AN: Unlike the other "Patrol Logs" before now, this one didn't actually come from a random number generated prompt. This takes place after "Guys' Day Out," in which Luka and Ivan learned each other's identities.

To Butterfly: It's so much fun to show these kinds of adorable stories with the heroes, especially "Ivan the Giant Teddy Bear"!

Viperion arrived at the meeting place a little early for patrol and sat down on the steps of the Trocadéro, plucking his lyre quietly. The night was still, warm for late fall but with a hint of the coming winter on the air. He frowned in contemplation and shifted his fingers on the instrument. This particular run had been giving him fits for a week, and he had hoped the miraculous lyre might give him a better idea of how to translate what he heard in his mind into something he could hear with his ears.

"That sounds pretty," Multiplice observed, appearing in front of him. "A new song?"

"It's one I've been working on for a couple weeks," he acknowledged. "It's not quite ready yet, though. Maybe tonight will be the inspiration I need to finish it!"

"If that's the case, I can't wait to hear it this weekend!" Multiplice grinned cheekily.

Viperion returned her smile. "I take it Ivan told you, then?"

She nodded. "Of course. We don't really have secrets."

"A good policy," he agreed. "I don't think I could keep something like that from Kagami – at least not now." He affixed the lyre to its spot on his back and stood up, stretching his arms and shoulders as he did so. "Shall we?"

"Ready when you are!" she chirped excitedly.

Viperion led the way north from the park, starting a wide circuit around the outer ring of the city. Multiplice kept pace with him easily as they raced across rooftops.

"I still can't believe we were all heroes together all this time and I didn't realize it!" Multiplice giggled. "I mean, I thought it was possible, of course – there are only so many people Marinette and Adrien would trust with a miraculous – but still!"

Viperion smiled to himself as he sidestepped a TV antenna and ran across the telephone line connecting two buildings. He couldn't exactly argue with her, knowing them as he did. Of course they would trust their friends above anyone else to fight alongside them, first against Hawk Moth and then against all the other villains that kept appearing in Paris and beyond. And that meant the odds of knowing all the miraculous users were somewhat higher than you would expect otherwise.

They had just crossed into the ninth arrondissement when Viperion's eye was drawn to a bright orange glow several blocks west of them.

"What is that?" Multiplice asked, pointing in the same direction.

Viperion furrowed his brows suspiciously. "Not sure, but we'd better check it out." With Multiplice following close behind him, he turned in that direction and put on a burst of speed, covering the distance in a matter of moments. As they approached he could see smoke rising from the glow, shadows dancing in the light. His eyes widened. "Fire!" A moment later they were on the roof of the closest apartment building, staring down at the flickering flames coming from a three-story building. Two windows had shattered under the heat, flames and smoke billowing from that apartment. A small crowd had gathered in the street just outside, where a trio of fire trucks had stopped and the firefighters had begun laying down hoses.

The two heroes dropped off the building's roof and ran up to the captain. "What can we do, sir?" asked Viperion briskly.

"We're starting with containment," the captain explained quickly, pointing to the buildings on either side. "These old buildings could all go up at once if we're not careful! I put in the request already for another company to respond, but they're not here yet. I have men knocking on doors to clear them out just in case. Another group went in to search this one, but it's slow going."

"Right." Viperion twisted his miraculous. "Second Chance!"

Viperion raced straight into the building, past a pair of firefighters working to break down the door of a ground-floor apartment. He ran headlong into the next door down, taking it off its hinges, only to find it empty. The next apartment was the same. In the final apartment on that floor he found two small children hiding in their closet. Leaving them for the moment, he climbed up the side of the building and smashed the window of the apartment directly above theirs. A torrent of flame poured out as oxygen reached the fire. Surprised, Viperion lost his grip on the windowsill and fell backward, resetting his Second Chance before he hit the ground.

On his second and third run-throughs, Viperion grabbed a facemask off the truck and searched the remaining floors of the apartment building and found two families on the second floor and another three trapped behind the fire on the third floor. Only when he had satisfied himself that no one else was hiding in the building did he reset the timer for the last time.

