A/N: Alright, I've slept and re-read the original of this chapter and there are so many grammatical errors, so here it is rewritten with no errors or mistakes. Enjoy.

Anniversaries

Adrien Agreste sat at his desk in his bedroom staring sadly at his computer screen. On his computer screen was the home page of the Ladyblog and the newest post Alya had made. It was about how it was officially two months since that fateful night that ended in her death. Reading the post physically pained him, but he found himself unable to take his eyes off of it. His eyes seemingly glued to the screen as he read the post over and over again.

Hello, my viewers, the beginning of the post read.

As I'm sure all of you know, today marks two months since one of our beloved heroes fell. Two months ago today...Ladybug was killed in her and Cat Noir's final battle with Hawk Moth. I've been keeping up with the trial and I'm happy to announce that Gabriel Agreste has been sentenced to life in prison with no possibility of parol not only for his crimes against Paris, but also for murdering our favorite hero in red. I cannot express the joy I feel at knowing he has been brought to justice and Ladybug's death wasn't for nothing.

I miss her just as much as the rest of you, but as I'm sure we all know, Cat Noir is having the hardest time with his whole situation. He's been seen around a few times these past two months, and I hope for his sake that no reporters try to pester him with questions today if he's seen out at all today. He's truly doesn't need the hassle, and we all need to be there for him as best we can during this time of loss for him.

In honor of Ladybug, everyone write your favorite memory of her in the comments. Let's all reminisce together about Ladybug's time in Paris. She will never be forgotten, and her legacy will live on forever within us.

Stay connected,

Alya

The model felt tears prick his eyes as he read the post more times than he could count and then proceeded to read some of the comments below it. There were thousands of comments about peoples favorite memories of Ladybug, whether it was times she had saved them or times when she was just being her oh so amazing self. With a heavy heart, Adrien closed the Ladyblog tab on his computer, and turned it off. He sighed heavily and spun his desk chair around to face his bed, where he saw Plagg curled up on one of his pillows, snoring quietly and cuddling a slice of camembert as he slept. Thinking about Ladybug, Adrien found himself not wanting to be home. So, he stood from his chair.

"Plagg." He called, startling his Kwami awake. "Wake up. We're going out."

"I better get so much cheese for this when we get back." Was all Plagg said as he quickly finished the slice he had and Adrien called on his transformation.

"Plagg, claws out!" He called, and in a flash of green light, Adrien Agreste was replaced with Cat Noir. He leapt from his bedroom window and took to the rooftops of Paris, not really knowing where he was going and not really caring. It was three in the morning, so he didn't have to worry about being seen since everyone in Paris was asleep.

Well, almost everyone.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng shot up in her bed with a gasp for air as the nightmare faded away. Her breaths came out in short gasps and her heart pounded against her ribcage. Her blue eyes were as wide as dinner plates and her mouth hung open. She let out a sigh as she took in her surroundings and found the familiar pink walls of her bedroom. She placed her hand on her chest just above her heart and traced her finger over the big scar that resided there, serving as a daily reminder to her that she was supposed to be dead.

She was supposed to be dead. She should have died that night, in fact he had died that night, but for whatever reason, she didn't stay dead. She found herself wondering on most days if that was a good thing.

"Marinette?" A small voice called out to her. The bluenette turned her head to come face to face with her Kwami as she fluttered over to her. Tikki gave her a sad look.

"Was it the same nightmare again?" She asked, and Marinette sighed as she nodded.

"It's always the same nightmare, Tikki." She said, tiredly as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "I can't help it. Every time I close my eyes...I'm back there and reliving what happened over and over again..."

"I'm so sorry this happened to you, Marinette." Tikki said sadly, and Marinette shook her head.

"It's not your fault, Tikki." She told her. "You and I know that." Tikki smiled sadly at her and nodded, and Marinette sighed again.

"I think I'm going to go up to the balcony." She told her. "Clear my head, or whatever."

Tikki only nodded before fluttering back over to where she had originally been sleeping on Marinette's pillow, and Marinette smiled at her for a moment before she opened the door of her skylight and pulled herself up onto her balcony. She shivered slightly as the cool night air hit her bare shoulders, and she wrapped her arms around herself to keep warm as she walked over to the railing of her balcony.

