Welcome back to the exciting battle of Bomb Voyage. I honestly have no idea on how to write action scenes, so sorry in advance if it's not up to standard. But I really hope that you'll enjoy this chapter! If you do like it please leave me a review! Constructive critisicm is welcomed as well.

Saint Louis Hospital - Present Day

Heavy eyelids fluttered opened and somebody exclaims in relief. You hear the sound of something rustling but the thought doesn't stay as you tried to take account of your surroundings. The room that you were in was dark. Your eyes are bleary and it feels like they've crusted shut.

What? How long have you been asleep?

Where? What's going on? Why is your mouth so dry? What happened? Where are you?

You could hear the steady if not accelerated beeping coming from somewhere to your right. Right? Maybe left? Why is everything so blurry? A headache pounding behind your eyes forces a groan from your parched throat.

That beeping was increasing in speed. The sound was overwhelming in the otherwise overwhelming silence of the room. Why couldn't you remember? Why do your eyes hurt so much? Why does your body feel so stiff? Why couldn't you move your legs? What's going on?

Where am I?

What happened?

Why am I here?

So many questions? The pounding in your head gets worse and you groan. Why was your eyesight so blurry? You tried to raise your hand to rub at your face when you realize that there's an IV drip attached to your hand.

You stare at it, not really understanding what it was. You had only ever seen these on patients in hospitals. Why were you wearing one? The beeping increases in frequency. What is that and where is coming from? You try to sit up so you can get a better view but your body feels so heavy.

What?

Why does your body feel so heavy?

You groan again and gave up trying to move. Even lifting your hand was too much effort. You start to feel bile creeping up your throat and you squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to stave off nausea.

You slip back into unconsciousness.

The next time you wake up the room is bright. Again your vision is blurred and it feels like you've swallowed sand. You notice that your body is aching but it feels like it should have been a lot worse. The beeping was steady in the background, you couldn't tell where it was coming from but you recognized it as a heart rate monitor.

Oh yeah, the IV drip attached to your hand. You try to move your head - it feels like your head was made of lead and you see the IV still attached to your left hand. What happened to you? You lean back and close your eyes in an attempt to remember. In an almost futile attempt to recall blurred intangible memories hiding in the fog that was your mind.

Fog… or smoke? Why did your head feel like that? Why was it so hard to remember? What did you have to remember?

There were too many questions and you could provide no answers.

You clumsily moved your hand in search of the call button. Maybe a nurse would be more helpful. You find it and realized you had to put in a lot of conscious effort for your body to respond. You felt exhausted and lean back into the somewhat uncomfortable pillows with a sigh.

There was a knock and a door opened on your left and in walks a nurse in her late forties. She smiles gently at you and asks you the routine questions.

How are you feeling? Tired.

Any discomfort? Everything is aching and that damn headache is back.

Do you know where you are? A hospital ward?

Do you remember what happened? No, but could you help me with that? The nurse pursed her lips before giving you the same gentle smile.

You had been caught in an explosion from an Akuma attack. The mention of the work Akuma made your heart race. Suddenly, it feels like you're trapped. You tried your best to calm down. It was like you didn't feel quite safe, that you were vulnerable.

You could hear your heart monitor beeping somewhere to the side.

Your friends had called the hospital to inform them of your condition and you had been in transit just as Ladybug cured and restored the city once again. You were touch and go at first but the fact that you had called for the nurse on your own accord showed that you had a high chance of full recovery.

"Why were the doctors so scared?" you asked with a small voice, not really looking forward to the answer.

Apparently, you had hit your head pretty badly during the attack. The nurse mentioned the stitches they had made on your scalp just behind your right ear. You didn't want to touch it. At least it was a scar that you could hide with your hair.

The nurse helps to pour a glass of water for you, even going so far as adjusting your bed so that you could sit up without too many difficulties. You feel a sharp pain at the base of your spine and inform the nurse. Your voice was wary, was something else wrong with you?

She frowns and quickly notes it down on your clipboard that hung at the foot of your bed.

