A/N: Okay! I am Paula the Llama—at least that's the name my sister gave me, and I might get to write a chapter of Fireheart, so I won't argue.

And now, here is Rise of Papillon, even though that shit won't happen for a couple chapters. And yes, I curse just as much as my sister, I ruined my innocence when I asked her to give me the birds and the bees talk, and she let loose on anything and everything.

Chapter 1

"I'm gonna squash you like the nasty bug you are!" Style Queen shouted, pushing Ladybug in the back and she fell over, "Hahaha! You're no match for Style Queen, my poor Ladybug. Soon, you'll be nothing but a bad memory, like shoulderpads!"

Plagg appeared out of nowhere, "Stay away from the Ladybug!"

"Plagg!" Ladybug shouted

"Agh, my, my. What do we have here? A talking rat?" Style Queen looked thoroughly unimpressed.

"Meow. Style faux pas. Cataclysm!" Plagg slammed his tiny hand on the floor, causing a massive explosion. The forcefield around Adrien shatters, the Eiffel Tower, along with its foundation crumble, the nearest bridge also cracks; an entire skyscraper went down; the tip of the Eiffel Tower fell off; a piece of debris fells on Style Queen. "You better hurry and fix everything.

Ladybug smashed the cracked forcefield, "Now I get why Master Fu didn't want to let you out."

Style Queen materialized again, "No!" Ladybug broke the rose and the akuma fluttered out.

"No more evil-doing for you, little akuma. Time to de-evilize!" She caught the Akuma, "Gotcha!" She opened her yo-yo and a cured white butterfly flew out, "Bye, bye, little butterfly. Miraculous Ladybug!"

The Miraculous Cure fixed the cracks in the bridge; caught the tip of the Eiffel Tower before it could fully fall; cured Alya from being a statue; cured Chloé from being a statue; and cured Adrien—who also got his lower half that had crumbled back.

"Adrikins!" Chloe ran over and hugged Adrien, who was still on the ground, looking down at his legs, "I was so scared!"

…

Adrien woke up and found himself on the ground. Then he saw Ladybug, and Chloe hugging him. Damnit, I was useless again. He mentally groaned. He moved to get up but realized he couldn't move his legs; scratch that, he couldn't feel his legs.

"Chloe…" He looked up at her, "Can you feel your body. Are you…numb?" He didn't know how to describe the feeling as though he was defying gravity due to not feeling anything from the hips down, but numb seemed like the best word to put on it.

"No, why?" Chloe asked, looking confused and worried.

"I can't feel my legs."

Chloe's eyes widened, and she ran over to Ladybug,

…

"I hope Cat Noir finds his Miraculous." Ladybug said to Plagg.

"Don't worry. I'll be on him like mold on cheese." The kwami flew off as Chloe ran over,

"Ladybug! Something's wrong with Adrien!"

It was the use of Adrien's real name instead of that annoying nickname that made Ladybug realize something had to be really wrong with Adrien. Because really, had she ever used his real name before? Ladybug couldn't recall one. She ran to Adrien's side, bending down beside him.

"Adrien, are you in pain? Where does it hurt? Can you move? How many fingers am I holding up?!" She was frantic, holding up three fingers. Adrien looked fine, if not a bit frightened.

"I-I'm not in pain, but I can't feel or move my legs."

Ladybug grabbed his left foot and wiggled it, "Anything?" Adrien shook his head, visibly scared now. Now Ladybug was officially insane with worry. She swept him into her arms, bridal style, flying off the Eiffel Tower, to the nearest hospital.

"Hang on, Adrien."

OoOoO

After an hour-long check-up, involving X-Rays and attempted lower body motion, Dr. Winston, Adrien's doctor, came back with a file. You know that face the flight attendant makes when something's not right, but they can't tell you what? That's the face Adrien's doctor had when he walked through that door.

"Adrien…"

Adrien pressed a button to recline the bed into a more seated position, "What's wrong with me?"

Dr. Winston bit his lip, looking to where Ladybug was waiting in nervous anticipation, "Adrien…we don't know the cause, but assume it had something to do with the latest akuma, but…you seem to have Paraplegia."

"Paraplegia?" Ladybug asked curiously.

