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A spotted heroine rushed as fast as she could along the rooftops as a fourth beep came from her miraculous, warning her of the remaining time that she had left in her transformation from her and Chat's recent fight with an Akuma. The superhero vaulting over a chimney and hooking her yo-yo around the brick structure to slow her quick decent into an alleyway. Then landing between two dumpsters that hid her from view as the mask and costume of ladybug faded away with the last ring of her earrings, leaving behind Marinette Dupain-cheng, and an exhausted black spotted kwamii floating by her side.

A tired yawn escaped the small creature as it levitated down and into a purse at the girls' side "That was a close one Marinette" she warned weakly, desperately needing a rest "you would have de-transformed on a roof and fell if you had kept going". Her holder gave a sigh and a nod of her head, "I know Tikki, just rest for a bit" Marinette bid standing from her hiding place and moving towards the open end of the alley, knowing that the bakery was only another street over "at least we have a week off school".

Suddenly, the sound of running footsteps came up from behind the young girl making her mistakenly turn in reflex to see what it was. A dirty hand clamping itself over her mouth and another onto her shoulder, roughly pushing her against one of the brick walls of the narrow passage. Her eyes wide in terror as she gripped the wrist of the hand preventing her from screaming and muffling her cries, trying to remove it against the hold of the man who was assaulting her. Unfortunately, Tikki wasn't the only one who was drained, even if the powers of her miraculous offered a boost it was still her energy, and frankly she hadn't enough to get beyond a struggle against her attacker. "Stop you struggling!" he demanded, letting go of her shoulder and pulling a knife from his pocket, unsheathing it with a flick of his wrist before holding the tip of the blade barley an inch away from her throat.

She froze, cursing that she had been caught with her guard down; but she would be damned if she let the crook get his way, a defiant gaze setting in her bluebell orbs.

Discreetly as she could, she moved a hand towards her purse for a taser given to her by her parents only for the mugger to push his weapon closer to her neck.

The blackette now felt the cold tip meet her skin, but not enough to draw blood or pierce the surface. "Uh-Uh-Uh," the man chided "allow me to take the cash out of that pretty pink purse of yours girly" he joked with a twisted chuckle for his "gentlemanly" behavior, revealing several teeth missing from his jaw. He reached into her purse and Marinette began to panic, panic for her exhausted Kwamii and for her inability to even attempt to stop him lest it cost her life.

Suddenly another group of bounding footsteps made themselves abruptly known from further down the alley just before a powerful bark rebound off the walls. The criminal's eyes darting away from Marinette a second then screaming in pain and shock as an electric current caused his muscles to seize and draw away from the girl, a large furred body moving into him and a mouthful of fangs baring down strongly into his arm.

Marinette hurriedly checked the confines of her purse, finding Tikki half awake with her taser firmly in her arms, but the blackette wasn't able to utter a thank you as she heard the would-be thieves pained cry, looking to see him on the ground pinned by a growling dog with his arm barbed in the stray's teeth.

"Help, I'm being mugged!" the blackette shouted as loud as she could, but it was unlikely that there where many within earshot around this time of night. It did work in her favor however as the crook freaked in the combination of the threat of being caught and the possible ravenous stray ripping the flesh from his arm. He took his knife and stabbed into the dogs' side, drawing a surprised and painful whimper from the mutt as its blood splattered everywhere, making its jaw slack enough for the man to wrench his blood torn arm away and push the dog off, frantically picking himself up as her ran and disappeared around a corner.

The large stray howled after hum and nearly gave chase, but the animal collapsed upon taking its first step, warm blood spilling from its wound onto the ground where he laid and dying his fur.

Marinette took a hesitant step towards it, the wounded animal giving a deterring growl and causing her to step back shortly before its eyes lulled closed and its head fell hard against the pavement unconscious. Concern spurred by gratitude brought her immediately to the canines' side, the girl taking of her blazer and pushing it onto the creatures wound. Tikki floated up from her holders' purse, the fairy landing close enough to the animals wound where she could feel its weak breath struggle to stay consistent. "Oh, you poor thing" Marinette gasped, feeling beneath her fingers the near bare bones and patches of scared skin beneath the unkempt fur belonging to a malnourished German shepherd.

"Tikki can you help him?" she asked, shaken by the mere thought of what this street dog had been through long before their meeting.

