"Coast is clear," Adrien said, and Plagg flew up out of his jacket pocket. Grabbing a handful of paper towels, he began to pat his jacket dry. It took him longer to get to the restroom then he expected. People kept stopping him to talk, apparently oblivious to the fact that he was dripping water everywhere.

"Did you get any cheese?" Plagg drifted up to hover near Adrien's head.

Adrien reached into his pocket and produced a slice of camembert he had snagged from one of the drifting silver plates.

"I still can't believe I am reduced to pocketing stinky cheese for you," Adrien complained.

"A small price to pay for being a superhero, my friend," Plagg gulped down the cheese, "Oh, yeah," he chewed enthusiastically, "that's the stuff."

"So, what's the deal with this Marinette?" Plagg asked after finishing chewing his cheese, "Is it love?" Plagg put an extra emphasis on love, pulling it out nice and long.

"What do you mean," Loosening his tie, and leaning against the sink, Adrien pulled a couple of paper towels, patting at the wet spot on his jacket. "She's my friend."

"A friend you want to cuddle?" the Kwami teased, "I noticed you holding her awfully close when you were dancing."

"I was not," Adrien protested weakly. She had felt so good in his arms, while they were dancing, it had felt right. He only ever felt that way when he was fighting with Ladybug. Maybe Plagg was right, maybe he had been holding her too close.

"Are you going to kiss her?" Plagg asked, "I'm just asking so I can duck away. That kind of mushy stuff makes me sick."

"Plagg!" Adrien said, annoyed.

"Don't get me wrong, I think you should go for it," Plagg said, floating lazily around the bathroom, "It's time you had a kiss you remember."

"What do you mean, a kiss I remember," Adrien said, eyeing the Kwami.

"Nothing, Don't mind me. I don't know what I'm saying half the time," Plagg drifted lazily around Adrien's head. "You missed a spot."

Adrien was quiet, dabbing at his clothes with the paper towels.

After a while Plagg interrupted the silence and Adrien's thoughts, "Can I ask you something?" Plagg said.

"What?"

"Why are you hiding in the bathroom."

"I'm not hiding," Adrien protested.

"Really?" Plagg eyed Adrien, "It takes you this long to clean up a little water?"

"Plagg, I think I like Marinette," Adrien said, "I mean really like her."

"So? What's the problem?" Plagg asked.

"I'm in love with Ladybug. How can I start liking Marinette. Am I that fickle?" He buried his face in his hands. "What if I ruin our friendship. What if they both end up hating me. I can't be in love with two women. What am I going to do?" Adrien asked.

Plagg floated by Adrien, looking at him thoughtfully before he asked, "Do you want my advise?"

"It's not about cheese is it?" Adrien asked.

"No, you're hopeless when it comes to cheese. I mean about your Lady problems." He emphasized the word 'Lady'

"Fine, what's your advise?" Adrien asked.

"Ask a different question," Plagg said.

"Ask a different question?" Adrien repeated, "what question should I be asking?"

"The question you should be asking yourself, is, who do you WANT Ladybug to be."

"What do you mean?"

"Look, I'm sure you've noticed it, but when your with Ladybug, it's all business. You have akumas to fight, a city to save. Neither one of you have the time to be in a relationship. Look for somebody who you want to be your Ladybug, one with the same qualities that you fell for in Ladybug. Does this Marinette have those qualities?"

Adrien was quiet for a moment, "Maybe it's time to let My Lady go."

"Or maybe not," Plagg added, unhelpfully, "as you said once, 'what do I know about love.' Maybe you should stay true to your Lady in red. After all, someone like her doesn't come around everyday."

Adrien blinked. "You're right Plagg," he said.

"Huh? I am?"

"Someone like Ladybug doesn't come around every day." Tossing the paper towels in the trash, he opened up his coat. "Lets go Plagg. Time to find Marinette."

Adrien stepped out of the men's room just in time for a yellow blur to run into him, knocking him over.

"Adrikins!" Chloe's voice rang out, as he sprawled on the cold marble floor, a mass of yellow fabric obscuring his vision.

"Chloe, is that you? What's going on?" Adrien asked, pulling the fabric off his face, "What happened to your dress?" He asked, taking in Chloe's torn dress and disheveled hair.

Gasping for breath, she managed to get out, "Marinette, Akuma, got to hide."

Adrien's eye's widened, and he almost couldn't breath. Oh, Chloe what did you do? Marinette, turned into an Akuma. His mouth went dry. No, not Marinette. She was the only person in their class to have never turned. She was happy and fun and cheerful. It couldn't be.

Scrambling to his feet, he pulled Chloe up behind him, "Go," Adrien ordered, giving her a little push down the hall, I've got to get Marinette."

Chloe paused, looked at Adrien, before turning and running down the hall. "That goodie two shoes better know how lucky she is," she called over her shoulder, before turning the corner and disappearing from sight.

Adrien watched her go, making sure she was gone before turning and running the way she had come. "Plagg, claw's out!" he shouted as he ran.

He barely noticed as the warm light enveloped him. Usually he loved this part. Changing from his boring self into Chat Noir, but he was too panicked. Marinette, I'm coming! He thought frantically, Please, please be ok.

Skittering around a corner, he found Ladybug had beaten him to the fight. If Ladybug was here, then she would be able purify Marinette's akuma. Good, he thought, and launched into battle. There was no way he was letting Hawkmoth sink his slimy claws into Marinette.