"Papa!" Little Marisol cried as the rain pounded around her, the nook protecting her from the downpour.

"Marisol, your parents are coming." A little red object flew towards her.

"Tikki!" The little toddler reached out for the kwami, who kissed her on the cheek.

"Good to know my daughter knew about you before I did." Cat Noir, carrying his injured wife, appeared in the small opening.

"Take care of Marisol, Kitty." He heard in his ear before he felt her slip away. But he couldn't let his daughter realize that.

"Mama?"

"She's just sleeping, bugaboo." Her father, lying his wife on the rooftop, went to gather his baby girl back around his chest in her sling. He was going to keep her safe, he thought as he traced her name in silver embroidery on the sling. Then as he felt a sting of pain, he saw a young boy and his mother walking down the street, his blond hair bouncing under their umbrella as the child smiled up at her. Marisol deserved to grow up happy like that little boy, not on the run from her parents' enemies. "Tikki, can you and Plagg take Marisol to the nearest police station?"

"I don't know, why?" Then the little kwami saw the blood. Cat Noir had been stabbed in the chest. And he didn't have long.

"Marisol is the daughter of the last Cat Noir and Ladybug?" Felix repeated. "I mean, I knew her parents were gone, but I didn't."

"You couldn't have known." Adrien consoled him. "I doubt even Marisol knew."

"I wonder if Hawkmoth knows." Marinette said in scared contemplation. "Maybe that's why he took her. To get us to give him the miraculous in exchange for her safety."

"And why he used me." Felix stood, defiant of the need to run and save her himself. "Make it seem like I betrayed her and our friends."

"Are you saying we have to go and save her?" Devin cried from the doorway. "Because my magic hands are itching for action."

Felix laughed. It was an odd sound to Marinette, like a cat hiccuping but she joined in nonetheless.

"Hey, I'm the one who makes terrible puns around here." Adrien said sarcastically. She hadn't gotten used to this new side of Adrien, so much like Cat, but she decided she liked it, just like his morning bed head.

"He's right." She tried to get in a word. "We should probably go save Marisol."

"Even if it's a trap?" Adrien posed, this stopping the laughter.

"Especially if it's a trap." Marinette looked at Brooklyn, who besides her slight curls, was the spitting image of Chloe. "Btw, I'm sorry for how my cousin treated you. She is such a brat."

"Where have you been?" Felix stared at her.

"Probably the same place as-" Devin was cut off by a quick punch to the gut by the emerging Nate, whose hair wasn't showing the tell tale signs of a rough night.

"I was at the library, you dweeb. Looking at old clippings of newspapers. And a story in particular struck me." He showed them a small black and white photo of what was obviously not Adrien, but another Cat Noir, gliding along rooftops with a baby sling tucked safely in his arms. The title read "Cat Noir, best dad in the city of lights?"

Marisol looked at the old picture on the mantle, tears blurring her vision. "Papa. Mama."

"Wow, he does not look like either of us." Felix gasped. "What is he, Brazilian?"

"His parents were from Cairo and raised him here in Paris." Plagg appeared on top of Adrien's head. "He was actually related to the Ladybug from that creepy tablet in the Louvre."

"I always thought that Marisol had Spanish roots from the way she could speak the language." Felix looked puzzled. "She always has trouble with French. The only words she knows by heart are little, ladybug, cat and kitten." His voice slowed as he realized before slapping himself. "I'm an idiot."

"Yes, we know." Brooklyn sighed. "This is actually the first time Marisol's ever visited France. Hawkmoth was probably looking for someone who looked similar to that Cat Noir and Ladybug."

"Why have you taken me here?" Marisol looked at her captor, who stepped eagerly close.

"You've got more power in you than you know, ma petite cochinelle."

"I am not your petite cochinelle. Only my Papa can call me that."

"Maybe she's the key to unlock the miraculous or something." Devin mused. "I mean, in most fantasies, it's the bond between families that acts as the most important key to unlocking great mysteries."

"Wait, was Marisol conceived while they were transformed?" Felix jolted up. "Or while they were civilians?"

"Why dear, you are very special. Your parents did everything they could to protect you, their little mistake."

"Conceived?" Both Marinette and Adrien's faces turned bright red.

"In their miraculous forms." Tikki said sadly. "I remember because when my friend realized she was pregnant with Marisol, she felt guilty because she thought her husband would be raising an alley cat's kid."

"What do you mean, mistake?" Marisol tried to run, only to crash into her mother's old rocking chair.

"It took me all this time to find you, but I had no idea that you had been taken to London."

"Is it possible that Marisol's DNA would be affected by the way she was conceived?" Felix posed. "Like she has the miraculous power in her veins?"

"Yeah, the Quantic kids wouldn't have been possible without her." Brooklyn remembered.

"That's why Hawkmoth needs her." Adrien realized. "Because she's the best alternative to our miraculous."

Marisol realized why she was scared. It wasn't just because of his menacing stare, or crooked Cheshire smile. It was a memory. "You. You killed my parents."

AN: I actually got the idea of Marisol's "unique" conception from a plot point from Doctor Who. I'd tell you what it is but as one of my fav DW characters would say "Spoilers".

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