"You're seriously brain dead if you think this stupid club is good for anything," Chloe screeched as she crumpled her fourth flyer. A small pile of wrinkled balls was forming around her feet, Rose had attempted to snatch the stack away from her yet Chloe persisted in her individual destruction.

"Friendship and fairytales? Are you seven? Grow up!"

"What happened Chloe? We used to be friends! Why are you doing this?" Rose sobbed grabbing desperately for her papers.

"Oh my god you are still seven! That was ages ago, I wouldn't be caught dead being your friend."

Rose is hyperventilating now, and other kids have begun to surround the commotion. "Lay off Chloe, don't you have anything better to do?" Alya's voice rang across the courtyard and Rose breathed a sigh of relief, with the distraction she attempted to grab the leaflets one more time.

"Nope!" Chloe threw the flyers into the air and Rose gasped. She started flailing to catch them, tears streaming down her face. Despite the cackling from Chloe her sobs are loud and clear.

"Thanks for passing them out Chloe!" Alya shouts as she grabs a flyer, "I'll definitely be at the meeting Rose."

"Me too!" Nathanaël waved his flyer in the air- the flyers which he had designed for her. Children all around the courtyard started to shout their support, Chloe's face turned a darker shade of red with every syllable.

"Well forget about your stupid club because my father will never allow it to continue!"

"On what grounds?" Alya scoffed.

"It's offensive to me and my religious beliefs or whatever, let's go pay the principal a visit Sabrina," Chloe flashed a grin full of gloating and spun on her heel.

"If she pulls that stupid father card one more time I will strangle her with her designer purse!" Alya exclaimed, barely heard over the wails coming from Rose. Juleka attempted to place a comforting arm around her shoulder, but she shrugged it off and ran out of the gates of the school. The first bell rang before anyone had the chance to run after her.

"She needs me!" Juleka cried as her friends dragged her into the school.

"She'll understand that you can't get another tardy this quarter without being suspended."

Within five minutes the schoolyard had cleared, and Rose's sobs were once again audible. In some room, somewhere in the city, a window let the light in to reveal a suited man surrounded by butterflies.

"Ah, a girl who refuses to grow up. Nothing makes better prey for my akuma than those who are already stuck in a delusion."

He smirked as he placed his black gloved hands over the pure white of the butterfly, releasing a black and purple butterfly that was the exact opposite of the other butterflies in the room.

"Now fly, akuma, and help me to regain the Miraculous."

The butterfly flew out of the small gap in the window, and made its way to the dejected teenager. As soon as the butterfly collided with the crumpled flyer in the girl's hand, the darkness spread.

"Hello Princess," a voice echoed in the back of Rose's mind, "I can give you the power to give everyone a happy ending, and all you have to do is bring me the miraculous of Chat Noir and Ladybug."

"I'll do it!" She squeaked. The darkness that had consumed her flyer spread across her body, changing her regular clothes into a sparkling pink ball gown. A tiara fabricated itself upon her head, and wings sprouted out of her back. The flyer transformed itself into one of the key images, a sparkling black wand.

"No one will be without a fairytale ending today, now get me my Miraculous!"

Meanwhile, Adrien Agreste was falling asleep in class: again. In addition to his normal late night activities, he had forgotten about his English essay due today and had been up nearly all night finishing it. He assumed he wasn't the only one either, considering the fact that Marinette had been thirty minutes late to school and looked just as close to collapsing as he did. The teacher's words were going in one ear and out the other and he honestly couldn't care less. Sure, if his grades slipped even in the slightest his father could pull him out of public school- the last thing that he would ever want- but sleep deprivation gave him additional confidence on the matter. Besides, his tutor had gone over the subject the teacher was droning on about three months ago.

"Prepare to meet your happy endings!" A light voice tinkled from the hallways, followed by the screams of fellow students. Adrien immediately reached for his bag, preparing to run into a utility closet he favored for his transformation. He saw flashes of pink and green light, and students running past their classroom window.

