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I was going to post this Saturday..

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I didn’t want anyone to think I was playing a prank so I decided to wait until today. Hope you enjoy chapter 22 of Worthy Opponent.

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Worthy Opponent Chapter 22

Ladybug surveyed the Liberty before coming aboard. Ankara was off; Luka had told her once on Wednesdays his mother volunteered at a women’s shelter to teach self-defense. Luka was practicing, the notes from his guitar wafted up from his cabin below deck and flitted through her ears. She took a few minutes to take in his beautiful music before knocking politely on the porthole outside his cabin.

The strumming abruptly stopped and Luka stuck his head out of the porthole. He looked surprised to see her but not unpleasantly so. “Hey, Ladybug.” He opened the porthole. “Would you care to come in?”

She looked at the porthole doubtfully. “I’d probably get stuck.”

“Right. I’ll come up and let you in.” He smiled at her and she’d be a liar if she said her heart didn’t flutter, at least a little.

Luka opened the door leading below decks and motioned for her to come downstairs. She followed him and closed the door behind her.

He led the way down the stairs and to his newly private bedroom. Anarka had emptied out a storeroom to give her children the privacy they craved. It also meant they no longer walked in on each other changing or, in Luka’s case, seeing his sister make out with her girlfriend.

He pointed at his bed and did a “please sit” gesture before sitting in the chair across from the bed. She sat down with a grateful smile and he folded his hands in his lap as he waited for his guest to get comfortable.

Once she was settled he said, “I’m assuming this is hero business and not a social call.” He leaned forward and gave her a gentle smile. “So, what can I do for you, Ladybug?”

He was always so perceptive and understanding. She lov-liked that about him and appreciated the fact he wasn’t throwing questions at him and allowed her to bring up the subject herself. It felt disloyal to think it but in some ways he was a better hero than Alya had been. She knew she was making the right choice.

She cleared her throat and started to explain. “Well, now that Hawk Moth knows the identities of the temporary holders, we can’t bring any of the old heroes back.”

He frowned a little. “Well, you told me that already. So, if you don’t mind my asking, why are you here?”

She sighed and fidgeted. She had a grandiose speech she had rehearsed in her head and with Tikki but of course when it came time to recite it to Luka, she’d forgotten it. She decided to wing it instead. He wouldn’t judge her.

Ladybug slid a finger over the top of her yo-yo. It opened and slid apart. Through the glow she pulled out a black choker with a red bead in the middle. Luka’s eyes widened as he watched her. “Well, just because you can’t be Viperion any more doesn’t mean you can’t be some other kind of hero.”

He smiled and looked excited and it was all she could do not to melt. He was so cute!

She straightened up and tried to look professional. “Luka Couffaine,” she held the Miraculous out to him. “This is the Miraculous of the Dragon, which grants the power of The Elements. You will use it for the greater good.”

He nodded and she gingerly placed the choker in his hand. A ball of light erupted from the necklace and circled his head twice before the light faded and a familiar dragon kwami appeared in front of him.

Luka smiled. As much as he loved being a musician and lately an actor, he’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t enjoy being a hero. Not just protecting his family and friends but Paris. That and there was just something about Ladybug that resonated with him. Had circumstances been different, he could have easily fallen for her and that would have made him disloyal to Marinette. Not to mention causing tension with the team and Chat Noir.

He ignored what might have been and looked at the little creature in front of him. “Hi,” he said to them, “I love the spikes.”

The being preened. “I can see you are a young man of exquisite taste,” they said. “I am Longg and I am to be your kwami. Together we shall do great deeds with style and aplomb.” They bowed and he bowed back.

“Once the mission is done,” she took a deep breath and steadied her nerves. “You will keep the Miraculous and guard it with your life. Can I trust you?”

Luka was about to put the choker around his neck and then paused. “Wait, what?”

Ladybug met and held his gaze. He couldn’t have looked away if he were on fire. “Just because Hawk Moth hasn’t been as active lately doesn’t mean he’s gone. We need allies but we won’t always have the time to hunt for someone worthy so it’s better to have one or two people standing by at all times.”

He didn’t say anything at first, just stared at the necklace in his hands. It was an overwhelming honor to be chosen as even a temporary hero but for Ladybug to trust him enough to make him a permanent hero was mind blowing.

Long floated in front of his face to catch his attention. “Ladybug did not make this decision lightly nor did she make it alone.” They smiled proudly. “I have been observing you in secret to see if you had what it takes to be my Wielder and you did.” They chuckled as they saw the surprise on the boy’s face. “Sass spoke quite fondly of you as well and said you were kind, trustworthy, brave and responsible. A perfect candidate.”

