When You Live Forever...

Surprises are almost always bad

"If you know the enemy and you know yourself you need not fear the results of a hundred battles."

-Sun Tzu


Marinette

"I told you so."

Chat huffed from his perch on top of a lamp post. He was panting slightly, worn out from the fight. I leaned on the same lamppost, just on ground level as I glanced up at him. "Told me what?"

"That Gabe would send out an akuma." I rubbed my yo-yo, tracing the details with my gloved thumb. "We should make it a habit to only go out like this together."

"Don't let Alya hear you say that." Chat chuckled as Alya skitted over. A medical team wanted to check her over, but she was perfectly fine, besides the slight shock.

She raised her phone. "Can we finish that interview?"

Chat went to answer, when our jewelry beeped simultaneity. "Sorry, but we have to go." Chat said apologetically.

"One last question!" Alya squeaked, putting her phone away. "Something just for me to hear… So now that I -and at least half of Paris- know that you guys are somehow immortal or something, which lemme just say is sweet- ugh, getting off track." She took a breath. "When I said something about Fred earlier… he's my family's ancestor, and I just want to learn more about him…"

Chat hopped down from his post while I spoke. "Fred, huh? I can see it, you look strikingly alike, skin tone being the only huge difference. Well, I don't know what you want to know about him. Fred and his twin are big tricksters-"

"Is he still alive?" Alya said in a rush. "Sorry, it's just Chat hinted at him still being around and…" she trailed off.

Chat placed a hand on her shoulder, looking at his ring while doing so. "It's okay, you're just curious. I haven't seen him in a long time, so I don't know how he's fairing." He paused. "See, there's someone after us, as in, a group we're in called the Immortals. We all went into hiding, so we barely ever see anyone."

I nodded sadly. "But we're tired of hiding. Time we finished this." I smiled. "Maybe Fred will pay us a visit while we do it, as well."

Alya smiles, giving us a wave as Chat grabbed my waist and used his baton to pull us to a rooftop, where we start running.

"We have to tell her." Chat said after a moment of silence.

"I know." I replied, jumping over a heater. We usually tell interested descendants of Immortals about us, just because they deserve to know. Most descendants have stories of their immortal ancestors, passed down through families. It also helped prepare them in case Gabriel came across them.

He might kill them just for the heck of it.

I grit my teeth. Chloe, Nino, and Alya. Three descendants, just in 1 class. And we're in Paris, the area we were born in, named after the goddess who gave us our powers. How many other descendants were in danger in this city?

X

"If there was one time-" A sneeze. "I've ever wished more to be completely-" another one. "-immortal again, it would be now."

My eyes stayed locked on Adrian, who was sneezing again. A few hundred years ago, we found out he was allergic to feathers, and every time he sneezes, I feel bad. He never had a problem with that kind of stuff before we were weakened.

It had been a month since the town found out that we were older then old. Gabe had only akumatised one person close to us, Alix, in that time. He had been quiet, which was always a bad thing, but he had to be in the city somewhere. It's not like we havent looked, we've searched the whole city. It's strange, he should be pretty wealthy, he would have a big house and maids, that was the kind of person he was. People must know who he is.

At the moment, there was an akumatized pigeon man who was having a jolly time laughing at the sight of Chat sneezing. We had set up a trap, dressing Adrian up in a guard outfit and waiting for the man to call his pigeons on him. After a trip in a cloud of pigeons, they dropped him off in an abandoned building. I had followed behind, freeing the captured guards while Chat distracted the pigeon man.

Weird way of distracting.

He was on the ground, sneezing a fit. I knew at the beginning he wasn't pretending, but once the sneezing became louder and more drawn out, I knew he was acting. The pigeon guy, for some reason, found it hilarious. "You allergic to my pigeons. My sympathies." He said through tears. "I was told that if I found you, I must injure you. It will keep my pigeons safe."

He snapped his fingers, and a flock of birds dived towards him. I started moving forward to help, when Adrian stopped acting, jumping up and easily moving out of the way. I crouched back down, moving slowly across the catwalk. Looking at the lucky charm I had again, a coin, I spotted the vending machine below me.

Adrian, on the other hand, was still dodging and sneezing his way past the pigeons. As I lowered myself down, spiderman style on my yoyo, clinking the coin in and pressing the buttons, the man whipped around, hooting like crazy at the sight of me.

