A/N: Hey guys! If you still have been with me (god bless you) you know what this means. The re-write is finished. I don't know what posting schedule I want to follow, maybe a chapter every two days or every week. I think I might post a new chapter every week. All chapters are updated. I would recommend reading everything from chapter one before you read this. Would make things less confusing and I would love your feedback on it. Anyway like I said, before you read this re-read the story if you can, totally recommend to!

Scotty slowly opened his eyes. They felt heavy and opened after the other. When he looked around his vision was blurred but soon cleared. He was in a room with wires and needles in his arms and machines around him. Little plastic bags contained clear and coloured liquids. He put 2 and 2 together and found out he was in a hospital. The door slowly opened and he in walked his mum. She had a small smile and her eyes looked relieved of stress, a glimmer of hope.

"How are you feeling, Scotty?"

"Um, my head hurts, but I'm okay." He sighed.

"That's good." Angela nodded. The door opened again and a young man with chestnut hair and blue eyes walked in.

"How are you feeling, bud?" He kneeled down and held the edge of the bed.

"My head hurts." Scotty repeated.

"That'll happen. The pain should fade in awhile, but if it doesn't within the hour just notify me or the doctor and we'll see what we can do. Now, if you're okay with it, I'd like to ask you some questions? Is that okay?" The nurse stood up. Scotty nodded.

"What's your full name?"

"Scott Cunningham."

"How old are you?"

"16."

"When were you born?"

"9th of July 2002."

"Thanks. We're keeping you in here for the night but you'll be able to leave tomorrow. You have a concussion and fractured ankle."

"Thank you, nurse... Jake." Scott read the name tag around Jake's neck.

"No problem, I hope you feel better." And the nurse left the room closing the door behind him. Scott looked under the blankets and could see that his right foot was in a cast.

"I fractured my ankle?" He asked his mum.

"Yeah, you have a few bruised ribs too." Angela smiled sadly.

"Bones can get bruised?" Scott asked smiling a bit. Angela chuckled and it was contagious and the room was filled with laughter. it was loud and it was nice but when it stopped it was replaced with whimpers and Scott looked at his mum to see she was crying.

"Mum?" Scott put his hand on top of Angela's and she looked up. He could see the tears rolled down her cheeks and he wiped them away. "Don't cry, you're okay." Scott tried to smile for his mum.

"It's not me, Scotty. Look at you, you're in a hospital bed with plastic wrapped around your foot."

"I think it's some type of foam." Scott suggested. Angela shook her head and smiled. She got up and slowly wrapped her arms around Scott. He rested his chin on her shoulder and sighed closing his eye. They stayed like that for a minute and Scott opened his eyes to see a movable table with a tray of food on it. He frowned and let go of Angela.

"Do I have to eat that?" He nodded to behind his mum signalling to the food. Angela looked behind her and chuckled.

"I guess not. I can get you something if you want?" Scott beamed.

"Really?" Angela nodded.

"What do you want?"

And that's how Angela agreed to buy her son some things from their favourite bakery. She opened the door and the little bell chimed alerting the cashier that there was a costumer.

"I'll be with you in a minute." A young female voice from somewhere in the bakery said. Angela waited patiently and looked through the glass that displayed the baked goods.

"How can I help you?" Angela heard and when she looked up she saw Marinette.

"Marinette?!"

"Angela! It's good to see you. How's Scotty?" Marinette leaned over the counter.

"He's good. He actually wanted me to get something for him." Marinette's face lit up and she walked over to the glass display of food.

"Sweet or savoury?" Marinette asked grabbing a paper bag and tongs.

"Two ham and cheese croissants, one chocolate muffin and one choc chip cookie." Angela replied. Marinette put both croissants in one bag and the muffin and cookie in another one.

"Here you go." Marinette said cheerfully handing Angela the bags.

"Thank you."

"So, is Scotty awake?"

"Yeah, he woke up earlier this morning and a nurse did a few check-ups on him. Nothing major, thank god." Marinette smiled more than looked down and fiddled with her apron. She then took a deep breath and looked at Angela.

"Would there be a chance I could see him?" Angela smiled.

"What about your job?"

"It's my parent's bakery plus my shift is almost over." Marinette said shyly.

"Then I guess we have no problem."

Angela waited as Marinette packed up and then they started their walk to the hospital. Marinette asked questions about Scotty and her. She learnt a lot of things. Scotty liked to play the guitar and paint. Angela was an art teacher. Marinette explained that she liked sketching and they laughed at stories they shared. Soon they reached the hospital and Angela knocked on the door before she opened it.

