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These pairings will be the death of me...

Chapter Two

Marinette blinked up at the ceiling for the second time that day. There was a difference this time around though. For one thing it was a smaller roof, for another she was no longer on the floor.

"Oh good, you're awake."

Well she most definitely was awake after she heard the voice of the man who'd assaulted her earlier! She shot upwards like a bean sprout desperate for light. The older teen was watching her with, she wrinkled her nose in slight distaste, a cigar hanging from his lips. He was sitting in an armchair opposite her with an open copy of a well-loved book in his hands. She reached for her yo-yo, ready to defend herself if she needed-

Her fingers grasped at nothing. Her heart dropped to her stomach. She looked down and realised with a growing sense of dread that she must have changed back to normal when she passed out. Now this man had seen who she was, the first person to ever see her transform was a complete stranger! She felt a twang of guilt amongst the panic, Chat's face coming to mind. Oh god Chat! Where was he? How was he?! She'd left him all alone with the Akumatised man!

"Hey, hey, hey, don't panic Miss, I'm not gonna hurt ya," The stranger replied waving his hands sheepishly. He put his cigar and the book down to show he was serious. Marinette was also aware that he was speaking French, although he was using rather outdated words, and his accent was oddly twangy "and yeah I want to apologise for earlier. I thought you were a henchman or someone pretending to be Ladybug. Once I saw Tikki I knew you had to be real, just not the one I'm used to. But that's no excuse for striking a woman, can you ever forgive me?" He looked down avoiding her gaze whilst Marinette just stared at him. It was as if her brain was on a permanent record-scratch. Tikki rested in the strangers lap and looked like she was in a very deep sleep. The young heroine could barely process what was happening. The Ladybug he was used to? He knew Tikki?

"Errm, s-sure I can forgive you. But who are you and how can you speak French?" She asked frowning, she swung her legs over the chaise lounge she now realised she'd be placed on and glanced around the room. It was a dressing room of all places; a large mirror adorned half the wall, which was lit up by a few garish yellow bulbs. Costumes hung on a rack on one side of the room and a vase of red roses resided on the make up table. So she was in a dressing room, but where was she in the greater scheme of things? It was clear she was no longer in Paris.

The man glanced up again, his eyes were a much darker blue than hers, but they made her feel safe when she looked into them. They were almost familiar, very trusting considering how angry they'd been when she first came into contact with them. "Sorry, I forgot my manners. My Grandmother raised me, she's half French so that's a lucky coinkidink eh? Must be something to do with your luck. I'm John, John Jones. People call me Johnny though. The papers call me Johnny blue eyes; star of the hit Broadway show No No Nanette. But they also call me Cat Noir- even though they don't know I'm the same person." He grinned slightly and he reached up to scratch the back of his head awkwardly at Marinette's shocked reaction "sorry if I admitted that too suddenly Miss, but I think introductions need to be got through as quick as possible 'cause I need to know my onions. I need to know what happened and what we can do to fix it. Do you happen to know where my Ladybug is, and why you're wearing that awfully strange get up?"

It occurred to Marinette that not once had John made a single pun, despite the fact that he talked as much as her and Chat combined (and that was saying a lot). Indeed he seemed like a much more serious Cat Noir. But from what he was saying, Marinette's brain started to work again, and it was giving her hope. If Johnny's Ladybug was missing then maybe she hadn't left Chat on his own after all.

"I'm Marinette. I'm sorry if this is going to sound completely crazy-"

"I think we all past crazy a little while ago Miss." He raised his eyebrows. Though his face remained fairly stoic, his eyes twinkled. Marinette smiled, the expression put her a little more at ease.

"Yeah, you're right I guess. I'm Ladybug but...I'm a Ladybug from the future. I protect the city of Paris with my Chat Noir."

Never in her life had she said something so ridiculous and she was a bug superhero.

"So Mary, my Ladybug, is probably in the future is what you're telling me?" He caught on quick. Marinette was grateful for that, she still felt a little shaky from the unexpected time travel and didn't quite feel like she had the strength to spell out everything. Although she was surprised he knew his Ladybug's first name, but she didn't meditate on it. "I guess then you'd like to know where we are?"

Marinette nodded.

"We're in New York City, and it's 1927."

She thought she'd feel a little calmer knowing where and when she was. But knowing she was an ocean away and 90 years in the past made her feel even worse. What on earth was she going to do?!

