Paris, France

Spring 1944

Bridgette looked out the small window of her bedroom to watch the sun peek out over the buildings of Paris. She wiped the sweat from her brow brushing her bangs from her eyes with a grin. She had still not gotten used to the time zone in the city and had awoken in the early hours of the morning. Bridgette giggled as she heard Ayla snore from the top bunk whose brown hair was a frizzy mess covering her face and pillow.

"What a beautiful morning." Bridgette sighed observing the city streets below her. She was about to turn away from the window when a silent scene took place under the lamp post.

A young woman still older than Bridgette was surrounded by two men around the young woman's age. The young woman was quivering under the dim light which reflected off her blonde hair in a blinding fashion as the men touched her. Bridgette watched in horror as this scene took place but what brought her more shame was when she saw the windows close upon hearing the woman's desperate pleas. They're turning away. I've got to do something.

Bridgette grabbed her pea-green trench coat as she quietly slipped out of the house into the quiet streets of Paris. The group of men had pushed the woman out of the light of the lamp post to the nearby alley as they drunkenly laughed. Bridgette gripped the screwdriver in her large pocket, silently tiptoeing down the street to the mouth of the alley.

"Hey! Leave her alone!" Bridgette shouted angrily at the group of men, her hands shook violently with fear.

"Look a little girl." The man moved away from the shaking blonde woman who was held tightly between the other two men dressed in black. "Ooh, it's one of those immigrants from China. You know, the one we saw with the Cesaire girl."

"Why don't you come with me, sweetheart? I can get you something real nice." The man chuckled swinging his bottle slightly. The man's hazel eyes shined in the dim light as he approached. He placed a hand on her shoulder as she froze with fear.

A fire began burning inside of her releasing Bridgette from her petrified state as she released the screwdriver in her pocket to bring the man's head down onto her knee. The man whose mind was foggy from the alcohol couldn't keep his balance as the girl half his size knocked him to the side.

"I said let her go," Bridgette said once again more forcefully as she stepped closer to the two men holding the struggling woman. The man on her left side had curled himself into a ball clutching his heading groaning in pain.

"Let's get out of here man!" The man with the curly blonde hair released the young woman and took off down the alley with his red-haired friend following suit. "She's crazy!"

Bridgette let out a sigh of relief giving a confident nod as all three men took off down the street. Bridgette glanced at the girl who began collecting her items placing them back into her bag, softly she knelt down beside the frizzled girl handing her, her wallet.

"Are you alright?" Bridgette gave a gentle smile as she blonde glanced up with her fearful gray eyes.

"Y-yes, thanks to you." The young girl gave a smile in response as she stood up, dusting off her jacket the girl clutched her bracelet.

"What were you doing out here at this hour?"

"I was on my way to an early job interview," The girl looked bashfully to the side tucking a long lock of hair behind her ear. "I was on my way to the metro when they cornered me in the street, and that's when you showed up."

"You think you'll still make it?" Bridgette asked concerned as she glanced down the street.

"I think so," The girl turned toward Bridgette. "Thank you, and by the way it's Melodie."

"I'm Bridgette." Bridgette smiled shaking her hand in greeting before realization flashed in her eyes. "You go to my school. You're two years my senior."

Melodie smiled as she took off down the street calling behind her before disappearing around the corner. "Remind me not to get on your bad side Cheng!"

Bridgette laughed softly as she made her way back to the Cesare household letting out a small yawn.

"Just a little nap." Bridgette murmured as she collapsed tiredly on the desk chair as the sun rose over Paris, she abruptly snapped up as her head landed on something solid. "What?" Gently, she cradled the small jewelry box in her palm.

"Girls! Time to get ready!"

Bridgette quickly slung the box into her pocket of the coat unbeknownst to the future that rested inside.

"Master this is what you decided to do for her test?" Wayzz asked slightly concerned for his Master's mental health. Master Fu smiled as he made the cart with the tipped over fruit disappear from the street.

"No, but she has already proved herself." Master Fu patted Wayzz on the head lightly as he swiveled on his heel. "She stood up for someone she never met. She faced danger head-on without any concern for her well-being."

"She will be our ladybug." Wayzz placed the pieces together."But are you sure sir? She is fairly new to this country. Will she be able to perform her duties?"

"I believe she will be one of the best Ladybug I have ever chosen."

"But is it really fair to the girl?" Wayzz sat on Master Fu's shoulder as they traveled back home. "The boy's task was simply saving the girl from the bookshelf."

"The boy is selfish, rude, and critical." Master Fu responded with a warm smile. "Saving the girl today was proving he could learn things from Ladybug as Chat Noir, and I may have added a twist."

"Master, not the curse."

"For him to be successful he needs a nudge from Plagg," The old man smiled as he twirled his cane. "This is what the boy will need to change. This is what Paris will need from Chat Noir."

Felix groaned as he rose from his king sized bed reaching over to his nightstand to grab his morning paper, his hand instead grabbed a ring box. Opening an eye, he pulled the box to him, opening the box only to see a black ring.

"Great," Felix dumped the box and ring into the trash bin next to his bed as ran a hand through his wild sandy blond hair. "More junk mail."

"I'm no junk kid." A voice spoke behind Felix who had begun to put her slippers on as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"Sacre bleu!' Felix shouted as he tripped on his blanket in his struggle to escape, crashing onto the floor. A black floating cat creature appeared inches in front of his face as Felix lifted himself back up to his elbows. "What the hell are you?!"

'My name is Plagg, not trash." Plagg spun in the air before floating lazily in front of him. "I'm your kwami."

"Where did you come from?!" Felix shouted as threw a slipper at Plagg who casually dodged it.

"From your ring," Plagg gestured to the ring on Felix's finger. "I'm here to train you as a superhero."

Felix let out a small shout as noticed the ring he threw out was magically on his hand. Standing up, Felix began yanking the ring off his ring finger to no prevail.

"Get this thing off me!" Felix demanded angrily.

"That's not coming off," Plagg watched with amusement as he sat on the bed post casually. "Not until you get a kiss from Ladybug. Only then you'll get rid of your bad luck."

A/N: I noticed that a lot of people make Bridgette a fashion designer like Marinette or a graphic designer, but I thought it would be interesting if Bridgette was an inventor. Anyways, sorry for the late update. I do have some announcements about my Miraculous Stories.

Good news is the side story about Marinette and Adrien finding out their grandparents knew each other is almost done. It will be in two chapters and both will be lengthy.

Bad news is I have nothing else to say. I have actually started the next chapter where Bridgette begins her stalking on Felix.

Thank you for the reviews I truly appreciate them! If anyone has any thoughts or questions feel free to PM me if you like!

~scarletsleuth