Hurricane

Oh look, it's Valentine's Day... I don't have anyone to spend it with so I'm just writing. I don't own MLB, I just wrote a fanfiction about it.

When they opened their eyes they were standing in a hallway. The walls were plastered in dark red wallpaper and the floor was hardwood with a stainless white carpet running down the middle. Fancy-looking lights hung above their heads, but the bulbs were dull and didn't give the hall much light. The ground swayed violently beneath their feet as the struggled to regain balance. The swaying continued, and only got worse the longer they stood. They could hear music, a sweet sounding orchestra playing something that neither of them recognized, coming from behind a pair of large wooden doors.

Ladybug took a moment to observe everything in the vicinity. Just seconds ago she was in a lab somewhere, hooked up to a cold and unfeeling machine, and now she was at what looked like a party. The venue looked like one of those big fancy halls that her parents would cater for in Paris. Then she looked over at Chat and sucked in a sharp breath. He looked different. He wasn't wearing his black jumpsuit anymore. Instead he was wearing black dress pants, a white dress shirt, a long black tail coat, and a black bow tie. He wore white gloves on his hands, leather shoes on his feet, and the silver mask still covering his face. She tried not to laugh, he looked ridiculous. All he needed was a top hat, cane, and monocle.

"You look beautiful." Chat looked as though he were in awe.

She looked at him curiously, and then she looked down at her outfit. The jumpsuit was gone and in its place was a long dusty pink dress made of fine silk, and embroidered with lace. The sleeves were short, the neckline was fairly high, the skirt flowed gracefully like water on her skin. She wore a string of pearls around her neck, the mask still plastered to her face. She looked up at Chat Noir and smiled, then her eyes drifted to the door, the source of the music.

"Shall we?" Chat asked, offering her his arm.

"We should be careful." She replied, linking her arm with his. "This could be a test, or a trick."

Chat nodded in agreement as the two pushed open the double doors, revealing the most lavish and extravagant ballroom that either of them had ever seen. Long wooden tables sat at either side of a large dance floor, colourful flowers decorating the centerpiece of each. A band of string and wind instruments played on a small stage just off to the side of the dance floor, where men and women dressed in silk and satin danced together, laughing about nothing in particular. A bar sat in the corner, a long line of men stood in uniform waiting to get a drink. A grand staircase ran down the middle of the hall, the railing was wroght iron and bore an intricate swirl design. The ceiling was high, a mural of angels was delicately painted around a giant glittering chandelier. The chandelier was gold with thousands of tiny crystals that sparkled and made the entire room emit a luminescent glow.

The more they stood, staring in shock and awe, the more awkward they felt and they more attention they drew. The couples in their fancy garments looking over at the young pair. They were, by far, the youngest people in the room. It seemed awfully odd that two teenagers would attend this party, as they were too young to take part in drinking, and neither were very good at ballroom dancing. Still, Chat turned to Ladybug and offered his hand to her yet again.

"May I have this dance?" He asked, bowing his head as if she were a queen. She didn't understand how he could be so calm in this situation.

"We don't know what is going on." She stated harshly, the boy quickly stood up straight, his eyes going wide. "I think that we should spend less time goofing around and more time figuring out why we're here."

Chat nodded, but he had one more idea.

"We're dressed for this party," He told her. "Which means that we're supposed to be here, something is going to happen, but not just yet. We have a minute for a song."

He offered his hand again. This time Ladybug rolled her eyes and accepted, knowing that he would just keep persisting until she did. Just one minute. Sixty seconds, she would count. One, two. He pulled her closer, one hand on her waist, the other holding her's. Three, four. The two of them were chest to chest, face to face. She could feel his hot breath tickling her skin as he held her closely. Her heart started racing rapidly as they took their first hesitant steps together. Five, six. The warmth flowed through the both of them and made them feel weak in the knees, it was like they were both on fire as they moved harmoniously together. Seven, eight. He spun her, the movement so swift and natural she wondered if he had done this before. Nine, ten. He looked down at her, her blue eyes connecting with his deep green ones. He looked at her so amorously that it made her want to melt into him right then and there. What number was she at? She forgot. He slowly bowed his head, their foreheads touching slightly, their movements becoming so slow that she wondered if they were even moving at all. They two of them closed their eyes, their breathing and the beating of their hearts now perfectly in sync. She never felt anything like this towards him before, it amazed her but it also terrified her. Suddenly, a certain blonde classmate snuck his way into her mind. Adrien. She immediately felt a wave of guilt pass over her. She felt like by dancing with Chat Noir that she was somehow cheating on Adrien. She knew that they were never together, and probably never would be, but she couldn't help but feel this way. She would always love Adrien, she knew that for sure.

