AN: Just wanted to say thanks for the positive reviews, sorry it took forever, and I hope you enjoy

Marinette sat on her bed staring out the window a blank expression on her face.

"What's wrong Marinette?" Tikki asked

"It's Chat, I'm still worried about him, what if he didn't get back home? What if he's passed out somewhere on a roof and now he's going to die of either whatever sickness he's got or hypothermia, or-"

"Marinette," Tikki interrupted, "you trust Chat Noir don't you?"

"Of course I trust him, but I'm just worried"

"I'm sure he's fine, besides it's late and you need some sleep" Tikki chided.

"You're right Tikki" Marinette sighed.

She knew Chat was fully capable of taking care of himself, but something about seeing him sick made her stomach turn in knots. She didn't like it and she hoped her partner was alright.

~Nathalie~

Nathalie Sancoeur considered herself to be a reasonable woman. But she would not put up with things like tardiness, laziness, or excuses. She also knew that she had never seen Adrien be or use any of those things. So after five minutes of waiting for him to come down the stairs, she came to his room. Stopping and knocking on the door, no answer. She poked her head in to find him curled in a ball, covered in sweat, and shaking. She walked over to him to check his temperature. He barely opened his eyes when she put her hand on his forehead, he was burning up. She left the room, grabbed a towel, and got it wet making sure to wring it out so it wasn't dripping too much. When she placed the towel on his forehead Adrien opened his eyes a little more. His eyes actually focusing on her this time. He looked panicked and tried to sit up only to be firmly pushed back down by Natalie. He stared up at her surprised and confused by her action.

"Nathalie, I have to get up," he said, voice low and hoarse.

"No. You will be staying in bed until your temperature goes down and you feel better." She stated.

"But-" he started

"Adrien, go back to sleep" she cut him off.

"I'm fine. I can prove it" he muttered slowly sitting up.

Nathalie sent him a questioning stare but didn't stop him this time as he sat up. He sat at the edge of the bed and stood up, or tried to anyway. As soon as he tried to fully stand up his knees bucked and Natalie catching him was the only thing that kept him from hitting the ground. She gave him a stern look as she tucked him back into bed properly. He avoided her gaze as she did.

"Go back to bed Adrien," she ordered.

"But my father" he protested

"I'll handle it," she assured him.

"...Okay" he mumbled before closing his eyes again.

Nathalie walked back into Gabriel's office.

"Sir, Adrien is sick and won't be able to do the photoshoot or Chinese lesson" She informed him

"Nathalie Adrien is my son, and I will not be told how to raise him by-" Gabriel started

"With all due respect, Gabriel, Adrien is burning up and lacks the ability to stand up on his own. He's staying in bed." Nathalie said

Gabriel scowled but nodded."Make sure he gets better"

She nodded and left. Now that that was taken care of Natalie had some calls to make and medicine to buy.

~Adrien~

There were two things Adrien knew about Nathalie. One, she's the most organized and composed person to walk the planet. Two, dying is the only thing she considers an acceptable reason not to show up for something. So when he was told to lay back down and go back to sleep he was both confused and a lot more worried about his health. The towel felt amazing, a little cold, but good. His mind was all over the place and not making much sense. He should warn Nino about not going to school on Monday. He began imagining what would happen Monday morning Nino would be moping like he always did when he wasn't there. Or was that him when Nino was gone? Alya would be concerned but not too worried. Then there was Marinette, she would worry, he didn't want her to worry. She didn't look as pretty when she worried too much. Those pretty blue eyes made his stomach twist when they were filled with worry guilt, or doubt; especially if it was because of him. Her eyes were so pretty, they should always be filled with happiness, like his lady. He loved to see her smile, especially when it reached her eyes. They were such a pretty blue. She was pretty. He loved her. He loved his lady very much. She was so pretty, sweet, pretty, kind, pretty, selfless, pretty, confident, pretty, smart, and really really pretty.

Nathalie chose then to walk back in, giving him medicine for the fever. After the medicine started to help with the fever he started to think about how he had just switched from Marinette to Ladybug mid-ramble. Sure his lady and his princess looked similar, they had the same eyes, hair color, they both wore pigtails too. The only big difference he could come up with was their confidence or lack thereof in Marinette's case. The had physical differences as well, he was sure. He just couldn't think of any at the moment because he was sick and sleepy. Yeah, he was still loopy on cough syrup or whatever Natalie had given him for his fever and throat. Sure they looked similar, but that didn't mean they were the same person. People connected completely unrelated topics, things, or people all the time when they rambled sick or not. His brain was just playing tricks on him. He just needed more sleep, this would all sound crazy when he could think straight. He closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep. Hoping some more rest would help him find his rationality.