"Ok class," Mademoiselle Bustier began, "We need to remain calm and-"

The door burst open before she could finish, and there stood Rose decked out in some renaissance fair outfit. "Chloe!" She shrieked as bursts of green and pink light flew off her hands.

"Rose? Now you're cosplaying? You are absolutely miserable!" Chloe cackled, but no one was laughing with her. In fact, Adrien saw his class abandoning Chloe completely to her fate. Adrien knew he'd be back, but he felt at least a little bit guilty for leaving the mean girl to fend for herself.

As he ran out of the classroom and rounded the corner he saw Alya and Marinette fighting, a rare sight. Alya seemed to be dragging Marinette towards the exit, but Marinette was pulling back towards the action.

"There are still people in there!"

"And there are people out here!"

"We need to help them, Chloe included!"

Adrien starts a little at Marinette's words, losing his rhythm towards his destination. Marinette had always been quiet, yet she was the class president, and he had always admired her selflessness; but this was taking it a little far, even for her. The sound of grinding rock was clearly audible from the classroom, following more flashes of the pink and green light. Frogs hopped around the hallways, circling mounds of rock that resembled castles slightly, though they looked more like caves. Walls were missing chunks from the construction of said castles, and he could hear pounding fists within.

Before he had time to further ponder how brave and stupid Marinette was acting, he reached the supply closet.

"Plagg, claws out!" He felt the usual wave of calmness and security which followed the green explosion of his transformation. So many things in his life had been planned out and controlled, so many things banned and regulated, but this was completely and totally his.

He ran back to where he had last seen Rose, only to find the room empty minus the new castle structures and more of the frogs- whom Adrien assumed were his male classmates.

He followed the shrieks and sound of grinding rocks to the courtyard, where Rose was flying next to a floating cage holding Chloe. She was watching children scrambling for safety, sadistically zapping them as they passed beneath her. The girls were covered in an avalanche of rocks with only a small pocket of air within for their "castle", while the guys became frogs. A fairytale which could theoretically never end, with no prince to save the princesses and no princess to kiss the frogs back to being princes.

"What are you supposed to be, the tea party master? Maybe stick to forcing your stuffed animals to play with you," Adrien felt guilty using such cruel words on his obviously slighted classmate, yet that was the Chat Noir profile: egg them on until Ladybug was there to help him finish the job.

"Chat Noir! You can be my prince!" She squealed, attempting to shoot him with one of the green rays of light. He dodged quickly, doing a backflip to avoid the impact. Rose's eyes glinted maleficently as she recharged to shoot again, but Adrien was just relieved that he had removed her focus from the general population.

Two bursts of green light shot towards him, and by dodging the first, Adrien had placed himself directly in the line of fire of the other. He braced himself to lose his coat of fur in exchange for a coat of mucus when a certain red and black spotted heroine jumped in front of him, twirling her yo-yo to deflect the shot.

"My lady! Impecclawable timing as always!"

She turned her head to him, opening her mouth to say something, most likely to scold his use of a pun, but she was cut off by Rose's scream.

"No! He is my prince! This is not a love triangle!" Rose's focus was now on Ladybug, and she was a lot more relentless in her pursuit of the heroine's demise.

Ladybug grinned and somersaulted away from the Princess, Chat followed soon after. "It's one of her flyers, Alya told me she got into a fight with Chloe this morning about her club and then disappeared."

Chat's eyebrows rose in surprise, "You had time to interrogate witnesses?"

Ladybug stuttered, "Uh y-yeah, interrogation is my specialty you know."

Chat stored that little tidbit of suspicious information for later, surveying the villain for any sign of a flyer. The billowy skirts of her dress provided ample opportunity, but he didn't love the idea of frisking her down for a scrap of paper. He couldn't see any way of getting to a slip of paper without invasive personal actions.

"I don't-"

"The wand!"

"I thought we were looking for a flyer?"

"That wand, there was a picture just like that one on the flyer, Nathanaël designed it!"

