Walking down the hall towards the conference room where they needed to be, Ladybug felt certain things were familiar.

Like, in the first elevator, the light on the button for the second floor was burnt out. She remembered the W from the washroom sign had fallen off, and taken a whole month to be fixed. And that the 3rd elevator was the only one that went all the way up to the top floor, the others stopping at the 11th.

Before rounding the corner at the end of the hall, she knew there would be a desk there, with an aloe plant In a pink Polka dotted pot. She knew what the view looked like from the set of windows at the end of the hall. And she knew if she had turned left instead of right at the end of the hall, there was a corner office with floor to ceiling windows on two sides, and a black overstuffed armchair that faced the view, with a fuzzy pink throw always handy.

It made her uneasy to remember, but she was sure that had probably been her office.

But instead, they turned right. There were three doors in this hall. One with a plaque on the door labeled Gabriel Agreste, one with a small sign beside it stating conference room M. Since the other was unmarked, she assumed it was either a washroom or a supply closet.

They made their way to the conference room door, and she felt the urge to run. Run and never look back!

But that was ridiculous thinking! This was her work! Where she supposedly lived and breathed!

She pushed the urge down, and followed a little slower, as Chloe tossed open the door, announcing her presence, Chat just behind her.

"Your late," she heard a voice state coldly from Inside the room. It sent a shiver down her spine.

"Yes, yes, I know. It certainly wasn't my fault. But It couldn't be helped!" Chloe was telling the occupants.

"It's not every day that yours truly brings in your beloved apprentice," was stated in a teasing tone, just as Marinette froze in the doorway to the room.

The man had been standing at the head of the conference table, facing the doorway holding a mug of what she assumed was coffee. As he looked up, she saw him freeze. And almost in slow motion, watched his mug fall from his fingers, smashing into the edge of the table, shattering, and spilling coffee all over his red pants and white suit coat.

Horrified grey eyes met startled blue, as they continued to stare at each other, both frozen.

He didn't look like Chat.

She wasn't sure why that was the only thing that ran through her head in that moment, but it was.

The next was a shiver that ran down her spin. Like someone had came and rubbed a particularly slimy and wet ice cube down her back. She tried not to let the reaction Show too much. This was supposed to be her boss!!

Suddenly, people were all moving at once. A woman in a blue suit and a red streak in her hair rushed forward with a cloth, trying to stop the flow of liquid all over the floor and the man. Adrien had jumped forward, picking up the jagged pieces of the mug so nobody cut themselves. And Chloe fluttered around uselessly, telling the other woman how she missed a spot here. And there.

But the man, Gabriel, she assumed, was still stock still, staring at her.

She took a few Steps into the room, and rubbed one of her arms. She had suddenly broken out in tiny goosebumps.

Why wasn't he saying anything?! His silence, and apparent shock, were slowly eating away at her nerves. Would he remember her? Was this all a mistake? Had Chloe lied to her, even though she hadn't felt any deception from her at all?

Then, "Marinette?!" he whispered, reverently. "What - How- Where-" Gabriel couldn't seem to get out a solid question.

But his bumbling gave Ladybug - she still thought of herself as that, since she didn't really remember being Marinette- the confidence to speak up.

"I have no idea." she stated, just loud enough for him to hear. "I've been with Chat - I mean Adrien- ever since I was released from the hospital."

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Adrien watched his father flounder. He opened his mouth, then would close it without saying anything. Open his mouth again, just to shut it without a word. This had not been the reaction he had expected!

He thought his father would be overjoyed to have her back! And not missing - how had he missed that?! - according to Chloe!

Instead, he almost seemed, worried? Scared? Or was that just shock?

Finally taking pity on his father, Adrien walked back over to LB, gently taking her hand and slowly drawing her into the room.

Turning to his father, "I was in the children's hospital when one of the nurses mentioned LB and her amnesia. So I went to see her. I hadn't ever met Marinette before, so I had no idea she was your apprentice!"

He could feel her hand shaking in his, so Adrien linked his fingers with hers and squeezed lightly, until she glanced at him.

When a small smile graced her lips, Adrien turned back to his father and continued.

"She had a few pretty severe knocks to the head-hence the amnesia- and quite a few scratches and bruises. And was out for about 3 days straight. The one time she came to, she went into a panic, not know where she was, so they gave her some sedative. But otherwise was perfectly fine. And thankfully woke up not quite so violently! So after 2 weeks, they didn't know what else to do. I said she could come home with me."

His father's jaw tensed while he was talking. He couldn't help that. It's not like he could read his father's mind to know she had been missing! But he kind of wished he could read his father's mind now.

Why wasn't he saying anything?! Doing anything?! At their last meeting, his father had seemed extremely concerned that he hadn't heard from her. Now he didn't know what to say?!

As if his thoughts reached across the room, Gabriel suddenly unfroze, but continued to ignore the shattered cup, or his assistant mopping up coffee around him.

"Marinette, my dear, it is so good to have you back!"

"I'm not back" she insisted quickly.

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Thanks everyone for keeping up with me on this!

And thank you for all of the reviews!

It's always great to hear feedback!

In one of them, it's mentioned how amnesia stories can be filled with so much drama, and your totally right, and i hate that too! But I also don't like when there isn't any drama, and everything just meanders along, everything happy go lucky and calm.

Which was why I was striving for only a little but of drama!

And another review had their 3 possibilities, and one of them was just a little too close to where I was heading, so naturally I had to change it up ;) can't be too predictable!