Hi everyone!

I know you are not fans of Adrien forgiving Felix but you have to consider that he knows nothing of the people he killed and that he doesn't want to feel alone anymore. Anyway, this chapter might change your mind. Let me know if it worked by reviewing.

Disclaimer: I don't own miraculous

Having fixed the bond with Felix was strange. He had forgiven, well sort of. The anger couldn't just disappear but he was willing to give his brother one more chance. If something went wrong it would all be over, no more forgiveness, ever. What threw him out of balance was that he'd been able to let go of what his oldest had done but not what his friends and Ladybug had. The hatred that he felt for them was consuming him. The persons he loved the most were dead to him. Of course, they had been closer to him than Felix, there should be more love surrounding them, but it wasn't like that. His brother was family and that was what he needed now. Maybe he needed it so badly he was forgiving when he shouldn't….

Thank goodness that next day was a Sunday. He could relax and process the information before facing the outside world once again. The night had been rough for all he could do was lay awake wondering if he was doing the right thing by trying to build his family back up or if he should do the righteous thing. The pressure was too strong. Even if he was used to putting the weight of the world in his shoulders this was beyond his capacity. At least he could think for a little longer.

Once he was sick and tired of turning the matter over and over, he went to fetch some food. When he was coming back something caught his attention: Felix was on the phone and he heard the sentence "I think he is one of them." Curious. What did he mean? What was he talking about? Who was he talking about? The conversation was hard to understand with only one side of it. Combine it with the fact that the sounds were muffled by the door and you got a messy situation to eavesdrop. Not that it stopped the young model.

"I'm telling you there is something off about him. He knows too much. And his reactions too intense." Was he talking about him? No. he wouldn't go behind his back, not after last night. Plus, he'd done nothing to give himself up, he'd tried to react as if he hadn't spent a year fighting his father. No. It couldn't be him.

"I know but you said so yourself, they are drawn to us." Who else was involved? What group did he make part of that he wouldn't tell him? Dread closed in and his breathing became too strong and quick. What if he was going to betray him again? No. Breath in, breath out. It was just his insecurities projecting themselves because of the fear of losing that part of family once again.

"No, I'm not saying he's the enemy. I would never think of him that way and I hope, for your own good, that neither do you. He is the most precious thing to me and if what you say is true then I'm out. I would never hurt my brother. It's because of you and your stupid plan that I pushed him away. Well, you know what? I'm not doing it again. We are finally starting to talk to each other again and that is worth more than anything you could say." Adrien didn't know what to think. For once Felix had just said that he was important and that he was willing to let go of whatever cause he was in just for him. Maybe he had gone behind his back but it could be just to stop this whole mess. He was trying to start things over…

He really needed his family and was ready to see the good in what Felix did if it meant not to lose him again. With that in mind, he walked away just as his oldest opened the door. He froze for a second, afraid that he'd been caught but the smile on his brother's face told him otherwise. Fiuf. "Hey Ad. You okay? You look a little pale." Said the older blond. He looked so much like the Felix of his childhood that Adrien forgot every doubt he had. This was the right thing.

"Yeah. Hey how about we do something today? You know as brothers." Proposed the youngest. He really wanted to feel like something was like it had been before. Something in the man facing him told him he wasn't the only one.

"I would love to."

At first none of them had any ideas. Every time they thought of something it just didn't seem good enough. This had to be something epic, an experience that would make it up for years of distance. Finally, it was Adrien who came up with an idea. He didn't say what it was, though, he just told his brother to follow him and lead the way to the small park next to his school with a football under his arm. Words weren't needed, the plan was obvious. As if it was only yesterday that they played in the town square, they fell into an old dynamic. Pass, stop the ball, shoot, goal keeping. Smile were plastered all over their features. Everything was as simple as it had been back then. They were just two kids who loved each other.

After a couple of hours, they both into a bench, completely drawn out. Men, that'd been great. It was just what they needed. Nothing could heal the distance and the time apart but they were both giving each other a new start, anew chance of living together. "Do you ever miss Home?" They both knew he wasn't talking about the mansion or even the city of lights. It was all about their little home town with the little houses and streets made of imperfect and irregular stones; the oak tree that stood in front of the school, the stands of colorful knickknacks and delicious food, the familiar faces that knew their names not because of the fame his father had but because they had watched them grow up. The simple provincial life.

"Yeah. Do you remember when Ms. Le Pont caught us stealing apples from her backyard?" responded Felix. How could he not remember? It had all started as a dare, to go into the grouch's garden and take her most precious belongings: the fruit she grew. A first everything had gone smoothly; the coast was clear. Then it got messy: the old woman came out with a broom and started shacking the tree making them loose their balance and almost fall over. She started yelling curses at them and they had to flee jumping from tree to tree until they were in their own garden. When the other kids had found out they declared them heroes, the bravest in town. Too bad their parents didn't think the same.

"Or that time when Lucas took the pancakes his mother was selling and gave us the whole tray?"

"How about Mr. Lebrun stole everyone's shoes because he was convinced someone was planning on destroying them?"

The conversation continued like so, cheerful memories that came with laughter and more memorials. A whole of "Do you remember when…" ensued. It was as though they had never fought, as they stood looking at the shadow of yesterday.