of life. She closed her eyes-only for a second-and felt the adrenaline rush kick in. Using this energy, she began to sing softly.
Every note she sang was hauntingly beautiful for only an instant, and then was whisked away by the wind. She pressed harder on the gas pedal. The sound of the engine drowned out every other sound. There was no fear of collision on these roads, no one travels this late at night.
The pedal was pressed closer and closer to the floor of the car, until it was flush with the bottom. Taking small risks is the fun part of life. She laughed as the speed picked up; quickly crossing 60, 70, 80 miles per hour.
Marceline began to sing again. This time, it was loud. An expression of freedom. Her voice was smothered by the roaring wind outside, yet she only sang louder.
She sang a song she had practiced many times. It wasn't ready; wasn't perfect. She couldn't let anyone hear it until it was complete. But on this road, on this night, she sang it like it was the only song in the whole world.
A loud dinging broke her trance. Allowing the car to slow down a bit, Marceline fumbled with the phone that was ringing in the passenger seat. Trying to keep her eyes on the road, she knocked the phone onto the floor.
Shit.
Taking one last glance at the road ahead, she quickly leaned down to retrieve the still ringing phone.
Finally grabbing it, she went to reply to the call. She leaned back up.
Before she could turn her attention back to the road, she felt her body being flung forward with a sickening crunch. The air around turned sour. In what seemed like slow motion, the car crumpled around her, encasing her body in damaged metal. Her head slammed into the steering wheel, causing an immediate concussion.
Marceline lay unconscious in the car for hours. Blood was slowly seeping onto the floorboards, covering the phone that was frantically lighting up with messages.
And suddenly, she could feel again. One by one, her senses came back. She smelled the sterile hospital room. She felt the decimated bones beneath her skin being held in place by constructing bandages. She felt a soft hand overlapping her own. And then she heard it.
The ringing became quieter, and a soft voice replaced it. She couldn't make out the words, but the tune was familiar. The tune was sweet. It sounded like a sad love song. It sounded like her sad love song.
Marceline struggled to open her eyes. The fluorescent lights blurred her vision; but she could soon make out a fuzzy outline of the person holding her hand.
Soft pink hair framed the figures face, and a familiar black shirt took up the torso. Ever so slowly the figure came into focus.
Bonnie saw her partners eyes flutter open, and she cried out with joy. Tears began to stream down her face, and she gingerly hugged the broken body laying in the hospital bed.
"I" Bonnie choked back a sob. "I thought I lost you."
Wincing in pain, Marceline managed a strained chuckle.
"Surprise bitch, I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me."