"Scott. Someone wants to see you." Anglea smiled at her son and for a minute Scotty panicked thinking it was his father but a girl walked into the room. His face of surprise didn't change. There stood a girl with midnight locks.

"Who are you?" Scotty asked, even though he already he had his theories.

"My name's Marinette. Heard you felt better." Marinette said with the kindest voice he has ever heard. Soothing and angelic like.

"I still have a headache."

"Still? I'll call for the nurse. Do you mind staying here?" Angela asked Marinette, her hand on her shoulder.

"Of course."

"Thank you." Angela rushed out of the room and closed the door. Marinette watched as she left and then looked back at Scotty.

"May I?" She gestured to the seat next to him.

"Sure." He shrugged. Marinette sat in the chair. She folded her hands and rested them in her lap.

"You're mum has said lovely things about you." The panic that Scotty once felt came back. What did his mum say? What did Marinette want? Why was she here?

"I don't know if you remember me but I helped you get to the hospital. You were pretty knocked up."

"Um, yeah." Scotty said stirring uncomfortably in the bed and wrapped his arms around himself. 'So she was the person who helped me.'

"You like painting?" Marinette asked. She had no idea what she was doing now she came to see if he was okay but now the conversation was slim and it was awkward.

"I guess." Scotty looked down at his lap.

"Can I ask you something?" Scotty asked still not meeting Marinette's eyes.

"Yeah."

"What do you want?" Scotty looked up at Marinette. Fear no more. She was amazed how he could change in split second. Sometimes that wasn't such a good thing.

"To see if you're okay." She answered immediately.

"Wanna hear something funny? When you found me I thought you were Ladybug." He didn't laugh or smile. It wasn't a joke.

"Wanna hear a secret?" Marinette asked. She could feel Tikki nudging her bag. Marinette wasn't smiling anymore and she leaned forward. Scotty leaned in, intrigued. The door opened, Angela and Jake walked in. Marinette stood up.

"Jake?"

"Oh, Marinette. Hey."

"Do you two know each other?" Scotty asked. Marinette turned to face him.

"Yeah, we do. Old friends." Marinette looked at Jake. "I believe you have a patient." She stepped back and stood next to Angela.

"How do you two know each other?" Angela spoke quietly.

"Oh, we go to the same school. He was only there for a programme before he left to become a nurse."

"I see. Goodman."

"Yeah, he is." They watched as Jake and Scotty interacted.

"Can you tell me where the source of the pain is?" Scotty pointed to the back of his head and Jake nodded. He stood up and walked over to the two woman.

"It seems the pain is from his stitches will have to have a doctor to see if there's something wrong. They may be infected." Angela immediately panicked.

"Is that bad?"

"Not so much. It just means we'll have to see how infected they are. If it's really bad he'll have to go into surgery."

"Okay." Jake walked back to Scotty Angela following behind.

"Hey, bud do you think you can stand?"

"Probably." Scotty got out of bed and Angela walked over to help him.

"I'm sorry Marinette." Angela apologised.

"Don't be. Make sure he get's taken care of. It was nice meeting you, Scotty."

"Back at 'ya."

"We need to catch up," Jake said.

"Absolutely." They all left the room and said goodbye. Marinette walked out of the hospital with a small smile and slight panic. 'He knows.'

Marinette walked home overthinking everything. Scotty knew she was Ladybug. Even though he said he thought she was, she could see that there was no hesitation in his theory. He looked so confident with his guess it scared Marinette. When she opened the door she opened her back and Tikki flew out.

"What did you do Marinette?!" Tikki said as loud as she could. Marinette could tell she was angry.

"I wasn't going to tell him!"

"Than what were you going to do?"

"I don't know. I was just entertaining him. What am I suppose to do Tikki? He knows I could see it. There was no doubt, he was so confident. What if he get's hurt?" She paced the empty apartment. Alya was out with Nino and Adrien. They were fixing up Nino's place so Adrien could move in and were organizing this and that. Marinette had work so she would meet up with them later.

"If he knows, other people can get hurt. If people knew who you were everyone could get hurt." Tikki explained.

"He hasn't told anyone. He's still in the hospital."

"What about when he get's out of the hospital?"

"Then we'll deal with that then. The police still haven't found his dad and I don't have a good feeling about that... Tikki spots on!"

"Mmm, it doesn't seem major. Nothing antibiotics can't fix." The doctor said. Angela sighed.

"Thank you, doctor. When will he be able to leave?" Angela asked with her arms crossed.

"Well, with the recent discovery we'll have to keep him overnight again and he should be able to leave late tomorrow if there's no problem." The doctor stood in front Angela with her hands in her pockets. Angela nodded.

