Bumble.

That was her nickname.

It wasn't that she had any particular emotions around it; sure, it wasn't a kind nickname, but anyone who picked it up from the others used it kindly, to describe her as she was - a girl bumbling her way idly through life, not really caring what happened to anyone. There were those who used it as an insult and those who used it to express their friendship, and for that reason, she refused to let her emotions bubble up over it.

Well, nearly.

Her real name was Abella, Abella Dubois. She loved every part of her name, though there was one itty bitty thing.

"Yo, munchkin!" He called, waving her over from outside the school gates. "Haven't seen you in a bit..." he drifted off, the silence almost a necessary ordeal for them by that point. Silence was something that happened - until there was no one to hear them.

Also, Abella really didn't want to admit how much she liked that nickname. She was also very glad that Jean Martin was the only person using it. It would have been - oh, to heck with it all. It was awkward anyway, but at least it was an awkward in the right direction.

"Yeah," she answered, barely above the level audible. It was only moments later that they were off to their separate houses.

Her heart may have fluttered whenever she saw him, but she wasn't about to let it show. For their friendship to remain as it was, she had to.

Abella opened the door and felt a familiar presence that told her only her father was home.

"Hey," he muttered as she walked in, going swiftly back to his game while also managing to draw forth a reserved smile. She made a sound in reply and walked off to her room.

Safely inside, she locked the door slowly so as not to be heard and sat down.

Her room was a plain light pink. She HATED pink, but she couldn't bring herself to complain. She just wasn't that kind of person. Closing her eyes, she went to her mental home, and her brain began to go faster.

Most people thought in straight lines. Abella thought in complicated patterns that twisted and turned, so her thoughts could only really thrive as short bursts. It was incredibly difficult to focus, and so she overshot. Who would guess she had ADD, when she was always so incredibly focused on things? Her fixations were not idle, her mind always wizzing with a pleasant hum, and that was something she valued about herself. She had her way of handling her mind, and so it worked for her.

She consulted the inner council.

In her overactive mind, a group formed. Hundreds of little bursts of energy went into building herself a room with which to work, and from outside that room came the different parts of her, all her but at the same time distinctly different.

She, of course, the main her, the one she always used around others, took place at the head of a table. The others followed suit, each expressing themselves and their personalities.

The one that couldn't focus.

The one that ran around in circles and hopped about.

The one that sang a lot.

The one that felt guilt, constantly.

The one that liked to daydream, of anything that seemed more interesting than the here and now.

The one that expressed a darker side of her, one that hugged itself often and she tried desperately to keep happy, or even keep her from existing occasionally, simply because she never wanted to allow herself to acknowledge how she felt about some people.

There was even the one that was violent, enjoyed explosions and leaping about like the local superheroes. But order was brought suddenly, by a mental instruction, and they organized themselves neatly, if her brain could ever be considered 'neat'.

"So, when to start the project?" The main one asked.

Buzzing of ideas flew around quickly.

"Wait, but make sure to do some today," they decided, nearly as fast. They dragged one of the flashes of energy aside and assigned it the task of remembering.

It never worked, though, and so the main one asked, "Should we assign a few more?"

There was general shrugging and the idea was dropped.

Abella left her mental council.

She glanced out at the pouring rain and sighed happily, before getting up and grabbing her umbrella. She loved the rain, the constant patter on the ground and the unity of the sound, so constant and yet much like her own mind - many thoughts all hitting the surface in short bursts that tried desperately to form a sound that people could hear. Sometimes, when she was younger, she heard voices in the rain; not any more, but that was what Abella would like to experience again. And so, every rainfall was treasured.

"I'm going outside," she told her father, as she walked by. He seemed a little surprised at first, but he shrugged it off and soon she was off in the streets of Paris.

She loved her home. It wasn't perfect, but it was a fun place to live, and she enjoyed her life there. It wasn't the city life or the attractions or even the culture that drew her in.

No, it was the superheroes.

Like Ladybug, and-

"Chat Noir!"

A distinctly confident and feminine voice called, the swishing movement of something flashing through the air causing her to turn her head. Abella tilted her head to watch before realizing that Chat Noir and Ladybug were nearby. No, more than that, they were headed straight for her, and being chased by a man that looked particularly unsavoury. His outfit was lined with blue drops, and his head was wrapped up in something that looked like a poncho-scarf mix.

"No one will get the sunshine they want! They'll all be depressed and unhappy!" He cackled, dashing after them as he tried to summon enough strange clouds to chase them down.