Ever since that night, Marinette had been to terrified to transform into Ladybug again. She was afraid of what the people of Paris would think of her now. She had failed. She had one job to do: protect Paris and defeat Hawk Moth, and she had failed. After what happened, Cat Noir had to take care of Hawk Moth by himself. Ladybug could only watch helplessly as he ripped the butterfly Miraculous from the villain and revealed him to be Gabriel Agreste. Thinking back to the look on Cat Noir's face when he saw who was under the Hawk Moth mask sent chills down Marinette's spine. Another reason she was afraid to transform again. She was afraid of what Cat Noir would think of her. Would he think of her as helpless? Weak? Not good enough? Useless? She hadn't been able to stop their enemy, and in the end made him do all the dirty work.

She wanted to transform, she did. She wanted Paris to know that she was alive and okay. Every time she heard Alya go on about how much she missed Ladybug, the bluenette was tempted to just scream 'I'm right here! Look at me! I'm fight in front of you! I'm alive!', but she never did. All in all, she was afraid. Afraid of what people would think of her if she just randomly showed up out of nowhere after being presumed dead for so long. Even though there was no more Hawk Moth and no more akumas, that didn't mean that Paris still didn't need to be protected. Marinette felt guilty leaving Cat Noir to do it all alone, and hated herself for being so afraid of her alter ego.

Subconsciously, her hand trailed up her chest until it rested over her scar, thus hiding it under her palm as she felt the beating of her heart beneath her fingertips and she remained deep in thought. So deep in thought in fact, she didn't notice the leather clad hero leaping across rooftops, spotting her on her balcony and leaping in her direction. She didn't even notice he was there until she heard his voice.

"And just what are you doing out of bed at three in the morning?" He asked, and she whirled around in surprise as her heart rate skyrocketed in her chest.

"Ca-Cat Noir." She stammered, ignoring the pang of sadness that shot through her upon seeing him. "Y-y-you scared me."

"My apologies, Princess." He said, using his nickname for her. Marinette almost smiled at hearing the nickname for the first time in so long, but a heavy weight crushed her heart at hearing his voice. The last time she had heard his voice, he had been crying over her...over her body, and begging her to come back to him.

Shaking her head to clear the memories that took over, she blinked and made sure to keep her hand over her scar so he wouldn't see it. Seeing as she was wearing a tank top that would definitely not cover her scar at all no matter how she adjusted it.

"S-s-so..." She trailed off. "Wh-what brings you by?"

"Oh, you know I was just...out and about." He told her. "Needed to clear my head and get some fresh air, you know? Seeing as its..."

"The two month anniversary of Ladybug's death?" She finished for him, and he nodded, a somber look on his face. Like with Alya, Marinette found herself wanting to scream 'Look at me, Chat. Can't you see me?! I'm right in front of you, silly kitty! Look at me!', but instead she pursed her lips and bit her tongue, forcing the words to die in her throat.

"Yeah," He sighed. "I was...reading a post about it on the Ladyblog and I just...I don't know I just-"

"Started to miss her?" She asked, and once again he nodded.

"I've been trying to..." He trailed off. "I've been trying to move on and accept the fact that she's gone and she's never coming back but...we were partners for five years. You don't just get over a bond like that in two months. She was...she was my best friend and I...I'm sorry. I shouldn't be burdening you with this."

"No, it's okay!" She told him, maybe a bit too quickly. She was desperate to hear what he had to say. "I...I imagine when you aren't transformed and are just your...normal civilian self you can't talk to anybody about this without revealing who you really are. So, if you need to...I don't know...rant? Blow off some steam or just...talk about her? I'm all ears, and I happen to be a pretty good listener. You wouldn't be burdening me with anything, I promise."

Cat Noir looked unsure as he thought it over, and for a few moments she wasn't sure if he was going to talk at all, until he did.

"She was my best friend," He began, looking up to the sky. "and I failed her."

Marinette was taken aback, and she felt her eyes widen. He thought he failed her? Why on earth would he ever feel that way?

"What makes you think you failed her?" She asked, quietly, and he sighed.

"I...I wasn't fast enough." He said. "If I had been faster...noticed what Hawk Moth was going to do earlier...he never could have laid a hand on her. She would still be alive. We could have celebrated finally catching the man who has been terrorizing Paris for years together...if I had just been a little faster. If I had been faster, I could have saved her."

Marinette felt her heart shatter, and she was sure she stopped breathing. He thought what happened to her was his fault? How could he ever think such a thing? Everything that happened to her that night was Gabriel Agreste's fault. Was Hawk Moth's fault. Definitely not his.

"I'm sure it wasn't your fault." She told him quietly. "Whatever happened that night."

He shook his head and tears pricked his eyes as she let out a shaky breath and turned to face the bluenette.

