Thank you everyone who has reviewed, followed, and lastly, favored this story. I have enjoyed your positive feedback a lot. If you want to see the fanart I did for this fic, go to deviant art and use my name Kaliannshevlin, to find my account and look through my gallery to see pictures. Also a friend of mine did a Miraculous video for me on Youtube. Her name is Diz diz, so either you can find the video through her or try to find it by using the title Kalis Movie. Lastly, the next part of this trilogy, Sleeper Akuma, will be posted on July 14th so I'll see you then.

Peace Keeper rocked on the balls of her feet, trying to figure out how to tell her life story. It was still weird for anyone outside of the close network of the Security Council to know who she really was. How did anyone explain a secret existence to two teenagers, ones who were using Miraculous? Well this generation was all about high tech and videos, maybe that would help.

Getting up from the table, she walked over and got her special laptop. "I don't know if either of you know a lot about computers, but right now I'm using a virus to wipe out any information I've obtained about you. With my photographic memory, I can recall all of it anyways. After is finished, were going to have to destroy the hard drives of the computer system here to prevent recovery efforts."

Turning around, she brought the laptop over and started using a program to project 3D videos in the air. "Did you know that the UN has prevented more conflicts than the world realizes? The five departments have resolved conflicts, brought war criminals to justice, and kept the world from destroying itself a million times over. The Peacekeepers even won the Noble Peace Prize in nineteen eighty eight. My story begins a few years before that."

A classified video played where a secret meeting of all the nations that were part of the UN in January nineteen eighty five had been conducted. The entire Security Council meeting hall was packed in every corner with representative instead of the usual fifteen. Everyone was talking at once, until President Claude de Kemoularia of France, called the meeting into order.

"I welcome all of you to this momentous occasion. Never before have had we all gathered here together for such an important reason. The future of the UN and our prized Peacekeeper Force will be determined here today," he stated to the whole crowd who murmured in agreement. "As you know the future our world faces is expected to be full of changes of both good and bad. Many of our data analysts have used the data every representatives has gathered over the last few months. I acknowledge and thank you for your hard work in spite of the difficulties and trust issues from your governments, to help us in our never ending endeavor to bringing the world together in a positive and peaceful manner."

The representative from Peru spoke up asking what the projections had shown. As the five permanent members responded breaking down the projections. As the projections were read the different countries started to debate and settle on a multitude of issues. Halfway through the video, Peace Keeper paused it. "The projections showed there would be a technological revolution, an increase in ethnicity and religious conflicts, along with break downs of different governments. It was a scary and horrible future to imagine. It was decided then by all members of the UN and the Security Council that they would need to change to prepare for this challenging time. At that meeting, Project Peace Keeper truly began. A project that would create the ultimate peacekeeper, security enforcer, and secret agent that would be loyal the whole world and do whatever it took to ensure peace."

Chat Noir blinked his eyes and sputtered, "What do you mean create a person loyal to the world? That's impawssible. It's not like they could take hundreds of different DNA strands and mix them together to create you," he joked until he saw the serious look the woman was giving him. "That's what happened? How, I mean the Human Genome Project started in nineteen nighty and wasn't completed until two thousand and three. The technology didn't exist."

Ladybug stared at her partner trying to merge a knowledgeable and scientific encephalon with the witty, care free, annoying person. Surely if Chat Noir was this smart he wouldn't goof off so much when they were fighting an Akuma. She almost missed Peace Keeper explanation about how governments hid the fact that they were much further in genetics then the public was aware of during her creation.

In a matter fact tone of voice, Peace Keeper narrated the videos on the project, showing scientists picking and choosing DNA bits and deciding to make her female because too many governments underestimated females and it was a bit easier to disguise a female as a male then vice versa. How from development until her birth from a surrogate they started to teach her, due to babies being able to hear during development. Her birthday was October twenty sixth nineteen eighty seven, the same number as the code used to activate her.

Ladybug interrupted the story right as Peace Keeper was about to go into her childhood. "Wait a minute, what's your real name? Who took care of you when you were a baby? Where did you grow up? What about the basics?"

"I don't have a name other than Project Peace Keeper. I'm sure the UN has some kind of birth certificate and related information hidden somewhere. I grew up in a series of bunkers under the UN building in New York. I've always been cared for by different handlers and teachers. No one outside the Security Council knew I existed. The whole point of the project was to create a resource that could be utilized to help keep the peace," she replied in confused tone. Didn't Ladybug pay attention to the video?

The teens and their Kwamiis could barely comprehend this information. No real name, just a project designation? No parents or guardians to care for her, just handlers and teachers? Did she see herself as a resource or a person? How do you become an agent of peace if no one was supposed to know you existed?

"Please don't look at me like that. I know it sounds bad, and I can tell you can somewhat relate to that Chat Noir, but it wasn't all bad. I knew from an early age what my destiny was and it made me feel very proud that I was being trained and raised in a strict, slightly conditioned manner if it meant I could help the world someday."

The video showed different moments of her childhood. Her toddler toys had been complex puzzles to help sharpen her mind. During story time she learned about different cultures. She even started training in self-defense at three. By the time she was six and half, she could read, write, and speak in six different languages, could name the capitals of a hundred different countries as well as the current leaders, and had the athletic skills of a normal nine year old.