"Captain, have your men search the second floor," he instructed. The captain gave him a confused look. "You will find people in the two back apartments on the second floor, and two children in the last bedroom on the right on the first floor, hiding in the closet."

"But–"

"Do it now!" Viperion ordered, fire in his eyes. Without waiting for a response he grabbed the fire axe from behind the driver's seat in the fire truck and turned to Multiplice. "You're with me."

Multiplice jogged over to the building after him, calling over her shoulder, "Don't worry: we're professionals at this!"

Viperion took her jump rope, looped it around the windowsill of the center apartment on the top floor. Tugging it to make sure it was secure, he shimmied up, Multiplice following behind him, and used the axe to shatter the bedroom window. He crawled through, pushing the broken glass aside, and reached down to pull Multiplice in after him. "There are people in the living room of this apartment, and also in the two closest apartments." He hefted the axe and took a swing at the bedroom wall. "Get the people in this apartment and the one across the hall. I'll handle the other apartment."

Multiplice nodded and disappeared out the bedroom door while Viperion hacked through the wall, cutting out chunks of drywall to make a small opening before finally using his hands to pry it apart wide enough to fit through. He looked through the opening to find a small family of three staring back at him. "Right, everyone through the wall!" he ordered, waving them toward him. The husband handed their one-year-old to Viperion before helping his wife through and following himself. Viperion made a loop in the end of the jump rope, wrapped it around the wife, and lowered her and the child to the ground before doing the same with the husband. By then Multiplice had gathered the rest of the people on that floor, and the two heroes make quick work of lowering them to safety before they jumped to the ground themselves.

When they arrived back in front of the building the captain gave Viperion an evaluating look but nodded in appreciation. "Thanks," the captain told him. "The fire is starting to put off embers and we need to spray down the rest of the block just in case. I called in air support, but it won't be here for a while."

"I don't know that the two of us can help with that specifically," Viperion answered, frowning. Around them firefighters ran to get into position. He stepped back from the fire trucks, closer to the crowd, to stay out of the firefighters' way.

"Isn't fire simply magical?" a voice in the crowd whispered, so soft Viperion didn't think anyone else could have heard it. "So purifying. So cleansing."

Viperion turned to scan the crowd, but everyone he saw appeared focused on the building. Something about the tone of that voice had sent shivers down Viperion's spine, but he could not place it. But there was something dissonant in the tune.

"What are we going to do?" Multiplice asked, pulling his attention back to the present.

He shook his head, troubled. "I–I don't know. I–" Lightning flashed across the sky, followed instantly by a crack of thunder. Viperion smirked and looked up. "I think help just arrived."

Above the fire the lightning merged together and formed into Ryoku. As she started to fall from the sky, she drew her sword, twirled it around below her, and shouted, "Wind Dragon!" A gust of wind blew upward away from the fire, catching her and holding her aloft.

Viperion turned and ran down the street, shouting to the fire captain. "Open every fire hydrant on the block! Right now!" He kicked the top off the closest fire hydrant. Water gushed out in a geyser, but he didn't stop, racing down the street to the next one. The next hydrant burst open, and the street began to flood with water.

The fire captain stared at him in confusion. "What–?"

"Either you do it or she'll do it for you!" Viperion yelled as the firefighters rushed to open water mains on all sides.

Above his head Ryoku called, "Water Dragon!" The water pooling around Viperion's feet grew deeper, lapping at his calves, as he opened a third fire hydrant. He turned around just in time to watch all the water on the street collect together into a single massive tidal wave which Ryoku sent crashing down over the fire. Steam hissed as the water flash-evaporated, and she drew it back together into a cloud which poured rain down on the entire block. Although the fire continued to burn, the flames diminished substantially.

"No!" a voice shouted from somewhere closer to the fire. "The fire must continue! The Fire-Fly will not stand for this!"