"And you know this how?"

"No time for questions kitty!" And with that Ladybug vaulted towards the villain. Chat hesitates, thinking of how strange it is that not only has she seen the flyer, but that he knows the name of one of his classmates. Well, he had been an akuma at one point, but how had she known that he was responsible for the artwork on the flyer?

She was always pushing away questions, even when he had found her sobbing on the rooftops about a boy. She wouldn't even tell him the boy's name, only that she had overheard him tell his friend that he wasn't interested in her like that. She had been sitting on that roof for a while by the time he had found her, and had cried how much she hated her civilian form.

"Prince Noir! Catch my slipper!" Rose kicked her shoe off and it flew towards Chat, breaking his thought train, he was quick to dodge. Along with the shattering of glass, a large pumpkin emerged from the shoe.

"Sorry mademoiselle, but it seems as though you're confused about how a fairytale is supposed to end." Chat exclaimed as he shoved his staff into the ground, extending it so that he was level with the flying girl. He snatched for the wand and she shoved him away, leading to a teetering Chat. He regained his balance and jumped off of the staff and onto a nearby roof. From that roof he could see Ladybug swinging towards his winged classmate. She copied his previous action, and was actually successful in grabbing the wand.

Princess, however, seemed to have been anticipating this. She zapped Ladybug pointblank in the chest and easily reclaimed her wand, as she flew into the air, building a castle around her, Ladybug fell to the ground. Panicking slightly, Chat ran towards the falling girl, succeeding in catching her.

"Are you ok, milady?" He breathed as he set her down carefully, she was quick to get back on her feet.

"It was just a light show Chat, it caught me off guard," her voice was strong, yet he caught the slight sway as she attempted to run towards the growing structure.

He grabbed her arm before she could escape, "You need to be careful Ladybug," she starts slightly at how serious he sounds, "Living without you would be impawssible!"

She rolled her eyes at him and bounded towards the castle, the akumatized Rose had locked herself in a tower made of components ripped from nearby buildings and cars. It was a giant composite of the city, an ugly attempt at a castle, a Frankenstein version of a fairytale.

"Ok, so you'll take us up there, and you distract her while I grab the wand."

"Not to be blunt my lady, but that plan sounds a little bit underdeveloped."

"Well then do you have a better idea?" She raises her eyebrows almost mockingly, and Chat can feel the blood rush to his cheeks. Ladybug had never called him out like that, she had never insulted his part in their crime fighting duo like that.

"Ladybug I-"

"Just take me up there, I'm running out of time!"

Chat looks to her earrings and sees that there are still five dots, what does she mean by running out of time? Then he notices it, notices the slight dusting of blue on her fingertips, he noticed the little bit of white streaking her hair.

He reached up to touch it and she pulled away, "Frozen is her favorite movie," she mutters, stroking her hair subconsciously.

"Well it doesn't look bad," Chat jokes, referencing the movie.

"We need to go," she says softly, "Soon I won't be able to purify anymore."

In response, Chat wraps his arm around her waist and launches himself towards the opening in the tower.

"I didn't even have to let down my hair!" Rose's voice tinkled from within. Chat threw Ladybug into the opening as gently as he could and flipped in after her, retracting his staff as he goes.

Rose sat on a bed made of a bent up convertible, and she was running a brush made from a fork through her hair, which had grown twenty feet in the minutes since he had seen her.

"You brought the stupid bug again? We already have a villain in our fairytale!" She gestured towards the cage in the corner where a gagged Chloe was banging against the bars.

"Ignore her, your prince has arrived!" Chat does a mock bow, as he had done so many times for his lady. Rose turned her head away from the charging Ladybug long enough for her to grab onto to her wand again.

"Let go of me!" Rose exclaimed and flew out of the tower with Ladybug still clinging on. Chat Noir's heart drops as he sees Ladybug gain possession of the wand, leaving her freefalling. She catches herself by wrapping her yo-yo around one of the jagged edges of the recycled tower. Princess flew at her, shooting bolts of pink and green light, destroying her own tower, but Ladybug broke the wand in half before she could reach her.