She barely even realized when she started running, seeing them all stop near her school, and hid in a particularly sneaky spot beneath a maple and between it and a solid stone wall. She watched fearfully as the three greats fought, until finally Chat Noir was caught.

A cage was formed around them from brainwashed - forgive the pun - civilians, little rainclouds hovering over their heads. As Ladybug was grabbed by the yoyo and tossed in with Chat Noir, she gasped silently and prayed that Ladybug's luck wouldn't run out.

"No, Chat Noir," she heard her say reluctantly. "As much as we need to get out of here, we can't afford to injure civilians." He made grumbling comments but decided to focus them on their trapper.

As he boasted on about his hardships, she felt a light tap near her shoe and glanced down. Near her feet were two things; a box, and a note.

The box was incredibly ornate, and was hexagonal in shape. She lifted it gently before reading the note.

Give this to Ladybug and Chat Noir!

Well, she wasn't one to disobey, and it seemed amicable enough. She got up and looked at the scene, wondering how she'd get there.

She didn't have to wonder long.

"Well, well, well," He hissed, making her recoil as it seethed in her ears. "Look what the chat dragged in. Seems like this little lady is out of luck. Feeling depressed, girlie?"

She glared bullets at him, Ladybug echoing her thoughts by leaning over near Chat Noir and commenting, "Drizzler's nearly as bad as you."

Just then, the man - Drizzler - pointed at her, and something clicked in her internal council.

They all came together to see, and what bothered her was that her quiet, darker side took longer to show. But when she did, she knew why.

The thing was, any emotion other than kindness and anger were things only certain parts of her felt, her darker side being the most commonly affected. Put simply, it was like punching her crippled baby sibling and then handing her a five-star top-of-the-line bazooka.

She glared. Intensely.

Drizzler, strangely, found himself taking a step back. In the background, she briefly heard Chat Noir wonder why it didn't work.

"Don't... hurt me..." she muttered, still glaring.

"Then here's a proposition for you," He said, clearly shaken by the ineffective nature of his attack but nonetheless taking the reigns. Others, affected by the depressing nature of his powers, followed his orders to surround her. "Give me that box, and I'll forgive you for your insolence. How does that sound?"

Abella tilted her head, a good sign that she was paying close attention. And thinking. Hard.

She noticed, from her position, that Ladybug and Chat Noir were escaping the human prison. She breathed deeply and stared back up at the Drizzler.

"No," she said simply.

He frowned.

"So be it," he shrugged, lifting a hand. Then Ladybug leaped at him and knocked him over, before beckoning Chat Noir over.

Drizzler got back up, floated a few inches off the ground, and further until out of grip.

"Be careful," Ladybug advised her, causing her to pay deep attention to that instead. "I don't want you getting hurt."

Abella finished her train of thought, closed her eyes, and said, "I'm sorry."

Turning back to the Drizzler, she realized that he was bodily very weak. Sure, he could jump around like Ladybug and Chat Noir, but he wasn't muscular. She cracked her knuckles and ran at him, leaping at the last moment. Him being a supervillain, she didn't really feel bad enough to hold back, and so he was soon on the ground from the knockback of receiving one of her toss-punches, the likes of which the thought she couldn't do any more.

She was on her toes, but made it clear as he got up that he had no power against her. For a brief moment fear flickered on his face, before he frowned and backed away slowly.

"My Lady, where's his akuma?!" Chat Noir inquired. "That girl just blasted him halfway down the street!"

Abella looked more closely. Dashing forward, she grabbed him by the ankle and elbowed into him, knocking him down. She put a foot on his back and made sure to stand well away from his limbs, before looking around for something.

In the videos on the Ladyblog, there was always something that Ladybug broke to find the akuma. If she could break it, then Ladybug could get the akuma, since it seemed she was the only one who remained unaffected by his attacks.

She finally focused on his hood on the back of his head. Sure, it was fused with his costume, but it wasn't like something like this hadn't happened before. Maybe the akuma had only infected the hood. So, being the idiot she was, she ripped it to shreds.

A few moments later, a black butterfly fluttered out, which was quickly snatched away into Ladybug's signature weapon - her yoyo. Even as Abella turned she saw a little white butterfly flutter away.

"Thank you, miss," she said calmly. "We couldn't have done it without you, miss...?"

"Abella," She allowed, smiling back. "I'm glad to have helped. Ladybug. Chat Noir."

