Here I am again! Yay, as promised, even if it's a little late :D
This time I don't have that much to say but even more to show sooooooo here I go:
Synovelle posted the third chapter on her story No More Fear, which is a fanfic inspired by Breeze. If you haven't gone to read it yet, do it now! It's a really good alternate continuation so please, enjoy!

"I'm Gasmine and I'll-"

Chat rolled his eyes at her and lifted his fist for another hit which she had to dodge before being able to finish her speech.

"I'll defeat you and-"

He groaned in pain as she hit another time, stumbling back but now he finally found his voice again.

"Shut up already!", he forced out before trying to jump at her again. She fled by floating up and kicking him in the back. Akumas with the ability to fly were so annoying.

He turned and his gaze flew to the periodic table that was stuck between her hip and belt. He narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists again. If the hairband hadn't been it already, maybe it was the periodic table. Made sense.

He bared his teeth as she floated higher, the little hairs at the nape of his neck standing up. He hissed and grabbed his baton, vaulting himself up to reach her but once again, she was more agile than him. She quickly flew to the side, laughing at him when he began falling past her. He quickly did a roll on th street and got to his feet again, swearing at the light scratch that he got on his forehead from not coordinating his roll well enough. The Akuma cackled and stayed at the height where she was right now, looking down to him with a humored glimmer in her eyes.

"Let's see how often we can repeat that, shall we?"

He grumbled and tightened his grip around his weapon but recoiled a little when a purple outline of a butterfly appeared around her face, hesitating. Hawkmoth talked to her right now and he certainly told her to take his Miraculous. She'd come to him.

But much to Chat's surprise the Akuma stayed where she was, the butterfly framing her face and an evil smirk playing around her lips. Chat gulped as she lifted her chin higher, snarling down at him.

"What, are you feeling sour I attacked that Marinette girl? She deserved it. Wouldn't you agree?"

The blonde bared his teeth and growled at her, his stance immediately changing to an aggressive one no matter how exhausted he was.

"Stop talking."

"What would you say if I told you Hawkmoth saw how Ladybug died? He's telling me right now. Wanna hear?"

Chat growled louder and tensed so that his body started to tremble.

"Stop talking right now!", he said a little louder but the Akuma already continued.

"These hands, Chat Noir, her hands. They're tiny, aren't they? But they fit so perfectly around Ladybug's neck."

He tried biting his feelings down, tried ignoring the tears collecting in his eyes.

"I said stop talking!"

He used his baton to vault himself at her again and this time she didn't have a chance. He slammed her on the ground and dug his claws into her shoulders.

"Ladybug is so strong normally but-…", she forced out, her teeth clenching, "… This time, she wasn't… She didn't have a chance. The grip on her neck deadly and her attempts to get out useless. She died with her eyes open and her movements slowing. She died with your name on her lips, pleading you to come and save her but you weren't there! You weren't there to help her! You failed her, Chat Noir, you let her die and-"

"Shut up!", he cried, slamming her on the floor again, "Cata-"

A shock surged through his body as he realized he was holding up his hand, ready to strike her. He had been so close to using cataclysm at her that he gulped, stumbling back after taking the periodic table from her belt.

"She pleaded for mercy but Marinette didn't give it to her. All because you failed her. She trusted you!"

He felt tears flowing down his face as he ripped the little piece of laminated paper in two, catching the little butterfly with his bell. It turned silver as it fell back into his hands and he leaned his forehead against the small item. This had been too close.

Way too close.

The girl on the ground sat up and brought her hands up to her head, groaning.

"What-… What happened?"

He took another moment before clicking the bell onto his zipper again and kneeling down next to her.

"You got akumatized.", he gently offered her a hand, his voice soft and understanding while his insides churned.

No, you almost killed a girl I know, he thought to himself while her skin connected with his gloves, burning him.

"R-Really? Oh god… I'm so sorry, Chat Noir…"

"It's okay.", he lied, helping her to her feet and steadying her shaky form to bring her to a waiting ambulance just a few meters down the street, "Your Akuma blew up a bit stuff but it's okay. Nobody died."

Not that I know of yet at least, he grumbled but kept his mouth shut.

"Oh-… Okay… Again, I'm so sorry, I-…", she sighed and he shrugged.

"Don't worry about it, uhm-… Jasmine?"

Her surprised gaze met his as he sat her down on the floor for the emergency doctors to check her through.

"How do you know my name?"