Suddenly, a flash of red and black caught her eye, snapping her out of her trance. She stopped dancing suddenly, pulling away from Chat's embrace. He looked in the direction that she was, just in time to see the same red and black flashes that she had. Without pausing, she chased after the mysterious shadow, Chat Noir close behind her. They followed the figures out of the ballroom and up a flight of stairs to some kind of balcony. The sky was completely dark, the cold wind whipped violently at their faces. There didn't seem to be anything beyond the balcony, neither teen could see beyond the railing. There was an odd noise, the sound of water crashing into something, like rocks. Ladybug looked up and saw a funnel with steam coming out of it, attached to a larger compartment at the bow of a ship. They were on a ship. That was nice, she had never been on a ship like this before. It was probably rented out for a wealthy family's party. There was something written on the funnel in big black letters. The lighting on the deck was dim, but she could read the writing clear as day. It made her heart pound heavily in her chest, her breathing suddenly felt shallow.

Titanic.

The writing on the funnel said Titanic. But that wasn't possible. The Titanic sank over one hundred years ago. Then her mind flashed back to the lab, the numbers on the computer, one nine one two. 1912, the year the Titanic sunk. She mentally facepalmed herself for being so stupid, it wasn't some weird code, it was a date. The laboratory had put them on a virtual simulation of the Titanic.

"Titanic." Chat Noir read, his voice sounding panicked. "This ship is about to go down."

"Then it's our job to get everyone off of this ship." Ladybug stated flatly, as if her idea were even possible. She knew that there were not enough lifeboats for everybody on board, that more than half of the people on this boat would drown in the freezing waters.

The flash of red came again, this time it was followed the sound of a door slamming shut. The two heroes followed the noise to the captain's quarters, only to find that no one was there. The captain should have been at the wheel of the ship, steering to New York, but he wasn't. Instead there was only a wheel, spinning lazily with no one to drive in. A terrible ivory smell wafted through the air, they followed the smell to a storage closet, where a mysterious liquid was seeping under the door. Both Ladybug and Chat Noir knew exactly what it was. They opened up the closet, and out fell the body, still freshly dead, the white captain's uniform he was wearing tainted with blood. His abdomen had been cut open, his guts were spilling out.

"Oh God." Both teens gasped, nausea hitting both of them hard, the fact that the boat was still rocking violently didn't help. Luckily there was a bathroom big enough for the two of them in the captain's quarters. Although they hadn't eaten in two days, and their stomachs were empty, they heaved into the toilet bowl. It was the grossest moment of their lives.

Suddenly there was a noise from just outside the door. The sound of voices, two- No three voices. The sounds of fighting, pushing, shouting, stung the ears of the young heroes. The two opened the bathroom door ever so slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of what was going on. And there she was, standing tall and regal in her red polka dotted suit. She had brown hair tied into a fashionable updo, her polka-dotted suit had short sleeves instead of long ones, and her mask covered her entire face. Ladybug. But she wasn't the same Ladybug. Next to her was, as always, Chat Noir. A different Chat Noir, this version of him had red hair, slicked back with gel, and he was larger than her Chat was.

"How can there be two of us?" Ladybug whispered.

"I don't know." Chat responded, his face looking grave. "Should we help them?"

"With what power?" She whispered back, giving him the painful reminder that neither of them had a miraculous.

The two heroes could do nothing but watch as the different versions of Ladybug and Chat fought off the akumatized victim. He looked like the first mate of a ship, second in command to the captain. He was probably jealous of the captain in some way, but the reasons why he had been given powers were not important at the moment. They fought well, tried their best to counter every attack that came their way. They managed to capture the akuma that was terrorizing the poor man, defeat the evil inside. They stood there for a moment to revel in their victory, which the two teens watching from the bathroom knew meant that it was already too late. They both wanted to scream at the other Ladybug and Chat Noir to take the wheel, to steer the ship back onto the right course, but they couldn't.

Suddenly the entire ship shifted violently, ripping into everyone as it shook the ground. Ladybug shut her eyes tightly, the blonde boy beside her squeezed her hand tightly. Riding out the shockwave together, they knew exactly what would happen next.

"What was that?" The 1912 Ladybug asked, she had a very posh English accent, but that only made her concern sound elegant.

"I wish I knew." The 1912 Chat replied, his accent was more cockney and he sounded more stubborn.

The 1912 Ladybug and Chat Noir left the captain's quarters in a hurry, cursing quite a lot under their breath. When they were gone the two heroes took that as their cue to leave. They looked out the window, the boat was getting lower in the water ever so slightly. The iceberg had torn through the ship, creating a large crater in the side. The two of them staggered backwards, they had to get out, or they would go down with the ship. However, this was just a simulation conducted by the laboratory, they couldn't actually die. Could they?

Without hesitation, Ladybug grabbed her partner's arm and tugged him out of the captain's quarters and down the nearest flight of stairs. The two of them descended to the lower decks, nearly tripping on the way down.

"Why are we going down?" Chat Noir asked, sounding petrified. "This will flood first."

"If I remember correctly nobody warned the lower levels that the ship was sinking until it was too late." Ladybug explained, sounding like she was nearly out of breath. "They saved the rich first, we have to make sure they have a chance."