"How did you resist the raincloud?" He asked even as the evil droplets washed off of the bodies of civilians.

"My emotions are separate from my control over myself." Abella decided on. "I'd best get home, Dad'll be worried.

She ran off, barely believing that Chat Noir and Ladybug had spoken to him at all.

"I'm home," she said into the house, not that it ever made a difference. It hurt to try and make sense of why she said it - it wasn't like anyone would answer her. But it helped.

The blare of video games ran as usual, and she went to her room with haste. While she normally would be more relaxed-

Even before the door creaked open, Abella turned around and watched as an elderly man walked in. His walking stick fell at just that moment, and she grabbed him in one arm to support him while grabbing his stick with the other. She handed it to him and asked, "Are you okay?"

"My back..." he mumbled incoherently, and she was briefly afraid before shaking it off and putting him into a seat in the room they referred to as the sunning room. She went and got a glass of water before placing it before him.

"Yes," he muttered. "it's perfect."

"Sir?" Abella tried, hoping she sounded polite enough. "I'm sorry, who are you? Will you be alright?"

"My name is Master Fu," he allowed, smiling up at her. "How would you like to be a superhero?"

The blatant nature of the question was a bit surprising. "Like Ladybug and Chat Noir?"

"You catch on fast," he complimented her. "Yes, like them. Do you know how they get their powers?"

She shook her head, dumbfounded.

"Kwami," he said breathlessly. And, a moment later, a small green sprite rose from within his shirt and touched her shoulder.

She stared for a few moments, barely daring to breathe, before sighing. "Hello," she said, for a lack of anything else to say.

He - for it was a decidedly masculine voice that answered - replied, "Hello!"

"They are Kwami," Master Fu explained. "And, if you wish, you may have one - if you promise to aide me."

"I would help anyway, if it was a good reason," Abella replied honestly. "Please tell me about it."

"You're aware of the supervillains that often frequent Paris?" He asked.

"Yes."

"I want you to use the power I give to fight them."

Abella blinked in surprise. "You really think I'm good enough?"

"It's not who I see," he told her, "but who is inside."

"Nice words," Abella complimented, "but they won't change the fact that I can't run or jump or do any of the cool things Ladybug and Chat Noir can."

"Yes, but they have their Kwami," Master Fu told her, winking. "Where did you think the box came from? Go on, open it." He seemed to take it from nowhere, and soon the box - which she quickly realized had been swiped from her pocket - was again in her hands.

With a gulp, she opened it slowly, and lifted out a brooch. A Bee-shaped brooch. With a gentle glow it floated, and she let the idea sink in.

She would have been surprised, but then again, they got supervillains often enough that it wasn't that much more crazy than everyday life.

Before her was a sprite like the green one that hovered next to Master Fu. It was yellow in colour, little translucent wings flapping rapidly as bright blue eyes opened up to look at her. There was an instant fondness between them, and she almost instinctively lifted her hands, allowing the sprite to sit in her hand.

"Hello," she - if that counted for Kwami - said, head tilting in an adorable manner. "my name is Byssi."

"Hello, Byssi," Abella repeated, deciding she liked this Kwami very much. "My name is Abella."

Master Fu coughed to get their attention. "You accept?"

"Yes," Abella said, not really thinking. "I'll do my best."

Master Fu had run through this with her, but she was still nervous. Where would she put a place for her little friend to stay? He'd already left, leaving the brooch in her hands, and a few minutes of staring at her room later, she closed her eyes and went back to her mental council.

As the regulars assembled, she suddenly realized that Byssi - her Kwami, she thought with a slight amount of thrill - was there too.

"Sorry, did I intrude?" she asked calmly.

"No," the leader told her, letting her in. "But tread carefully."

She walked in, and the little pulses built a new chair for her, which she sat down at comfortably.

"Welcome to my mental council," Abella greeted her. "We were about to discuss where you were to sleep, and how we would keep you a secret, as Master Fu requested."

"I get a room?" she asked, eyes glowing. "Hooray!" regaining composure, she inquired, "It's very interesting how you have this internal council. Maybe it's why you were chosen. Do you think of yourself as more than one person?"

"Sometimes," she admitted, "but really, we are all me. Just... different ones, all having their own ways of expressing who they are. I need them all to really function." She smirked. "Just like a beehive."