The small god of luck shook her head wearily "I'm sorry Marinette, but I'm still drained after earlier" she apologized, the dog involuntarily coughing up blood "he's bleeding into his lungs, the most I'll be able to do now is heal the worst of it so he wont die, but he's still going to need help" she explained.

The blackette looked to the street, the proximity of her home popping to the front of her mind and a need to repay the favor filling her words as she asked "do what you can" the ladybug nodding and a faint red light emanating from her small hands a moment later. She closed her eyes and pushed her illuminating appendages against the edge of the dogs wound, the glow cascading over it and fading seconds after.

Marinette removed her blood-soaked blazer and observed with amazement the far less amount of the dogs life that poured out of the now less serious wound that would only be called a simple cut. But it wasn't enough as Tikki had said, the dog still needed medical attention, but Master Fu was to far without her transformation, and she refused to leave him out here to run home and feed her kwamii or get help, even if it were possible as the fairy had fallen asleep on the scared creature.

Wrapping her blazer around his body and tying the sleeves firmly in a makeshift bandage before gently tucking Tikki back unto her purse and grabbing the dog to pick him up. He was a big creature for certain, but the malnutrition that he had suffered made him weigh much less than he should, the bony canine easily lifting over her shoulders as she carried him as fast as she could out of the alley and through the streets to the door of her family's bakery. She pushed open the door to meet the site of her parents closing up shop for the night, the ringing of the bell over the door alerting them of her entrance. "Sweetheart where have you-" her mother began until she noticed the animal slung over her daughters shoulder.

"Mom, Dad, he needs help!" the girl said quickly, setting the wounded stray on the tiled floor of the bakery, her father coming from the kitchen shacking his head "Marinette, we can't keep that animal here, lets call animal services or a vet to-" he tried to reason but the blackette cut him off "He saved me papa! From being mugged or worse!" she explained "and he's a stray, look at him! They'd kill him before ever consider treating him!". Tom was taken aback from her rapid retelling of the story, looking from his raven-haired daughter to her apparent savior, whose blood began to show through Marinette's jacket.

Without much further debate, verbal or mental, the mountainous man moved and reached behind the counter for a first aid kit as his wife helped and instructed their daughter to clean the dogs cut, the family of three toiling for half an hour to properly bandages -and even stitch and inch of- the wound.

Thankfully, due to Tikki's hand from before his cut was nit bad enough to warrant any emergency care for now, the Dupain's unprofessional work suitable to prevent any further bleeding. Yet he would still have a new scar, freshly prominent.

"We'll still need to take him to the vet in the morning" her father insisted wiping up the little blood that had spilled to the floor "just to make sure that he's okay". Marinette nodded her head as she stroked the canine's side to comfort him, the dog remaining unconscious.

Her parents allowed for the dog to sleep in their home upstairs. Sabine had gone ahead of them after locking the bakery and set out a bed for him in a corner with an old blanket.

It wasn't until well into the next morning that the dog woke with a concerned start, climbing back up onto his strong but sore and causing the blanket that had been draped over him to fall. The raven-haired girl who had fallen asleep on the couch that night waking as well, to the sound of a loud confused bark from the animal. She looked over to see the mutt observing the white bandage on his side, sniffing it to discern from where and who put it on him, managing to walk in a sloppy circle as he did so. Marinette couldn't help but let a laugh slip which drew the dogs attention, "you're awake!" she remarked happily before moving off the couch and to the kitchen where her mother had set a few pieces of meat that were on the verge of spoiling for the dog to eat. Carefully she carried the plate over to the creature who dropped into more of an aggressive poise, like he was expecting a fight. However, she stopped a few feet short of him and lowered to her knees, sliding the plate across the floor closer to him. "Don't worry" she coaxed calmly "you're safe here". The dog kept his gaze on her as he leaned down to test sniff the food, deciding a moment later and snatching a small bit into his jaws and lopping up the rest greedily.

Slowly Marinette's hand gravitated towards him, the mutt recoiling slightly making the girl retract her hand. "Sorry…" she apologized as the dog returned to his full stature and gave into his own curiosity, moving close enough to get her scent. Flashes of memory sparked behind his brown irises, that and understanding as the mutt lowered his rear and sat regal. He remembered last night and knew she had cared for his wound.

Seemingly now given permission by the street dog the blackette reached out again and successfully petted a neck full of fur.

"Nice to meet you" she greeted, giggling at his prideful behavior "and thank you".

I always wanted to create something like this!

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