I'm just saying this right now, but I did not copy from the actual show. I thought up and published the chapter of The Writer and her powers of illusion before the season finale came out. Also, thank you for your comments! I found them really helpful, but I will not redo some of the chapters. However, I will try to scratch out some of the plots because there is a lot going on right now in the story. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy.

"Where am I?"called out Marinette, rubbing her head. She was on the floor, and quickly dusted herself off as she stood up.

"It appears that you are in a story,"said Tikki.

"Huh? Tikki, where are you?"asked Marinette.

"Behind you,"replied Tikki.

"I've been searching the place, and maybe it's just me, but castles in the middle of Paris seems unrealistic. Don't you agree?"

"Yeah, Tikki. I'm a real dummy. I've been so worried about Chat Noir that I forgot my top priority is to capture the Akuma. Geez, I really let Chat Noir cloud my thoughts sometimes, don't I? I'm supposed to be the logical one, but with so many things going on, I feel like my secret double life can sometimes get in the way. If I had thought of a better plan, maybe this wouldn't have happened. It's all my fault, Tikki. All my fault." Marinette managed to muster a small smile.

"Come on, Marinette. You can't blame yourself for everything. You became a superhero knowing the risks. Worrying really can't do anything."

"You're right, Tikki. Thanks."

"While you were out unconscious, I might've found where Chat Noir is hiding."

"Then what are you waiting for? Come on, let's go, Tikki." Marinette stood up, recollecting herself before she went to follow the flash of red and black.

Their destination was an old, abandoned castle.

"I swear I saw a flash of black around here somewhere. Hmmm…" said Tikki thoughtfully to Marinette. She followed her through the decrepit entrance, almost afraid that the cracked pieces of stone would fall on her any minute as she flitted around.

"Tikki, do you think this could be Chat's footprint?" asked Marinette as she stopped in front of a layer of dust.

"Yeah, it could be possible. Let's just follow this direction to see if he's there," responded Tikki as she stepped behind a dust-covered pillar.

"Let me just transform first. Tikki, transform me!" called Marinette.

As soon as the blinding light stopped, Marinette stepped out from behind the pillar. She examined the footprint, deciding that it was Chat Noir's. The hunt for him was on.

Chat Noir scanned the treetops, looking for somewhere his lady could be. He knew she was here, judging from that sudden flash of light and the black and red blur that fell from it. But still, he couldn't be sure, and he was about to detransform. He quickly jumped back through the cracked window and onto the unstable floor, right before he turned back to Adrien again.

"Chat Noir?" Ladybug's voice rang out. Adrien tensed up and freezed, and Plagg immediately flew back under his white jacket. He saw Ladybug turn around the corner.

"Oh there you are, Chat Noi-" Ladybug stopped talking and stared straight into Adrien's green eyes.

"Wait, why are you here, Adrien?" Snapping out of her stare, she glanced suspiciously at him. Adrien thought hard to think of a good lie.

"Umm … well, The Writer thought that in bringing me here she could bring fear to the people of Paris because I was so well known. And if … I had been discovered missing, then maybe the people of Paris would erupt in chaos." I totally deserve an award for lying right now. Why am I even a model instead of an actor? Adrien wondered.

"Really? Then how long have you been here? Do you know where Chat Noir is?" This was no time to be stammering to the boy she liked right now-the situation was currently an emergency. She needed her partner now.

"Uhh … one question at a time, please. I've been here for a pretty long time, and I just saw Chat Noir … a while ago. He told me to tell his partner that he was busy on something and that he would find her and meet up with her again." That was too close. Well, at least it kept me from blushing, Adrien thought.

"Geez, where is my partner when I actually need him?" mumbled Ladybug as she messed up her hair.

Well, that's cute, but is that how she really thinks me as? Adrien sighed.

"Well, Ladybug, it's time I go," said Adrien as he walked away.

"Hold on a sec, Adrie-Mr. Agreste. In order to keep you safe, you're going to have to stick with me. I seriously don't want anyone to get hurt," said Ladybug as she started to walk. Adrien followed her.

"But I need to use the bathroom-" Adrien was cut off by Ladybug.

"No lousy excuses," interrupted Ladybug.

"How did you mark that as a lousy excuse?"

"I use the same ones."

Well ... that didn't work. What's next on my list of excuses? Oh right-the I-totally-forgot-my-homework-in-my-locker-can-I-get-it-when-there-is-an-emergency-excuse.

"Hey, Ladybug, I think I dropped something while we were walking." It was true-the stinky smell of camembert wasn't with him anymore, and he could hear Plagg protesting quietly about his "lovely" and "dear" cheese. Not his loss.

Ladybug turned around. "Hurry up and get it please, Mr. Agreste. I'm afraid I'm running low on patience because of one mischievous kitty."

"Sure," replied Adrien. He was smiling his famous smile at Ladybug's professional tone of voice and at the kitty comment. Obviously she didn't know that it was him. Maybe it was his imagination, but he was certain he saw a hint of red spread across her face. Ladybug turned around swiftly with her arms crossed before he could investigate any further. He turned around, and quickly ran in the opposite direction until he was sure Ladybug couldn't hear or see him.

"Plagg! Come out, I know you're in there." Adrien held one side of his jacket open.

"Oh, all right … " grumbled Plagg as he slowly flew out.

"We need to get Ladybug to think that Adrien is busy, so Chat Noir can take action."

"Give me my camembert first."

"No."

"Give me it."

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"I seriously am never going to help you again," mumbled Plagg. He felt like his hands were missing something to hold and drop whenever Adrien transformed. He even missed the wonderful smell that Adrien called "gross."

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that," said Adrien.

" ... " Plagg crossed his arms.

"I'll need you to fly in the direction next to Ladybug's left with my jacket. Call in a high pitched voice to tell Ladybug that you need to find somewhere to do "business" and then quickly fly back to me. I'll transform into Chat Noir and go to the place where Ladybug is at. I'll check on my jacket with my cat vision and tell Ladybug that I'm all right. Then we'll go search for the place where we could exit this musty castle and save Paris. Then maybe Ladybug would love me for saving her and add in a few kisses, too."

Plagg laughed. "In your dreams, Adrien," Plagg said between his dying giggles. If only Tikki was here. Then maybe she would've scolded Plagg for being mean. Plagg wondered how Tikki was doing.

"Hey! Knock it off!" Adrien said as he threw his jacket onto Plagg. The jacket weighed him down.

"Plan to distract Ladybug is in action! Go!"

"Alright, alright," grumbled Plagg as he flew away with the white jacket into the direction that Adrien indicated to go.

The jacket weighed Plagg down more than he had expected. He worried that he may not even have enough energy to fly back. He pushed the thought away, shaking his head. This was exactly the reason why Adrien had to listen to him. But no, Adrien thought he was right and confident and as a model, he had the right to criticise his tastes. Plagg's tastes. As if he even knew what Kwamis ate …