There was a quiet giggle from all the different Abellas, and indeed even Byssi, before they fell to discussing her room. It was finally decided that Byssi would sleep in her jewelry box, which was quickly cleared and organised like a bed, not that the box was any bigger than a bed to Byssi, but it didn't make a difference.

Abella returned to the land of the living and felt a little hand on her forehead. Byssi hopped into her bed and sighed happily before they looked out the window to the sound of rain.

"What is it like?" Abella asked. "Transforming, I mean. It was explained, but-"

"Want to try?" Byssi suggested. "I can handle most of it without breaking a sweat."

"Okay then," she agreed. "What do I have to do?"

"Well, nothing, really," Byssi admitted, "but I've heard Chat Noir and Ladybug have things they say... 'Spots on' and 'Claws out', I think."

"Hmmm..." Abella considered. "I'm not actually sure. Stingers bared?"

"The transformation doesn't have stingers," Byssi told her.

"Um... Buzz...Buzz..." She shrugged. "Augh, I got nothing."

"Maybe we should just see the transformation," Byssi suggested.

"Wait, I got it," She decided. "Buzz above!"

"Sure, why not?" Byssi said. "I was thinking more 'wings to the sky,' but yours is better."

"Yeah, I can agree with that," Abella smiled. "Let's give it a go... Byssi, Buzz above!"

There was a distinctly yellow glow as Byssi was absorbed into her brooch. She felt her eyes being masked by a soft, sticky material which layered over her eyes, and her arms stretched out automatically as yellow material ran over her body, a cloak stretching from her back - or at least, she thought it was, until the translucent material solidified and she felt it adjust to her movements like a part of her body. Her ankles had a fluffy material that she found rather soft as she stretched into the transformation. She let her hands be covered by equally interesting gloves. They seemed sticky, yet easy on her fingers, and soon the transformation was complete.

"I have wings?" she asked eagerly, letting the translucent material flutter.

"Yes," Byssi told her from within her transformation. "You also have a special ability, but don't use it; I'll just describe it. It's... something that brings order, called Hive Call. It allows you to communicate perfectly with your allies and see where people might go wrong - y'know, so you can tell them and avoid mistakes."

"Sounds... interesting," Abella admitted. "It isn't directly an attack, like Cataclysm, and it doesn't bring anything physical, like Lucky Charm... but I think I like the idea of bringing order."

"You have a mirror, right?" Byssi asked, changing the subject. "Go see what you look like. I'm eager to as well, every Queen Bee is different."

"So this is called 'Queen Bee'? Abella asked, looking at herself. Her base costume was yellow with black stripes, and her cloak-like wings were translucent, like a veil of snow, she thought. The furry bits on her legs were barely noticeable, but fitted well, their tint just slightly browner than the yellow of the costume, which was the colour of golden honey. Her head had a little crown that sat at the base of her ponytail, her hair turned the deep golden brown of the strongest honey, different from her regular dark brown that she had.

Just then, there was a whirr of sirens, and Abella looked out the window out into the street carefully, to see a strange man running very quickly from the police cars. She knew it was a supervillain when she saw Ladybug and Chat Noir join in the pursuit.

"What do you say, Byssi?" Abella asked, though at the time she wouldn't realize she'd spoken in her head.

"Let's get him," she agreed, a new eagerness in her voice. "Let's make our entrance a good one."

Abella wasn't scared. She figured she would at least feel a bit worried, but the coping mechanism she'd developed so that she never felt alone, this mental council - she'd become hypersensitive to it. Every little worker she could feel in her, buzzing away in the background like a comforting blanket of voices urging her on.

Almost, she thought with a smirk, like a beehive.

Her wings burst to life and spread, before moving so quickly that they were merely a blur. She felt the incredible force, how the wind seemed to strengthen each wing-beat to lift her upwards. She directed herself over and above the runner, but slowed when she heard the gasps from dual superheroes.

"Shall we introduce ourselves?" Abella asked Byssi.

"Why not? You'll be working together, after all." Byssi decided. "Slow down and a bit to the left."

She lowered slowly, still keeping pace with Ladybug and Chat Noir, until she was hovering over them.

"We're reaching a bridge, I can't swing from that," Ladybug confided. "And who's the bee?"

"I don't know, but I think we'll find out," Chat Noir told her, pointing. Abella landed on the roof and ran alongside them, easily keeping pace with her wings shaping the wind around her.

"Hello, need some help?" she asked calmly. "I am known as Queen Bee. I can fly. Would you like me to help you over the bridge, Ladybug?"

