Hi everyone!

I have previously stated that I have no self control when it comes to this fandom and that could not be more true than it is now.

Considering I just posted a story for Miraculous Ladybug yesterday, you think I'd slow down. Or even stop.

Apparently not.

I absolutely love time travel stories, no matter what fandom I read them in, and I've always wanted to write one. This idea popped into my head as I was writing my previous ML story and well ... as I said, no self control.

This is going to be my first attempt at a multi-chapter ML fic and I don't know when I'll update it because I'm really supposed to be working on 'The Path to Albion'. That said, it will be updated. I don't like giving up on fics.

Also, shout out to the user 'Shinobi of Life', whose review on 'Say What?' gave me an idea that really spurned on a major plot point for this fic and gave me the push to start writing it in the first place.

I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Miraculous Ladybug.

Lost In The Time Stream

Prologue

At twenty-six years of age, Adrien Agreste could safely say he had a good life.

Sure, there were some parts of it that were less than ideal: his missing mother and absent father would be two major points on the 'negative' side of his life. But for the most part, he could say he had a good life. He came from money so that had never been a problem, and once he had finally gone to a real school, he'd made some amazing friends.

Did he also mention the part where he was Chat Noir and got to save Paris with the love of his life every day?

The love of his life who he had finally found out was one of his amazing classmates when they were seventeen years old.

The love of his life that he'd been dating ever since then.

The love of his life who was now his wife of three years.

The love of his life who had given birth their beautiful daughter, Emma, a year ago.

The love of his life who was known as Marinette Agreste but was also the superheroine Ladybug.

The love of his life who had just tackled him out of the way of an enraged akumtatised villain.

"Urgh," he groaned, as he and his wife picked themselves off of the ground.

Still dealing with the Papillon eleven years after being given their miraculous is something that could firmly be listed on the 'negative' side of his life.

The current akumatised person they were facing now clearly had time-related attacks. He had pale blue skin, which clashed horribly with his bright yellow jumpsuit. The suit itself was covered in pictures of numerous clocks, making it glaringly obvious what kind of powers the man possessed.

It was almost as obvious as the gigantic watch that was on the man's wrist.

Any guesses for where the akuma was?

"I am Father Time!" The man shouted. "And you will give me your miraculouses!"

"A time related villain," Chat said conversationally to his partner as they darted out of the way of blue energy beams. "I feel like we've done this before. Have we done this before?"

"We've done this before," Ladybug replied. "And if I recall, you nearly got erased from existence at that point and if you do that again, I swear to god, I will divorce you."

"So mean, my Lady," Chat laughed.

"I mean it, Chaton."

"I know you do," Chat replied, as he watched his Lady begin to swing her yoyo.

Before she could do anything, Father Time raised a hand towards her. "You've toyed with me long enough, Ladybug. Enjoy being lost in the most unstoppable force in the universe: time."

That doesn't sound good, Chat thought, before bounding forward to protect his wife.

"TIME STREAM!" Father Time bellowed, shooting a ray of energy at Ladybug.

"NO!" Chat shouted, running forwards.

Ladybug just frowned in concentration, spinning her yoyo, reading it to either bat the beam of energy away from her or swing herself to safety.

Chat's protective instincts kicked in and he pushed her out of the way, taking the hit in her stead. He crashed to the ground, feeling a sting on his side where he'd been hit.

"CHAT!" Ladybug cried in alarm.

I'm fine, my Lady, Chat tried to say, except no words would come out. But he wasn't fine, not really. He felt sluggish and in pain. Everything started to go dark and his eyes wouldn't stay open.

"CHAT NO!" Ladybug shouted.

I'm sorry, Marinette, Chat thought.

Then everything went black.

At fifteen years of age, Adrien Agreste could safely say he'd had a good life.

Sure, he didn't know what happened to his mother, his father was never around and he constantly smelt like cheese because of Plagg. Those were definite downsides. But for the most part, he had a good life. He was finally going to school, he had friends and he was Chat Noir.

It was that last little point of being one of Paris's resident superheroes that got Adrien in more bizarre and sticky situations than he could count. He thought he'd seen everything. Egyptian gods, knights, video game fights, even an octopus monster at one point (don't ask). But apparently the powers of the miraculous could still surprise him.

Or perhaps more correctly, the annoying powers of the kwami that came with his miraculous could still surprise him. Why else would Plagg be making baby noises of all things, if not to wake him up and annoy him?

(Actually, Plagg being annoying shouldn't surprise him at all. Plagg loved being annoying).

Adrien woke up slowly, trying to blink the sleep from his eyes and work out why his kwami thought baby noises was a good idea when Adrien was tired out of his brain and just wanted to sleep.

"Plagg, shut uuuuup," he groaned.