Now that you were more coherent, you could recognize the strong scent of disinfectant that permeated the air. The most tell-tale sign of a hospital was the absolutely sterile environment you were in. The hospital smell didn't irritate your nose but you knew would never get used to it.

You've been fed the necessary nutrients via IV and you were admitted for almost a full week ago. Had you been out for an entire week? It didn't feel like a week. It was as if you had just woken up from a fitful unsatisfying sleep.

You had periods where you were lucid and awake but it was never more than a couple of minutes. This is the first time you had been coherent enough to call for a nurse. How bad had it really been?

The nurse promised that someone would send some food for you soon. She needed to go and inform your next of kin that you were finally awake. With the same smile on her face, she exited the room and closed the door behind her.

Relief at finally being left alone made you slump against the pillows once again. You hadn't even realized you were leaning forward with every bit of information that the nurse had given you.

There was a clock right in front of you and even though your eyesight was still blurred you see that it was just past one in the afternoon. You didn't even realize that you had slipped back into slumber because the next thing you knew was that the room was now bathed in orange.

There was a head of dark hair at your side. The person was sat on the floor, their head resting on folded arms at the side of your bed. Sometime during your sleep, you had shifted and allowed enough room for the person to rest comfortably.

"N-Nino?" Your throat was scratchy. That sand in your mouth feeling back again full force. The figure you had correctly identified as Nino jumped and you see the panic in his eyes. A panic that softened to something you weren't quite sure what it was.

"Alya…" the way he says your name makes you feel like he's been waiting forever. Had he been waiting for you to wake up this entire time? "Heya." you tried your best to smile at him but it comes out as a grimace.

That headache was back with a vengeance, didn't anybody give you something for that?

Nino's amber eyes teared up and you felt a horrible, guilt stabbing you right in the heart. How long had been Nino been by her side waiting for you to wake up? You didn't know what exactly had happened. The vague memory of smoke and heat... Of the ground shaking and a sense of flying? Before everything else went blank.

Nino pulled himself up, you finally realize that he was holding on to your hand. The one without the IV drip and used his leg to pull a chair closer. While he settles himself into the seat you glance around the room, Your bed had been lowered back to a lying position. You press the control buttons and breathed a sigh of relief when you feel yourself being adjusted into a sitting position.

Nino watches you like a hawk. Amber eyes never leaving you. You ask him to adjust your pillows because really your hands didn't feel like that they could bend that way anymore. Your whole body was sore.

"So what happened to me?" you asked, curious but cautiously. It didn't look like Nino was ready to talk about the accident if his sudden shifty-ness and how he squeezed your hand was any indication.

Nino winced. He looks at you with an expression you didn't recognize. "The Akuma blasted you pretty good." He replies with a frown.

Fontaine de la Victoire - One Week Ago

Nino stalked down the aisle with an unconscious Alya in his arms, the redhead was bleeding from somewhere and her hair had started to get matted. Mylene gives up her parka so that Alya could have a cushion for her head. Adrien had passed Mylene over to Ivan. The taller boy held onto his girlfriend like precious cargo.

He took Marinette's purse from her. Nino's eyes roamed the figure of his best friend, noting the distraught expression on his face as his tears continued to fall on Marinette's purse. Nino had never seen Adrien cry, not even when his father had pulled him out of school when he had lost that special book.

Another explosion rocked the ground, those who weren't seated lost their balance and fell to the hard floor. "Can anybody drive a bus?" Ivan called out nervously, Kim determinedly scrambled to the driver's seat, with Max at his heels.

Despite the legal driving age of 18, Kim had already learned the basics with an uncle out in the countryside he had visited over the summer. It couldn't be that different, right? Adrien barked orders at the pair of them to get the bus moving and as far away from danger as possible.

"I don't fucking know who put you in charge Agreste but does it look like I'm your dumbass driver? Give me some space to get this piece of shit working!" Kim yells, face red as he desperately tries to get the bus to work. He turned the key that had been left behind, the ignition running and sputtering several times.

"Come one, come on, c'mon…" Kim mutters as he desperately tried the key in the ignition again. Alix came up to the taller boy and gave a solid kick to the side of a metal box and the bus lurched as it rumbled. The two exchanged a look and Kim set shifted the gear stick.

