The whole drama class sat on the stage of the auditorium. Ms Etourdissant in the middle. Everyone thought of it as a satanic ritual and all said their jokes. Ms Etourdissant had to show her class her tattoo on her forearm.

"Wait we're not actually sacrificing anyone are we?" Chloe asked. Ms Etourdissant snickered.

"No. Class time!" She chimped, the whole class groaned and quieted down. "Okay, now we've been studying Romeo and Juliet for a while now. Does anyone know why?" Some students shook their heads and others sat still. But a few people raised their hands.

"If you think it's because of a love story I will kick you out of here." She muttered. Now, only three people had their hands up. Ms Etourdisant pointed at Chloe.

"Because it teaches a lot of good things."

"Yeah, but all those good things that we've learnt are because of the bad things that happened. Like Juliet's death." Ms Etourdissant turned her head.

"Marinette." She called out.

"Yes?" The blue-haired girl asked.

"Can you tell me what Juliet's death teaches us?" There was a pause.

"Well... Don't let your emotions control your life." Marinette said.

"Yeah."

Ms Etourdissant continued to talk about the lessons Romeo and Juliet offered. Everyone listened, she made the class interesting and fun even when the topic was boring. A lot of people liked her because of that, who wouldn't, no one wanted to sit through a boring class.

"We don't perform the play. Now if you take my classes next year you would. But most of you don't start your degree till next year and some of you aren't even majoring in drama, to you this is just a class. But just like any class, you need to learn. I hope that you do learn from my classes. I want your papers on the play by the end of the term." Ms Etourdissant told the class.

The multiple amounts of students sat around her groaned. A boy raised his hand.

"Yes?"

"Can you be more specific about the paper miss?"

"Eight thousand words or more on a brief description of the play and the lessons you've learnt from it. Understood?"

"No, but okay." He replied. Ms Entourdissant clapped her hands together.

"Alrighty! Let's go through the whole thing." She stood and everyone followed.

The class went through each scene, pausing from time to time when Ms Etourdissant said to because she wanted to change something. The class was obedient though they were annoyed because the class was longer than usual. Even when it ended they didn't get through all the acts.

"You should start your essays this week. Going through those scenes already have so many lessons you could write on. I expect you to do so." A chorus of replies echoed in the auditorium as students emptied out. Some students stayed behind to help pack up.

"Thank for doing this, guys." Ms Etourdissant told the students that helped packed up.

"No problem miss," Adrien replied.

"We don't have much on our plate." Marinette chimed. Ms Etourdissant smiled at the rest of the students still in the auditorium.

Adrien and Marinette helped other students put away the props used for the setting and the little things they used for customs like masks and hats. Marinette helped with a lot of heavy things such as wooden blocks and chairs. Adrien would guide her to where they would go. He watched as she tried to walk straight. She wasn't that grounded as she was normally. Her mind somewhere else, her jumpy old self was back. The person who looked at everything that moved, the girl who had her guard up ready to swing her fist. That Marinette was back.

Adrien was weary of her. Making sure no one surprised her, that she was aware of all movement around her and he tried to keep up a conversation. But holding a conversation was hard, even for Adrien. He was still adjusting to social interaction after so many years. Some people were used to it, being that way their whole life. Maybe others weren't, like Adrien. That's why he cringed after he realised what he just asked.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He couldn't keep his mouth shut. Pop! The question was out in the open ready for a rejection or turn down or maybe an answer. 'Yeah, an answer would be nice.' Adrien thought.

"Maybe," Marinette answered. They were still walking to the storage room outside of the auditorium.

"Maybe?" Adrien asked. He opened the door to the building they were supposed to go to.

"Yeah, I don't know. I mean we do couple-y things. We kiss, hang out, talk. We do couple-y things and stuff but it's complicated. I'm not sure I can call us a couple." She clarified.

"It sounds like you're a couple. Does he feel the same?" Marinette slowly put the blocks down. She stood straight and put her arms on her hips looking at Adrien.