"Just a lucky guess.", he managed a smile for her, a fake smile. A model smile, "Anyway, I'll be off. Just try to calm down and be safe, okay?"

She nodded and he was about to jump away towards the hospital to which Marinette and her parents had been brought as her voice called him back.

"Chat Noir! Uhm-…", he turned and looked at her expectantly.

"Yes?"

"… Thank you.", she whispered and he felt his heart sinking, "Thank you for saving me. I didn't mean to, uh-…"

"It's okay.", he said and this time, he meant it, "It's kinda my job. Stay safe."

With that he took a run-up and used his baton to catapult himself up to the roofs, beginning to run while the officials did the rest.

Though he was pretty sure his thoughts were moving faster than him.

Thank you, echoed in his head, Thank you for saving me.

He swallowed down his tears as he swung around a chimney by holding on to it and using his speed to jump.

Thank you for saving me.

Every single akumatized victim had been thankful for being rescued. Marinette… Marinette as well.

She had done most of the job, had helped him majorly, had tried to soothe him and all he had done was hurting her. Yet she had still been thankful. Neither as Chat nor as Adrien had she been hateful to. She had always been grateful for him saving her.

The impact of that thought almost let him stumble but he managed to stay on the roofs, continuing his way to the hospital. For now, he couldn't let that throw him off. He had a job to do, a job for the whole of Paris. He had to concentrate on surviving.

And on trying to keep Marinette alive as well.

This was his first and foremost thing to focus on right now and oh hell he wouldn't have mercy on himself if he failed.

Just a few minutes later he burst into the front doors of the hospital as Adrien, disheveled and exhausted but adrenaline still surging through his veins. But before he could even get into the waiting room where he already heard half of the class, Alya stormed out and grabbed him, pulling him towards the toilet.

Oh right.

She knew.

So, he just let her pull him away, down the hallway. Nino was about to follow but froze in the door as he saw Alya dragging his best friend away. His eyebrows furrowed and Adrien swallowed, just so managing a wave and an awkward smile as the headstrong girl took his collar, shoving him through the open door and kicking it close as they both were in.

That probably looked very wrong, he just so managed to think before Alya pulled him down, her face close to his but her eyes directed to his forehead.

"You got hurt.", she said as she already pulled out a tissue, finally letting him go.

"Uhm-… Maybe we should-…"

"Got it.", she locked the door with a quick movement before turning to the sink, letting a bit of disinfection spray soak the tissue. He gulped but kept his awkward bent forward posture so she could carefully dab the wound on his forehead clean. It wasn't big or anything but he had gotten it on the asphalt of the street so it should at least be clean.

He groaned a little as the stinging pain begun, caused by the disinfection spray on the tissue, but soon after it just felt good, a little cooled, making him sigh.

"No, I mean-…", he begun again as she turned away once more, pouring a few drops of water on the other side of the tissue so she could soothe the stinging a bit and clean the wound up more.

"Shush.", Alya said, short and sharp. He immediately shut his mouth again, closing his eyes. Her gentle fingers danced over the sore spot and he pressed his lips together. But he couldn't keep it in anymore.

"Alya, seriously, we-… We need to talk about-"

"I know.", she finally said, her voice quiet and soft as she worked around the wound on his head, "You wanna know how I figured it out. And you wanna know what I'll do now that I know."

He didn't try nodding since he knew she would not approve of that (sometimes Alya could be even more terrifying than an Akuma) so he just sighed.

"Yeah…", he finally forced out, hissing when she applied a bit more pressure. The tissue was another now, dry so she could stop the bleeding.

"Here, hold the pressure yourself. I'll get the bandage ready."

He watched her as she pulled out a bandage from her bag, putting just a bit of disinfection spray on that as well. Her hands danced and he was once again reminded just how much of a so called mum friend Alya had already been for the four of them. There was just that switch inside her that made him cherish her as a friend even more. Maybe because he missed his own mother. Maybe because he's always wanted to have younger siblings like her. Or maybe just because he liked her getting caring like that. It was nice to be cared for.

He held the tissue to his forehead and grumbled a little at the pain but waited patiently as she rubbed the disinfection into the pad of the bandage so it wouldn't hurt too much.