"It was hard work and at times, I wanted to break down and cry. The handlers always tried to make sure I was happy, it was okay to fail once and awhile. I didn't act out very much being an obedient child. I was so excited when I was told I'd be going on my first "mission" when I was six and half." She chuckled lightly. A dreamy expression appeared on her face. "As I recall, the most important thing I was looking forward to was seeing the sun in person for the first time."

Hearing that made the Miraculous Wielders jaws dropped. She hadn't been outside until she was six and half? If the Security Council had wanted to create the perfect peacekeeper, both thought her training should have been vastly different. They were finally starting to understand why their Kwamiis told them to not judge the young woman at first glance.

"I traveled with my handlers and some Chinese representatives to Beijing in nineteen ninety three. The city was going through several changes ranging from environmental to politics. The crime rate was on the rise as the government tried to sniff out dissents still running free for participating in the nineteen eighty nine democratic movement," she explained to them. She paused for a second as she fiddled with her hands. The massacre of Tiananmen Square had been her first real lesson on understanding about countries differing beliefs of how the leaders of a government wanted to run the country against the people it was supposed to represent.

"What did they expect a six and half year old to accomplish in a one of the largest cities in the world? You couldn't do anything to change the situation that was occurring," Ladybug pointed out. Chat Noir nodded his head in agreement. At that age, kids should have parents protecting them from harm, not being thrown into dangerous situations.

"My mission was to gain field experience. To observe social interactions, learn to blend in with a crowd, get a taste of life outside of my bunkers. I was disguised to look like a traditional girl visiting the big city with my relatives. My orders were simple. Don't talk to anyone, listen to my handlers so I didn't make a scene. Most important, if by the slim chance we got separated turn the tracker in my comb on and wait for someone to come get me. I had no idea that first mission would change my life forever," she whispered. Unconsciously, she pulled out her charm and started rubbing it. In her mind, the final locks on her suppressed memory came undone as she once more allowed herself to remember what had happened so long ago.

Flashback.

No, no, no! How could this happen to me, the little six and half year old thought frantically. The mission had been going smoothly. She had been holding tightly to her handlers' hands as they crossed a busy intersection. There had been so many people, that she didn't realize that she was being swept away by the crowd.

She had been carried clear across to a different street. She frantically looked around for her handlers, but all she saw was a blur of faces and cars rushing past. The buildings went up very high blocking out most of the sun. Her senses were becoming overwhelmed by everything happening around her. Peace Keeper stayed right where she was hoping they come find her. After all the tracking chip in her hair comb must be working. Unless she was too far out of range for them to pick it up.

As more people walked past her at a rapid pace she was once again swept around by the crowd. Didn't they find it odd that a little girl was all by herself in the big city? Perhaps they thought she belonged with someone in the crowd? Squeezing out of the crowd, she managed to get into an alley way. "Okay, so assess the situation. My handlers have lost me and I have no idea where I am. My tracker is not working and I'm forbidden to speak to anyone." Wrapping her arms around herself tightly, she tried to think of a plan. Maybe she could find her way back to the government building she started at. Chinese, either Madeiran or Cantonese, was not one of the languages she knew, but her recently discovered photographic memory could help her back track. Fixing her tracking hair comb and dusting off her traditional dress, she reentered the busy sidewalks, hoping for the best.

Two hours later she had ended up in the older part of the city that was being demolished to make way for new buildings. Slipping into another alley way, Peace Keeper came to a stop. Her stomach was growling for food and her feet ached from all that walking. "I should have been more observant earlier that way I wouldn't be lost."

The sounds of glass breaking and men screaming came from down the alley. Curious and desperate for help, she followed the sounds hoping someone could help her. In her naïve state, how could she have known that she would encounter a street gang that wanted to have "fun" with her? Ten minutes later she was running down the alley way trying to activate her tracker once more and suddenly she tripped scraping herself up.

The scraps hurt a lot! The sting refused to lessen. Pushing herself up she felt gravel digging into the palms of her hands and the right side of her face. Someone kicked her back the ground, Turning herself over she found herself surrounded by twelve boys each wearing the same type of shirt with Chinese letters spelling out something. Eleven boys had pulled out knives and the leader, who was the tallest of the bunch, aimed a gun at her.

Frozen in fear, she broke her silence calling out in English, "HELP!" The man with the gun hit her with it before cocking it. Before he could pull the trigger, a medium size rock on chain, struck the gun with enough force breaking it in two. The weapon whirled around in the air before slamming back down on the leader's head hard enough that he went down.

The other eleven boys turned around wondering who attacked them and Peace Keeper got a good look at who had come to her aid. Only three words could describe him. Awesome old peacekeeper!

The elderly man was dressed in yellow green body suit with a hooded beak shape mask covering his face. The shell on his back was speckled with different colors and around his waist was silver holder for the meter hammer he was currently using. A glowing green bracelet in the shape of a turtle was on his right wrist. There were stretchy flaps on the edges of his arms and feet. When he stepped into a puddle the fringe expand for a second.

