(Anyone who wants me to write a specific fanfic, PM me, okay? Now, to this fanfic: Aw... Doesn't anyone feel bad for Nathan/Silver? Poor little fox :'( he's kinda misunderstood. Evil Pitch... Why can't he just be nice? Also, this chapter is warming)

Pitch rolled his eyes as Jack rushed to his side.

"Well, not exactly my plan, but... It worked." He shrugged. Marinette felt threatened by him more than anyone else in her life. He was ruthless, and that was what made her frightened.

People like that were scary.

Before she knew what she was doing, she'd stepped forward, her eyes on his.

"Leave." She hissed, "Before you make me do something I'll regret."

"Will you?" He looked at her, she almost looked away, but stood her ground, "very well, as my daughter, I know you most likely will. Farewell, for now."

"I'm not your daughter." She scowled. Jack moved from foot to foot awkwardly. She turned to him, her eyes alight. "What do you know?" She grabbed him by his sweatshirt. He gulped.

"Maybe talk to your parents." He suggested.

"You know what, Jack, I don't believe you, I-" She stopped, and Adrien knew what she was about to say, "I want you gone, ever since you've been here nothing's been the same. I want you gone, now. I don't care whether you take the window or the door, but you're going. You're going now."

"I can't. Look, just let me help him. We need to go to Winterhold and get the Livether."

"I don't care what you say-" Adrien flipped through Nathaniel's diary entry, plagued by the thought that Nathaniel purposely saved him. Why?

"It wasn't you, Mari-"

"What?" She turned around, furious.

"He liked me, not you, princess." Marinette snatched the diary off him, and read it. Her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped.

"I- I can't believe it." She replied.

"Nor can I." Marinette held the diary closer to her chest, and then flung it across the room.

Nathaniel looked at the bed and sighed.

"What's going on?" He asked Marinette, who simply shrugged.

"You're so impossible. Don't you wonder why nobody likes you?"

"Y- You have every reason to hate me." He stammered.

"Oh, no, you looked- and felt- like Chat. I was screaming because I knew it was you." Nathaniel felt awful; he had hurt her, and then he didn't even love Marinette.

"I'm sor-"

"Then, to top it off, you like my fiancee?" She asked in bewilderment. He backed away from her- he knew this wasn't real- she didn't know. Heck, he didn't know until yesterday- today- earlier- whenever, this stupid render world was screwed up. Her eyes lit up, "What was wrong with me, hm?" She asked softly, her eyes narrowed. She held a knife in her hands, and she grinned evilly. "Maybe my psychotic personality..."

He screamed, and then, Marinette turned into Adrien.

Fog filled the background.

They were playing chess, and Adrien had won. Fifth time in a row.

"Wow, I never knew I was so good."

"Shut up." Nathaniel replied.

"You're just pissed off because you don't have any dick."

"Fuck you, Agreste." He hissed.

"Are you volunteering?" Nathaniel knew this wasn't real; he'd had this dream when he'd been normal.

"Yeah, maybe I am." This wasn't so bad, if it wasn't real. Adrien pulled him closer, and Nathaniel shuddered. Just as their lips met, there was a gunshot. Marinette stood above Adrien, her blue eyes alight with anger.

"I knew you were trying to steal him, Nathaniel." She snarled, "I can bring you back, Adrikins." Marinette pressed a kiss to his lips. And he grinned, kissing her back. Nathaniel felt his eyes dampen- get used to it, he told himself, you're never going to get Marinette to give him up, maybe when you're awake you'll see that somebody else will love you. He laughed.

Then there was grey skies, and the man who had put him in his state stood before him.

"You aren't scared of my nightmares." He said, "Why?"

"I've come to terms with never having either of them."

"Well-"

"And I can't be bothered to save myself, so you're not going to scare me off."

Marinette clutched at Jack's sweater.

"What can help him?" She asked him in a hushed voice. Tooth answered.

"You have to get the flower, like he said."

"Then we're all going." She replied softly, "Mom and Dad are going to take care of Nora, I'll see if we can get that to work."

"Marinette..." Adrien looked at him, "You sure?"

"He sacrificed himself... for you." Marinette responded. She nodded, descending the stairs to her parents. Her mother looked at her, and sat down.

"I know that look, Marinette, sweetie." She pat the space next to her.

"What look?"

"The 'I'm nervous Mom' look. Do you need to talk?" Her eyes were on Marinette's.

"Yeah, I do." She replied, "There's this man; Pitch Black, he's claiming to be my father. Crazy, huh?" She asked.

"I knew it, sweetie, that this day was coming, since Elsa told me that he was a pyscho. We never concieved you, Marinette, as I'm... Infertile. But, well... I'm in love with you, and I always have. Pitch was always after you, and we never thought that he'd ever try and take you away." She wiped her eyes. Marinette hugged her fiercely, and started crying herself.

"Oh Mama, you and Papa have always taken good care of me. I don't care if Pitch is my biological father. You guys have always been my parents, to me."

"You're going, aren't you? And you need to take care of Nora."

"Yes, Mama, but-" She was cut off by a choke worthy hug.

"Stay safe, Marinette." She hugged her again, "I love you, sweetie."

"I love you too, and Papa."

Adrien shrugged his bag on his shoulders, holding Marinette's hand tightly. The Guardian's crowded around them, and Adrien tugged at her hand.

"We've got to go." He said. She sent her mother a small smile.

Time to go.

After all, she had to save Nathaniel. And, ultimately, the world, too.