"You weren't there, Marinette." He told her, his voice shook. "If you had seen what happened..."

He trailed off, and Marinette had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep herself from telling him that she was there, and not only had she seen what happened, she had lived it.

"Cat Noir." She said. "Ladybug would never blame you for what happened to her. I know she wouldn't."

He let out a dry laugh and scoffed, turning back to the sky. "Yeah, I know she wouldn't." He said, a bit of bitterness in his tone. "She should, though. I could have...I should have done more."

"I'm sure that whatever happened...it was an impossible situation." Marinette told him. "Hawk Moth needed to be dealt with, and there's no way that you could focus on helping her and taking him down at the same time. That's too much for one hero to handle alone."

Cat Noir continued to stare at the stars as tears began rolling down his cheeks, and everything came bubbling to the surface.

"There was...so much blood, Marinette." He said, his voice hoarse. "God, there was...you would think that somebody as small as she was couldn't possibly have that much blood in her but...there was so much blood. After I ripped Hawk Moth's Miraculous from him and knocked him out I...I tried to help her. I did. But...I couldn't do anything. She had already lost too much blood so I just...I just held her and I...I told her that everything was going to be okay. That she was going to be okay. She...she died in my arms. I heard her last words...felt her last breath. It was awful."

"Chat..." She trailed off, putting a comforting hand over his. "I am so sorry."

"You don't need to apologize for anything." He told her, wiping his nose and eyes. "It's not like you're the one that killed her."

Maybe I didn't kill her, but she may as well be dead because of me. Marinette though, fighting back a flinch. She moved her hand from his hand to his shoulder, and squeezed it comfortingly.

"You know..." She said warily, unsure if she should go this far with things. "I knew Ladybug. Maybe not as well as you did but...she and I were friends. Would it...help at all if you talked about her?"

Cat Noir looked at her with surprise in his cat like eyes. "You two were friends?" He asked, and she nodded. "How did you even meet each other?"

"It was...back when Evillustrator had been akumatized and asked me out on a date." She told him. "Ladybug stopped by my house to tell me that she had to go on a secret mission, but that you would be around to protect me until she could make it back to help you take him down."

"And you stayed in touch after that?" He asked, and she tilted her head.

"Well, yes and no." She told him. "If she ever saw me at the scene of an akuma attack after you and her finished defeating the villain, she would check up on me and make sure I was okay before she had to leave. She would come to balcony sometimes too and we'd just...talk."

"What would you guys talk about?" He asked her, desperate to know more.

"Well, at first we talked about the kind of music we liked, as well as books we liked to read and shows we liked to watch." Marinette told him. "She could never get into too much detail, because the smallest things can give someone clues about your identity, but she said as much as she could without giving too much away about herself."

Cat Noir smiled as he imagined Marinette and Ladybug sitting together on her balcony and Ladybug waving her hands around dramatically as she talked about a book she had read and enjoyed. He could almost hear her laugh ringing in his head.

"She talked about you a lot, too." Marinette said, hesitantly.

"She did?" He asked, and the bluenette nodded. "What did she say?"

She smiled at the blond boy before her, thinking this was her chance. This was her chance to tell him everything she would say if she were Ladybug in this moment instead of Marinette. So, she opened her mouth and let the words spill out of her.

"She talked about how even if your puns did annoy her at times, she still appreciated your attempt at having a good sense of humor." A small smile came to Cat Noir's face as she continued. "And she would talk about how even though she always shut you down or rejected you, your flirting did flatter her to an extent. Not that she'd ever tell you that in fear of boosting your ego too much."

Cat Noir couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him as more tears rolled down his cheeks, and Marinette gave him a watery smile as tears of her own pricked her eyes.

"But most of all?" She started. "She talked about how much she loved you."

Cat Noir's eyes widened and he stared at her in disbelief. Had he heard her right? Did she honestly say what he thought she said?

"She did love you, Cat Noir." She told him. "She never told you because she felt like she was somehow betraying some guy she had a stupid crush on for so many years who never even noticed her. In fact, there actually were some instances where she came so close to telling you, but she would chicken out last minute. She also talked about how much of an amazing partner you are, and how she couldn't imagine having anybody else by her side fighting akumas every day except for you. You were...the best partner she could ever ask for."