Dr. Winston gestured with a nod for her to sit, so she did. He took a breath, knowing what he was about to say would effectively traumatize poor Adrien.

"Paraplegia, sometimes called partial paralysis, is a form of paralysis in which function is substantially impeded from the waist down. Most people with paraplegia have perfectly healthy legs. Instead, the problem resides in either the brain or the spinal cord, which cannot send or receive signals to the lower body due to an injury or disease. The other doctors and myself guess it had something to do with the crumbling statue incident an hour ago." He decided to look down at a file. Why, cruel gods, did it have to be his job to tell this kid what had happened? Why couldn't it be some phycologist?

"Some of the most common effects of paraplegia include loss of sensation below the site of the injury. Higher injuries will typically produce greater loss of sensation; phantom sensations in the body, unexplained pain, electrical sensations, or other intermittent feelings in the lower half of the body; a decrease in or loss of sexual function, libido, or fertility; difficult with bladder and bowel function; loss of mobility below the waist; changes in mood; depression is common among people with a new paraplegia diagnosis; and chronic pain." He looked up at the horrified teens, and decided to end on a slightly higher note,

"Know, however, that even the best doctors cannot be certain about the verdict, and you should not allow this to undermine your motivation to keep working toward recovery."

But Adrien didn't hear that last sentence. All he heard was paralyzed. He stared at his doctor, horrified, broken, tears falling down his face. If he was paralyzed, then…he couldn't be Cat Noir anymore...no more running across the rooftops of Paris...no more freedom...

No more Ladybug.

That was what he couldn't bear. Ladybug had kept him sane. Without her...he wasn't fully sure Cat Noir would have had a sound mental stability.

He was caught up in these thoughts, he didn't notice Dr. Winston give him a wheelchair; he didn't notice Ladybug carry him home; and he didn't notice her put him to bed, kissing his forehead.

OoOoO

Gabriel was working in his atelier, beyond frustrated that Style Queen, his masterpiece, had failed. How?! If it hadn't been for the Cat kwami—! The better question was, why the hell had it only been the kwami? Was Cat Noir sick or something, but Ladybug still needed help? He had already deducted Adrien from the list of suspects—even though, admittedly, Adrien had been the only one on that list—so it had to be a coincidence. He had seen Adrien and Cat Noir together, side by side. But at least Adrien was safe now, that was a relief.

Suddenly, he got a call from Natalie, "Yes, Natalie? I assume the fashion show's back on track."

Natalie shook her head, and…were those tears in her eyes?! "S-Sir…the show's been cancelled. Apparently your akuma did more damage than you thought. Look at the news."

Gabriel flipped to the news, to Nadja Chamack talking, only for him to feel his heart stop beating as time froze, his already broken world crashing down around him as one sentence repeated in his head.

"During the last akuma attack, it has been revealed that model Adrien Agreste has been paralyzed from the hips down, no longer able to walk. He was last seen when Ladybug assumingly took him home from the hospital."

Last akuma. Paralyzed. Can't walk. Hospital. Your fault.

His brain was repeating these words in his head. Adrien's young life had just hit a massive boulder, this would change his present and future forever. He might as well have physically been the one to paralyze his own son.

That was when he realized he had auto-piloted to Adrien's door. He knocked, "Adrien? Can I come in?" Normally he'd go in uninvited, but he just couldn't bring himself to care about anything other than the crushing guilt, and fear for his only child. There was no response.

He knocked again, "I know you're home, Adrien, I heard Ladybug bring you in." He had heard them, but had brushed it off as his imagination or a particularly idiotic pigeon. "Adrien? You're scaring me now. I'm coming in." He opened the door and saw Adrien in bed, but he wasn't asleep, his pale green eyes were staring sightlessly at the ceiling.

He must be in shock, or some sort of stupor. Gabriel realized, pulling over a desk chair. He took Adrien's right hand in his own, squeezing it in an attempt to rouse him. Adrien didn't even stir.

It was too painful for Gabriel to bear. He had been so desperate to get Emilie back, he hadn't thought about Adrien's health until something went horribly wrong, and expected Ladybug's Miraculous Cure to fix everything, or Gabriel himself would if he got Ladybug and Cat Noir's Miraculous. He just wanted his family to go back to normal. He wasn't a monster.