"That's not your kwami, that's your daughter, Adrien," said a new voice. "But I'm glad to see you're okay."

Adrien was fully awake in an instant, sitting up and scrambling to see a woman sitting on his bed. She had dark hair and blue eyes and in her lap was a little girl. A toddler with golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

The woman was beautiful, there was no doubt about that, except she looked like –

"… Marinette?"

She smiled, "I'm glad to see you're okay, Chaton. You scared me."

It was Marinette, but she looked older than the Marinette he knew. At least ten years older.

His eyes scanned the room as his sleep-clouded brain tried to process what was going on. However, that act just confused him more. This – this wasn't his bedroom.

This was nothing like the gigantic bedroom he had in his home. The one that was far too big for him and filled with stuff that Adrien barely used. This room was much smaller, and cosy. Filled with a large bed, chest of draws, a built in wardrobe with mirror and lead off into what he presumed was an ensuite bathroom. There was also an open door that lead out to what Adrien could make out was a lounge room.

"Adrien?" Marinette said, sounding concerned. "Are you alright?"

"Wh-what is going on?" Adrien managed to squeak out. "Where am I? Am I dreaming?"

Marinette looked worried. She turned towards the open door of the bedroom. "Tikki! Plagg!" She called out.

Plagg immediately flew into the room, following by a little red creature that could only be another kwami.

A kwami. A ladybug looking kwami.

Adrien turned to Marinette. She was still holding the little girl, but she was staring at him with an increasing amount of worry in her eyes.

Her incredibly familiar eyes.

She had called him Chaton.

Only Ladybug called him Chaton.

"M-Marinette," Adrien croaked out. "Y-you're Ladybug?"

Her worried frown just increased.

And had she called that little girl in her lap his –

"Of course she's Ladybug, kid," Plagg said, flying up into Adrien face and distracting him from his previous thought. "You've known that for years!"

"N-no I haven't!" Adrien stammered and tried not to be totally floored by that information. "We don't know each other's identities!"

"Adrien," Marinette said, her voice sounding worried and tightly controlled. "Do you know who I am?"

"You're Marinette, right? You look like Marinette, but why are you old? I don't – I don't understand what's going on-"

"Do you know who this is?" Marinette interrupted and pointed to the little red creature that was floating by her shoulder.

"Is that your kwami? She has to be."

Marinette nodded. "That's Tikki," she said and the little creature gave him a wave, but she looked just as worried as Marinette did.

"I'm sorry," Adrien said. "I don't know what's going-"

"Adrien, how old do you think you are?" The little kwami called Tikki asked.

"I'm fifteen," he answered. "Why – I mean – I'm sorry, I don't-"

"And do you," Marinette interrupted him again; she was losing control of her tone now and Adrien was alarmed to hear that Marinette sounded incredibly upset. She cringed, shook her head, took a deep breath and continued speaking, gesturing to the girl in her lap. "So you don't know who this is?"

Adrien studied the little girl. She was exceedingly adorable. She had blonde hair, like his, and beautiful little blues eyes. She had been chattering nonsense to herself throughout the whole conversation he'd had with Marinette since waking, with a few recognisable words thrown in here and there. She seemed like a lovely little girl, but no, Adrien had never seen her before.

"No," he answered Marinette and saw a flash of pain in her eyes. "Should I know her?"

Marinette, his Lady (Adrien was still trying to wrap his head around that) hugged the little girl to her. "Her name is Emma," she said. "You call her your Little Lady. She's-"

But apparently the Little Lady decided to introduce herself, because she wriggled out of Marinette's grasp and held her arms up for Adrien to pick her up.

"Papa!" The little girl announced in a bright, happy voice.

Adrien wasn't particularly proud of what happened next.

He fainted.

At twenty six years of age, Adrien Agreste was not happy to wake up in his fifteen year old body.

If you had mentioned time travel to him the day before, he would have said "Been there, done that," and probably would have started humming the Doctor Who theme song. But now?

Now he just let out a string of curse words that would have caused his Father, Nathalie and most people who knew the mild-mannered Adrien Agreste to have a heart attack.

"Whoa, kid," Plagg said, floating up to look Adrien in the eye. "What's the matter?"

It took Adrien a long while to respond.

"I think, Plagg," he said eventually. "That I am in a lot of trouble."

Authors Note:

So, what did you think?

I don't even know why I like time travel fics. I just do. (I'm particularly partial to a good Naruto time travel fic, but that's just because I am Naruto/anime trash). But there's so few time travel ones in the ML fandom, so I thought I'd give writing my own a crack.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this little prologue. Chapter one will be coming ... eventually. But considering my recent track record, it will probably be sooner than I intended.

Please let me know what you thought in the the reviews!

Much love,

Leisey.