A/N: Hey guys! I've been so hyped because of the new episodes from Season 2! Unfortunately, school and exams have been my main priority now so I couldn't write anything up. Tomorrow is my last exam in math so I hope that goes well. At the end of this week I should be free to write again :)

ANSWERS TO REVIEWS:

Unfound name: haha Don't worry about that, it's partly because the prompts are like that and partly because poor Chat is suffering enough in the series, but I plan on evening out the playing field once I write up the rest of the prompts :)

Kzee126: Really? Thank you! I actually toyed with the idea of writing a Part 2 to that story but planed to ask you and the rest if anyone would be interested in a Part 2 to "Fangs Bared, Claws Out". :3

Rating: T (implied death)

Question: Would anyone be interested in a Part 2 of "Fangs Bared, Claws Out"? Tell me your thoughts via PM, e-mail or review please! :)

Enjoy!

Falling

He felt the biting wind as it whipped past him and whooshed in his ears, he felt him reaching behind his back to grab at his baton, only for his frantic fingers to grasp at thin air.

He felt the almost weightless sensation as he continued falling or maybe he was soaring? He didn't know, everything around him was too much of a blur to make out.

And then a hand.

It was Ladybug, reaching out to him.

Why was she here? They'd been fighting that akuma just now, was he in danger? Why did she look so scared? Was she falling? Was he falling?

He didn't know, but on instinct he extended his hand out to her as much as he could and with another wave of dizziness hitting him, her image was replaced.

It was Marinette, familiar blue eyes shining with the same concern his lady bestowed him with only moments before.

He didn't know what was going on, he didn't know if he was in danger or if this was an illusion from the akuma.

He reached his hand out to her and he realized.

She didn't take his hand.

She couldn't.

She wasn't falling.

He was the one falling.

And when the realization sunk in, the biting cold had already enveloped him and suffocated him, stealing breath from his lungs as he desperately clawed to get to the surface.

He couldn't see Marinette or his lady anymore and his worry skyrocketed, his actions growing more frantic.

All he saw was a blur of black and red and blue.

And then he saw nothing.

Short little sad fic! T_T For those who are a bit confused: The akuma caught Chat/Adrien in an illusion in the middle of the fight and Ladybug detransformed right before she could reach him to grab his hand.