Another explosion detonated close by and Rose screamed when a building near them collapsed. Adrien raised his voice again, "Come on, let's go Kim!" making the taller boy yell something explicit back at the model.

Max shifts his glasses as he glances between the two yelling boys in front of him.

Adrien's eyes were hard as he tried to spot the Akuma from his position at the windows until Adrien suddenly looks at Marinette's bag that was still in his tight grip. Max watches as the hands clutching to the bag loosen just slightly and something flashes in Adrien's eyes.

"GET MOVING LECHIEN!" Adrien thunders and Kim actually shuts up for once because when did perfect son Adrien Agreste who had never even raised his voice against Chloe suddenly had it in him to explode like that.

Nino yells about getting to a hospital because Alya still wouldn't wake up. She wasn't even responding. Her blood was starting to stain Mylene's parka. The remainder of the class agreed, not really wanting to stay in the immediate blast radius of the rampaging Akuma.

Rose walks over to the boys and starts giving directions, her voice surprisingly calm and big blue eyes didn't allow any room for arguments. Nobody dared to try. The bus rumbles as the engine finally start to power the vehicle and Kim slams a foot on to the gas pedal.

Ivan and Mylene were sharing a seat, with Ivan wrapping the smaller girl in his arms in an effort to keep her warm and Nathaniel was seated in front of the couple, his face a stark white making his red hair stand out even more. Juleka made her way to the front of the bus, claiming the seat diagonal of the driver.

"Somebody call emergency services right now. We need ambulances and as many firefighters, the city can spare." Adrien glares at Chloe, she huddled with Sabrina and took out her phone and making the call. "Chlo, call the hospital while you're at it and tell them you're on the way with an unconscious civilian." She only spared him a glance and a slight nod to acknowledge the order given to her.

Assured that his friends would be as safe as they could possibly be in the given situation Adrien slams a fist on the door button and in a blur of white and blond, the model had jumped out of the moving bus. Landing painlessly on the graveled road in a roll that dirties his once white shirt even more.

Nino throws himself against a window, screaming after his best friend. Nino watches as Adrien gestures for them to go, green eyes blazing before the bus disappeared around a corner.

Adrien had gotten to his feet and was running back to the inferno that was the park.

The fire from the tentage had caught on the nearby greenery and was spreading throughout the park. Adrien hides in an alley and opens Marinette's bag. Inside lies a pair of black earrings.

The blond feels the air getting knocked out of his lungs.

Marinette had no protection against the fire.

While their suits weren't fireproof, it had a certain resistance to heat and flames. Something the pair had taken advantage of more than once. Especially when faced with a particularly destructive Akuma.

Or when one of Ladybug's crazy plans required some death-defying stunt.

Adrien snaps the bag closed and takes in a deep breath. He took account of his surroundings. He was taking shelter about 2 streets away from the park, sure that the Akuma hadn't yet left its current strike zone.

There was so much smoke rising from the park Adrien couldn't even see what the Akuma looked like. Earlier it had been through a haze of pain, he had only seen a dark looming figure over the cowering forms of Marinette and Mylene.

Marinette who looked so small in comparison. Marinette who had taken off her miraculous when she realized she could have been captured or held hostage. It had to have happened between when Adrien herding their friends and being flung into the air from one of the many explosions.

But why would she have taken the Miraculous off? It didn't make any sense. Plagg peeks out from where he had been hiding in Adrien's hidden pocket he had sewn into the lining of his overshirt. Didn't she realize how vulnerable she was without the protection of the suit?

The Kwami uncharacteristically stares at the earrings nestled in Marinette's bag without a word. Huge green eyes looked almost worried. Sometimes Adrien forgot that Plagg had been around for just as long as Ladybug had been.

"Hey Kid, we need to get her out of there." Adrien glares at the general direction of the park. "We'll save her." the embodiment of destruction whispers resolutely. Two pairs of green eyes narrow, "God help anybody who tries to stop me."

"Plagg, transformme moi!"