Luka looked sad when Longg mentioned his former kwami. “That was kind of him.” He looked over at the spotted hero. “Thank him for me, will you? And tell him I enjoyed working with him.”

She nodded and smiled. “I will,” she promised.

Longg took over the conversation. “You have three elements to choose from; wind, water, and lightning. Once all three are discharged your power will be at an end until you recharge my abilities.”

Both the kwami and the heroine smiled at the boy and he felt warmed by their faith in him. For a moment Marinette’s face flashed into his mind and he remembered how she looked at him when he finally perfected a new song and wanted her to be the first to hear it.

He finished putting on the choker and turned to Longg. “So, new partner, what do I do?”

The dragon kwami was very pleased to be addressed as an equal. “All you need to say is, ‘Longg, bring the storm.’ “

Luka stood up and spread his arms. “Longg, bring the storm!”

Longg became sucked into the Miraculous and in a flash of red light Luka was gone and a new hero stood in his place. He grinned and looked at his reflection in the mirror attached to his door.

“Wow!”

“Wow” was right. Gone was the spandex that had been Ryuuko’s trademark and instead he wore a motorcycle jacket with spiked shoulder pads and studded trim. He wore padded fingerless gloves on his hands and black with red trim motorcycle boots. His hair was black with red tips and styled into short spikes. He had horns that emerged from the top of his forehead and then curved backwards like a dragon illustration he’d seen in a book years ago.

He did a circle as Ladybug watched, loving the look of wonder on his face as he took in his new appearance. “Hey! Is the jacket removable?” Before she could answer he pulled it off and looked at himself again. “It is!” he exclaimed.

The heroine swallowed. Hard. The shirt was sleeveless and black, like thin kevlar. In the middle of the chest were the symbols for water, wind, and lightning, circling each other in a blood red ring. The pants match the jacket and the boots and flared a bit at the bottom. Clearly making all those deliveries had made his arms and legs toned and strong.

She shook her head and was glad he hadn’t noticed her staring and couldn’t hear her heart racing. Or her less than pure thoughts. “So, uh…” she paused and waited for him to tell her his new hero name.

“Wyvern,” he said. He put the jacket back on As Jagged would say, he looked very rock and roll. He wondered if he could get away with taking a picture to show Juleka when she got home. He looked over his shoulder at Ladybug. “Call me ‘Wyvern’ “.

She tilted her head and thought. “Wyvern. I like it.” She stood up and tried to regain a hold of herself and the situation. “So, Wyvern, are you up for a little training?” She grinned up at him. He was so damn cute. “Maybe get to know these new powers?”

“I’d love to,” he swept his hand towards the door. “After you, of course.”

*****

Chat Noir observed the Tsurugi compound from a safe distance. Clearly Mme. Tsurugi had the money and influence to have a traditional Japanese style home built in the middle of Paris. He was impressed, even though it reminded him of something his father would do if he suddenly found himself living in Tokyo.

The house was mostly dark and peaceful but he wasn’t stupid. He knew the Tsurugis had a complex security system with sentry drones and invisible lasers. However he had something equally important: Kagami’s phone number.

CNOIR: Can you sneak outside? It’s important. Lady_Sumo: Who are you? CNOIR: It’s Chat Noir. I’m here on official superhero business. Adrien gave me your number. Lady_Sumo: If that is so, what’s the password? CNOIR: Chihiro

There were a series of ellipses and he sighed. Chihiro was the main character of Kagami’s favorite movie as a child, “Spirited Away”. They’d had a long, engaged conversation about Miyasaki’s use of Japanese folklore in his movies. He was sure she remembered.

There was some movement and Chat watched as a sentry drone was deactivated and a slim figure in dark blue made their way over the fence and near the tree he was perched on. She almost had a sixth sense when it came to finding him. Maybe that was one reason they were such a good couple.

He knew just how to get her attention. “Ryuuko?” he whispered.

Her head shot up and even though it was dark and she didn’t have his night vision, she knew exactly where he was. That girl was incredible. Her eyes narrowed up at him, almost daring him to attack. When she was sure he wasn’t an enemy her shoulders relaxed a bit and she smiled. “Hello, Chat Noir.” She stood almost at attention and her serious expression returned. “You said something about official superhero business.” Her eyes looked sad. “I thought Ryuuko and the rest of your allies were retired due to Chloe exposing our identities to Hawk Moth.”

Chat Noir rubbed the back of his neck, a habit he’d carried over from his civilian identity. He stopped himself once he realized what he was doing. “Yeah. About that.”

He extended his baton and held out his hand. “Shall we continue this conversation a bit more privately?”

