"I can't-I can't believe it," Marinette stammers, wiping her eyes. "Yeah, and the Supreme's a rotten scumbag." "No, I called you Fleabag," she giggles and we catch each other's eye and begin to giggle uncontrollably. "And I called you a Cockroach." Marinette shrugs. "Hey, I've been called worse, and I do kinda look like a Cockroach in the suit."

My eyes start twinkling with mirth. "So...does that mean I can still call you that?" Marinette taps my nose. "You now owe me a Starbucks, but sure, Fleabag."

A lightness fills my heart and soul as we head out the door, holding hands. We have angered the Supreme, but at least there are no secrets between us now.

I order a Mocha Cookie Crumble, while Marinette goes for a Shaken Espresso. "Could you do an extra dollop of whip cream on both?" I ask, handing the barista a tip. "Sure," she stutters, though I'm not sure if she's caught off guard by my tip, or my handsome good looks.

"Adrien!" Marinette scolds. "You totally confused the poor girl, what's is it, Nikki?" Marinette murmurs into her purse. "You want a cookie? Okay, I'll go back and get you one."

Once we have our drinks (and cookie) we head over to a window seat to watch the world go by. "Adrien, the Supreme was right about one thing," Marinette sighs, after taking a drink. "He gave me the prettiest and sassiest partner ever?" "No, you dork!" she groans. I reach for her hands across the table. "Your dork." "Fine. And no hand holding till I've finished my coffee!"

I think I actually pout. "Are you pouting?" she laughs. "You were saying?" I answer, studiously ignoring her comment. "We do have to find this Hesperia, and warn him. Maybe he'll entrust us with the Miraculous and we can take somewhere safe. At least until we defeat the Supreme," she sighs.

"I agree. After I hold your hand." Plagg is staring at me with big sad eyes, and I turn to look at Marinette. "I think we should buy Plagg some more cheese, before he decided our fingers are a good snack."

Surprisingly, the cheese store we were in last night has everything we need for a picnic and we buy strawberries, bread, grapes, cheese (of course) plus a selection of meats for sandwiches. Marinette is thoughtful to pick some up some tea for Aunt, and I want to get home and see how she's doing.

She declines our invitation to a balcony picnic, but she offers Marinette her brushes and easel to paint with outdoors. Marinette is thrilled and promises she'll be careful. Amelie says she'll be out later.

"Plagg, take it easy. You don't want to choke," I warn Plagg as he works his way through a mound of stinky Camembert.

Marinette giggles. "How can you giggle? That stuff reeks!" I pluck up a sprig of grapes and begin popping them into my mouth. "No, not Plagg! You! If you had a Toga, you'd look like a Roman model! Hey, let's see if we can turn you into one!"

"I don't know, I'm enjoying my spot in the sun…." Marinette grabs my hand, pulling me upright. "Come on, Fleabag, it will be fun!" She did not… "And I gave you extra whip cream!" she stops, smiling sweetly at me. "Yeah, but I forgot…" she stands on tiptoe as she gives me a good long kiss.

"Meow."

Thanks to Marinette's creative genius, I'm now stuck back out on the balcony, holding more grapes in a Toga outfit. Remind me why I have a crush on this girl.

Marinette is having the time of her life painting me, giggling like crazy. "You'd better sleep with one eye open, because I'm going to give you Medusa hair!" I playfully threaten.

"How do you know I don't already have it when I wake up?" she challenges. We now stand nose to nose. "You could, uh…" Her strawberry scented perfume and bluebell eyes are infecting my brain and my ability to speak. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" Oh, she did not.

"I'll buy you Starbucks for a week if you let me give me the style," I tell her, sticking out my hand. "Adrien? Marinette? Would you come in here, please?" Amelie calls. The playful mood vanishes and we hold hands as we enter the living room, sitting down on the couch.

"What's wrong?" "You must get this brooch to Hesperia before someone succumbs to its poison," she tells us, holding out a little box that holds the brooch. Marinette takes it, pinching the lid open with her fingers. A brooch shaped like a peacock with his feathers displayed sits nestled in a bed of velvet.

"I know it was you that helped us get away from the Supreme. We're you poisoned, Aunt Amelie?" Auntie gives me a smile. "Slightly, Adrien, but I wore such a short time it didn't do any long term damage. In the morning, your going back to Paris. The Supreme must be stopped before gains enough power and destroys the whole world!"

Even with everything going on right now, I sleep deeply, Plagg beside me. A couple of times during the night, I wake with nightmares and Plagg clambers up on my chest, curls up in a ball, and begins to purr.

The soft sound makes my lids grow heavy, and I fall asleep, now peacefully.

In the early morning darkness, we pick up Marinette from the hotel, sipping on hot coffee and bagels on the way to the airport.

Marinette dozes off as the plane descends in the air, and I hold one of her hands as I watch the sunrise through the window.

But when we begin to descend, a tight knot is coiled in my stomach, for Paris is now burning, smokes plumes across the sky.

This can only be the Supreme's doing. He knew we were in London, so what is the cause for his anger, for is the way he shows example when his ex-partners desert him.