"Oh," Nathalie mumbles to herself. "What did Adrien do to this picture?"

Nathalie had just gotten Adrien out the door. She decided to stay behind to catch up on some work. What with all the akuma attacks messing with Adrien's and Gabriel's schedule. And not to forget to mention the attack they had hosted in the manor themselves.

She was wondering why Adrien was so fidgety and weird when she found him here. He must have gotten the picture off the wall. What exactly could he be doing that caused the portrait to hang off the freaking wall?

Nathalie blows a hair out of her face and goes up to the picture. She loved that kid, but sometimes…

The portrait was of Mrs. Agreste. Nathalie knew her for about five years before she disappeared or whatever happened. Everyone would agree she was the best role model and a good parenting figure. Nathalie thought different.

But as much as Nathalie would love to just leave her portrait hanging off the wall at a weird angle, she knew that she probably most definitely shouldn't. Mr. Agreste will blow his top if he finds it.

I should probably just wait for the Gorilla to get back, she thinks. This is definitely too heavy for me.

"Nathalie!" someone shouts.

Maybe not.

"Just a second!" she almost screams back as she nearly runs to the portrait.

She tries to pick it up and discovers it isn't hanging off the wall, it was on hinges.

She lets go and it swings forward. Nathalie hurries and grabs it before it hits the wall.

"Nathalie!"

"Almost done!"

She goes to push it back when she sees the safe hidden behind it, and someone forgot to close it all the way. Curiosity swells in her. Nathalie bites her lip.

She grabs it without thinking and opens it revealing a number of things: Mrs. Agrestes photo, a pamphlet to Tibet (she remembers that trip), and a… pin.

Nathalie gingerly picks it up. It was beautiful and it looked like it was modeled after a peacock.

"Nathalie!"

Oh, Meryl Streep!

This time she hears footsteps coming down the main staircase.

Panicking and acting mostly out of instinct, Nathalie shoves the pin into her blazer and shuts the safe and portrait as quietly as she can. Nathalie rushes over to the door and stops to start casually walking.

"Nathalie, there you are." Mr. Agreste says, walking off the final step and straight to her. "What took you so long?"

Nathalie tries to breath normally when she realizes she hasn't caught her breath yet.

"Just paperwork."

Mr. Agreste looks her up and down.

"You need to start taking better care of yourself. Your hair is all out of order. Go fix it."

"Yes, sir." she says and walks away before he can talk to her any more.

Mr. Agreste's phone rings and he answers it, seeming to forget he needed Nathalie for something.

"... can you imbeciles…"

Nathalie rushes to her room and slams the door. She lets out a breath she didn't know she had been holding.

Nathalie reaches up her hands and undoes her bun as she walks to her vanity. She sits down at the seat and grabs a hairbrush and more bobby pins.

"Compose yourself." she says to herself in a stern voice.

Nathalie wraps her hair up and twists it back into its perfect bun and bobby pins her bangs to the side.

Nathalie glances her eyes to her red streak. She touches it.

I really need to get that redone.

Looking at her phone, Nathalie sees that she doesn't have anything to do for thirty minutes.

I could take a nap.

It was a little counterintuitive to do her hair now that she thought of it.

Nathalie shrugs off her blazer and goes to throw it over the chaise, but then the pin falls out and clinks to the ground. Nathalie sucks in a breath; she had forgotten about that.

She picks it up and looks at it again. It was really pretty. She might as well. She would put it right back. It didn't hurt for her to try it on first.

Nathalie pins it to her shirt. That's when something pink and small explodes in front of her.

Nathalie falls back onto her butt and hits her head against the chair. She rubs it as she sits up and sees something materialize in front of her.

It was small. It was blue. It had little chubby appendages. It had a tail of feathers.

But none of that registered in Nathalie's brain. All she thought was: ahhhh!

"Ahhh!" she screams and crawls back into her bed. She bumps into the board then scrambles to climb onto the mattress. Finally, she gets to the front of her bed and throws the covers on her.

Nathalie hides there a few minutes, then, feeling it was safe to come out, lifts the covers.

The thing was right in her face.

"Hey," the thing says in a high-pitched voice. "Thanks for giving me some prep time. The one thing I hate about being stuck in there until a wearer opens it is that I don't have any prep time! But, since you hid your eyes for awhile, I had plenty of time to make a slideshow on your tablet and create a whole dance number!"