"I won't do anything.", she finally said. He looked up with wide eyes, their gazes finally meeting. Her eyes turned taunting and he gulped, "What, did you think I'd immediately pull out my phone and post it on the Ladyblog? You have enough to deal with. Hawkmoth knowing your civilian identity would've been a disaster and there's no doubt he's following the blog. A source about his arch nemesis? Surely an important thing for him. Sightings, theories, discussions, maybe even interviews. He can use anything against you. Why do you think I keep the Ladyblog so general? Almost sarcastically? To throw him off of course. And, well, to inform the people of Paris but don't you think I don't know who can look my page up."

He was dumbstruck as she removed his hand with the tissue, gently applying the bandage around his head while continuing.

"And hey, I've read enough comic books to know how important it is that these two identities stay away from each other. Spider-man's had problems with that and don't even get me started on Iron man. So of course I'll keep it a secret. I always wanted to find out your identities for myself, not for the public."

"B-But-… A-Aren't you-…", he stuttered before clearing his throat, "… Aren't you surprised it's been me?"

She stayed silent for a while. Her hands put just enough pressure on the bandage so that he felt comfortable and he closed his eyes as she began speaking again.

"Not really, no…", the girl finally said, shrugging lightly, "I've suspected it shortly after you became Chat Noir already. I even edited photos of you, drawing a cat suit on you. It-… I dunno, but it stuck with me. And then the last months, when you reacted so completely different than anyone else and-… Gradually, as your health became worse and so on… It became more and more undeniable that you must be the same boy who's been running himself ragged and who's been fighting to the point of a breakdown since-…"

They both hesitated at the wordless reminder of what happened a few months ago. The silence weighed heavy on them so she quickly continued.

"Well, and when somehow Adrien and Chat Noir took turns today and-… And when you were about to run towards the fight-… That was crucial for me. All I needed was your confirmation, that was your look right before storming off. Then I knew for sure."

The boy gulped and nodded, feeling her finishing wrapping his head in the bandage and then taking his hand. He looked down to see her fingers ghosting over his ring.

"Well, now that I know for sure it's kinda-… Obvious. Why you reacted like this. And how you must be suffering under this like nobody else…"

He sighed and shrugged, keeping his hand relaxed so that she could inspect the ring.

"You tell me about it.", a high voice suddenly said and Alya recoiled, jumping back against the door with a bang. Plagg floated out of his jacket, crossing his tiny paws, "He's been whining about that for months."

Adrien bit his lip as he saw Alya's chest heaving up and down in panic, her eyes fixated on the Kwami. For her it must be a giant shock. Her voice died in her throat and her gaze jumped from the black cat to his holder, some unintelligible sounds escaping from her lips.

"Uhm, Alya, that's Plagg. He's a Kwami. He's providing me the power to transform. Plagg, that's-"

"I know, I know. That reporter girl."

"Her name's Alya, Plagg. Behave."

His Kwami merely shrugged before turning back to Alya, a grin, playing around, letting his whiskers jump a little.

"So you figured my kid out, huh? Respect. Not man mortals can see so well through the magic."

Alya's hand slowly reached for the door handle but Adrien acted before she could do anything, ducking through underneath Plagg and grabbing her shoulders, locking their gazes together.

"Hey, are you okay? You were so fine with me as Chat, why are you freaking out now?"

"W-Well-…", she tried, "F-For one that's a floating cat, two it can speak and three, what the frikkin-…"

She choked on air as Plagg moved next to Adrien's head, tilting his head.

"I-… I guess that-… Makes it a bit more-… Uh-… Real?", she slowly calmed down again the longer she kept her gaze on the Kwami, obviously getting used to this, "And, uhm-… I didn't expect it, that's all."

Adrien nodded, letting go of her again so she could straighten up again, stepping to the sink and letting cold water splash into her face by cupping her hands and bringing them up. When she was done she already looked a lot better.

"O-Okay, I can deal with that. Hi, uhm-…"

"Plagg.", Adrien helped her out as she held out a hand to the Kwami.

"Hi, Plagg. I'm Alya.", the Kwami took her index finger and winked at her.

"You know, you could've been some good chosen as well. I like you.", he said and Adrien's jaw fell open as Alya grinned back.

"Me as Chat Noir? That would've been cool. But I doubt I would've been as good as Adrien. I think you're better off with him."

The two chatted a bit more before Adrien finally found his voice again, unbelievingly looking back and forth between them.

"You're being nice to her?!", he choked out, his incredulous gaze locked on his Kwami, "You're never nice!"

Plagg merely shrugged and grinned as Alya laughed.

"I have a few sides on me that you don't know, kid."

Adrien just so managed a pout before the other two continued with their conversation again.