"Of course, he can go from land to water mode depending on his environment. That makes him extremely useful. The shell's strong enough to repel those knives, but light weight to allow him to move at high speed," she whispered to herself. The meteor hammer he used was perfect for offensive and defensive moves at the same time. Despite his age he was winning against the street gang as he deflected the knife from one attacker and used the other part of the weapon hit a gang member in the gut making him go down.

That's when she saw the leader getting back up as he pulled a second piece from his waistband. He was aiming for the elderly peacekeeper's heart! "Look out!" she shouted in English alerting the man to the trouble as she wrapped her little body around the gunman's legs throwing off his sense of balance.

He viciously tried to kick her off, but she held on. With him distracted the elderly man was able to subdue him with ease. He picked her up off the ground and started jumping up the sides of the building. Right before they reached the roof he sensed something. He pulled her close to his chest before clapping his hands together and spreading them wide as he shouted "Shell Guard." A massive turtle shell formed around them protecting them from gunfire. When the shots stopped, he released the protective shell and started running as fast as he could.

There was a beeping sound and looking at the bracelet, she saw one flipper stop glowing. The man cursed and mumbled something to her that she couldn't understand, only that she was getting sleepy. Her eyes fluttered as greenish yellow light covered him. She caught a glimpse of her savior's face before closing her eyes and falling to sleep.

The smell of rice and jasmine tea woke Peace Keeper up. Her hands weren't hurting anymore and something soft was gently adhering to her skin. Reaching up to touch her face, gave her the first glimpse of her hands. Someone had taken care of her injuries and bandaged them. Getting off the flat bed she made another discovery. "Who gave me this outfit and where's my tracker?" Her outfit had been removed and she was in a very comfortable everyday wear. She bumped into a vanity near the bed. Rubbing her side, the little girl noticed her tracker was next to a small hand mirror. After pocketing the tracker, the little girl couldn't resist seeing her reflection and saw her real self and not the painted up fake she had been. She felt a shift in the room as another person entered.

Putting down the mirror she faced the presence and was surprised to see the elderly peacekeeper, now in a Hawaiian print shirt and white pants, carrying a tray with two bowls of rice and cups of jasmine tea. "I'm glad to see you awake young one. I was worried about you for a little bit. I've made us a late dinner. I hope you like it," he said in perfect English with only a bit of an accent.

The old man laughed at her surprised expression. "You seemed not to understand Chinese when Sea Green Turtle dropped you off at my humble abode. He mentioned that you were screaming for help in English. I'm known as Master Fu. Can you tell me your name?"

Peace Keeper bit her lip unsure what to say. Could she really trust this man? He was pretending he hadn't been the same man that saved her. Maybe Sea Green Turtle was his designation when he was in the field and Master Fu was an alias. It would be okay to talk to another peacekeeper right? "Are you a specialized peacekeeper too Sea Green Turtle? You don't have to pretend to be a civilian around me, you're wearing the same bracelet and I thought it was your face I saw before I took that nap. I'm Project Peace Keeper. I'm training to be the world's best peace keeper ever!"

Master Fu raised his eyebrows as his wrinkles seemed to widen. This child saw through the magic glamor that protected him? What did she mean when she told him she was a peace keeper in training? When he had cleaned her up earlier her disguise came off making him wonder further about the child he had rescued. He needed to learn more about this girl. "Your designation is quite long my child. Would you mind if I called you by a nickname?" The girl nodded saying that she was ready to receive her alias from him. "Do you like the name Ning Sun? In my language it means peaceful grandchild." The child practice saying it a few times before nodding in enthusiasm.

Peace Keeper, no Ning, had to remember she was using an alias now, found she enjoyed the company of the old man. She had a billion questions she wanted to ask, but wouldn't it be rude to Sea, no Master Fu, is she spent their meal talking? I'll just ask him some questions after dinner. She intended to finish her bowl of rice when she felt something tingling in her mind.

As if in a trance, she left the bedroom ignoring Master Fu voice as she made her way through the private living quarters to the business area of the building. It was an antique shop that appeared to be in the state of being packed up. On a shelf behind the cash register was a black and red box with gold inlays with colored charms on it. Peace Keeper/Ning wanted to touch it, but held herself back.

"Ning, what are you doing? Are you alright child?" Master Fu asked her. His words seemed to be coming from far away. In her mind, she heard the whispers of seven different voices. One was much clearer and louder than the others. The green turtle like charm flashed before her eyes.

The sound of angry pounding on the door broke the trance. Master Fu ordered her to hide, but she couldn't leave the box on the shelf. Even with the charms it wouldn't be safe. Without hesitation, she snatched the box off the shelf and hid herself in antique cupboard locking herself in. She held her hands tightly around the box, her fingers grazing the turtle charm. "Please don't let the bad person find us, please don't let the bad person find us."

She was completely unaware of the shell shield forming around her or that the orange fox like one touching her wrist covered her in orange dust making her vanish from sight. Peace Keeper/Ning kept her eyes closed listening to the comforting voices telling her it would be alright as the sounds of destruction and threats could be heard.

