For reference, assume languages are swapped in this chapter. My french is not sufficient to cover this conversation. This is set after Jeremie figures out how to activate a tower to give one of the Lyoko Warriors a power boost to combat one of Xana's spectres.

Still don't own Code Lyoko.

()()()() Canon Level: 50%/Noncanon: Two Enemies are stuck in an elevator together. ()()()()

I glance up from my phone as someone dives through the elevator at the last moment. When I recognize the mane of golden hair and the aviator sunglasses, it's all I can do not to groan in disgust.

"Heyo, mon petit papillon. Angelique grins at me, "How's it going?"

"I'm not your little butterfly," I mutter back, "I refuse to acknowledge any nickname you decide to give me, or your ability to speak the french language."

"You're hurting my feelings," Angelique says, her hideous American accent making a mockery of the french language, "At least I speak well enough for Madame Martin. That counts for something, right?"

The elevator begins moving, and my gaze returns to my phone, "Your lucky to still be in class after what your buddy did to Aelita. And you're equally guilty, if not more so." A growl escapes her, and I raise an eyebrow, "Angelique?"

Another growl leaves her, and her entire body shudders. Bright purple sparks leap from her hand, and I take a step back, bumping into the back wall as her gaze rises, the mark of Xana flickering to life on her glasses. I give a hiss of irritation, and swiftly shoot a text to Jeremie, letting him know the situation. He responds almost instantly, and I nod.

As I look back up, Angelique's hand slams into the wall, denting the cheap metal and sending an electrical charge through the entire system. The elevator shudders to a halt, and I casually put my phone away. "Afternoon, Xana." I say calmly, "Finally got tired of trying to possess me? Can't say I blame you, I was getting tired of it as well."

Xana's response is a howl of rage and a haymaker directed at my left temple. I duck underneath the blow, letting her - him? Them? Them - punch the wall fruitlessly. Another ripple of electricity emanates from their fist, and I glance up as the roof begins to groan. We're on the thirteenth floor, so a fall would be less than ideal - for me, at least - and there are the damages and paying for said damages that I have to consider. White smoke spirals out of the flickering light overhead, Jeremie coming through in a fantastically timely manner. The smoke flows into my eyes, pumping my limbs with power. Blue electricity crackles around my body, and sparks leap from my fingers as the Spectre settles in place.

I roll my shoulders and crack my neck, loosening up as Xana whirls to face me again, "Alright, mon petit frere," I say, holding a hand out with my palm up, "come at me."

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If anyone is wondering why Cameron called Xana his "little brother" at the end there, it's just because Xana was created by Franz Hopper. It occurred to me a few weeks ago that this, to an extent, does sort of mean that they're siblings by adoption. While "Petit Frere" does mean "Little Brother", it can also be used (as it is in this context) as a gender neutral "Little Sibling".