"There was an attack. This old man called Time Twister had this walking cane which he could use to swap all objects and people around with their older versions of things. When he touched people I think they swapped places with their ancestors. I got hit by the cane and, I guess because I was Ladybug at the time, I swapped places with a past Ladybug instead of my own ancestors. This is literally insane. Ugh!" She stood up, starting to panic as she paced up and down the room. "How am I going to get out of this mess? Tikki is out cold! What if it's the same for Mary in the future? How will her and Chat deal with Time Twister?"

"Please don't make me even more nervous than I already am Miss." Johnny twitched, his fingers reaching for his cigar again, even though he didn't put it back in his mouth. His pleas fell on deaf ears though, for Marinette had completely snapped.

"-and what if they get hurt, what if she gets hurt and I'm stuck here and the timeline gets altered and we ruin history?! What if we end up destroying everything because of this?! WHAT IF BECAUSE OF US, HITLER TAKES OVER THE WORLD?! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, what are we going to do! Tikki, Tikki wake up! Let's go home please! I need to get back to Chat!"

"Miss calm down please, or ya gonna give me a heart attack. I'm already worried enough as it is." Johnny stood up, placing his Cigar (and Tikki) down gently. He walked towards her, slightly unsure in his own movements. "Mary in New York is a twister all on her own, let alone in Paris with crazy unknown enemies around and an untold amount of fashion boutiques. Here have some of this."

He shoved a glass into Marinette's hand; she looked down at the liquid brown contents, then back at him incredulously.

"This is whiskey."

He shrugged "Yeah okay, I know it's technically illegal to drink it in good ol' America, but they say Prohibition's gonna end soon and ya look like you could use a drink. It really helps with the old nerves you know?"

"No- I- I'm underage." She choked. "I can't have this."

He blinked, but respected her wishes and put the glass down. "Okay Miss, forget the amber juice. Let's just think calmly for a second. There has to be something we can do to get us out of this mess. Don't get me wrong you're a lovely lady and all but...I kind of need my wife back."

The mental record scratch was back.

"I'm sorry but your- your WHAT?"

Chat watched the pigeons flutter around the beams of the abandoned warehouse, desperately thinking of what his next move would be.

The Ladybug sitting next to him was completely out cold. She'd collapsed just after cleansing the Akuma but before she'd had a chance to put everything back to normal. He'd done the only thing he could think about doing in that situation, which was to bring her back to the warehouse he used to hide out and train in some evenings. It wasn't very comfy, but at least she was safe. They were safe. Now she'd transformed back into a civilian, a pink kwami rested on her shoulder. Based on what she was wearing, a dress similar to the one she'd worn as a superhero, except green with white beads and sequins adorning it, he guess that she was from the past, and probably American from the accent she'd used. He supposed it had something to do with his rotten bad luck that he'd technically gotten what he'd wished for, to finally see Ladybug's true identity. It just so happened that it wasn't the Ladybug he wanted.

Though he sure was grateful to her, whoever she was, she had saved his tail. And he was hopeful that, because his Ladybug had swapped places with another Ladybug, that the Chat Noir of the past was helping to keep his beloved Lady safe. He had to think that. It was the only thing keeping him sane right now.

The young woman, who Chat noticed was a little bit older than him, began to stir and Chat sat up straight. Sure she wasn't his usual partner, but she was still a Ladybug and he felt an instinct to protect her regardless.

She opened her eyes rather wearily and surveyed her surroundings. Her eyes met Chat's and he noticed they were an incredibly deep shade of brown. They were warm, friendly, and looked like they laughed a lot. He felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity with those eyes which startled him, but he supposed it was because she was a Ladybug that he had that connection with her. Still it wasn't as strong as the bond he had with his Lady (god he missed her already). There was a difference between a deep sense of camaraderie and a deep sense of...something more than that.

"Hey there buddy. You mind letting me know where I am?" She said with an drawling American accent, confirming Chat's suspicions. So she spoke English. There was only one problem...English was his worst subject.

"Umm..." Chat replied, shifting uncomfortably, his Adrien-eque shyness revealing itself. "Sorry, I can't understand you. Err...umm...I'm Chat Noir." At least he knew how to say that much in English.

She tilted her head to the side in a confused way.

"French?" She asked. He nodded and she mumbled something under her breath, which sounded very much like a curse word and Chat thought he caught the words 'Johnny' and 'Grandma', but that was pretty much it.

He couldn't help agree with her cursing though. She couldn't speak French, he couldn't speak English.

They were pretty much screwed.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter! See you all soon for the next update :)

P.S- Know my onions is my fave 1920's slang, it's means "know what's up"