Chloé ran along the rooftops of Paris toward the Akumatised victim. She could see Chat Noir fighting her, but Ladybug was nowhere to be seen.

"Chat! Chat Noir!" Chloé cried.

"Oh no, not two Akumatised victims! How is that even possible?" shouted Chat.

"I'm not Akumatised, and I'm offended that you'd even think that," Chloé snapped. How rude of him.

The supervillain laughed loudly, reallerting the heroes to her presence. "Give me your miraculous, Chat Noir!" she cried.

"Not a chance!"

"Chat!" Chloé cried desperately. She had no idea what she was doing, and she needed his help.

"Where are you, Ladybug?" cried Chat. He glanced around, and the villain smiled.

"I'll find you for her," she laughed.

"No! Ladybug!" shouted Chat. Wait, what was the villain going to do to her? They had to help Ladybug!

"Chat!" Chloé yelled again. Finally, Chat grabbed his baton and jumped over to her.

"Wait a second," he murmured. "That's- you're-"

"Pollen said you would explain, Chat. Please."

"Oh, great. Okay. Chl- what's your name?"

"Don't insult me. Who doesn't know me?"

"Um… what's your superhero name?"

"Oh. Well, I'm a bee, aren't I? Queen Bee." Chloé felt quite pleased with herself. It really did fit.

"Okay, Queen Bee. First of all, tell no one your secret identity."

"But everyone will love me!" They already did, of course, but imagine Adrien's reaction!

"That doesn't matter, Chl-Bee. It's to protect those around you."

Ugh. "Fine." How stupid.

"Really? Okay. Good. So… um, we need to break the object where the Akuma is hiding, but only with Ladybug here. Only she can purify Akumas."

"Okay. Where is she?"

"I don't know. She's not calling me back."
"So who's the villain?"

"She calls herself the Siren. I think the Akuma is inside her microphone. I don't know who her civilian self is, but whenever she sings, people follow her and then they do whatever she tells them to do. She's like Guitar Villain and Simon Says combined."
"Okay."

"So try to stay out of harm's way, okay?"

"Okay."

"Good. Now, come on!"

Chloé pulled out her trompo and zipped after Chat. It was all happening so fast! She had just gotten her kwami-thingy today, and now she was fighting! Yes, she had helped Ladybug in the past, but she still had no idea what she was doing.

As they jumped onto the Trocadero, Chloé could see the Siren climb the Eiffel Tower.

"There!" she cried, pointing. Chat nodded, and they ran toward the villain together. Chat opened his baton again.

"Ladybug, where are you? I need you!"

"She's not coming, is she?" despair washed over Chloé. If Ladybug didn't come, they had no hope of saving their city. Her city.

Chat sighed. "I don't know. It doesn't look good."

"Then what do we do?"

"I don't know.

"Wait a minute." Inspiration struck Chloé. "You said she controls people with her voice?"

"Yeah."

"Well then, if we can't hear her, she can't control us!"

"Brilliant!"

"Earplugs." They ducked into a nearby shop, and Chat grabbed three pairs of earplugs.

"Just in case," he said. Chloé nodded and took a pair.

"These are hideous."

"Just put them in, Queen Bee."

"Ugh. Have you no fashion sense?"

"It's fashion or Paris, Bee. Make a choice."

"I choose…" Chloé hesitated and grabbed the yellow earplugs, as awful as they were. "I'll do anything for Paris."

Chat nodded, putting his black pair in. He said something, and Chloé shook her head. This was the downside of her brilliant plan, along with the fashion aspect. Chat pointed out the door, and she nodded. They ran toward the Eiffel Tower, toward the villain.

"Siren!" Chloé shouted. The victim turned toward her and opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Chloé smiled. Perfect. How to defeat her… what was Chloé's superpower, again?

"Bee sting!" cried Chloé, thrusting her trompo into the air. A rush of golden light flew out, enveloping Chloé. What was happening? She probably should have asked Pollen what, exactly, her superpower was. It probably wasn't a good idea to find out in the middle of a fight.

Or was it?

A swarm of bees flew out of her trompo, nearly knocking her over. Of course. Of course! Chloé was the Queen Bee, after all. She had just given herself a distraction. Chloé thrust her trompo toward the Siren, and it looked like she might have screamed. With a wild cry she couldn't hear, Chloé charged the villain and wrapped the string of her trompo around the Siren's microphone. As she went to pull it away from her, the microphone snapped in half, and a purple and black butterfly flitted out.

"Uh-oh," Chloé whispered. Only Ladybug could purify Akumas. Right?

Right?

No harm in trying.

"No more evildoing for you, little akuma! Time to de-evilize!" Chloé screamed, and thrust her trompo toward the butterfly. As it flew, an opening appeared. It closed around the Akuma, trapping it inside. Chloé pulled her trompo back to her and pulled out her earplugs. It was the moment of truth.

She opened the trompo.

A white butterfly flew out and away into the Parisian sunshine.

"What just-" Chat Noir stared at her with his mouth open. "What- what-"

"I don't know," Chloé replied. "I guess… bees are known for healing?"

"I guess."

"But we still need Ladybug. Look at all this destruction. Only she can fix it."

"Ye-yeah." Chat stared at her. Chloé would've been annoyed by this, except she knew that she would've done the same thing. She was Queen Bee. And she had done what Pollen had told her to.

"Your hair comb, Queen Bee!" Chat said. Chloé glanced up, and groaned.

"It morphed back to that hideously out of season comb, didn't it? Ugh! Ri-diculous! Utterly ridiculous!"

"No, you're about to transform back! Go!"

"Oh. Okay." Chloé pulled out her trompo and flew back to her room, landing on her balcony. It seemed she had just stepped through the doors when there was a rush of golden light and Chloé was standing in her civilian attire.

"Wow," she whispered. This was insane. Had it really happened? Chloé could hardly believe it.

"You did well," Pollen said.

"Of course I did. I'm Chloé Bourgeois." Pollen rolled her pretty blue eyes.

"So what now?" Chloé asked.

"Now, you get me a honey stick. I'm hungry."

"A honey stick?"

"Yes. I need to recharge."

"Okay." Chloé pressed her call bell. "I want a bunch of honey sticks… in the shape of a sunflower."

"Yes, Mademoiselle."

"And make it snappy." Chloé sighed and fell onto her bed.

"What does this mean, Pollen? It's all so much to take in."

"I know it's hard, Chloé, but you were chosen. It's time to be a superhero."