"We should trust her, Ladybug," Chat Noir told her. "We can use the help, we can't use the street or the police cars will have to halt pursuit."

Ladybug swallowed her pride and grabbed Abella's outstretched hand. With a prodigious leap Abella set her wings going and summoned her newfound strength to follow the akuma at a much faster rate.

"I would ask who you are, but we don't have time," Ladybug admitted. "Right... down there!" She pointed to the base of a building at the other end of the bridge. "If you can, overtake him!"

Abella barely noticed that Ladybug had a wrench in her hand as she found she could go faster. Much faster. And so, she flashed to the other side in nearly an instant and placed Ladybug down on the ground again. She blinked for a moment in surprise before throwing the wrench at a curved display which shook ominously. Abella was body-tackled as it fell, blocking off the bridge and allowing the police to box in the villain.

Abella knew there wasn't much she could do, but as she watched the police began to panic.

"Brilliant opportunity for a Hive Call," Byssi told her. "Wait until later to feel guilty about taking their control. It's for the greater good."

"Right," Abella murmured. Louder, she cried, "Hive Call!" A staff formed in her hand, and she spun it quickly before allowing a spore-like substance to wash over the policemen.

They calmed and assumed a position at the ready, and she called, "Surround him!" They complied, and she continued, "Grab his legs so he can't run!"

The swiftest officers caught him quickly, and she fluttered down to grab him herself, before allowing the control to dissipate. She turned to Ladybug, who jumped in and grabbed the whistle on his neck, snapping it and swinging her yoyo at the resulting akuma. Soon the three of them were watching the little butterfly flutter off into the distance.

"So, who are you?" Ladybug asked, finally comfortable and on solid ground once more.

"Queen Bee," Abella smiled. "A superhero like you, I suppose. I hope I can be of help again sometime."

"Your power that controlled those people, Hive Call," Ladybug inquired. "It seems too similar to some villains I've met."

Abella sighed. "There are two differences, although I agree that in the wrong hands it could go very, very bad. First is intention - I was helping protect. Second is method - I took control with harmless spores, others take control with worse things. Like Drizzler and his depression cloud things."

"You were there for that?" She asked seriously.

"I wasn't a superhero yet," Abella told her calmly. "This will have been my first battle... as a superhero." She smiled. "I like it, I guess."

Just then, a beeping sound went off, and she looked down at her chest, where her wings were held by her brooch. The five stripes had reduced to one blinking one.

"Run for it," Ladybug told her. "No one must know your civilian identity."

"I hope to see you both again," Abella said honestly, before stretching her wings and flying off quickly.

As she ran over the rooftops, she spotted a nice alley and flew down, allowing her transformation to wear off.

"That was fun!" Byssi exclaimed, before yawning. "but now I'm tired..."

"Want to go home and sleep?" Abella asked, opening her backpack pocket and letting her sprite friend inside to rest.

After a few minutes of walking, they reached a park, and Byssi asked to go in. Abella complied, sitting down on a bench, and for a few moments they sat in silence.

"How are you so calm and collected?" Byssi asked. "Most Queen Bees are very panicky at first, even scared of their powers."

"My emotions are separate, except for kindness and anger," Abella said slowly. "So, right now, another part of me's holding those fearful emotions for when they're ready to be let out, somewhere safe where it's okay to be afraid."

"Wow," Byssi awed. "You're really good at self control."

Abella said nothing for a while, but their mental council reformed, and Byssi decided to participate.

Instead, she was taken from her seat and led into a new part of the hive in her charge's mind. Somewhere dark. And there, Abella showed her the dark side of her, the tearful child in the corner.

"Are you okay?" She asked, to everyone in the room.

"We will be," the leader told her, "but even getting her this better has taken time. She's residue from the shock of... well, Mother leaving for a place far away. And realizations about Mother. Mostly things about Mother, but others too - she's the one who takes damage, and it's hard to keep her safe."

"So, all your mental damage goes to her?" Byssi asked, horrified.

"Yes," Abella - the leading personality of Abella - confirmed. "and if she collapses, we all collapse, because she is us. Which is why we treasure her most."

The mental link ended, and Abella got up and went home.

A/N: Wow. Okay, I'm not updating this for a while, but maybe I'll follow up on it someday. For now, it's a draft.

And I can't Bee-lieve I didn't put any bee puns in this.

Or that I accidentally gave the dude two names. *le facepalm*

Anyways, catch ya later!