~Gabriel~

Gabriel Agreste, for all of his shortcomings as a father, did care about Adrien. He did everything he could to protect him. So when Natalie left his office after informing him that Adrien had gotten sick, Gabriel began to panic. How is this possible? He has a check-up at least once a month! Surely if this was something serious the doctors would have caught it before this, he reasoned. Maybe it's just something minor, but he wouldn't lack the ability to stand from some minor illness. He took a few deep breaths to calm his nerves. He probably caught something going around his school Gabriel reasoned. This was one of the many things Gabriel had been trying to protect Adrien from by keeping him homeschooled. The world was dangerous, even without the miraculous' as a factor in that equation.

Gabriel sighed before asking Nathalie to get Adrien's personal doctor to come to the house. As he attempted to calm his worried mind and focus on his work he felt his miraculous alert him his akuma victim was ready for him.

~Marinette~

Marinette was worried. Chat Noir didn't look good when she left him last night. She hoped that he got home okay. She should have noticed sooner, he seemed slower and out of it yesterday, but she had just blamed that on the fact that it was late and raining. She shouldn't have left him alone last night. There was this feeling of guilt that wouldn't leave her alone. She tried to take her mind off of it and work on her designs. It wasn't going very well all she could manage to do was doodle little black cats in the corners of her sketchbook. This only made her think of her partner and increased the guilt she felt. Tikki had been trying to cheer her up and continued assuring her that Chat was probably fine, just stuck in bed getting better. A few minutes into Marinette's spiral of guilt a loud boom sounded outside. She checked the news to see that there was in fact another akuma by the trocadéro. She transformed and started off, silently hoping that this wouldn't be too difficult since Chat was out of commission.

~Adrien~

When Adrien woke up it was dark outside, but he could just barely see the last glimpses of the sunset. But he still had a problem; napping didn't help. His mind kept mixing the two together in his dreams. One moment Ladybug was confessing her love for him and the next he was kissing Marinette. But this was crazy. These girls were two separate people. They weren't nearly as similar as his mind was making them out to be.

Right?

Yeah, Marinette and Ladybug had nothing in common. Well sure they did have a few things in common, but they had way more differences. He was sure that they were completely separate girls. How could shy Marinette possibly be confident and witty Ladybug? It was impossible.

"Plagg?"

"What?"

"Do you think Marinette and Ladybug have anything in common?"

There was a long pause before Plagg answered.

"Why do you ask?"

"I don't know...they just seem so different but at the same time I can't help but feel that they're similar."

"It's been my experience that gut instinct isn't wrong very often"

"Well then, what should I do? It's not like I can go up to Marinette and just ask, 'hey, are you M'Lady? The girl of my dreams, the love of my life?'"

"That's up to you, I'm not good at this"

Adrien sighed, realizing Plagg wouldn't be much more help.

"Maybe I should just call Nino then. He should know I'm not coming Monday."

He picked up his phone and started scrolling through his contacts. Alya, Chloe...Marinette...Nino. Click.

"Come on, pick up..." Adrien muttered.

Nino sure was taking his time to answer, Adrien knew he stayed up late ether gaming or making new music. As he finally heard the phone being answered he froze as he heard a very female and very much not Nino voice answer.

"...Hello?"

~Marinette~

Marinette did not like the fact that she had left Chat to get home by himself. The guilt was still eating away at her. The feeling of a lump growing in the bottom of her stomach wasn't the greatest ether. And what was she supposed to do while he was sick? Akumas were more or less a daily occurrence and with her feline partner out of commission that meant that she would have to face whatever Hawkmoth threw at her without his help. Just going without him during the attacks today had been bad enough. The akuma wasn't stronger than any of the others she had faced, it was just hard when she was used to having her flirt of a partner there when she needed him. Patrol was going to be lonely without him there. It wouldn't be as entertaining without all the banter and ridiculous puns to roll her eyes at. She was pulled from these thoughts by her phone ringing. Odd, she thought. It was really late for anyone she knew to be calling but she decided to look at the contact name anyways.

Incoming Call: Adrien Agreste

"Tikki!" She practically shrieked, cupping her hand over her mouth in fear of waking her parents.

"What is it Marinette?" She asked with a yawn.

"Adrien is calling! He's calling me! Should I pick up? What would I say?!"

"Just answer the phone Marinette. I'm sure that he wants to talk about something if he's calling you this late. So don't worry about conversation starters, just be yourself."

"But myself tends to turn into a hopeless, stuttering, mess when I talk to him."

"Relax Marinette, you've gotten a lot better about talking to him face to face, so why should over the phone be any different?"

"Ugh, you're right Tikki," She sighed.

She took a deep breath before pressing the answer button. "...Hello?"

AN: ...I'm sorry I'm evil. Cliffhangers are a thing of mine. Chapter 3 on its way. I'm using both my personal experience and my friends' experience with delusions brought on by high temperatures for Adrien's thought process.