Chat Noir immediately extends his baton and with a tight grip, allows himself to rise into the air in an attempt to get a better vantage point. With a bird's eye view he could see that the once beautiful sprawling and luscious gardens of the park was now a mere echo of its former glory.

The tentage still burned brightly but the fire no longer reaching for the skies. He sees a figure a moving through the smoke and Chat Noir grins. He leans his body and allowed the baton to descend towards the park.

Landing with a loud thud, Adrien tries his best to keep low in an attempt to avoid inhaling the smoke. He sees the remains of the food table, blown to smithereens but there was no Marinette. A pool of blood stands exactly where Marinette had been mere minutes ago. The blood was still wet and dark red, glinting orange from the fire. Fear gripped Chat's heart. He notices a trail of blood and a sliver of hope blooms.

Maybe Marinette was alright. Maybe she had managed to escape.

He hears what could only be described as a maniacal laugh that only supervillains in cartoons had. He barely notices how the trail of blood was also leading him towards that voice. Without a second thought, Chat Noir heads towards the source of the cackling, the laugh was high, making the Akuma sound even more crazed that Chat had initially expected.

"Get away from us! She did nothing to you!" Chat hears a familiar voice coming from the direction of the laugh, but the smoke was so thick he couldn't see through it. Not even with his enhanced vision.

An explosion, much smaller than what Chat had been subjected to, detonates near the owner of the voice. Chat runs and is almost sprinting as he hears the familiar voice of his older brother cussing at the Akuma "Chat Noir will be here soon and he'll stop you, you fucking monster!"

The Akuma had stopped laughing and Chat had a bad feeling something was going to happen if he didn't do something. It felt like there was a negative energy gathering in the air and Chat makes a split second decision.

Chat Noir leaps into the air, hopefully landing between the Akuma and his brother. Arms were thrown out wide he lets out a growl, with his gloved hands, he claws at the Akuma in what he hoped looked threatening. In a somewhat still intact area of grass, he saw his brother, carrying the broken, bloodied and unconscious form of Marinette. Blood was already dripping to form another pool where Felix remained stationary.

Her already pale skin was stark white against Felix's own dark clothes. The half of her face that Chat could see was bloodied and Chat could already make out the bruises that had started to bloom along her exposed skin. Her arm hung limp and there was just so much blood. Her legs were scraped and badly burnt, blood oozing from the open wounds.

Chat wanted to carry his Lady out himself but the Akuma was standing tall above him. He wanted to be the one to protect his Lady. The overwhelming need to keep her safe screaming at him. The tiny broken body of his lady occupied his entire mind.

"Well well well, it looks like the little Kitty came to play." The high pitched voice laughed, finally noticing the hero's arrival. Green eyes narrowed and Chat felt a hiss escape his lips. He normally had much better control over his feline tendencies.

Bomb Voyage was large, she stood at almost two stories high and had the comical of a comic book villain. She had on a gas mask that covered most of her face. Her upper torso was covered in large round explosives the color of blood and had fashioned itself like a vest. Her arms were a full metallic black and so were her legs. Underneath the explosive Chat could make out what seemed to be a pair of overly plumped pumpkin shorts where the Akuma would pull out its explosives.

"Monsieur, you need to get out of here!" Chat yells. Chat quickly throws Marinette's bag to Felix who managed to barely catch it when he realized what the bag really contained.

"What about you?" His brother yells back. Chat extends his baton into a staff and moves into a fighting stance. "Get her out of here." Felix stumbles as he immediately turns to run away from the Akuma and Chat Noir.

Chat allows himself one more moment to make sure that Felix really was getting to safety before he focuses all his attention on the latest victim.

Felix was running, where was the nearest hospital? Where was Tikki? He had arrived at the park just in time to see Adrien being flung into the air with the rest of his friends. Marinette was crouching behind a table, what was she doing? Run Marinette! Felix didn't believe that his shouts could be heard over the general chaos that was the park.

He continues to sprint in an attempt to reach Marinette when he sees her push her purse into a smaller blond girl's hands. But the Akuma had already raised its hand and Felix could only grab the nearest thing to him - an empty garbage can and used all his strength to throw it towards the Akuma.