Viperion turned just in time to see a woman in the middle of the crowd extend her arms, deploying a wing suit. A small jet on her back spat flames, and she took off into the air, aiming directly at Ryoku. A second burst of flame came from a tube she held in her hands, and Ryoku dropped ten meters in the air to avoid getting burned. The wind around her picked up, shooting her toward Fire-Fly. She raised her sword with a cry, spun to avoid a burst of flame, and slashed at Firefly's wing suit. Firefly shot her flamethrower downward to pick up speed and narrowly escaped Ryoku's attack. The apartment building flames grew higher.

Eyes wide, Viperion ran back to the fire, where Multiplice was staring up in shock. "Did you see when that Fire-Fly arrived?" Viperion asked her.

Multipice shook her head. "I–I think she was here the whole time!" She wrung her hands as the aerial battle continued while Ryoku fought to gain space to summon another wave of water to fully douse the fire. "She'll be okay, right? I mean, did you know she could fly like that?"

Viperion shook his head. "She can't fight the Fire-Fly and the fire at the same time, though!" His eyes widened as a burst of flame from Fire-Fly's flamethrower singed the tips of Ryoku's hair. "How do we help her?"

"We don't help her," Multiplice replied firmly. "I help her. Multitude!" In a flash of pink Multiplice disappeared to be replaced with a small number of miniature clones. The clones crawled up Viperion's legs to his shoulders and arms.

"How are you going to get up there?" Viperion demanded, not taking his eyes off of Ryoku and Fire-Fly.

Multiplice giggled. "Time to put your lyre to use: how's your aim?"

Viperion nodded and set his jaw. Pulling the lyre from its place on his back he held it up. One of the Multiplice clones crawled down his arm and lay across the lyre strings. "You're sure this won't hurt you if I miss?"

"Positive," she assured him. "It's physics."

"If you're sure…" Viperion drew the string back as far as he could and released, sending the clone shooting into the sky on a ballistic trajectory. Before the string had even stopped sounding, a second clone had replaced the first. Viperion kept firing until only a single Multiplice clone remained on his shoulder.

"About half of them missed," the remaining clone reported, whispering into his ear. "They landed just fine, though. The rest are all over this."

Ryoku suddenly swung her sword, and Viperion almost missed the trio of darker specks that flew off the sword tip and latched onto Fire-Fly's flamethrower. Ryoku dropped away from Fire-Fly into a controlled dive, caught another gust of air, and twirled her sword around. The water pooling on the street rushed into the burning building, extinguishing the remaining flames and submerging the bottom floor under a meter of water. Fire-Fly's jetpack sputtered and went out. The wind whistling upward around them suddenly stopped. Ryoku looked down and caught Viperion's eye for a moment, smiled, and closed her eyes, holding her arms out. Then she fell.

Viperion's heart stopped. He raced forward, leaping over the crowd of bystanders, the Multiplice clone hanging onto his hair to keep from falling off. "Come on, come on…" Viperion muttered, not taking his eyes off the falling form. She was almost level with the buildings' roofs, and he was still two buildings away. Twenty meters from the ground. Ten meters… Viperion put on a burst of speed, timed his jump, and leapt to catch her in his arms. Ryoku wrapped her arms around his neck, and his heart finally started beating again. "Don't scare me like that!" he chastised her, hugging her tightly to himself. "What if I hadn't been in time?"

"I knew you'd catch me," Ryoku whispered, leaning into his chest without opening her eyes. "I know you'll always catch me."

Well, that makes one of us… he thought. "Still, a head's up would have been appreciated."

The Multiplice clone giggled. "The two of you are just too cute!" She jumped off of Viperion's shoulder and merged in with the small crowd of other clones on the ground in front of them, returning to her normal size. Looping her jump rope around a streetlamp she tugged to make sure it was secure. "I'll check back on the fire and report in to let Turing know what happened if you want to get her home."

"Thanks, Mylène," Ryoku whispered, snuggling into Viperion's arms.