I yelped, grabbing the popcorn bag and ravelling back up the yoyo to the catwalk. His pigeons started flying after me, but Chat took the pigeon man's attention off of me again, tackling him to the ground. I ran across the catwalk, ripping the bag open and dumping the contents. After a moment, the birds stopped, settling down to start eating.

I dropped from the catwalk, landing in a crouch. Chat wasn't really having any problems just the man, besides his sneezes. If he wasn't allergic, he would have already subdued him.

After a moment, the man slumped over, Chat flipping away, one hand in a fist. Not surprised, I opened up my yoyo, watch the blonde spill the dust in his hands into my yoyo.

"I feel like they're getting easier and easier." He said with a grin.

"Maybe we're just getting better." I smiled back, nudging his arm. As we started going towards the door, my yoyo started beeping.

I frowned, glancing at it. Someone was calling, and since Chat wasn't, it must be someone who has my actual number.

Chat stopped wistiling, the arms that were above his head dropping to his side. I made a quiet motion, before answering it and holding it infront of us. "Hello?"

"There you are!" Alya's voice came out. "I went to your apartment but neither you or Adrian was there."

"He's with me." I said, and Chat said a small 'hey' to show he was listening. Since nothing was wrong, we started moving again "Is something wrong?"

"Gurl, you always think something's wrong." Alya's voice held a grin. "Mr. Gracestone said we got new clothes, and since he couldn't reach you, asked me to. I'm going in for an interview. You guys won't be the only models at the school!"

"Awesome!" Chat said as we moved to an alternate, empty road. As we walked Chat's transformation wore off. "I'll call and tell him we're coming."

"See you in twenty." Alya chirped, and the call ended. My transformation wore off, and I went into my purse, opening a bag and taking out a cookie.

"Sorry Plagg, I forgot to bring cheese." I frowned, looking into my bag some more. "I have this… cheese cookie, if you want it?"

Plagg groaned dramatically. "No one cares about little ole me!" He cried. "You would make me starve, or, worse, eat some cheap cheese knockoff!" He took a grumpy bite of the cookie, his eyes widening slightly before he took another bite.

"Grumpy cat." Adrian murmured, smiling as he scooped up the kwami from the air, putting him in a pocket. Tikki buzzed, flying over and cuddingly up into the same pocket. "They usually stay in your purse."

"It's getting cold." I shrugged, hailing a taxi. "They might not feel it as much as other things, but I think everyone can feel this." I shivered slightly.

"Need to start wearing actual pants, Netta." Adrian took off his overcoat, leaving the jacket the kwamis were in on and giving the overcoat to me. I gave him a smile, putting it on. Instantly, the warmth and the musk of Adrian made me shiver again as my body adjusted to the heat. I barely even noticed the fact that he had called me by my old name.

"Thanks." I breathed. "Will you be okay? That's a thin jacket." I looked the white jacket over again, a thin fabric with almost no insulation.

He laughed. "I'll be fine."

I tipped the taxi when we got there, and when the big sliding doors opened I was immediately blanketed in warmth. I made it to hot to wear the coat, but I still wanted to.

After an internal debate, I gave the jacket back, Adrian dropping it off in his room as we went to find Mr. Gracestone.

He was talking to two older models and Alya, explaining something something to them. His head snapped towards us when we walked in, and he excused himself. "Adrian, Marinette! Lovely to see you, I was worried when neither of you picked up the phone."

"We're sorry about that, something just came up." Adrian explained. "We weren't at home when we got the call, so we don't have the clothes you wanted us to model."

"No worries." Mr. Gracestone beamed. "We just got a new shipment of clothes from a new designer. They're pretty famous, so we need everyone here to do a shoot. This will help our business boom!"

I smiled at the optimism in his voice. "I hope so." I offended with a grin. "Does the designer make both youth and adult clothes?"

Mr. Gracestone looked behind us, and his eyes gleamed. "Ask our designer himself."

I turned around, and my heart almost stopped.

Because, with our lucky, of course Gabriel was right behind us.

"Hello kids."

Whovianeverlark17- I haven't watched much of season two *shrugs*I had this idea before season two came out, so im going to keep it pretty season one based just because things will change in s2 and i don't want to have to change with it. Like, I always knew miraculouses were indestructible, but i didn't really think it fair that Cataclysm could destroy them. Besides that… if you can piece together the clues, youll see the answer you were looking for in your question.

And thanks to the guest who left the happy comment about the HP references. I wasn't going to put them in the story, but it happened and there's no turning back.

I had fun writing this. Hope you enjoyed.