Fifteen minutes later all was calm and she relaxed as the force field and dust vanished. The door to the cabinet opened up and Master Fu took her out a delightful smile on his face. He noticed her clutching the box tightly and witnessed as all seven charms glowed for a few seconds before dulling again. "Ning, why did you take the box, and how did you, manage to avoid being seen when the realtors busted in and searched the cabinet?"

"I don't know Master Fu. All I know is the charms wouldn't be enough to keep the box safe from greedy hands. I heard voices in my head as I hid, seven of them, all telling me it would be okay," she replied. Looking at the box she was overcome with the power from within. "It must be protected from evil always."Her eyes glazed over as she fingered each charm one by one. Whatever was in this box, was more valuable then anything in the world.

A tiny voice spoke up coming from the man's pocket telling Fu he'd never sensed someone so in tuned with the Kwamii Charms or had such fierce spirit to protect the Miraculous box. A green turtle with a little antenna on his head levitated over to Peace Keeper/Ning. "My name is Wayzz and I'm the Kwamiis whose power you borrowed along with one of my family members. What you did was very brave." His antenna wiggled sensing the child was in awe of him and not afraid.

"My partner is right. For someone who has never used magic before, you handled the Kwamii charms perfectly." She didn't know what either was talking about, but hearing their praise made her feel like she had done something right. "Thank you for the kind words. I wish I could learn more from the two of you. You're great peace keepers, no what's the word, oh heroes! Only I need to get back to my handlers. I hope my punishment for not completing my mission won't be too harsh."

A bargain had been struck that would benefit both of them. Master Fu had to finish packing and sending off his antiques before the shop was torn down to make way for a new building. The money he received would help the hero set up his healer's shop in Paris and fund him for the rest of his days. Peace Keeper/Ning promised to help him with the chores in exchange for learning social skills and stories about the seven Kwamii Charms and seven Miraculous. Once they were finished, he would take her back to her handlers.

The next three days passed quickly as they worked. Peace Keeper/Ning loved learning the history of objects and chasing after Wayzz who would tell her stories about his friends and the powers of the different Miraculous. Master Fu taught her all sorts of skills and opened up her mind to the possibility that having a sense of self wasn't going against her superiors rules. Sharing meals, being held and laughing together, made her feel weird, but good at the same time. She wondered if this feeling was the bond her handlers described when they taught her about family units.

On the morning of the fourth day, Master Fu and Wayzz, hidden in the man's pocket, held Peace Keeper, no Ning's hand tightly, making sure they wouldn't be separated in the crowd. As they made their way to the government building the child had remembered, he quizzed her on what story they had discussed.

"I tell them that I got lost and my tracker broke when I tripped on the side walk and scraped myself up. A local healer patched me up and gave me a new outfit out of kindness. It took me a few days, but I finally found my way back. During that time, my disguise came off," she stated in her sophisticated adult like voice.

"Good Ning, what are you not going to talk about," Wayzz asked from his hiding spot.

"What happened at Master Fu's. The Miraculous and the Kwamiis are very important and need to be kept safe from anyone who would use them for evil. That magic is real, but no one must know about it. If I say I believe in magic, let them assume that I'm talking about the cultural aspect of the topic."

They were getting close to the building. The trees, signs, and smells were very familiar to her. In the distance she could just make out the building. "We're almost there! I hope my handlers are still waiting for me." Sensing the man's back was starting to hurt, she suggested they rest on a nearby park bench. After all a few more minutes together was not a big deal.

"I'm going to miss you Master Fu. You helped me so much, especially teaching me how to be an even better peace keeper with all your little wisdom's. Will you miss me?" The little girl scrunched her nose and patted his hand, trying in her own way to be cute.

"Very much Ning. You have been like the granddaughter I never had and been a true friend to Wayzz. In fact, he has a gift for you." Making sure the coast was clear, Wayzz zipped out and levitated in front of the little girl before placing his Kwamii Charm in her outstretch hand. "Remember, this charm allows you or the Great Guardian, to channel a tenth of my power in an emergency situation. It will also alert you if there are any Miraculous users nearby by linking with their Kwamiis. Protect this charm at all times and look to it for guidance when you aren't sure what to do next. We'll hear you and try to help."

Peace Keeper made that promise and hugged them both tightly goodbye when the trio reached the building. As she was greeted by her handlers and listening to them ask her questions while simultaneously being told her punishment, she used her mental powers to suppress the memories of the last few days, to prevent her from accidentally mentioning them. Only the hidden charm would be her daily reminder of what had occurred during her time away.

Flashback end

Peace Keeper opened her palm and finally let the two heroes see the Kwamii Charm. It really did look like a turtle with an antenna on its head. Both their Kwamiis confirmed the charm was connected to the "brother" Wayzz. "No matter what the situation, I always managed to hide my precious charm from my handlers. I didn't want them to take it away from me. After my mission, for a time, I talked like magic was real and was seriously punished for it." She clutched the charm tightly letting its warmth spread throughout her.

"Even with the memories suppressed and the charm my only active link to the memories, I did take to heart some of the lessons I learned during that time. I owned the name Peace Keeper, by making my alias direct translations or equivalents. Nicole Gardien translates, victory of the people's guardian. I have two hundred and forty aliases and histories attached to them. A good portion of them are males."