She looked skeptical and he felt a bit hurt; she didn’t instantly trust him. He tried to remember he wasn’t Adrien right now and although she thought of Chat Noir as a teammate, she probably liked and trusted Ladybug more. He couldn’t blame her; he also liked Ladybug more.

He held up his right hand. “I’m just here to talk to you about whether or not you’d be willing to be a hero again. You’re free to say no and I’ll leave, no hard feelings. I promise to be a complete gentlecat the whole time. If you don’t believe me or would be more comfortable with Ladybug,” he showed her his baton. “I’d be glad to call her right now and she can tell you herself.”

Kagami said nothing, she just stared up at him as if trying to read his mind. He tried to look earnest and credible but his girlfriend was incredibly hot when she was being strong and trying to determine an opponent’s weaknesses.

Finally she relented and took his hand. “I will trust you,” she gave him a rare smile and then glared. “But I’ll hold you to your promise of good behavior. Just remember,” she shook her finger in his face. “I own swords and I’m spoken for.”

He saluted her. “Yes, mademoiselle.”

*****

He took her to the roof of his old college, Francois Dupont. He didn’t always have good memories of this place but it was quiet and in a safe neighborhood so he didn’t have to worry about muggers while they talked. He didn’t want to have to visit his girlfriend in jail after she was convicted of manslaughter.

She took in her surroundings, her only emotional response was a brief tightening of her lips. She looked up at him. “You mentioned superhero business?” The skeptical look was back but it wasn’t hostile. “Hawk Moth knows our identities. I fail to see how I can possibly be Ryuuko again.”

“Oh, but that’s just it!” He couldn’t wait to tell her. Ladybug’s solution was so simple but brilliant he was surprised he hadn’t thought of it himself. Sure, he’d been busy over the summer but not nearly as busy as someone like Marinette. “Okay, so maybe you can’t be Ryuuko again,” he pulled the Snake Miraculous out of the zipper pocket in his suit. “But that doesn’t prevent you from being a new hero, right?”

Kagami recognized that bracelet. It was the one worn by Viperion. She had liked him; he was calm and relaxed, but a reliable teammate who never became flustered if a plan went wrong or an akuma was especially difficult.

She felt ashamed for a moment. Was she being asked to replace Viperion? She understood that Team Miraculous could not continue as it had in the past but surely there was a Miraculous in the box that hadn’t been used yet. To have her replace such a valuable ally felt disrespectful.

Her face was as stoic as always but Chat could read her moods through her eyes and tried not to smile. She was feeling sorry for Viperion, who she thought had been discarded. “Don’t worry. Ladybug had decided to give Viperion a different Miraculous.”

Her guilt eased and she reached for the bracelet only to have Chat pull it away from her.

“Um, sorry,” his laugh was high and nervous. “I’ve never done this before. Let me do it right.” He cleared his throat and began to recite a speech she was sure he’d practiced for hours.

“Kagami Tsurugi, here is the Miraculous of the Snake, which grants the power of Second Chance.” Was that what Ladybug always said? It sounded right. “You will use it for the greater good. Once the job is done, you will guard it and keep it safe. Can I trust you?” Her eyes widened as she realized he was making her a permanent holder.

He held out the bracelet again and she took it. Her fingers shook a little and she hoped he didn’t notice she’d hesitated slightly. She couldn’t help feeling a bit disloyal to Longg, even if the kwami had known hundreds of Chosen before she was born.

A familiar ball of light floated up from the bracelet, circled her head and then turned into a teal cobra with green-yellow eyes. He looked up at her with a calm, even expression. The creature did not appear shocked or disappointed to see her. She chose to see this as a good sign.

“Greetingsss, young lady. My name is Sasss and I am to be your kwami.” He gave her a little bow, which she returned. “Please, take good care of me from now on.”

“I will do so to the best of my abilities, Sass-sama,” she answered, “and I ask the same of you.” She looked at Chat Noir. “If I may ask, why are you pairing us?”

“With all due ressspect, Miss, that was my decissssion,” Sass interrupted. He ignored the surprised look on Chat’s face and went on. “The Guardian felt my skillsss were needed and I had the right to choossse my Wielder. You have proven to have a logical mind, one that can be trusssted not to missusse my abilities.” He felt honored that the young Guardian had such faith in his assessment. It was refreshing to have one’s wisdom acknowledged.

Kagami smiled, flattered at his praise and the kwami was instantly charmed. “Now I am especially honored.” She bowed again, this time at a perfect thirty degree bow. “I will do all that I can to prove worthy of your faith in me, Sass-sama.”