"Catch her Chat!" Ladybug shouts as she releases her hold of the crumbling tower and uses the yo-yo to catch the butterfly. "I release you from evil!" Ladybug completes the purification and the newly whitened butterfly flies away all in the middle of her freefall.

Chat catches the falling Rose as Ladybug instructed, losing sight of her in the process. He hears a weakened "Miraculous cleansing light" from somewhere off to the side, yet still can't see his lady.

Rose was understandably upset, and Chat felt just a little guilty leaving her alone to deal with it: but his lady was also alone somewhere, possibly freezing to death. The buildings had been restored, the castles destroyed, and the wandering frogs were once again students, yet Chat could tell something wasn't right.

He was searching through the crowd for Ladybug when a red blur crashed into his chest, "Chat Noir!" it buzzed. "You have to help her!"

"Who?" Chat Noir demands, cupping the small sprite, but he knows. This was a kwami, the same kind of creature which was currently residing in his ring, and this kwami belongs to Ladybug.

"Ladybug," she sobbed, "Ladybug is hurt, she's hiding, but she's hurt."

"Where?"

"There!" The kwami points towards the staircase of a building with a little cave-like pocket underneath. Chat attempts to run and not squeeze the little kwami to death, but the kwami shrugs out of his grasp and flies beside him instead.

When he gets to the staircase, he sees a horrific sight, but it isn't Ladybug who is injured, it's Marinette. She's sitting against a wall, her eyes clenched tightly in pain, her face pale. One of her legs had an awkward angle to it, and a slight bulge against her tight jeans was clearly visible in her calf region. Blood was seeping from the lump, coloring the pale pants.

"Marinette! What happened?" And where's Ladybug? He wants to ask, but can't force himself to say, not when she's in so much obvious pain.

"The tower collapsed, and I fell." She ground out.

"But Ladybug's cure, it heals, why are you still hurt?"

"Oh kitty," she groans, "you haven't figured it out?"

Then it clicks, and he feels like a complete idiot. The kwami had pointed him in the direction, told him Ladybug was injured, and obviously the kwami being there meant that Ladybug had lost her transformation. And once she transformed back, she transformed into her civilian form, whom is Marinette, who is still laying there with a broken leg.

"I was falling and I had to purify, so I purified and I caught myself but my yo-yo had wrapped around one of the pieces of the tower and it was falling so I fell the rest of the way anyways, right onto my leg. I used my cure, and the debris disappeared and I managed to get under here where I untransformed. Tikki has told me before that the cure, it doesn't always work on the Ladybug."

"I need to get you to a hospital."

"How will you explain it? No one is ever injured in the akuma attacks, that's my job, to fix them." Her eyes had shot open now and her pupils had shrunk a frightening amount.

"It doesn't matter! You're hurt, you're hurt badly, you need doctors Princess," he stroked her cheek and she swatted his hand away.

"Chat if my identity is revealed, if Hawkmoth finds out I can't cure myself, imagine that." She shudders and he knows it's more than just the pain.

"Fine, you were in a hit and run motorbike accident while you were distracted when escaping the crazy akuma."

"Why aren't there any witnesses?" She challenged, and Chat reminds himself that this is Ladybug, but somehow his shy classmate at the same time.

"There were a couple of people who were trapped in the midst of the attack, and I ran you to the hospital before any of them regained awareness."

Marinette nods in agreeance and Chat takes that as his cue to scoop her up. He almost drops her when she screams as he jostles her leg.

"I'm fine, just try to run smoothly," she says, but the tears running down her face aren't really reassuring him.

Chat starts to run towards the hospital, thankful that the akuma had attacked his school and he knew how to get to the nearest hospital. He barely breathes as he hears her grunt with every step, and then freezes when she becomes dead weight in his arms.

"Marinette?"