Just as the explosion detonated, Marinette kicked up the table as a last resort for protection. The garbage can hits the Akuma and the explosion went off slightly off target. The food table was destroyed but Marinette was still caught in the wreckage.

Felix could feel himself screaming as he sees Marinette's limp body crumple to the ground. Her clothes torn and tattered, whatever exposed skin was burnt and bleeding. He grabs a piece of rubble from the ground and throws it to the Akuma's head.

Disoriented, the Akuma screeches in anger while Felix took the chance to scoop Marinette in his arms. He clutches the smaller girl to his chest as he sprints away, taking cover behind the destroyed fountain. Marinette's head lolls to the side and he notices that her earrings were missing.

Felix curses, but then again there was no way Ladybug was in any shape to defend them from this menace.

He could hear the Akuma screaming in anger, "I'll kill you, you son of a bitch! You'll say goodbye just like everybody else did! I'll finish off that girl and force you to say goodbye before I blow your skull open right next to her! You're dead!"

Shivering in fear, Felix could feel his body seizing as fear tried to overwhelm his senses. He needed to get out of here. He needed to get Marinette to safety. He needed to get her to a hospital. He needed to move because that damn Akuma was getting closer.

He needed a distraction. He could only see more rubble around him and the growing puddle of water from the destroyed fountain. Grabbing one of the larger pieces of marble in his hand, Felix stretches his head out of his hiding space, desperately looking for a distraction.

He spots a low branch hanging from a burning tree that was on the brink of collapsing and made the split second decision to hurl the rock to it. One of the branches broke off and the Akuma turned its head towards the sound. It started to make its way in the opposite direction of Felix.

Felix watched as the normally trigger happy Akuma tried to withdraw into itself as it approached the burning trees. Huh, guess that the Akuma was still vulnerable to fire. Felix immediately scooped the still unconscious Marinette into a slightly more comfortable position in his arms and took off running.

His arms were already sore and aching when the blond tripped over a tree root. He fell with a yelp of pain and frowned as Marinette was jostled roughly in his arms. The Akuma turned at the sound and laughed when it saw Felix on the ground.

Then Chat Noir had arrived just as the Akuma was about to toss another explosive at them and now he was running again. He could hardly breathe and the smoke hung heavy and opaque in the air. He saw a flash of green light and it beckoned him.

Follow the questionable green light into the unknown or run around aimlessly around the park hoping to reach the exit while avoiding the burning trees and suffocating smoke.

Having no other option, Felix tried his best to follow the green light and after a close call with a crater, he managed to get out of the park. Panting heavily, Felix fell to his knees as he gratefully took in a lung full of clean air.

"I am glad that you managed to escape with Ladybug, young one." Felix gasped as he looked up to see a short Asian man looking over him. The green light from before hovered above the other man's shoulder.

"Wh- what? She's not-" Felix tried to argue. Anything really, his head was drawing a blank. The old man chuckled. "I have no time to explain. Chat Noir is fighting alone and there is nobody to cleanse the Akuma." Felix turned to face the park and noticed that there was slightly better visibility.

Chat Noir was trading blows with the Akuma with his metal staff, Felix could see the blond hero growling. Mouthing something to the Akuma that only laughed. The Akuma darted behind the hero and touched the trunk of a nearby tree, leaving behind a glowing red hand print. before sprinting in the other direction.

The hero hadn't noticed what Bomb Voyage had done and was soon cornered not 5 feet away from the marked tree. Suddenly with a snap of its fingers the tree exploded and hurled Chat Noir into the air, rotating his baton like helicopter blades, he managed to slow his descent.

Landing roughly on his side, Felix could see the hero yell in pain. Turning back to the older man Felix frowned. "How will Chat Noir fight the Akuma alone?"

"He will not be."

I really hoped you enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! Leave me puns and reviews for motivation!

I've receive reviews that my tenses are irregular and I guess I didn't make it clear. The scene with Alya happens in present day whereas the entire Akuma fight had already happened a week ago.