"Jake will help you back to your room and monitor you. The antibiotic won't have any side effects but you can't get out of bed." The doctor told Scotty. Angela's phone buzzed and she pulled it out of her pocket.

"Scotty, it seems there is a meeting at the school. Jake, do you think you'll be able to keep an eye on him?"

"Of course," Jake said standing next to Scotty.

"Thank you, I'm so sorry. It'll only be for an hour or so. I'll be back soon." Angela kissed Scotty's forehead and rushed out of the hospital.

"Guess I'm missing school," Scotty muttered walking back to his room.

"Don't think you'll be back at school for awhile," Jake said with a slight chuckle.

"That sucks."

"You like school."

"Hell no. I left my guitar in the music room."

"You play?"

"A little."

"Acoustic?"

"And base from time to time." Scotty said as Jake opened the door. "What's there to do in a hospital?" Scotty asked after a few minutes now back in his bed and on antibiotics.

"21 questions?" Jake asked.

"Do you have any siblings?" Scotty asked.

"No."

"Are you still in school?"

"Yes."

"Do you get good grades in school?"

"I hope so," Jake replied.

"That's not how you play." Scotty crossed his arms.

"Okay, my turn. How long have you been playing the guitar?" Scotty squinted at Jake annoyed.

"That's not how you play."

"Have you been playing it longer then two years?"

"Yes."

"Longer that five years?"

"No."

"Have you been playing it for three years."

"...yes." Scotty muttered.

"Do you play any other instrument?"

Jake asked questions that were no longer yes or no answers. Surprisingly he learnt a lot about Scotty.

"How well do you know Marinette?"

"Pretty well, why?" Scotty asking about Marinette made Jake a bit sceptical.

"How much is pretty well? Do you really know her?" Scotty pressed.

"No. But that's her choice if she wants to tell me anything. Do you know anything?" Jake asked. Scotty scoffed and looked away. He paused. 'This is Marinette's friend. Why didn't she tell him? Is she really a good person?'

"No." Scotty lied. Jake got up and fixed the antibiotics drip.

"Do you like the food here?" Scotty asked not wanting Jake to be mad at him.

"If you like rotten moosh sure." Jake shrugged.

"Sounds like school," Scotty muttered.

Ladybug looked at the neighbourhood searching for Scotty's dad. 'Still nowhere to be found.' She thought as she jumped tot he next rooftop. She tried using her spotted vision but nothing turned up. No akuma's, so that was good. She swung to the Effiel tower looking across Paris for anything suspicious. She didn't know what he looked like but if he was Scotty's dad he would look similar to Scotty.

Ladybug looked down at the busy streets. People talked animatedly while drinking something hot at a cafe, read a book others typed away on their laptop. People walked passed. Either with pets or children. Some on their phone and some focused and getting to their destination. She watched as a guy with a cap and blonde hair hopped out of a car and grabbed some boxes. 'Nino and Adrien.' She smiled at her conclusion and watched as Adrien, most likely, told Nino what to grab over his shoulder as he, himself held a box walking into a building, Nino's loft. Ladybug finally realised that these were her friends and that she was supposed to be helping them. Her face resembled one of horror as she swung down to the grown and de-transformed.

She ran to Nino's loft, cursing herself for forgetting. Alya came out of the building and when she heard her name she turned to face Marinette was running towards her.

"Where have you been?! Your shift finished almost two hours ago!" Alya scolded.

"I'm so sorry I forgot. I got caught up with work, then I bumped into Angela so I went to see Scotty and then I found out Jake worked at the hospital-"

"Wait, you saw Scotty? Is he okay? How is he?" Alya asked holding Marinette at arm's length.

"He's good. He had stitches but they got infected but he's getting it fixed, so now I don't really know what's happening but he woke up, so that's good." Marinette said quickly with a smile at the end. Alya nodded.

"That's good. Now help us with these boxes." Alya nudged her head to the car that only contained around five more boxes in the open boot.

"That's not a lot," Marinette comments as she easily lifts up a box walking into the loft.

"Aye, look who showed up! Right on time, M." Nino said putting his hands on his hips as he watched Marinette set the box down.

"What took you so long?" Adrien asked making the two acknowledge his presence as he walked into the room.

Marinette explained everything. Alya walked in and listened to the same thing Marinette once told her.

"Well, it's good he's better," Nino said crossing his arms. Nino's voice snapped Adrien out of his daze. Marinette watched as his face of concentration suddenly changed. 'What was he thinking about?' Marinette asked herself as she paid close attention to Adrien.

"Yeah. But um, who's Jake?" Adrien asked. Alya jumped a bit excited to explain.

"He's an old friend. We haven't seen him in months. He came to the school for like a medical programme and then I think somehow got his medical licence? I'm no doctor it's just a hunch." Alya shrugged.