Well, apparently, he was. His son's broken future was proof of that.

He decided to start imagining any way he could be supportive for Adrien with his newfound disability. Well, fencing would have to go. Chinese was fine and so was piano, but modeling? Could Adrien still model? A wheelchair wouldn't work... yeah no, modeling was out of the picture for a while, until they figured something out.

Looking from the window, back to Adrien, he found a single tear falling from his son's eye. He brushed it away, gently closing Adrien's eyes. Now was he looked like he was merely sleeping.

His dwindling resolve just crumpled then, sitting on the bed and cradling Adrien to his chest, keeping track of the boy's breathing to make sure he was alive.

"I'm sorry, Adrien. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have risked your life, I should have saved you." He cried, "Please forgive me, everything will be okay. In time." What would Emilie do? She had always known what to do. Well, this would have never happened if she hadn't been lost in the first place.

Who was he kidding? NO amount of apologizing would make this right. Emilie would probably leave him if she found out what he had done to their son. So, he would do everything he could to help, or at least keep Adrien happy.

He stayed with Adrien all of that night.

OoOoO

Adrien wasn't aware of much anything. He vaguely heard voices, and vaguely noted the cold, but the horror of the realization he was utterly useless now shattered any will to go on.

The only thing that brought him from his state was Plagg purring in his hair.

Adrien blinked a couple times, registering that he was safe, in his room. Maybe it had all been a bad dream…

"Hey kitten. How're you feeling. You've been in a catatonic stupor for two days. The doctor said you were really traumatized."

Nope. Guess not. Adrien slowly sat up, "I'm fine." No… he was wondering why he existed.

"Kid, you can talk to me." Plagg sounded genuinely worried, and that made Adrien feel guilty for being so useless as to make the kwami who cared only about cheese worry. He looked away, "No. I can't."

"Please, Adrien, you're safe, everything will be alright—"

"Stop saying that! It won't be!" Adrien shouted, "I can't be Cat Noir! Go find a new owner! I'm useless!" He broke down, sobbing once more.

Plagg sat in Adrien's lap, "I won't leave you. Even if you can't fight, but I think the suit may help you walk, I hope. I'll be here for you, no matter what. You're my kitten, Adrien, and I've lost so many, I refuse to lose you."

Adrien hugged his kwami, "Thank you, Plagg. You're a good friend."

He laid back down, staring at his ceiling. Hawk Moth was still a big problem, and he couldn't fight, but he still had Plagg. And maybe Hawk Moth would give up if Cat Noir stopped showing for the fights. Or maybe he'd start massacring…he hoped for the former.

Adrien pondered his future for about an hour before remembering his father was unaware he was awake. He got up to go get him, somehow briefly forgetting about being paralyzed—he used his arms to hop of the bed, only to fall flat on his face. Plagg just stared at him, "Already?"

"Shut up Plagg."

That was when Gabriel sprinted in, "Adrien!" He sat Adrien up and picked him up, putting him back in bed, "You're awake!"

"I wasn't technically asleep."

"Yet nothing could rouse you."

Adrien nodded, his father had a fair point, "Yeah..." He sighed "I assume I'm not allowed to go to school anymore." He just grimaced, knowing deep down there was no hope of ever going back to school, but he decided to get that out of the way instead of discovering it later.

Gabriel shrugged, "If you use your wheelchair and get help going up and down stairs, I don't see a problem. But Dr. Winston told me to wait until your body fully processes…you know…so, two weeks?"

Adrien gaped at his father. Never had he expected that. Two weeks was nothing! It was almost too good to be true.

"Why are you so agreeable? You're never this agreeable. I thought you'd lock me up forever."

Adrien saw his father freeze for a moment and wondered why, until Gabriel answered,

"Don't get me wrong, you will be calling me every hour, so I can make sure you don't need anything. I worry, but I won't prevent you from living your life, especially with your injury." Adrien smiled gratefully,

"Thank you."

Gabriel hugged him, "Anytime."

Maybe everything would be okay, it would just take time.

A/N: So…first chapter's done. If you came here for Carly, in the event I want some fluffy stuff, I would ask her to write that and don't want shit to bounce around writing styles. She's the funny and fluffy sister, not counting The Fourth Apprentice, which was a step out of her comfort zone to not do crack.

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