These are the missing scenes from my longer fic, available on as Better Together.
As I remove scenes that mess with the story flow of the main work, I will place them here, in order.
This one is titled: Chloe Buzzes
This is very short scene, as it was cut from the original story line and never fully developed or edited. It occurs immediately after Adrien leaves Chloe's penthouse in Chapter 8.
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Originally, this was included in the story, but it felt premature to delve into Chloe's POV as it isn't until Chapter 16 that the story lines split. I didn't want to give anything away (or tackle 4 points of view so early) and pulled it. Forgive any errors and the fact that it isn't as fleshed out as the rest of the scenes.
Chloe stood at the corner of the long windows which made up one wall of the penthouse that she shared with her father. Below the people looked like ants, moving busily from destination to destination, all seemingly with more purpose than Chloe could find in her own life. Spotting Adrien's blond mop of hair dodging through the crowd, she sighed acknowledging once again that she was completely alone.
Not that she wasn't used to it. Her father worked long hours, both as a prominent business owner and as the Mayor of Paris, making it home a handful of nights a week for dinner. Mostly Chloe ate by herself or with her butler, unless she could convince Sabrina to stay. There wasn't much these days that Chloe didn't do by herself. Pushing away from the window, she moved back to the couch that Adrien had vacated.
It was rare that Adrien initiated contact with her nowadays, having a host of new friends to occupy his time. She missed the days of riding big wheels through the hallways of the hotel, sneaking cookies from the kitchen, and hiding from their mothers in all the nooks and carnies of the extravagant building. They had been best friends, uncaring about the roles of boys and girls, and if Chloe let herself think about it for too long her chest would begin hurting, aching with the desire to be back in a time when the world made sense. A time before their mothers had disappeared along with their friendship.
Flopping down, in a way that no one in her school would believe was possible from her, Chloe slowly scanned the empty room. She had no desire to worry about any of the homework she had been neglecting and it was still hours until she would need to meet up with Sabrina. Boredom took over, bringing her forward in a frustrated groan.
In her forward motion, the out-of-place box on the coffee table caught her eye. Excited, assuming her father had left her a present to make up for his current absence, Chloe flung herself onto the floor, clutching the box in her hands. The box was black with red hints along the creases. When she rotated it in the light, she could see the design peeking from underneath the shined exterior. If the box was this exquisite on the outside, Chloe could only imagine what was on the inside. Hurriedly flipping it open, she let out a blood-curdling scream as a tiny body hurled itself into the room.
"What on earth are you screaming about?" the voice, although high-pitched, had an elegant, royalty-like air to it.
"Um… I…" Chloe reached behind her head, grabbing a pillow from the couch and swinging it wildly into the side of the thing floating in mid-air. When it hit the ground with a thud, Chloe leapt over the couch, running for the cover of her bedroom. Once inside, she slammed the door, bracing her back against it and breathing hard.
"Rude," the voice was directly in front of her face, attached to a tiny bobbing blur of yellow and black. "You really should be more polite. Especially to magical beings."
"Magical what now?" Chloe squealed, sinking down her door to crawl through her bedroom. "I am polite, you scared me." Pausing, staring hard down at her floor, Chloe shook her head. "I'm having a meltdown. This is a delusion. And I'm talking to it." A sharp pull of her ponytail caused her to cry out as she was dumped onto her back.
"I'm not a delusion!" The creature was hovering above Chloe's face again and she found herself clamping her hands over her mouth to keep herself from screaming. "I'm insulted, but certainly not a delusion." Huffing, the tiny floating body flew away from her vision.
Counting back from one hundred, Chloe gradually raised her body, peeking around the edge of her bed to spy the flying invader primping in front of her vanity mirror. What kind of magical creature primps? Chloe thought wildly to herself.
"I'm a kwami. My name is Abeille, and we are teammates now," even in short clipped sentences, the speech was delivered with shocking grace.
"A whati?" Chloe ventured from the corner of her bed, still crawling on hands and knees. "Partners in what exactly?" Her hands were searching for something else to throw at the tiny weird being currently examining her make up collection.
Sighing, Abeille turned from the mirror. "I hate newbies," she stated with air of unadulterated disdain, "I haven't had to deal with a newbie in years. Why would the guardian do this to me?" The last question was a wail.
"Maybe, if you stopped whining and speaking in cryptic words and actually explained something, I would have a better idea as to what is going on." Chloe was on her feet now, frustration at being talked down to by anyone fueling her confidence. "Unless, you know, you have no idea what is going on." It was the arrogant voice that Chloe used when talking to her classmates, an ironclad shield against criticism and rejection.
"Listen, little lady," Abeille flew into Chloe's face, poking her nose until Chloe sat on the edge of her own bed. "I'm going to give you a lot of information and you are going to listen. If it is one thing I hate, it is re-explaining everything over and over." The bossy attitude had Chloe's back going straight, but she couldn't help her admiration for the fiery commands coming from the tiny mouth. It was a skill not unlike Chloe's own. Opting to nod instead of speak, Chloe settled back trying to follow every piece of information being thrown at her.
The sight in her full-length mirror was startling. In place of her normal clothes, there was a black and yellow jumpsuit, so tight to her skin that it moved as if it was adhered to her. Hanging from her hip was her weapon, and as she tossed the string-anchored bulb up and down in her hand, Chloe desperately tried to remember all of Abeille's instructions. Dropping it against her hip, Chloe returned to the mirror to complete the analysis of her look.
The ponytail she normally wore had shifted on her head, decorated with an ornate hair comb which Abeille had called a miraculous. Such a weird word, Chloe thought, ghosting her fingers over the comb again. Somehow, Abeille had disappeared into the hair comb after Chloe had uttered her instructed words. The transformation hadn't been painful, even with Chloe's resistance to being tossed around by the magical whirlwind in her room. It had left her looking like a real superhero and Chloe could feel the excitement building inside of her. Excitement that was compounded by the knowledge that soon she would be the new teammate of Ladybug and Cat Noir. Her squeaks were barely contained as she called for her driver, telling him to take the car around to the garage and to keep the interior partition closed. Her eyes never left her form in the mirror, moving in twists to examine every part of her. She was very thankful that her transformation didn't bring about a stinger like the one Abeille had; there had been a fearful glance at her own backside when the possibility crossed her mind.
The last thing she needed was a name. She had stared at her kwami in confusion, honestly wondering why anyone would choose the names "Ladybug" and "Cat Noir" when they could have picked anything. Considering her reflection in the mirror, Chloe decided she wasn't going to wuss out and call herself "Bee." She wanted something more exciting than that, something that fit her excellence more appropriately. Abeille had hinted that she should keep the name bee-themed, implying that it had always been that way in the past. A smile spread across Chloe's face, cheeks raising the mask as if was a part of her skin. If it had to be bee-themed, there was only one name Chloe could think of that would perfectly convey her importance.
Dropping a note to her father, just in case he actually came looking for her, Chloe sauntered from the penthouse, taking the stairs to the back parking garage and sliding into the waiting car. Changing her voice slightly, as she assumed she was supposed to do, she gave the driver instructions, pressing the button the lock the partition in place. Jiggling her foot, the new Queen Bee anxiously watched the Paris skyline as she headed to meet her teammates.
