Marinette puffed out her cheeks as laid half way under her Chaise longue. For the past fifteen to twenty minutes she had been trying to find things around her room to help restore some of her memories. So she started high and finished low, being why she was under her chaise lounge now. Leaving out a sigh she slowly crawled back out, sitting back as she dusted off her stomach. So far she had found a few albums, some class photos, a journal, and lots of pictures of Adrien. Yet so far not a single thing helped restore even a minute of her lost time.

Turning back she glanced at the pile of things she had started in the middle of her room. A tired sigh escaped her lips as she stared at it with dashed hopes. She had been so sure something would have triggered a memory but nothing did. Even when she stared as hard as she could at the pictures not a single memory came to mind. Even after reading her journal she couldn't remember even writing such things.

Now she was sure nothing in the pile would help her restore her memory. Sure she was able to collect a lot in such little time but most of it was just pictures of Adrien, who she was now assuming was a model. She wasn't sure what the two of them had going but it was pretty awkward to have so many pictures of him all over her room. Heck, she even found one under her pillow. Leaving out a worn out and defeated moan she stretched her body across the floor, finally giving up. That was till she heard a knock coming from her bedroom door.

"Come in." she called out. The door was pushed open and soon the girl from the hospital popped up, standing half way through the doorway. "Oh, Alya right?" Marinette asked with a light smile. Rubbing the back of her head. She felt a little happy to see her, almost excited in an odd way. When she hit the sore spot in the back of her head she winced, dropping her hand but never letting her smile falter.

"Hey, hey Mari! I know it's late and you're probably tired..." Alya started as she stepped fully into the room, shutting the door behind her. "I just wanted to come over and check on how you were doing. I didn't think they would leave you out of the hospital so soon, but I guess I was wrong huh?" She laughed as she made her way over to her best friend. Marinette slowly nodded her head, shifting her gaze from the girl to the pile in the middle of the floor.

"Yeah, they wanted to do more tests, a lot more tests, but no matter how many they did they couldn't find anything wrong with my head. Seeing as I didn't have anything physically wrong with my brain, they couldn't legally keep me there without my parents permission. Of course they wanted to bring me home as soon as possible and when they gave them the option they took it. So now I'm back home, snug as a bug in a rug~." Marinette chimed happily. "They didn't want me to leave but my parents insisted I would be safe here at home. They didn't want me spending another night away from home, locked away in some hospital room. So they decided to bring me home and I quote. 'Feed you like a person, not like a wounded animal.' At least that's what papa said." She finished with a chuckle. Alya couldn't help but laugh with her at her words.

"Yeah sounds like your parents alright." She said as she walked over to the small pile of things laying in the middle of the room. Raising an eyebrow she pointed to it. "You trying to remember something?" She asked. Marinette nodded her head as she scooted closer to the pile, biting her bottom lip as she stared at it.

"Yeah, but all I can find are some class photos, a journal with nothing important in it, and a lot of pictures of Adrien. Mostly pictures of Adrien..." She muttered as she picked up a stack of photo's of the boy. "Question, did I like him or something? What did I like about him? He seems like an everyday normal guy, but then again he also looks like some model..." Marinette sighed before turning to look up to her friend. Alya couldn't hide the shock on her face as she stared down at her.

"Oh, Adrien?" She asked leaving out a semi awkward laugh. "Yeah girl, you loved him. You guys are like my OTP, my ship, I need to see it sailed, but he's rather oblivious to your feelings. I tried to convince you to ask him out, but you could never say what you wanted to say. It always came out like you were speaking like Yoda or something." Alya summed up, her hands moving with every word that left her mouth. Marinette nodded as she watched her friends dramatic movements. "It was cute to be honest. Yet, he was always so clueless as to how you really felt. It was a love story I wanted to see a happy ending too." Alya chuckled.

"I see, So I did like him... I guess that explains why I have so many pictures of him. Alright, well that's one thing you helped me clear up." Marinette smiled. "I have so many questions that I need answered, but I also know I shouldn't push myself to much... As much as I want to ask you question after question I just..." she slowly trilled off as she lowered her head in defeat. "I just need to take my time. So please be patient with me Alya." tears stung at her eyes as she said that. She hated to make everyone wait but she knew she couldn't force herself either.

"It's okay Mari." Alya said as she sat next to her, softly resting her hand on top of her friends head. Marinette glanced up to her before she was pulled into a soft hug, one that was warm and filled with love. "Take your time. There is no need to rush perfection, I'll help you in what ever way I can. Till then just stick by my side and I'll guide you in the right direction." She whispered. Marinette's eyes went wide at her words, warm tears spilling from her eyes.

Here she was unable to recall anything with this girl who claimed to be her best friend. Yet, she was so patient and understanding. She was truly a great best friend and Mari hatted that she couldn't recall a single memory with her. It pained her to know her best friend is fighting so hard to stay in her life, when she can't even remember her. This was something Marinette would never trade, even for the world. She was finally able to call someone her true best friend.

"Thank you..." Marinette whispered back. Closing her eyes she snuggled closer to her friend, letting her head rest on her shoulder as tears fell freely from her eyes.

"Don't cry Mari, it's okay." Alya said as she held her closer, sinking farther against the floor. "I'm not going any where. I'll be right here by your side, no matter what you need. I'll answer all your questions and bring you back to the surface when the water gets to rough. You can depend on me Marinette. That's what BFF's are for, girl." Alya stated with a smile. Marinette could only nod her head slowly, sobs shaking her body at her friends kind words.

After the tears had stopped and Marinette had calmed down Alya left for the night. She made sure Marinette knew how to contact her and told her that no matter what time of day she would always answer. Marinette was thankful for that and made sure Alya knew she was. Of course she always got a 'No problem' or 'It's cool Mari' from her, but she knew Alya was just as happy to have her best friend back as she was.

Still sitting on the floor Marinette took another look around her room. She had wondered if she had missed something, something that would help her at least get one minute of her memories back. She was begging her brain to think, to help her find something, anything to help. Leaving out a defeated sigh she lowered her head. She was tired, she was in pain, her eyes were burning, she just wanted to sleep and remember everything.

Getting up from her spot she headed for the steps that led up to her bed. It was calling for her, begging her to snuggle into it's warm sheets and sleep off the pain. Smiling to herself she crawled into it snuggling into it's softness. Everything in her body seemed to relax. Shoving her head into the pillow she left out a happy sigh. Her body felt light, so relaxed, so pleased with her decision to sleep.

"Marinette!" A high pitched voice screamed from the darkness. Marinette sat up in her bed, her heart pounding in her chest. Glancing around she noticed her room was dark, telling her the sun had yet to rise. Panting she tried to calm her breathing. She didn't know what was happening but she felt as if something was missing. She wasn't sure what it was but she knew it was gone and she missed it dearly.

"I don't understand..." she whispered to herself. Moving to the end of her bed she took a look around her room. She felt as if she was going crazy, hearing a voice when she was alone in her room like this. Had it been a memory trying to form? She lifted her hand to her ear, feeling the two holes in them before leaving out a tired sigh, letting her hand drop back to her lap.

Sitting back in the middle of her bed she took a breath, glancing once again around her room. She waited and waited for the voice to speak again but when it didn't and her eyes became heavy for sleep she decided to give in. Curling back into bed she snuggled up against her still warm sheets, wondering who the voice belonged too. Laying there for a few minutes she finally started to slip back into the warm darkness of sleep.

"Please, wake up."

A/N: I know it's short, but the next one will be longer. I just wanted to write short chapter between Alya and Mari. I promise the next chapter will be worth the wait! So R and R everyone!

(Updated on 10/27/18)