"I hope so and if he doesn't he has a lot of explaining to do. Maybe an even a kick in the ass." She said sternly. Adrien smiled at that.

"And who is this, possibly going to be beat up guy?" Adrien taunted. Marinette smirked.

"Like I said. It's complicated." And then she walked off and out of the building slamming the door shut.

"Hey, Mari! Wait for me!" Adrien called after her. As he ran behind her he could see her shuffle her feet, almost tripping over.

"Mari?" She flinched when he reached her side. "Are you okay?" Adrien rested a hand on her shoulder. Marinette visibly swallowed.

"Yeah." She turned to face him. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Okay, Marinette was a good liar, so good that Adrien believed her. But he didn't let himself believe that she was "fine" throughout the day. He couldn't really keep an eye on her since he was so busy. He was so busy with planning out his future.

Adrien sat at his desk typing away at his laptop and filling out documents. He was used to the rhythm of Plagg's snoring that he was startled when the black kwami woke up.

"Jesus Plagg!" Adrien cursed as he jumped in his chair.

"Sorry kid but your head is so down the rabbit hole that I would've guessed you were Alice."

"Wonderland doesn't exist," Adrien muttered, he dove his nose back into his work.

"Kid you'd be surprised at how wrong you are. The girl almost squashed me. And I thought the rabbit was scary." Adrien stopped at Plagg's words.

"...You met Alice?" He asked in disbelief.

"Oh, yeah waaaay back. Like aaaalll the way back. Long ago." Plagg clarified. Adrien shook his head.

"How old are you?" Adrien suddenly. Plagg paused.

"...Too old to remember," Plagg answered sorrowfully.

Marinette was cold after her drama class. She was literally cold. Freezing in fact. The weather was okay, sun shining, wind blowing. No grey clouds in sight. Yet she was so cold she had a scarf wrapped around her neck and two jackets on.

"How are you not cold?" She asked harshly. Her and Nino were walking towards econimcs. Nino looked at her in an unsettling way.

"I'm just not, M," Nino told her. Marinette kept her gaze lowered and her eyebrows furrowed.

The two stood in front of the door and looked upon the class. Some students were sweating and wearing less clothing than others. And those who were not drenched in sweat looked like Marinette, shivering in layers of clothes but some were wearing their casual outfits with a stone look on their face.

It reminded Marinette of this one akuma who made people feel the temperature of their emotions. It was ridiculous. People who were stressed or sad looked like goth kids from the eighties with their hair pinned straight down, their whole body wet and soggy some girls' makeup smudged and ruined causing a paradox of sadness. People looking like the personifications of deserts looking dry and steaming hot being pissed. And the worst was when people were icicles and being a cold-hearted bitch or were in a bad mood.

Marinette realized... that was exactly what was happening. Her eyes scanned the room and the multiple wardrobe malfunctions people had.

All dressed differently, even their professor was in his undershirt, no one caring because they were dealing with their own temperature problem.

"Hey..." Marinette gained Nino's attention. "Notice anything strange?"

"Nope. I'm just trying to figure out if Rory peed his pants or if he's sweating an unholy amount," Nino looked at a guy who's clothing was drenched in sweat, his short hair sticking to the back of his neck. "y'know normal day." He turned back to Marinette with a smile. Who in return raised an eyebrow.

"Sarcasm?" Nino blinked at her.

"Yes." Marinette snorted. She stood up and grabbed her stuff, taking off her jacket as well.

"Where you going?"

"To figure this out." Nino's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"How?" He shook his head. "We have class." Marinette pointed at their professor who was fanning himself with a thin notebook.

"It doesn't look like class will be starting anytime soon."

She walked away and out the door before Nino could get out of his chair. He slid out of the classroom to be welcomed with an empty hall, a person or two walking by, but no sign of Marinette.

"Where the hell did that girl go?" Nino put his hands on his hips.

Marinette walked towards the grass quad. She eyed the area. Not many students were on the grass. She turned to the sound of clicking.

"Chloe?" Marinette gasped.

The blonde girl was almost blue, she was barely moving and she gave off a little cold breeze.