"She passed out, get her to the hospital!" The kwami squeaks from her spot on Chat's shoulder.

Chat starts running again, faster than he's ever ran before, but without the speed of rooftop travel. Five minutes seems like five hours, so it takes him five cat hours to enter the emergency room shouting for help.

Nurses rush out of a back hallway rolling a stretcher and urge him to place her gently. He does as they ask, explaining the circumstances of the accident as he went. The nurses scurried away without more than a nod and a gesture to the front desk. There's a line, the normal emergency room panic, so Chat waits in the corner for a few minutes, ignoring the gazes of the other Parisians.

"Chat Noir!" The receptionist yelped, "what brings you here?"

"I found a girl, she was a victim of a hit and run and I'd appreciate it if her parents could be contacted."

"Did you get her name?"

"I think she said Marinette Dupain-Cheng before she passed out? She's a student at the same high school of the last akuma attack, I don't know the name," he lied effortlessly. Despite his concern for Marinette, he knew Ladybug would kill him for slipping up in a way that would cause her to lose her secret identity.

The secretary just nodded, her eyes bright, a smile teasing the corners of her lips. He noticed a Chat Noir and Ladybug calendar propped up in the corner of her desk, and flashes her another Chat smile- her cheeks filled with a subsequent blush. "

"Could I talk to her really fast before I have to go? I need to see if she can remember the driver."

"That's not allowed she'll be in prep and they'll probably have already sedated her by now."

"Could you ask?" Cue another Chat grin.

The receptionist blushed again, and then pressed a few keys on her keyboard, she was quickly speaking with someone through her headphones. "We have a superhero on a schedule here who'd like to avenge the girl with the leg injury?"

Chat could hear buzzing on the other line, "I know it isn't protocol doctor, but you can't operate until her parents are contacted unless it's critical."

More buzzing, and the receptionist smiled. She motioned towards the hallway which Marinette had been whisked down, "23B, you have about five minutes before it becomes critical."

Chat grins again, but his heart isn't in it anymore. Operate, the word frightened him; like an akuma battle that he couldn't have her back in. The hallway seemed to extend forever, her door was at the very end of corridor.

He opened the door to see his classmate, whom has also been the partner he's pined for the entire time. He curses his denseness, so close, yet he had never even once considered that it could've been that obvious. Marinette was laying down, her eyes staring at the ceiling blankly as two nurses bustled around her.

"Oh Chat Noir!" One of the nurses shrilled, "I'm a huge fan!"

"Me too!" The other nurse chimed.

"Fans are always appreciated. I just need to ask Marinette a couple of questions so that I can find the guy."

"Oh of course," the first nurse nodded. She was older than the other nurse, grey occasionally streaking her chestnut hair. Both of the women shuffled out of the room, giggling the whole way.

He turned his focus back to Marinette, her skin had gone so pale it was camouflaging into the stark white of the hospital sheets. Her fingers were gripping the sheets tightly and her eyes were locked on her elevated leg.

"Surgery," she whispered, "They're going to operate."

"It's ok milady, I'm sure they're perfectly capable," he said nonchalantly, but in reality his heart had dropped and was beating about thirty paces faster.

Her eyes shot up and met his, "You have Tikki, right?"

The tiny red sprite who had been residing in one of his zippered pockets poked her head out, "Right here Marinette!"

Marinette smiled widely, "You have to keep her safe, Chat, and hidden, and," she hesitated, her hands reaching for her ears slowly. "You need to keep these too."

Chat gasped slightly as Marinette held out her Miraculous earrings, her source of power. "They've already made me take them out once, I can't lose them while I'm… unconscious."

Chat closed his gloved hand around both the earrings and her petite hand. "It'll be ok Marinette, I promise it will be ok."

She took a shuddering breath and dumped the earrings into his hand, returning her gaze to her leg.

