(A/N) It's here as promised.

I had some fun with this chapter so I hope you like it, was a bit stumped at the start but managed to weave it in with what I wanted to happen at the end.

I hope you Enjoy...

Wham!

A loud clunk echoed into the night as the broom stick made contact between chat's feline ears.

This was not how he pictured his quiet night to turn out.

"Chat Noir, I'm so sorry!" A gasp was heard followed by a clang when the object of interest hit the ground.

Chat managed to keep a grip on the side of Marinette's balcony, his claws digging into any cracks or bumps the old building accumulated over the years.

He could feel the egg on his head grow, a pulsating pain now going through every inch of his brain causing now a migraine to form.

A clawed hand went up to the spot that had somehow hurt more then he thought it could, rubbing the now obvious bump that was beginning to cut through his thick blonde hair.

Why him, why his luck?

"Chat? A-are you... okay?" Marinette cautionally asked, her hands stretched out but unsure in where to put them.

Looking up at the girl, her figure came into view. The concerned look on her face followed by her flush red cheeks made Chat furrow his mask. She didn't look well, much like how Ladybug looked only moments ago.

Was there a bug going around?

"Chat? Say something!" Her voice was worried and fearful.

"B-bug!" He replied in a daze.

Marinette jumped slightly by the mention of her alter-ego, fearing he had figured her out. "W-what?" Startled she squeaked.

"Ummm... ugh!" Chat rubbed his head again, closing his eyes briefly to focus on what he wanted to come out of his mouth. "I mean, y-you got a bug... in your hair."

The bluenette yelped, patting her head frantically to get whatever thing made its way onto her hair.

Chat saw amusement in the way Marinette jumped around like a crazy person, managing to get up on her railing and chuckling to himself.

Laughter made most of the pain fade away.

The bug finally fell onto the ground, making the bluenette jump back and shake in disgust. "Gross!" She stuck her tounge out and continued to pat her head to make sure it was the only thing that was there.

He continued to laugh.

"It's not funny!" She piped, getting angry at the black cladded hero. "I will whack you again." Marinette warned.

Chat put his gloved hands out in front of him, trying to suck in the laughter and defend himself at the same time.

"Okay, okay. Calm down Princess." Tears of joy pricked his eyes, biting his bottom lip so he didn't start bursting in hysterics again. "You got to admit, it was pretty funny."

Marinette picked up the broom, sending the feline a warning she was being serious, but her sickness made her facial expression soften, not looking anywhere as serious as her body was currently showing.

That triggered him, not able to hold it in any longer he crack up, almost falling off the railing. "P-please stop-p! Your k-killing me!"

Her face tried to show anger but to no avail could she hold it. Sharing the same laughter he was letting out into the quiet air.

Strain coughing was heard, followed by Marinette collapsing on her knee's. Laughter came to a halt, Chat realising in that instant she was struggling to breathe.

"Marinette? Are you okay?" He was by her side within a second, her hand gripping his as she tried to take steady breath's between each cough.

After awhile she shook her head, letting him know she was still struggling. Another set of barking came from her throat, her breathing sounding more scratchy then before.

Chat wasn't sure in what to do, how to help. He couldn't just go down into her house and help himself to her medicine cabinet.

Her father would grab him by the tail and chuck him out for sure. Even if he didn't see him he wouldn't know where to look for the stuff.

Her grip tighten around his hand, her forehead fell on his shoulder. Chat froze for a moment, only to relax and place his clawed hand on her back, rubbing big circles to soothe her.

"I'm sorry." Marinette managed to peep after a few moments.

By then Chat rested his chin on the top of her head, placing himself more comfortably on the ground. She was half lying on him by that stage, moving her head onto his chest.

Chat shook his head softly, feeling the strands tickle his chin. "Don't be sorry for feeling sick, Princess. It's not your fault."

Her body shifted, pushing off the comfort of his suit, she could feel the cool breeze hit her skin where once warm leather sat.

"Not about that." Blue orbs were wide but bloodshot. "I'm sorry I hit you with that broom."

His eyes soften at her, green popping through his black mask. He pulled her in, holding her close to his chest as her body cradled in his arms.

"I'll be fine." He chuckled lightly. "I am a superhero after all. I can take a good beating, even from a Civlian who can somehow match an akuma's strength."

Her head tilted up at him giving him an annoyed look. "Way to make me feel worse."

Grip got a little tighter around her. "You should feel privileged. Your strong Marinette, much stronger then you think."

Sighing she snuggled back into his chest, accepting the compliment from her cladded partner. She wasn't going to argue with him when she felt like her body was dying.

That would be saved for another day.

The night proceeded and Chat sat on the hard ground of Marinette's balcony as the bluenette rested on him. A purr resonating from his chest, relaxing both Marinette and himself.

Her breathing had steadied, her body had gotten heavy. Falling perfectly into the crook of his neck, her nose lightly brushed his bell, making little jingle noises every so often.

She had fallen asleep.

Chat didn't want to move her but the hard surface was really causing cramps in places he never thought were possible.