Ladybug studied some of the portfolios Peace Keeper offered them. They were very detailed, with realistic backgrounds, fake birth certificates, even a list of acquaintances and expertizes. Nowhere listed in these portfolios were friends or family. These were characters to play and then put away once they were done. "You memorized all of these?"

Peace Keeper nodded and anticipated Chat Noir's question. "You've been wondering about the rest of my childhood and are curious to know what my punishment would have been had not followed orders?" The kitty nodded and for a split second Adrien pushed through trying to emphasize with her. " If I failed to follow orders in this case, I would have been sent back for retraining and you two would have ended up in a French prison with hard core police that would have eventually broke you two and made sure you disappeared from the public and might have gone after your families to see if they were traitors. My punishments could range from me being locked up the bunkers and not see anyone for a few days or go through VR simulations reliving failures or incidents of great horrors. When I was ten, they decided I was old enough to begin torture resistance training, though I secretly thought maybe they wanted me to stop trying learn more about micro cultures, small communities in an area that differ from the majority of the country."

Chat Noir's eyes widen upon hearing she went through torture as well. Why would a UN Security Council, who wanted to her to be the ultimate peace keeper, stoop to something that went against their constitution? It made no sense at all to him.

"They needed someone who wouldn't break while doing missions that are probably not sanctioned. You saw the video, they needed someone who would ensure peace no matter what. Reminds me of someone."

"Me, she's been conditioned to respond and act in a certain way to please her superiors, just like I try to be perfect for my dad. Her escape from that is holding onto that charm and hoping it gives her the strength be herself."

"I was wondering when your dense head would figure that out."

Ladybug listened as Peace Keeper finished talking about her life. Going on missions since she was sixteen. How her missions were decided by the Security Council and its president was her direct superior. A perfect record of completed missions. No wonder she had pushed away the memories she held dear. It was to protect herself from making a fatal mistake. "What happens next, to you and us?"

There was loud chirp heard. Looking at the laptop it had finished erasing everything, except a very short, but impressive report to be sent to President Hollande and President Aboulatta about the heroes Ladybug and Chat Noir. Urging them over they saw the reports carried basic information, like their heroes' names, height and estimated weight. The most important thing was the briefing on their character describing them in a positive manner and declaring at this time, the technology they used was beyond understanding and labeled it magic for the time being. There were also a few recommendations that would help protect them both in the future. "Permission to email these? We're sure to get an answer in less than twenty five minutes."

With their permission, she sent the reports and then readied her laptop for the incoming Skype call. She didn't have to wait long as she predicted. Less than twenty five minutes later, both Presidents called her as she made it a three way chat. "Greetings Presidents Hollande and Aboulatta. I see that you both received my final report. There are few minor details that I wish to discuss with both of you. I hope it's alright that Ladybug and Chat Noir listen to the conversation since it has to do with them."

"Of course. To the two of you, I thank you for helping to save my life and restoring our beloved city to normal. You're recommendations about them, does fit in with the kind of favor I was willing to give you."

"Excuse me, President Hollande, but I believe that Peace Keeper's report is slightly inaccurate. It's missing some very important details and I'm not sure she was being completely honest on some parts of it."

The teens tensed for a second, but Peace Keeper stood her ground. Looking directly at her superior she started speaking in rapid Arabic. President Aboulatta responded, his tone slightly annoyed and a bit angry. Peace Keeper continued to push through arguing her case. She even snatched up the book on animal myths flipping the pages until it showed a myth from his native Egypt. Tapping the page, she continued to argue. He responded back his tone changing slightly. His eyes went from her to the masked teens, back to President Hollande, who gave his opinion in broken Arabic.

The Security Council President let out a breath. Finally he agreed to something causing a smile to appear on Peace Keeper's face. He was writing something down as he made a promise, but in warning tone, he indicated whatever the topic they had been talking about she was in charge. Finally, he switched back to speaking in French. "The Security Council will be notified that France has solved its security issue and once again in good standing. The Peacekeepers Force will withdraw and return to New York in three days. This mission is complete." He then signed off leaving only President Hollande on the line.

"I hope you're ready for the responsibility that you agreed to young woman." Peace Keeper inclined her head indicating she was. "Ladybug and Chat Noir, please step forward." Peace Keeper moved aside so the heroes could look at their country's leader properly. "On Peace Keeper's recommendation as well as my own conclusions, in three weeks you will be honored at the Elysian Palace, and officially given rank as Special Forces: Unusual Incidents Division. Not only will you be recognized as the heroes you are, but given legal rights and protection by the government. You'll be given full details on what to expect. Can I count on you two?"

Chat Noir flashed a grin as his tail twitched in excitement. This was a great opportunity and hopefully it would prevent another incident like this one from occurring. "You can count on us Mr. President. We won't fail you."

"What will happen to Mayor Bourgeois? As an Akuma victim he's not responsible for his actions during that time period."

"Correct Ms. Ladybug, however he was responsible for his actions that led to his arrest before his akumatization. However, the unusual circumstances combined with what has occurred during this semi state of emergency, means I have to deal with this problem in an unusual manner."