The two of them continued to the bottom level, water was already beginning to trickle onto the floor, immediately getting absorbed by the hideous green carpet, but that wouldn't last forever. Ladybug began banging on random doors, screaming, trying to wake up everyone on the floor. Chat Noir did the same. She remembered that this floor was mainly group dormitory, large groups of poor people who couldn't afford their own room sharing what was basically a closet.

"Whaddaya want?" A drunk man's cockney accent rang through the hallway. He sounded angry and annoyed, dressed in only an old ratted tee shirt and his underwear. He reeked of alcohol and cigarettes.

"The ship is sinking!" Chat exclaimed, waving frantically at the man and all of the people rooming with him to show the urgency of the situation. Some of them gasped and began to panic, some of the drunken guests had no expression at all. "We have to get everyone up to the top deck and fast."

The panicked guests mumbled something bitterly before a woman carrying a small child stepped forward.

"Where ya goin' Eliza?" The drunken man asked the young woman.

Marinette studied the woman, she looked only a few years older than her, she had a wedding band around her finger, under her thin night dress she was heavily pregnant, and the child in her arms looked about two years old.

"I don't know about you Willfred," She snapped. "But I don't want our son dying here."

"Why you little-" The man raised his arm as if he were about to strike her, but Ladybug intervened, the man stumbled forward. "You women need to learn to respect a man."

"I am so glad that I don't live in this century." She whispered to Chat. She then turned to Eliza, whose small child was now sobbing as the water began rising. "Take him and any other children on this floor to the top deck and get on a lifeboat, understand?"

Eliza nodded, gathering three other children, two boys and a girl, and ushering them up the flights of stairs. As the water rose the teens ascended up the many flights, taking as many people as they could to the top of the deck. Some people, mostly parents, refused a seat so that their children could survive. One parent bargained with a worker to have his handicapped son get on a lifeboat, to which they were both sadly rejected. The old and sick weren't given spots on lifeboats, only the young, anyone who had a better chance of survival. The heroes gathered as many people as they could onto those lifeboats, mostly people under the age of twenty. There were still so many people on board, and not enough space for everyone. The chaos that ensued was horrific, people were pushing and shoving one another, trying to get spots on the lifeboats. Finally, there was only one left.

"Last one." One of the uniformed workers said. "You coming?"

Chat Noir stepped forward, but something stopped him from climbing the rail into the lifeboat, some kind of invisible wall. Ladybug tried, but she felt the same invisible wall preventing her from getting on the lifeboat. They couldn't leave, they were never meant to leave that ship, they were never meant to survive.

"We can't," Chat informed the sailor. "Give our seats to someone who needs them."

The sailor nodded and saluted their nobility. Chat nodded at the sailor graciously before taking off, Ladybug close behind him. They pushed through crowds of people, fighting and screaming, some of them jumping ship, falling to their deaths. That sound of people screaming in anguish was just a reminder that no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't save everyone. They ran back to the captain's quarters, which was about to be overtaken by water. When they heard voices inside. They peeked into the room, and saw the 1912 Ladybug and Chat Noir, sitting on the ground, which was already starting to flood.

"We could have stopped this." The 1912 Ladybug choked out, her elegant voice sounded broken and miserable.

"We tried our best." The 1912 Chat Noir replied, his voice sounding just as choked. He and his Ladybug were holding onto each other tightly, as if they would never drown as long as they were together.

Their position suddenly shifted to something more passionate and intimate, something more private. The two heroes stopped watching at that moment, they didn't want to see, nor know, what was about to happen in that room. They felt the ship shake once again, slowly breaking in half. Before the two teens knew it, they had taken the same position as the 1912 Ladybug and Chat. Holding onto each other as the water slowly overtook them. Too frightened to let go, their hearts were racing, their breathing became heavy, a million thoughts raced through their head. The water was freezing, soaking through the precious silk linens and making both of them shiver uncontrollably. They held on tighter, trying to use the other's body heat to stay warm. Suddenly, the water was at their necks. They instinctively took one last breath, even if doing so would only make the experience more painful. The both of them were scared, but they found comfort in knowing that they wouldn't be dying alone.

Suddenly there was a bright white flash of light, and Marinette jolted awake. Eyes wide, gasping for air, she looked over at Chat Noir, who was doing the same. The two of them looked around to see that, to their relief, they were back in the laboratory. The blonde woman was still standing over them, a smug look on her face. She patted the two of them on the head, and whispered quietly.

"Well done you two."

This ended up being nearly six pages long... Well this was fun to write.

To make things less confusing I wrote the year beside the Chat Noir and Ladybug from 1912.

I decided to give 1912 Ladybug and Chat Noir names but I didn't end up using them, they are Margaret Beaumont and Charles Warren, both 19. I like to think that Margaret came from a wealthier family, one that valued education, even for women. Even though women couldn't get degrees at Oxford at the time she was planning on going because she was highly intelligent and had the money for it. She and Charles didn't know each other in normal life before revealing themselves to one another because social classes kept them separated, but they still fell hard for one another nonetheless.

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