His hands snaked their way under Marinette's knee's and behind her back, scooping her up into a bridal hold and making his way down the trap door into Marinette's room.

Placing her on the bed, her mouth slightly gaped, a light snore rumbled from her throat. He stared at her smiling for a breif moment before shifting away from her body.

Chat notice her bed was full of tissues, the soft light paper scrunched up everywhere on top of her doona and near her pillow.

He wasn't going to let her sleep in this mess.

Looking around her room in the dead of night, he managed to find her little trash bin on her floor near her computer desk.

Jumping down, his boots were silent as they hit the carpet. The monitor was the only light that was glowing in the room but Chat didn't seem to care. Night vision already picked up where he was in the very pink space.

Clawed hand reached for the small trash can, picking it up with ease. He paused though, noticing another piece of paper scrunched up beside it, only this one was much thicker with familar writing scribbled around it.

Chat wasn't one to snoop into other people's business, but something about this really drew him in, wanting to know what was inside.

He picked up the paper, slowly unfolding it so it didn't make much noise but to his luck every pull sounded like a loud crunch echoing through the room.

Marinette groaned, turning on her side away from Chat's view. That made the feline hero to freeze on the spot, like a scared cat with his hair sticking up at all ends.

Once the movement had stopped he continued, deciding it was best if he opened it up faster this time.

The first line popped out at him like a sore thumb, the familar hand writing, the constant scribbles when words didn't match.

It was his poem he written out for Ladybug.

He was dreaming, he must of been dreaming. There was no way Marinette had that in her possession, he threw it out. He threw it in the trash at school.

At school!

Blood drained from his face as pieced everything together.

Marinette was the one who written him that responds, had pour as much heart and soul into her reply as he put into his peom. It was nothing new knowing Marinette liked him but for this long?

Sitting down at her desk chair he placed his hands over his face, trying to hold in a groan that wanted to escape him.

It had hit him and hard.

He had put Marinette through so much more pain then he thought. Dragging her along to dates with Kagami, making her pour her heart and soul out to him at the wax museum only to laugh about it like it was a joke, the constant stuttering.

It was all there, smacking him in the face for so long and he was too stupid to see the signs.

Now she thought the poem he written out was based on her, was meant for her.

She even kept the damn thing and sent him a reply only for him to push it aside and actually think it was Ladybug all this time.

What was he thinking?

Even when he had clued on it was the same handwriting he still pushed it onto the back burner.

He could now picture Plagg laughing at him for being so oblivious to all of this. Oh how he wasn't looking forward to detransforming now.

Chat's feline ears swivled when movement was heard behind him. A book fell from Marinette's shelf, making the hero jump at the sound.

The computer screen lit up when his elbow jolted and hit the mouse. A bright light lit up the room making Chat squint his eyes at the screen.

What was he seeing?

Hearts surrounding his cilvian face were all over the desktop. Nearly all the modelling pictures from Magazines and some even Alya had taken where plastered all over Marinette's computer.

Chat's face couldn't get much redder.

What didn't make sense was those photos were now gone from her walls, the only proof they had exsisted was the old sticky tape still stuck onto the pink wallpaper.

What was next? A schedule of his every movement under her bed?

Another book fell off the shelf behind him, turning Chat's attention back on what had startled him in the first place.

His feline eyes couldn't pick up anything so he went to suss it out, only to stiffen when Marinette shifted in her sleep again.

That was his cue to go, he didn't want to be caught or wake up the bluenette after she had been coughing her lungs out for goodness knows how long into the night.

He had done enough snooping for his own good and he didn't think he could take anymore unexpected surprises tonight.

Quickly cleaning up the tissues, Chat placed her bin at the end of her bed, away from her feet.

He didn't want her creating more mess by kicking it over, especially if she was going to wake up worse then she was the night before.

A small snore was all that was heard from the girl, smiling down at her as a little drool ran down her cheek and into her hair.

Why was he smiling?

He shook the though out of his head and leant down a placed a soft kiss to her forehead. She smiled in her sleep at the sudden affection making Chat wonder if she actually felt what he had done.

If he was being honest with himself he did like Marinette. Something about her made him light up an unknown feeling from within and seeing her at her worse made him appreciate her even more.

Even if he was oblivious to those feelings.

Chat turned and in the corner of his eye notice the only pictures on her wall were now on her pin board.

The smile on his face widen when he went through each photo of their class and group photos of their friends but when he caught the photo of Luka and her pulling faces followed by a photo of him and Ladybug, his masked creased into a frown.

He rememberd she had picked Luka that day at the zoo and his heart still belong to Ladybug.

Who was he kidding, she wouldn't like him now. That's why she had chucked out his poem and had ripped down all the photos.

Luka was now in her life and doing something he failed to do; to look after her and care for her. Instead he made a fool out of her and caused her pain.

Taking a steady breath, Chat turned and made his way up through the trap door and onto her balcony.

He turned back to face where he had came from one last time before bounding off on his staff into the night.

If Luka made Marinette happy then he had to accept that and not interfere in her life anymore.

(A/N) 2200 Words

Shaz Out...