Penguin: Hello chibis! So here's the next chapter! Let's get to the reviews!

~Responses to MMTT~

ImperialOtaku: It did? Whoops. xD I'll change it when I'm done updating this. Yeah, that's why I put it.

Cascade00: Ooo, there yays, that must mean it's good! xD Well it was bound to happen eventually. I'll try to put more chapter with those two, but with all of the drama, I can't guarantee many. Well, she doesn't HATE Marinette, she just doesn't LIKE her. There's a difference. And she's not meant to ruin or fix anything between the two, she's just an old fling.

Obsidiandragon182005: Thank you! I'll change it soon. And thank you! Cheers!

Daisy: Thank you! Hm... we'll see. There's only 4 of her old classmates that haven't shown up yet. We'll see! Cecilia is an old fling of Adrien, and I'm not sure if she'll be in more chapters. We'll have to see.

Izzy: Ikr?! Well, she's not meant to ruin it. She's not a villain because she hasn't done anything to represent being evil. You don't have to like her, but please show some respect for her, she's a good character. (And she has an amazing creator.)

Resa: Yup. Well in this one, maybe. Maybe not.

Ivan was a bastard who touched Marinette far too freely. Adrien could still feel the jealously coursing through him. You came back to me. The hell she did. Marinette didn't turn to Ivan when she needed protection.

She went to Adrien. The dancers and the stagehands had been no help. After that encounter with Cecilia, they had questioned everyone else. They didn't remember anything. Or anyone. Plenty of fans had come to see Cecilia, but their faces were a blur in everyone's memories. Useless.

So they left the dancers and the set designer who watched Marinette with far too much intensity. They moved to the second stop on their list. He visited this place before. So many times, when Marinette didn't even know he was there. I had to make sure she was alright.

"It's been a while," Marinette muttered beside him as they strode down the hospital corridor. "And I can't exactly say I'm happy to be here." The scent of disinfectant filed his nose. Nurses bustled past him. A family walked down the corridor, carrying flowers and balloons in their hands.

Marinette's doctor was on duty that day. Adrien had verified Dr. Max's rotation schedule before heading to the hospital. He also had his men check to see if either Max or Ivan had taken any recent flights to Chicago. They didn't.

But they could have driven there. A thirteen-hour plane ride was doable. (A/N: I have no idea how long it takes to get to Chicago from Paris, so I'm just guessing.)

He halted at the nurse's station. "I need to see Dr. Max." The nurse glanced up. Mylene's eyes widened a bit as she stared at Adrien, then she smiled. He had gotten plenty of smiles like hers over the years. Flirtatious. Interested.

Only he wasn't interested. Marinette was at his side. When he had her, he didn't need anyone else. "He's on his rounds right now, but is there something I can help you with?" Mylene asked as she rose and leaned forward, putting her hand on his arm. "I'll be happy to help you, if you need assistance."

What he needed was Max.

Another of Marinette's lovers. Shit, but it had been hard not to drive his fist into Ivan's pretty-boy face. When the guy kept touching Marinette, too much familiarity in that touch…I wanted to break his hand. Only Adrien wasn't supposed to be that guy any longer. He was supposed to be the businessman. The success story.

Not the street fighter who wanted to tear into anyone who had gotten too close to Marinette. "I'm afraid that only Dr. Max can help us, Mylene." He said, pulling Marinette close to his side. She tensed up when they walked into the hospital. Not that he blamed her, not after what she had been through. He wanted to question the doctor, then get the hell out of that place with her.

He preferred to get her back to the hotel. To get her naked in his bed again. Once wasn't nearly enough.

But he had to eliminate the threats around her first. "When are you expecting Max back?" Adrien asked Mylene. Then, speak of the damn devil, Max marched around the corner. The guy's white lab coat swirled around him as he put a clipboard on the nurse's station. "Mylene, make sure the low carb diet for Mr. Rodriguez continues for at least twenty-four hours and…" he trailed off.

Because his gaze had lifted. And locked on Marinette. Another asshole that I want to punch. But at least unlike Ivan, Max didn't rush across the room and wrap Marinette in a too-tight hug. Max didn't move at all, but his gaze sure seemed to drink Marinette in. What was it about her? She drew men to her. She had sure drawn him easily enough.

Addicted him, from the very first. "Dr. Max." With an effort, Adrien kept all the emotion from his voice. "We need a few minutes of your time." The guy's startled gaze flew to his. The doc hadn't even seemed aware of the fact that Adrien was standing there, not until that moment. Adrien wasn't used to being ignored.

He flashed his teeth in a shark's grin. "We're going to need that time, now."

"I-I just finished my rounds." Max glanced at his watch. "I can spare a few minutes. Come this way." Then he turned, without another word, and headed back down the corridor. Adrien took his time following the doc, and he made sure not to let go of Marinette. How did she feel about the doctor?

The fellow was close to Adrien's height, had a build similar build to Adrien…Max still had his dark hair though. Max seemed like a safer, more dependable version of Adrien. Adrien hated the son of a bitch. Files were scattered around the doctor's office. A few framed photographs. The doc grabbed the files and shoved them on his desk, blocking some of the photos. But Adrien had already seen them.

Yes, he hated the son of a bitch. "What are you doing here, Marinette?" Max asked as he crossed his arms over his chest. Now that they were away from the nurse's station, the polite veneer that the doctor had worn while they had an audience showed signs of cracking. "I thought you had gone to Chicago." He knew where she was headed.