Marinette walked over to her. "Oh my god..." She breathed. She attempted to touch Chloe's shoulder but when her finger's got too close her skin started to burn from the freeze.

"M-ma-ma-mmm-"

"Shhh." Marinette grabbed her phone and quickly called an ambulance.

"Chloe?" She asked once she hung up. The frozen girl was unresponsive. "Chloe!"

'Think.' She told herself. 'The ambulance is on its way and they'll take care of her. I have to find out what's happening. I have to find out who's doing this.'

Marinette left her college grounds and ran past all the dorms and buildings. She went into the city where she saw other civilians taking on the same torture she saw before.

Marinette climbed the back of the building on a fire escape to reach the roof. Once she scoped the city from the top she opened her bag to reveal Tikki sitting comfortably. Her face though looked afraid. Marinette paused.

"Tikki?"

"Don't do it Marinette." The kwami warned.

"What?"

"Don't transform." For the first time in weeks, Tikki flew up to face Marinette.

"Why?" Tikki just shook her head. A loud crash interrupted their conversation.

"I have a bad feeling."

"I have to."

"Marinette," Tikki said heavyheartedly.

Within a blink of an eye, Marinette was transformed into Ladybug who was jumping buildings looking across Paris.

"Adrien." Plagg tapped Adrien's shoulder. He shooed Plagg off. "Adrien!"

"Yes?" He turned to Plagg. His hair was a mess and his eyes were red from rubbing them too hard. Plagg shoved his paw towards the window. Adrien followed Plagg's paw. He looked out his window to see Ladybug jump a building out of sight.

"Ladybug?" Adrien muttered. He looked towards his laptop to see it wasn't even close towards their patrol time, the sun was still out.

'What's going on?' Adrien looked at Plagg. The miniature cat smirked and nodded at Adrien. They shared the same look and Chat Noir was jumping out the window following Ladybug closely behind.

"Ladybug!" He called out to her. He ran as fast as he could to catch up to her but he couldn't catch up.

"Ladybug!" She never faltered. Though she stopped a few buildings away.

"Ladybug!" He called again. She turned to face him with a worried expression. He landed on the same building. "What's going on?" Chat walked up to her. Ladybug frantically shook her head.

"I..." She took a deep inhale. "I don't know. People are experiencing temperature changes to their personality. But it's way too familiar."

"De je vu?" Ladybug snapped her fingers.

"Yeah!" Her expression changed from relief to confusion. "But something else."

They stood on top of the building in silence scoping out the city. Ladybug used her spotted vision but all she got was the victims of the temperature personality. She sighed in defeat and slapped her hands against her legs.

"Shh." Chat told her.

"What?" He held up his hand to silence her.

"There's a bomb." Chat gasped. He ran, leaving Ladybug behind.

"Chat!" He paused.

"Come on!" He told her.

She followed him as he ran to somewhere unknown. He kept running and Ladybug's head kept spinning. She was trying to figure out why the situation was so familiar and how a bomb was connected to this. The bomb didn't feel right, not with the torture civilians were going through. It felt like something else.

Chat Noir dropped to the ground and so did Ladybug.

"We need to get these people out of here." Chat told her.

"You take the people inside the buildings I'll grab the ones on the street?" Chat nodded and they split up doing as they planned.

Chat went up his second building. He was tired but he had a job. The adrenaline running through his blood helped him move, keeping him quick on his feet. He jumped out of the building with a burning teenage girl in his arms with an ice pack to her chest. He kept up the same thing grabbing those who weren't mobile because of their condition, those who could move he guided out of the building. He checked up on Ladybug who took the people he got out of the buildings away from the area.

When he double checked the buildings he was sure were empty he fell down the stairwell from shock.

'No.'

He could hear the sound of someone's muffled screams as well as ticking. Chat ran into the room he heard the sound from. He slammed the door open to an office to see a flushed red woman with her mouth taped shut as well as her arms. But he could see something peak out of her arms and from the sound it made he was positive it was a bomb.