"Guess I have to meet him sometime," Adrien said. It wasn't a question more of a statement and it kinda angered Marinette. 'He can't just do that.' Marinette said to herself.

They were fine without him, they went on with their lives. And now that he's back he expects them to drop everything so he can fit into their lives. They have things going on in their lives, people that actually stayed. Marinette was fine without him. But she didn't like that feeling. They were friends and it scared her that she felt like that now, towards Adrien.

A week later Adrien's things were in Nino's loft but he still needed affirmation from his father. He hated that. That he was an adult but his father still ruled his life, but it wasn't forever and that's what kept Adrien going.

Scotty was out of the hospital and had to take one antibiotics pill each day until the doctor said so. He didn't go to school for the first week back home and today was his first day back. He avoided as many people as he could, not interested in communicating with anyone. Maybe he was slightly afraid of what people would say if they found out that one, he was gay and two, he was abused by his father and got sent to a hospital. He wasn't the most popular guy but he wasn't a loner or was bullied. He was well known, just not the most sociable person.

Scotty clutched his bag as he exited the school. It was pretty empty since he stayed in the music room. As he turned the corner to reach the basketball courts he was thrown against the fence.

"Heard you had some daddy issues, Cunningham." 'Johnathan.' Scotty internally groaned. You know that person your best friends within the primary school but you hit high school and then they hit you. Yeah, that was the relationship between Johnathan and Scotty.

"Heard you're still a big fat jerk, Johny boy." Scotty scowled as he got up and walked away but was pulled back by his bag and hit the ground, his bag cushioning his fall.

"You know I heard a rumour..." John kneeled down and looked Scotty in the eyes. "That you were playing for the other team." John finished, chuckling.

Horror was shown in Scotty's eyes as he looked at John who started to laugh loudly. Anger fueled his blood. 'How...? How does he know?' Scotty became furious while John started cackling almost losing his balance. His laughs filling Scotty's mind intimidating him. Scotty had enough. He threw his fist and his knuckles met with John's jaw making a satisfying 'crack!'. John stumbled backwards onto the ground on his back. Scotty slowly stood up and looked down at John.

"Shut the hell up! So, what!? Are you going to beat me up? I just want to live like a normal person!" Letting out all his frustration Scotty started to walk away. He could hear John groaning and trying to get up.

"That's just it! You're not normal!" Scotty didn't turn around to reply to John's shouts. He kept walking his feet hitting the ground with a loud 'thump!', exhaling deeply through his nose, jaw clenched and hands formed into fists.

An akuma flew the sky of Paris finding the source of negativity. As it flew down the streets the black butterfly located its source. Scotty walked the street his feet hitting the ground harshly. The akuma passed Scotty heading and towards the school. It flew into the building that led to little area's. It flew in empty hallways and upstairs finally finding music room. It flew into the little crack of the door that was left open and touched a maroon guitar. Scotty heard music, guitar-strumming entrancing notes and stopped. A purple mask covered his face as his head hung low.

"Beautiful music. The whole of Paris should hear, don't you agree? I will let you fulfil your wishes if you do the same for me. Do we have an agreement, Desire?" Scotty could hear a voice through the beautiful hum of a guitar. It was husky and could be recognized as a male.

Scotty smiled and nodded his head. A dark purple mist started at his feet going up and fully consumed him. As the mist cleared the black skintight suit could be seen. A thick strip of magenta covered his chest and wrapped around his right wrist as well as his left thigh. Purple music notes started at his right calve covering his whole right leg and swirling around his waist to his back and reaching over his right shoulder stopping a few centimetres away from the magenta band around his wrist. Once again dark purple mist covered Scotty and he vanished.

Marinette smiled as she fixed a few adjustments to her weird and wonderful design. She had the male Chat Noir suit down and her weird and wonderful suit was almost finished. She sat on her chair as she stuck a needle and threaded it through the white fabric. Then, her glass doors flew open a large gust of wind making papers in her room fly away and causing Tikki to stop scribbling on a piece of paper. Marinette abanded her suit and rushed to close the panelled doors as the curtains flew in her face. She finally got the doors shut and hearing the click to the lock she sighed. She looked over her shoulder to see Tikki's horrid expression. Marinette cracked up, howling with laughter.

"Very funny, Marinette," Tikki commented. Marinette shook her head as she went around her room picking up the pieces of paper that were scattered. As she sat down again she started humming an unknown tune.

"What are you singing?" Tikki asked. Marinette paused her actions and looked blankly at the mannequin that now wore her finished suit.

"I... don't know." She frowned as she pushed her chair back to look at the first piece of her weird and wonderful theme.