The sky is a cotton candy pink tonight as Ladybug and I are on patrol. Well, I'm watching the city while she dozes across my lap. Yesterday we went to a carnival and it was so much fun. I still can't believe she convinced me to go into the duck tank with all that water, but she told me she'd get me a rubber duck that was extra squeaky. I know by next week it will be probably be hidden away somewhere, because those this drive her crazy. I won her a stuffed koala she named Olive, and she loves snuggling with her.

She sighs peacefully her sleep, mumbling softly. "Your turn, Kitty, and I know I'm going to beat you," she says. That's my girl, always competitive. Though she is a gracious loser, and usually accepts defeat nicely.

Suddenly, her eyelids start fluttering and I look down at her. "Bugaboo?" I ask softly, as she begins to thrash around. "No, I can't. Why did you have to ruin a perfect memory moment? I can't tell him because I'm scared. Rejection hurts so much-" Before I can analyze that, Ladybug sits up suddenly, and claps a hand to her mouth. "Gonna be sick," she tells me, then jumps down from the building.

I watch her dash around the corner, down the ladder to the sewers. Climbing down quickly, I find her heaving over the water, vomit pouring from her mouth. My heart goes out to her. Being sick is one thing, but vomiting is the worst. "Go away!" she squeaks, trying to shove me aside. "You don't need to see this!" I just rub her back and hold her hair away from her face, until the heaves subside. She looks up at me, a sheen of sweat glistening on her forehead. "I'll get you to apartment," I say, lifting her gently into my arms. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I walk around to our small apartment that we share down here. The flu is going around, at least at school, so it is possible Ladybug caught it when we had a akuma attack there yesterday.

I carry her into the bedroom, throwing back the sheets and setting her down. "I'll make you some tea," I whisper, and lean forward to kiss her forehead. She sighs.

I make a cup of her favorite tea and carry it back into the bedroom. "Cat?" she whispers as I set the steaming mug on the nightstand, waiting for it to cool. "Thanks for helping me. I had a bad dream, and then I got sick," she says. Her bluebell eyes looked troubled. "Do you want to talk about it?" She hesitates, then nods. "Can we snuggle as we talk?" Again, she nods, and she shifts over, and I pull her into my arms. She quiet for a minute, and I wonder if she's changed her mind.

"We were on the roof of the Eiffel Tower playing cards," she begins a smile on her face, "and we were being competitive as usual. Then your color started to leech away, until you were pure white, a white cat with blue eyes. He asked me if I had told you about him, and I said no-" she breaks off and shivers. "Kitty, his eyes were crazy looking," and she hides her face in my chest.

I rock her back and forth as she shivers, trying to calm her down. They say action is when you move fast and act quickly, but it can also mean just being their for your partner, loving them.

"I'm sorry you had a nightmare love," I tell her, but she cuts me off. "No, Cat! Its every night I have have nightmares. That's why I've been a bit quiet and irritable lately. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, and I'm glad you told me. I'm here for you, and I will always be here for you. I heard the last part of the dream you were talking about rejection. Are you scared that I won't love you when we take off the masks?"

Her face is pale and she grips my hand tightly. "I don't want to lose you, but I'm different under the mask. You'd just walk away."

"Even in your darkest night,

I will be here when you look towards the light.

Look for the glowing green eyes and gentle smile,

and a golden bell on the collar."

She's so confident and brave, but even she has weakness just as we all do. "I'm ready for the tea now," she tells me, and I hand it to her. "Your not still feeling sick are you?" I ask, placing a hand on her cheek. "No. I don't like nightmares, but I'm glad I told you, Kitty." "I learn more about you each day, and it makes grow closer."

"I'm going to hide your duck, by the way," she smiles at me, and she looks like my Lady again. "I just got it!" "You could hear the squeaking across Paris! I'm surprised no one got akumatized over it!" and we both get a case of the giggles.

I make dinner that night as she rests, I think she might be a bit under the weather. After dinner, I read her stories and she holds my hand as she listens.

When we part ways for night, she kisses my cheek, telling me she'll see me tomorrow. I sit on the roof of a building, staring up at moon. A white cat that looks like me, did that actually happen?

The moonlight shines down on me strongly, turning me a white color, like the cat from Ladybug's dream.

I'm a little kitty on a roof all alone without his lady. A thought strikes me like a bolt of lighting. Ladybug said this wasn't the first nightmare she's had about the white cat, does that mean it happened and I got akumatized?

When she is ready to tell me, I'll be there to listen, tonight was just one small piece of the puzzle.