"Okay, you need to stay calm." He walked towards her slowly. "Can you do that for me?" The woman nodded. "I also need you to stay quiet and still." He kneeled down.

Chat gently put his arms on her. "You seem a bit chilly, are you upset?" The girl shook her head. He slid his claws under the tape. "So you're scared." He gave her a reassuring smile.

Chat pulled the tape hearing the sticky interior come off. She gave him a look and then slowly nodded. "I don't think you should be scared." She tried to say something but it was muffled.

"Remember," He swallowed. The tape started to cut open. "you need to stay quiet." He peeled the tape off her arms slowly and he could see the victim's face cringe in pain.

"I know, I know it hurts but I need you to stay still." He avoided the bomb as he peeled the tape.

"You work here?" She nodded. "Law firm?" She nodded. He took in a large breath. "Y'know I'm studying to be a lawyer, seems good and kinda looks fun. Putting the bad guys away." He joked. He looked up to see her ease and he wrapped his arms around her back taking off the rest of the tape.

Chat through the ball of tape somewhere else in the room. He peeled the tape off her mouth.

"Open your arms slowly." She did as she was told.

Chat looked down at the bomb. There was no timer only a screen with a green beeping light. It beeped each time the light was on. It was a simple black box with that attached screen.

Chat Noir grabbed his baton and called Ladybug.

"More people?"

"Yeah and a bomb." He told her. She looked at the screen.

"Okay then grab the bomb and run. Meet at-"

"I can't. It's in a lady's lap." Chat looked at the woman and smiled.

"Destroy it."

"Cataclysm? You think that'll work?" Ladybug nodded.

"Just make sure you don't touch the victim."

"Okay."

Chat sat his baton down next to the woman and kept Ladybug on the phone. He silently activated cataclysm. Chat held out two fingers but before he could touch the bomb the woman and the bomb vanished. Music notes scattered in the room.

"No!"

"What?" Ladybug asked alarmed.

"She's gone!" Chat responded. He grabbed his baton. The sound of gunshots on the other side of the phone. Ladybug looked ahead.

"...It was a distraction." She mumbled.

"A distraction?"

"Chat! Head towards Vincent street." She demanded. "I'll meet you there." And she hung up.

Chat Noir latched his baton to his back and looked around the room. It was wrecked. Shattered glass everywhere, furniture turned upside down. It was messier than it should be.

'Something isn't right.'

Chat did as he was told, he left the building scoping out every room as he exited. Once he was outside he observed the empty streets. The strong wind made it eerier, it made it more suspicious.

He jumped high on top of the buildings and went forward. Chat ran quickly to where he was told to go.

'There were sounds. Thumping?' He thought back to the phone call. His eyes widened. 'Gunshots.'

He had to run faster. He had to be quicker. Ladybug might get hurt, she might get shot. He couldn't risk his friend getting hurt. She wasn't only his friend she was his partner and a hero. What would Paris do without her? The city already went through enough when he left, he couldn't put it through the pain of losing it's most beloved hero.

"Vincent street, Vincent street, Vincent street." Chat mumbled under his breath.

He heard gunshots again and followed the sound. He recognised the way.

'Vincent street.' He cheered in his head though it was nothing to celebrate over.

Chat looked at the street eyeing for Ladybug. He stood a distance away from the street. He didn't want to be seen.

"Ladybug!" An old voice growled followed by gunshots.

Chat heard someone walking behind him. He quickly extended his baton and swept the attacker from underneath their feet. Ladybug grunted as she fell on her back. Chat's eyes widened.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

She just shook her head. Her eyes were wide, her eyebrows forrowed and her lips curved down into a frown. Chat causing her to fall didn't seem to faze her. She was focused on somthing else, he concluded.

Ladybug went to the edge of the building. She sat there crouched, staring at the street.

"Ladybug!" And then more gun shots. She jumped at the sound of the gun firing. Chat crouched down next to her.

"What do you want to do?" He asked. She was silent for a while, contemplating his question. She grabbed her yo-yo.

"We get down there and do what we do best." She looked at him with a fierece look.