President Hollande went on to explain that there had been leaked media about the Mayor's actions as Emperor. Public opinion strongly believed that the Mayor's anger resulted from his frustrations that he still couldn't keep his town one hundred percent safe. That his kidnapping of the President had been part of twisted desire to be the one to keep the whole country safe.

With the truth of his conspiracy and actions still not public knowledge, coupled with the missing hours needed to hold him, the former Mayor would be returning home. That didn't mean he would automatically get his job back. For the next three years of his new term, he would be a figure head and take a drastic hit in pay. The real power would belong to Deputy Mayor Anne Hidalgo. Every decision he made would be scrutinized and the money he'd hidden would be returned to where it belonged. At the end of his term, he would face prosecution for his crimes and serve his time. The last mandate was that his daughter, the source of what had driven him to his misconduct, would be attending a special finishing school to learn how to be a proper member of society and a decent human being. Inside Ladybug was cheering that Chloe would finally be punished for her behavior.

After summarizing everything, the President bid the group good-bye. "This is so amazing, I'm not even sure I'm awake."

"Trust me My Lady, you are! We're going to formally recognized by the President of France!" He swung his head towards Peace Keeper as his cat ears wiggled. "So what did your superior and you argue about?"

"Me having my own international team of peacekeepers. It was proposed about two years ago that the Security Council start to look for people who could assist me in different countries. I can't do this all by myself. You two are the first ones to join Project Peace Keeper International," she explained handing them credentials and identification. "That is if you want to. You wouldn't have to leave France, seeing as it your domain, but if I need assistance, I can call upon on the two of you for help. If you needed my help I would come an assist you."

In response, they shook Peace Keeper's hand and agreed to it. The three of them would rebuild their trust through this and one day in the distant future, Peace Keeper, would earn their forgiveness in its entirety. After all, shouldn't Miraculous and Kwamii Charm holders work together?

Suddenly Ladybug remembered she had been missing for nearly three days. Her parents and friends had to be frantic with worry! "We need to get home. I'm sure our families are worried about us."

Chat Noir winced. He didn't know if his dad was aware of his absence, but he was sure going to be in a lot of trouble with Nathalie and the Gorilla back home. He would be lucky if he ever got to leave the mansion after his long absence. "This cat is more worried how long the cat flap will be locked."

Peace Keeper stated she could take each of them home and come up with a cover story and proof to back it up. It might not get them completely out of trouble, but it would make sure no one connect their missing time with their hero counterparts. Still uneasy about trusting her, the duo felt they had no choice in the matter. Once Peace Keeper dressed up as Nicole Gardien once more she led them towards her special taxi. While tinted windows were banned in France, the law said nothing about a tinted barrier in the back seat to keep the heroes from seeing each other in civilian form.

"I'll drop each of you off separately to make sure you don't see each other. We'll start with you Chat Noir, considering your situation. Ladybug, when I stop the car I want you to use the fold out windshield protects, to keep the temperature from rising, but also to obscure your view. Understood?"

Taking a long, twisty way back to the Agreste Mansion, gave time for Adrien to prepare himself. "I don't know what I'm going to do. Father is just going to lock me away again. It took him a whole month to let me out of his sight after the terrorist attacks remember?"

"You shouldn't worry so much Adrien. Calm down and eat some cheese! I still have a month's worth left!" Plagg said as he levitated into the air. He couldn't wait until they were back home. He was going to snuggle up in his favorite sleeping spot and nap for three days straight! Then he could have a cheeseapalooza. Life was great.

Adrien was about to retort only to swallow deeply seeing they arrived at his mansion. Taking a deep breath, he got out of the car and walked to the gates. When the security system saw who it was, the gates opened immediately. Ms. Gardien escorted him inside where he was greeted by an angry Nathalie and the Gorilla, who had a small smile on his face.

"Adrien Agreste where have you been? Do you know how concerned we've been? We've been searching all over for you as best we could with this semi state of emergency. I hope you have a good excuse for leaving school because I have half a mind to tell your father…" Nathalie ranted until Ms. Gardien cleared her throat. The personal assistant had daggers in her eyes seeing the woman standing before her.

"I apologize for this incident Ms. Sinclair, it is entirely my fault. Adrien here had scheduled a meeting with me that day and left the building to contact me since his phone was confiscated to let me know he might be a little late."

"Um, it took a bit to find a phone I could use and by that time, I was late getting back to the school and found myself stuck in a closed off arrondissement. All communication went down meant I couldn't get in touch with anyone. I tried to get back really, but it was getting late and I needed to find a place to sleep," Adrien explained, using his modeling skills to help maintain the lie.

Ms. Gardien explained that she had found the boy and brought him back to her hotel, through the backway to avoid any media that might be lingering around to question the President and his guests. After a good night sleep Adrien had attempted to call them, only for the communications to be out again.

"So we had our meeting. Adrien had come up with an idea for a new specialized line for the Agreste collection. Fashionable outfits with a few touches of native countries for those involved in Model UN. He agreed to model the line if a portion of the profits was donated to support female education growth."