A single tear slid from Marinette's eye and she watched him absorb her words. Letting them fully sink in. His heart ached, and he let out a strangled sob before pulling Marinette into his arms. It took her a moment to get over her shock before she wrapped her arms around him in return and they clung to each other tightly as they both cried. They didn't know how long they stood their holding each other, but neither of them cared. They both brought each other a sense of comfort that neither of them had felt in so long. Marinette pressed her face into the crook of his neck as she relished in the feeling of having her kitty so close to her again. Words couldn't describe how much she missed him.

"I loved her so much, Marinette." He sobbed into her shoulder, and she nodded against him.

"I know you did." She told him. "It was...kind of obvious."

That got him to laugh for a moment, and she couldn't help but smile. They pulled apart and wiped their eyes, Marinette quickly covered her scar with her hand again and thankfully Cat Noir didn't seem to notice the sudden movement. He smiled at her.

"Thank you." He said. "For listening and...for telling me all of that."

She smiled sadly at him. "You looked like you needed to hear it." He nodded.

"Yeah, I did." He told her. "I miss her...so much."

"I'm sure wherever she is," Marinette said as they both looked to the sky. "She misses you, too."

I'm right here, Chaton! I'm right in front of you! Please, see me!

Cat Noir smiled as the pair looked at the moon and the stars that hung oh so delicately in the night sky, and Marinette thought back to a similar moment the two shared all those years ago before Glaciator had been akumatized.

"She always talked about how much she loved stars and constellations." He said, softly. His eyes seemingly looking everywhere and nowhere at the same time. "Her favorite was always-"

"The Archer." They said simultaneously, and they glanced at each other for a moment before looking back to the sky. Marinette's eyes flitted across the field of twinkling stars in the sky above her, and when she found what she was looking for, she pointed it out to him.

"Look." She said. "There it is."

"There what is?" He asked, following where her finger was pointing. At first he didn't see it, but then he connected all of the dots like Ladybug had taught him to do and the constellation seemed to materialize before him.

"The Archer." He said, smiling softly.

"The Archer is my favorite constellation, too." Marinette told him. "It used to be the Big Dipper, but Ladybug told me that was too basic and that I needed to convert." A low chuckled vibrated in the leather clad heroes chest and he shook his head as a smile dance on his lips.

"Yeah, that sounds like something she'd say." He said. "When I told her I didn't have a favorite constellation, she went off on me and told me everything I needed to know about the Archer and why it was so cool and why it was her favorite...she made sure to give me all the information I needed about it, and then she asked me again."

"Let me guess?" Marinette asked. "You told her it was the Archer?"

"That's what I told her, yes." He said. "But even after that, I still didn't really have a favorite, but it was what she wanted to hear so I said it. And then...after everything happened, it really did become my favorite constellation because it reminds me of her. Sometimes I even find myself...talking to it like its her. I know that must seem stupid."

Marinette shook her head. "It's not stupid." She assured him. "It makes you feel close with her again, I can understand that."

Cat Noir only nodded as they looked back to the Archer constellation, both feeling reminiscent as so many memories flooded their minds. Cat Noir looked over at the bluenette beside him who seemed to be lost in thought, and his eyes shot down to her chest when they caught sight of a big scar just above where her heart was. His eyes widened, and he almost fell over.

"Oh my god, Marinette, what happened?" He asked her, she turned to look at him in confusion only to follow his line of sight to the scar on her chest. She squeaked in panic, having forgotten she had uncovered it to point to the constellation. She quickly covered it again and tried to brush it off.

"It-it-it-it's nothing!" She stammered, and he shook his head.

"That doesn't look like nothing." He told her. "That's a big scar! What happened?"

"N-n-nothing!" She told him. "Nothing happened! It's just uh...you know...one of those scars you wake up with and...don't really know how it got there...?"

He gave her a look that told her he definitely did not believe a single word that just came out of her mouth. So, in panic and fear of being pestered about how she acquired the scar, she started slowly taking steps back towards her skylight.

"Uh, y-you know what?" She stammered, laughing nervously. "I-I almost forgot. I-I-I'm meeting with my friend A-Alya for breakfast in the morning so...I-I should pro-probably go to bed. Goodnight, Cat Noir!"

With that, she quickly jumped through her skylight and into her bedroom, closing the door of the skylight behind her. Cat Noir stood there dumbfounded, and he stood there for a few minutes staring at the skylight where Marinette had just went through with only one question in his head.

How the hell did she get that scar?

A/N: Alright, so after rewriting the first chapter and fixing the errors as well as adding some things, I reached over 4,000 words! Alright, now that this has been fixed, I'm going to start working on chapter two which should be up either tomorrow or the day after depending on when I finish writing it.

Review maybe?