Chat nodded and followed her as she jumped down to the ground. The large man with the gun was rotating as he fired laughing manically. He paused as he heard the hero's footsteps hit the ground behind him.

"Well well well." His rough voice rasped. "Look who finally joined the party." The man turned to face them.

"Commander." Ladybug growled.

'Commander?' Chat had never heard of that akuma.

The two heard clanking behind them and turned to see a man wearing a suit and a large hat that hid his face. He spun a cane in his hand with skill as he tapped his shiny shoes against the ground while he walked towards them. He looked up with a smirk.

"Mickey?" Chat breathed.

"Right-io kitty boy." Mickey spun and pointed his cane at Chat Noir. Ladybug snapped her head between Mickey and The Commander.

"What?" She gasped. Chat stopped. He could hear the laughter that was way too familiar to him. An erupting sound that he had forgotten but was sure that it was who he thought it was, he would recognise it in a second. It made sense.

'The distractions.'

He left Ladybug, jumping on top of a building turning his head furiously.

"No." He growled.

"Aw, is the wittle kitty upset?" Scotty teased. Chat turned quickly to face the young teen.

Scotty sat on the ledge of the building his knee tucked under him, his head leaning back with a mocking pout. Chat barred his teeth and clenched down on his tongue biting back the words he wanted to shout.

"What? Cat caught your tongue." Scotty chuckled.

Chat took heavy steps toward him. Scotty didn't move. Chat walked closer to Scotty his nostrils flaring. He swung his fist when he was close but then Scotty vanished. He heard laughter and spun around.

"Poor wittle kitty left his lawdy." Chat heard.

He snapped his head towards the street to see Ladybug pulling Mickey's cane. He turned his head to where he heard Scotty's voice last but didn't find anything.

"Shit."

He jumped to the ground. Chat's legs swung the opposite way, he swore he felt something dig into his leg. His legs were the first thing to hit the ground causing more pain to erupt. He clenched his teeth, grinding them together. He couldn't feel his leg.

"I never miss." The Commander rasped.

He could feel it. The pain in the back of his head. It bloomed like a flower spreading to his back and down his legs. He could feel the warm liquid run down his legs. The pain was so strong his legs soon became numb.

His vision was blurred as he opened his eyes. After a few seconds, his vision adjusted to the setting sun and he could see The Commander's arms wrapped around Ladybug. She was kicking and squirming trying to get free of his grip but the last thing he saw was Mickey swinging his cane, Chat didn't see if she got hit or if she blocked it because his vision went black and he let the numbing pain put him to sleep.

-.-.-.-

Ladybug scrunched up her closed eyes. 'Did I fall asleep on the desk?' She asked herself. She tightened her arms close together.

"Are you awake?" An unfamiliar voice asked. Ladybug rubbed her neck. She lifted her head to find herself sitting at a dining table, Chat Noir sitting across from her. Candles lined up and down the tables nothing else. "You are awake." She turned to the direction of the voice. "Good." She could hear the smile in his voice. "Your partner, however..." He trailed on. Ladybug looked back at Chat to see that his head was in his arms.

"Who are you?" She growled. "What did you do to him!?" She demanded. She could see his silhouette move, he lifted his arms up in a defensive way.

"I didn't do anything."

"Who are you?" She repeated.

"I think you know me." The man in the dark replied.

"I don't."

"That's a shame because I know you."

"I don't know you." Ladybug repeated.

"Then I'd be a stranger." She heard the sound of a chair scratching against the floor. She could see his face as he leaned into the light. "But I think you'd recognise me as Hawkmoth." He grinned and Ladybug's chest fell and rose heavily, her breathing difficult.

She could do it. She could stop everything that had been happening for years now. Paris would be safe and her duty as a hero would be fulfilled.

Though she sat there, her nails digging into her palms and breathing ragged, Tikki's warning popped in her.

It didn't matter that something bad was going to happen, something already happened. But Ladybug wasn't thinking about the bad things. She was only thinking about how she could stop them. It could all be over now.