"The bone is sticking out, they have to get it back in and then if the bleeding isn't too bad, they're going to put a rod in my leg, and my foot just-" She gestured towards the screen beside her bed with a sniffle. In the half an hour or so since he had left her on the stretcher, they had developed x-rays. From what he could understand, her tibia was in three separate pieces while her ankle had another fracture straight through, it looked exactly what it was: broken.

"Ladybug-" She glared at him, scaring him just a little, "Marinette, you'll be better before you know it and then-"

"That's easy for you to say!" She yelped, "You have your legs, you'll leave the hospital and run across the rooftops and return to whatever mansion you live in, hiding your real identity, and I'll be here! I-I have a high tolerance for pain but I have absolutely no patience. This will take months to heal, Tikki will find a new Ladybug and, and, and I'll be alone!" She sobbed, covering her face with her hands. Chat moved to comfort her, but Tikki was faster.

"I could never replace you Marinette! You're one of a kind! You both are! You have no idea how difficult it is to find a Ladybug, and if you find a Ladybug you need to have a Chat Noir too, because one can't exist without the other and that just makes it four times as hard. You two, you two will be the wielders of the Miraculous for the rest of your lives, no matter what happens!" Tikki nuzzled Marinette's cheek.

Chat heard the handle of the door move, and with cat-like reflexes he shoved Tikki back into hiding. "Ok, we got the go ahead from your parents, we'll be prepping you for surgery immediately." The nurse flashed Marinette a sympathetic smile and Chat knew she'd take good care of his Princess- that didn't make him feel any better about the situation though.

"Can- uh can Chat Noir stay with me while you prep me?"

The nurse bit her lip, obviously conflicted and not wanting to deny a little girl of a request so simple. "Ok, but we'll keep that between us right?" She looked to each of them, only to receive two vigorous nods in return. She pretended to be preoccupied by the various machines, but he could tell she was listening.

"I'm scared," Marinette whispered, "I don't like being unconscious. What if," her eyes flash to the nurse and her voice lowers, "What if I'm needed while I'm out."

"They don't happen twice in a day, he needs to recharge,"

She breathes a small sigh of relief despite the fact that Chat knows that she already knew that. It gives him a little burst of pleasure knowing that she depended so heavily on his words.

"Ok sweetheart, the anesthesiologist will be in here in a few minutes and he'll put you under. Before you know it it'll all be over!"

"I hope so," Marinette muttered as the nurse exited the room again.

"It hurts Chat, they gave me painkillers but they aren't helping."

"They don't work instantly sometimes-"

"Actually," Tikki squeaked from Chat's pocket, "Miraculous wielders burn toxins off at an incredibly fast rate, a perk!"

"Why can't it be healing though," Marinette grumbled.

"You do have slightly faster healing, it'll be much easier for you to heal than it would be for a normal person. Besides, you have a high pain tolerance, and now you know you can never be drugged!"

Marinette groaned and sunk lower in her bed, wincing as she moved her leg just slightly. The anesthesiologist walked in a few seconds later and placed a mask over Marinette's head with only a nod. "Count backwards from 100 and you'll be out by 90."

"100,99,98," Marinette starts, her eyes drooping by 90 yet she was still conscious by 85. The anesthesiologist hums and writes a few notes on his clipboard, which Chat hopes will aide her acclimation.

As she struggles against the drug, Chat has a sudden idea. He feels the bulge in his jacket pocket, not Tikki but his left pocket where his bracelet- or Marinette's bracelet, has resided for nearly a year.

"My friend gave me this for luck," he whispers as he ties the bracelet around her wrist, ignoring the glare of the doctor. Marinette flinches and struggles, but by now her slurred numbers are in the sixties and he knows she's barely there.

Her numbers stop suddenly and he realizes that she's completely unconscious. The nurse who has been standing by the door walks around him and starts pushing the stretcher out of the room, much to his discontent. The anesthesiologist follows close behind, and he is left in a silent room. Silent until he hears the beep of his ring, that is.

A/N: Sorry I'm horrible at fight sequences! I think that this story could end up being three chapters maybe? I'd love some positive criticism, reviews are appreciated!