Nathalie looked at Adrien with a slightly surprised expression. Adrien enjoyed modeling, but he had never expressed an interests in helping grow his father's brand. Then again he hadn't expressed any interest in the UN Peacekeepers Force. Maybe exposing him to so many different possibilities had helped the boy understand how the real world worked.

While Nathalie was lost in thought the Gorilla listened and nodded at the appropriate times when his charge and the nice lady explained that because of the Akuma attack, she had asked Adrien to stay put at the hotel while she helped out with the police. It had taken a few hours, but at last the semi state of emergency had been lifted and she took the boy right home.

"I apologize once more for this mix-up. I hope you don't discipline him too harshly. He tried to contact you two multiple times." The silent man nodded and Nathalie seeing how anxious Adrien was, agreed that this one time, he wouldn't punished since he had been trying to help his father's company. Leaving them with a card to contact in the MUN committee to set up the meeting, Ms. Gardien shook hands with Adrien telling him goodbye.

When Marinette entered the bakery, she was fussed over and hugged by her parents who had a million questions for her. She answered them the best she could going along with the cover story about her being invited to the Peacekeepers temporary HQ. Ms. Gardien had noticed her design talent and had arranged for her to meet with different graphic designers to upgrade the UNICEF design for the different media uses. She had left during math class to find a phone to arrange a pick up for later and had gotten stuck in a closed arrondissement.

"I'm sorry, I didn't tell you about it before. I was just so busy trying to finish my piece for the contest and keep up with school, it completely slipped my mind," Marinette told them, her posture stiff and her eyes downcast. "I know I let you down."

"Oh Marinette, we're just glad that you're okay and back home safely. You gave us such a scare. I don't want to have you disappear again," Sabine mentioned told her daughter as she brushed her fingers through Marinette's dark locks.

"Your mother is right Marinette. I don't want to have to restrict your activities just to know where you are," Tom added.

Ms. Gardien spoke up, "I noticed that Marinette needs a little help with time management. I hope I'm not being a bit forward, but I got her something that could help her with that." She held out a day planner and a watch to the teen. "The planner and the watch are connected. Use the planner to organize your days and then set the alarms on the watch. It will give you a gentle reminder. I think it will help you get to school on time."

Marinette thanked the disguised heroine as did her parents for bringing her home. Sabine gave her a box full of different pastries and bread causing Ms. Gardien to blush. With a final goodbye and wishing Marinette good luck at the contest, the young woman drove to her hotel to get ready for her departure.

Three days later Nicole/Peace Keeper was waiting at the airport for the announcement to board her plane back to New York. Looking out the windows, she wondered when she would return to this magical place. She considered Marinette and Adrien, as her only friends despite the rocky relationship that existed at the moment. Hopefully next time she was here things would be better.

"Attention passengers. Flight 113 to New York City will be delayed an hour due to low fuel. Again, flight 113 to New York City is delayed for an hour."

The young woman sighed hearing that her flight would be delayed. All she could do is wait for the plane. Hopefully there's enough time to get a quick snack from one of these little shops. Suddenly the smell of tea and damp turtle filled her nostrils. Her Kwamii Charm warmed up in her pocket as a familiar voice said out loud, "Hello Ning. It's been a long time."

"Twenty three years to be exact Master Fu," she replied turning around and seeing the old man standing only a few feet away. He looked exactly as she remembered only a bit more tired. She wondered how he got past security, but right now she didn't care. "I hoped I would see you before I left. Why didn't you show yourself earlier?"

Master Fu brought his finger to his lips shushing her. He started heading to a small café that served tea. She joined him and together they sat at a small table to enjoy their jasmine tea. Wayzz carefully poked his head out from Fu's pant's pocket and floated up until he was hidden in Fu's shirt collar.

"Wayzz, I missed you. Having your charm wasn't the same as seeing you."

The turtle Kwamii nodded as Master Fu allowed him to take a small sip of tea. "You've grown into a beautiful young woman and I don't mean this disguise. I can see your true self underneath this."

"Wayzz is right Ning, it's a shame that you must hide yourself so much," Master Fu whispered. Putting his tea down, he rubbed his Miraculous along with Wayzz making the responding charm fill with warmth again. Taking it out, young woman tried to give it back. "No, you earned that Charm. All these years, you've kept it safe and used its tiny bit of power to protect people from harm."

Nicole/Peacekeeper shook her head. "I'm not worthy of this, not after what has been done. You thought that with the Charm, you could help guide me when I needed it the most." Once again she tried to give it back knowing they must have felt or witnessed what had happened. They had tried to get through to her, but she hadn't listened. A few tears dropped on the table before she wiped them away. "I'm not the same little girl you rescued. Ning Sun, has been buried too long," she whispered. Ning Sun, the only true name anyone had given to her, had been far too precious to use as an alias. It had been a long time since she had acted like the carefree, inquisitive, and wonderful child.

Both sipped their tea in silence. Master Fu studied her for a few minutes. Wayzz tugged the man's shirt and whispered quietly to him. Nodding, Master Fu placed his right hand over Nicole/Peace Keeper's. "You made a mistake child. No matter how much training you get, you will never be perfect. I also know deep in your heart you don't want to hurt people. Justice, not revenge, motivates you. That's why you deserve the Charm."