"I did." Marinette pulled her hand from Adrien's. "Do you…do you remember when I said that someone forced me off the road?" Max's dark eyebrows shot up. "That's why you're here? The cops told you that there were no signs of-"

"Someone attacked me recently in Chicago." Her voice was soft. "Before the attack, someone had been following me for days, weeks…the same way the person followed me here, in Paris." The faint lines near Max's eyes deepened. "Look, you were under a lot of stress after the accident, I get that…but the cops said-"

"I'm not real interested in what the cops said," Adrien cut in. He wasn't in the mood to have this pompous prick dismiss Marinette's fears. "I'm interested in what Marinette says. Someone attacked her, and I'm here to find out who that was."

Max's brown eyes darted from Marinette to Adrien. "Are you some kind of bodyguard or something?"

"Something." Those brown eyes assessed Adrien. "I've seen you before." Max's fingers snapped together. "You were at the hospital, back when Marinette was first brought in. The admins upstairs forced us to let you in to see her." With the right leverage, he found his way to Marinette's bedside. The fact that he made a hefty donation to the hospital's charity board had certainly helped his situation.

Max's eyes widened. "You're Adrien Agreste." Adrien shrugged. "Adrien," the doctor gritted as his gaze jumped to Marinette. "I've heard that name before, haven't I?" She flinched. What the hell is that about?

"I should have known," Max continued, "when you told me you were headed back to Chicago, that you would wind up with him." He exhaled. "I don't know what you want from me, Marinette. You left and- hold the hell up." A muscle flexed in his jaw as the doc seemed to fully grasp the situation. "You think it was me? You think I'm the one who came after you?"

"Are you?" Adrien asked him. The color had fled from Marinette's face. Adrien didn't like that. Not at all. "I didn't even know her before the accident. So I sure couldn't have been stalking her then." Max threw himself into his chair. The wheels rolled back. "And, no, I didn't rush after her to Chicago. The sex was good, but trust me, I've moved the hell on."

The sex was good. Every muscle in Adrien's body tensed. "Give us a moment, would you, Marinette?" Adrien's voice was soft. Too soft. "Adrien…" Worry had entered her voice. She did still know him so well. He glanced at her. "It will only take a moment."

Marinette shook her head. "I'm not going anywhere. This is my life we're talking about." The drumming of his heartbeat filled Adrien's ears. He forced himself to look back at the doctor. "Do you remember who visited Marinette while she was here?"

"I remember you," Max snapped. "I don't forget it when the hospital VP tells me I have to let some visitor in against regulations." The guy needed to stop pushing. "Anyone else?"

"I have a lot of patients, it's not like I can remember everything-"

"You don't fuck all your patients." Adrien paused. "At least, I hope you don't. So since Marinette warranted special treatment from you, I'm thinking you might have paid a bit more attention to who was coming and going from her room." The doctor's eyes had narrowed. Anger burned in his dark gaze.

"Ivan," Max bit out. "He came in, so did some of the women Marinette was with when she visited him. I never saw anyone else, but then, I was working my rounds. Treating other patients. Not keeping a twenty-four seven watch on Marinette." The doctor just kept pushing…

"I guess I know why you told me good-bye, Marinette," Max said as he drummed his fingers on the desk. "But then, I knew what was happening after that night."

"I'm sorry." Marinette told him. Adrien stiffened. Oh, hell no, she didn't need to apologize to this jerk who didn't understand the concept of a doctor-patient relationship. "So am I," Max murmured. His gaze shifted to the door. Jaw hard, he said, "Now if it's all, I have work to do."

No, that wasn't all. "I need to know where you've been the last few days, doctor." Though Adrien had a feeling that Mylene could give him that info. "Why? Because you think I flew to Chicago and attacked Marinette?" Max rose from his chair. Crossed the small room until he stood right in front of Marinette.

"Is that what you think? That I would hurt you? I'm the one who saved your life. I'm the one who helped you."

"It's not like that, Max," Marinette said. There was some bite in her voice. "I'm just trying to figure out what's happening. You don't understand, he's been watching me. For so long." Her hair slid over her shoulders as she shook her head. "I'm tired of being afraid. I want him stopped. I thought…we thought you might have seen someone, seen something that could help-"

"If I knew anything that would help you, I'd tell you." Max's gaze swept over her face. "I'm sorry, but I don't." Marinette nodded. She turned away. Adrien headed to her side. He took her elbow. Made sure that she exited that room. But…before he left…

Adrien shut the door. He flipped the lock so that Marinette couldn't burst back inside. Then he squared off against the doctor. "I don't really care for bullshit." Adrien figured it was good to be blunt. Marinette knocked on the door. "Adrien?" Her voice was high, shocked. "What the hell are you doing?"

He pointed to the desk. "If you're so over Marinette, why is her picture on your desk?" The doc's Adam's apple bobbed.

"You better have people here who can say that you haven't left town. Because if I find out that you've been following Marinette…" Adrien smiled and knew the sight would chill. "I will make sure you're never a threat to her again."

"I-I didn't even realize the photo was still there. I just haven't tossed it out-"

"You're done with Marinette. She's done with you. She's moved the fuck on, and you need to do the same." Adrien held the guy's gaze a moment longer, wanting to make sure the fellow got the point. Marinette's fist hit the door. "Adrien, stop it!" Fear and anger twined in that demand.

Because she remembered what he was like. She shouldn't worry so much. He was leaving the doctor in one piece. For the moment. The sex was good. "It might have just been good with you," Adrien said as he cast a disdainful glance at the doc. "But it's fucking fantastic with me." Then he left the not-so-good doctor glaring after him.

"What did you do?" Marinette pounced on him. He shrugged. "Set a few things straight." Now it was time to find Mylene and confirm Max's whereabouts. The door slammed closed behind him. Adrien was pretty sure he heard a fist hit the wood. Good. The message had been received.

Penguin: And that's all of today! I will be posting a new story on Wednesday, and it'll be a one-shot series again, but can you guess what kind? c; Bai! P.S.: I have fixed car drive to plane ride because of the comments I've gotten about it. So you're welcome.