Nathalie blinks. It was talking. It just talked.

"You… you talk?"

"Duh, now do you want to see the dance number or the slideshow first?"

"But…"

"Dance number it is!"

The thing flies over to the middle of Nathalie's room and starts dancing. This was the last straw for Nathalie's brain.

"Oh, Samuel L. Jackson!"

"So… you… have a kwami and have no idea what to do. Well good thing you have me so I can give a clue…"

"My name is Duusu! I am a pretty blue! I don't come with an instructions, but neither do you.

By the time I'm done, you'll be a guru.

I now belong to you!

With me you can be a superhero

You've done it kid, you've won the lotto!

With other miraculous holders you can save Paris

I'm sure you'll do great once you've had practice…

My name is Duusu! I am pretty blue!

Together we can all defeat…"

"Who is the bad guy this time?"

"Pap… papillon."

"The papillion! Oh yes, we will defeat that villain!

My name is Duusu! I am a pretty blue! With me… you… can… be a su...per...her...ooooooo!"

Duusu stops with an ending pose. Nathalie just has her mouth hanging wide open.

Duusu notices her face and starts to tear up.

"You... don't… like me… do you. Wahhh!"

Duusu starts sobbing. Nathalie had no idea what was going on, but she knew she had to stop this loud crying thing.

"I… I just don't know what the heck is going on."

Duusu perks up and flies into Nathalie's face.

"Do you want me to do the dance number again?"

"No!" Nathalie shouts, but composes herself.

Duusu's eyes tear up again.

"I mean, you can show me that powerpoint thing you did." Nathalie suggests.

Duusu looks up instantly without a tear in her eye.

"So, what you're telling me is that you are a kwami." Nathalie says, placing down the tablet and getting off of her bed.

"Yep."

"This… this pin I found is a miraculous." Nathalie clarifies, now pacing around her room.

"Yepperdoodles."

"With it I can turn into a superhero like Ladybug and Chat Noir."

"You're getting it."

"To save Paris from akuma's?"

"Do you want to go over the dance number again?"

"No, I'm good, thanks." Nathalie says, sitting on her chaise and wringing her hands through her hair.

Duusu flies over to her and looks at Nathalie's face.

"Are you okay? Usually people start feeling excited by now."

Nathalie looks up at Duusu from between her fingers.

"No! I'm not okay!" Nathalie says in the calmest voice she can.

Duusu covers her ears and zooms back a little.

"But you're the chosen one." Duusu says, trying to comfort her.

Nathalie stands up.

"No I'm not. I saw it in my boss's safe and grabbed it because I panicked and now I'm going to get fired because I didn't even try to return it right away I tried it on because it was pretty…"

Duusu bumps into Nathalie.

"Pull yourself together."

Nathalie blinks and looks up.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to slap some sense into you, but I'm too small and I have little arms."

"Oh… well, thank you."

"Don't mention it." Duusu waves it off. "But this does cause a bumper in our relationship. We usually choose children."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Something about them being more accepting of it and bonding to the magic more. We had a council meeting about it a millenia ago. Then someone brought up that they were children and that it was dangerous. I just love how dramatic it is for the kids to sneak away and lie to everyone they know."

Nathalie laughs nervously.

"So, maybe I should just put you back…"

"No!" said Duusu. "I've been stuck in that miraculous for ages. Besides, this makes it so much more mysterious. Adult sneaks away from job and everyone she loves to be a superhero."

"Uhh… the first part is correct. But I don't really have loved ones."

"Darn it. Love life at all?"

"No."

"Children?"

"No."

"Anyone?"

"Well, I have my boss's child I look after."

"Good enough."

"Wait a second! I'm not talking to a floating object that isn't really there."

Nathalie walks backwards into her chair, then sits down.

Duusu rolls her eyes and flies to Nathalie's face. She pokes it.

"I think I'm plenty real."

"Ok, ok. I can't deal with this right now. I have a meeting in…"

Nathalie sighs and looks at her phone.

"Ahh!" she screams. "I'm late to Mr. Agreste's meeting with the CEO of Chanel!"

Nathalie throws on her Blazer and fixes the fly aways in her hair and sprints out the door.

"Don't forget your tablet!" Duusu screams, struggling to pick it up.

Nathalie zooms in and grabs it, then zooms back out.

"Don't forget me!"