A/N: Hey ML fans,

Still fighting writer's block and it's killing me! I'm also writing a book so the chapters for this may be posted after long waiting periods. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Stay Miraculous,

-geekygirl20000

Adrien watched Marinette finish her piece and take a bow. After she left the stage, he stood to make his way to the band room, but was stopped when his name for his solo was called. So, he grabbed his trumpet, which was next to him, and walked up to the stage. As he awaited the "go ahead" from the judges, he wondered what Marinette placed with her solo and what they both placed with their duet. As far as he could tell, he and Marinette were the only ones who had played a song they wrote themselves.

"Mr. Agreste," a grouchy voice pulled Adrien out of his thoughts.

"Yes?" Adrien said, looking up.

"You may proceed," It was a judge speaking.

Adrien flushed with embarrassment and nodded. Then he picked up his trumpet and began. It was a slow tune known as "The Rising Sun" by Christian Morris, one of his mother's favorites. When he finished, the entire auditorium erupted in applause and the judges stood, making Adrien smile. He took a bow, grabbed his music, trumpet, and case and exited the stage. Once he entered the hallway, he took a deep breath and began to walk towards the band room, hoping that Marinette would be there, then he suddenly heard a crunch of a folder under his right foot. He stooped to pick it up and let out a gasp. It was Marinette's folder. Adrien could hardly move. Marinette should've had the folder with her. It shouldn't have been sitting on the floor. Suddenly, he felt a hand land on his shoulder. Thinking it was Marinette he turned around pulling whoever it was into a hug.

"Oh Adrien," came a voice. A voice Adrien hadn't heard in ten years. "I missed you so much,"

Adrien gasped and pulled away. Standing before him was his mother, and she looked the same. Her blonde hair was secured in a braid and a smile played at her lips the way it always had. However, she also looked out of sorts. She wore a black bodysuit that covered her from her neck, to the tip of her toes. There were also huge bags under her eyes, indicating she hadn't had much sleep.

"Mom," Adrien started. "Why?" All of a sudden, Adrien's emotions came in a flood. He felt the anger, sadness, and hurt he had shoved down for so many years rush out of his heart. Hot tears fell from his eyes, and all he could do was turn away from the woman who had hurt him so deeply, hold Marinette's folder to his chest, and sob. An arm wrapped around his abdomen and he felt a hand grasp his and he was pulled into a motherly embrace, but he pulled away. Wiping a tear away from his chin, he turned and looked at his mother.

"Why?" he demanded. "Why would you leave? Why would you leave me in the hands of father?" Tears started down his face again and he hated it. "Why didn't you take me with you?" he asked.

His mother looked at him with pain. She reached for him, then thought better of it. He turned away from her, and all he heard from her was a sigh.

"I can't change the past, Adrien," she said tiredly. "All I can do is apologize and hope for the best. All I can do is hope that we can start over,"

"That wasn't an apology," Adrien stated angrily.

"I'm sorry Adrien. Can we, please start over and put the past behind us. I want to get to know you. I want to come home to you and Gabriel. I don't want to miss anymore than I already have," Adrien's mother feel silent and when he turned around, he found her on her knees, silently weeping. His expression softened and he knelt next to her,lifting her head so that her blues eyes met his green.

"Mom," he said. "That's all I want,"

His mother searched his eyes, then grabbed his face and wiped the tears that had sprung up again, then smiled.

"That's all I wanted to hear," Then her smile faded and she suddenly got a look of fear on her face.

"Mom? What's wrong?" Adrien asked.

"Adrien, where is that pretty blue, black haired girl you were with the last time I saw you?" A look of determination had entered his mother's eyes and Adrien suddenly felt worried.

"I don't know mom," he said as he stood. "The last time I saw her was during her solo, up on the stage,"

His mother was scaring him. After what her note said about the guy after her, Adrien was beginning to think the worst.

"Have you checked the band room?" his mother asked, already heading that way.

"No, but," he looked down at Marinette's folder in his hands. "I found this," he looked up to find his mother in a state of being he had never seen. She was ready for the end.

"Adrien, she has been kidnapped by the very man who has been following me,"

"What? Mom, how do you know?"

His mother knelt down next to the stage door and pointed out a bunch of mud the size of a man's foot.

"This is the footprint of the man who has been after me." she gestured at a strand of blue hair that sat next to it. "And I believe this belongs to that girl,"

"Marinette mom. Her name is Marinette,"

"Marinette, what a beautiful name,"

At the thought of her, Adrien smiled and looked back at his mother.

"Yeah, I think you are going to like her,"

"When we find her," his mother pointed out.

Adrien nodded in agreement.

"When we find her,"

Mrs. Agreste stood up with a clap.

"Alright, let's go find Marinette and bring justice to that man once and for all!"

Adrien grinned at his mother, his heart finally able to forgive.

"Where do we start?" he asked her.

His mother smiled.

"Where else? To the Hideout!"

And off they went. Mother and son reunited at last and off to save the girl of Adrien's dreams.