When she looked away from him, he asked her a surprising question. In her last mission in South Sudan, capturing sexual predators in the refugee camps, why did she not simply kill them, especially the ones, she knew the South Sudanese government, wouldn't punish them?

"How do you know about that?" she whispered. Wayzz waved his stubby arm reminding her of their unique connection. She thought back to her last mission before Paris. The one she had thought that had been an easy walk to this one.

Flashback

It was the dead of night as Peace Keeper slipped out of the refugee camp, in her special suit, heading to the hidden prison she had made for the people she had caught. Outside the camp she was met by few women, each beaten badly with scars on their legs. She spoke briefly to them as many believed she was an avenging spirit that had been sent as an answer to their prayers.

"The men, we have identified them all! You will see them punished?"

"Yes, I will. The government will learn to take this horrendous crime more seriously and ensure tougher sentences for the monster caught. I will not stop working for your innate human rights." The women shook her hands and headed back to the safety of the camp. No one would dare touch them again after tonight. Peace Keeper walked a bit further until she reached her hidden prison in some caves. The UN members were being kept in a different cell near the entance. After the South Sudanese government dealt with them, they would return to the US to face more charges and stiff punishments by the UN and the International Court.

When she reached the other part of the prison, it took all her self-control to not respond to vicious taunts and threats the men hurled at her. A woman had no right to punish a man, especially and outsider, who didn't know her place.

"We'll tear you apart girl! You are nothing!"

"It is a joke that you believe that we'll be punished! The government will never change. This chaos of civil war and trying to fix so many of our problems so the international complaints will stop coming in!"

"We deserve our freedom! We take what we want and that's the way it's always been!"

Peace Keeper kept her silence, knowing about the numerous tragedies and struggles this young country faced. It would take many years and international cooperation to fix the countries problems, but right now, she had a plan to deal with these men, a way to gain a measure of justice."I should have you all killed for what you have done. You have ruined the lives of every woman you touch and have perpetuated a cycle of violence that needs to stop." Her eyes started to glow red thanks to the filter in her mask. She pulled out a gadget from her belt, a sonic disk that would bring the hold place crashing down on them. The men stopped yelling as they saw the seriousness in her eyes. "This device will turn you into sobbing messes and destroy your insides if the falling rocks didn't kill you on impact."

The men were truly scared at that point. Would they be dying tonight? Peace Keeper held the device up, ready to use it, the men closed their eyes waiting for death, but it never came. Instead they heard the shattering of several bottles as a red gas filled their cell. Within minutes the men were yelling out in terror as they fell to the ground gripping their man parts.

Peace Keeper silently thanked the herb expert she had visited for helping her create this concoction. Using certain plants to make a pleasant and slightly hallucinogenic native tea, she had a few extra ingredients to increase its potency and use its unintentional side effect that caused swelling of the reproductive parts for a few days. Justice was having these men relive the terror they inflicted on others only this time as the victims. Hopefully the experience would leave a lasting impression.

Flashback End

"Does it matter I didn't kill them? I still made them suffer, that's torture. The night before I left, their male kin tried to attack the woman I saved. I ended up using the Charm to protect us. They backed off and as far as I know, the sexual assault rate in that camp has gone down by thirty five percent. I don't see how that makes a difference."

"It makes all the difference when you chose not to kill them. Did you torture them? Some might say yes, some might argue that it was native product that worked like it's supposed to. The point is Ning, you chose to do what you did out of justice, to protect future innocents. That is why you are deserving of this Kwamii Charm, as well as these two."

Master Fu opened his left hand revealing two more charms, in this case, Plagg and Tikki's. Picking up Wayzz's he strung the three charms on a magical thread creating a glamored charm necklace that he placed over her head and let it rest against her skin. Only the person who gave it to her or a Miraculous bearer could see the necklace.

Touching the two new charms, she felt herself connect with Kwamiis. Tikki's optimism came through loud and clear, as Plagg's pride filled her body. They had accepted her as their Kwamii Charms holder. Which could only mean one thing. "You want me to be your apprentice? I couldn't, I'm not the person for the job. How would it even work with the way my life is?" Peace Keeper tried to talk him out of it, but Master Fu reached over and hugged her tightly. The feeling of family and love made her body tingle in delight. She hadn't felt like this is twenty three years.

"I understand that asking you this is a life altering decision, but I believe this is what your true purpose is. To eventually succeed me as the Great Guardian and protect the Miraculous from evil and distribute them when needed." He admitted it would a long and difficult apprenticeship, but he knew his pseudo granddaughter could succeed. There was no one else he trusted enough with this responsibility.

It wasn't a difficult choice after that. Part of her knew this was always wanted she secretly dreamed of since she was six and half years old. Promising to guard the charms with her life, she swore an oath in that little café that she would work hard as his apprentice.

"Attention passengers. Flight 113 to New York City is boarding now. Repeat Flight 113 to New York City is boarding now."

Both adults stood up and walked out of the café. Hugging once more, Master Fu watched as the little girl, now a grown woman headed to her "home." A true peace keeper and hopefully one day, a heroine and Great Guardian in her own right.