The kwami bowed just as deeply. “I have every faith in you, Miss Kagami.”

She looked from Chat back to Sass. “What must I do now?”

“Once you trigger Sssecond Chance, you will have five minutesss before my power wanesss and I musst recharge.” This she already knew. “Now, all you have to sssay isss: ‘Sass, scales ssslither,” he told her.

Kagami felt the familiar shiver of excitement she felt right before she transformed into Ryuuko. It felt good to know she could be a hero again! Patrolling the city, saving others, showing her mother she was her own person…

No, she was chosen because Sass thought she would not misuse her powers. She would not prove him wrong. She struck a pose and said, “Sass, scales slither!”

Sass disappeared into the ring and felt his power wash over her, not the tingling she was used to but calm, almost cool, like waves gently lapping at the shore. She looked down at herself and wished she had a mirror.

Chat gave a low whistle. He’s always appreciated how good Kagami looked in red but this was a cool look too.

The teal and gray coloration reminded him of a piebald snake; bold swirls from her head to her hips and gradually fading as it reached her legs and feet.

There was a sports jacket with a scale pattern she removed so she could get a better look at her armor. The base of her suit reminded her of a jumpsuit or a flight suit with armor attachments. Sode protected her shoulders while kote and tekko protected her arms and hands respectively. A fairly modern chestplate protected her vitals and an uwa-obi circled her waist. Suneate covered her from the knees to the calves. She rather liked the steel toed boots as well.

The new suit was much more practical than her old one but felt just as light. Magic, she supposed. The only weight was on her back. She reached behind her and pulled off a traditional stringed instrument covered in snakeskin; a sanshin. She plucked the strings and was pleased with the sound. Her mother would approve. Some instinct told her to pull on the instrument’s neck and was surprised to unsheath a sword. Very practical and she would be able to contribute more than just her power to battles.

“You look fantastic!” He knew he was biased and didn’t care but Kagami really could look cute in anything. “Completely ready to kick Hawky’s butt and anyone else who gets in your way.” She hoped her mask concealed her blush; he was almost as complimentary as Adrien.

She crossed her arms over her chest and gave him the eye roll she had learned from Marinette. “I do hope you’re not flirting, koneko-chan.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it…” he broke off and raised his eyebrows at her, looking expectant.

“Ah, yes. I suppose I will need a new superhero name.” She rubbed her chin thoughtfully and then exclaimed, “Mamushi! It is a venomous snake native to Japan.”

“It’s perfect.” Chat Noir grinned because he welcomed any chance to spend extra time with his girlfriend. Now Ladybug had handed him an opportunity practically gift wrapped. She was the best friend he could ask for.

“Race you to Montmartre!” Chat Noir called out and jumped off the room with Mamushi close behind him.

******

Felix set his teacup back down into its saucer and looked his mother straight in the eyes across the table. “Mom, I’m a superhero.”

Amelie didn’t even pause as she continued to spread lemon curd onto her scone. “Of course you are, dear,” she answered vaguely.

He blinked. “What? Do you believe me? Just like that?”

She carefully cut the scone halves in two half-moons and took a bite before answering. “Well, darling, you’re already an actor and a director so why not a superhero as well?

His eyes narrowed. “You’re humoring me,” he said flatly.

She opened her mouth to argue, closed it, and sighed. “Yes, I probably am.” She finished off her scone. “Far be it for me to criticize but the scones from the hotel bakery are a smidge dry compared to the ones back home.” She took another sip of tea. “Then again, anything made on a commercially wide scale would pale compared to the Dupain-Cheng bakery.”

“Oh, darling, don’t make that face,” she pouted at him and he rolled his eyes. He wasn’t doing anything. “You are the most important thing in the world to me and I’ve noticed you’ve been a bit…furtive in the past few weeks. You’re spending more and more time with your friends lately, something I’d usually applaud, but,” she went to take a last sip of tea but both the cup and the pot were empty. She sighed again. “I wish you would confide in me like you used to. I know you miss your father and the last few months have been stressful, especially with all the troubles on set.” She leaned forward and looked him in the eyes. Her expression was sincere and a little somber. “Trust me, sweetheart.”

Felix crossed his arms and huffed in the time honored tradition of teenagers everywhere. “Mom…I do trust you and I am trying to confide in you. It’s why I insisted we have breakfast in our room and not in the downstairs dining room.” He bent his head down and spoke into his vest pocket. “Griff? Would you like to come out now?”

“At last! Young Squire, it is past time you introduced me to your mother. Really, one would think you were ashamed of…one…of…us…” they broke off and stared wide-eyed at Amelie. “Noble lady…” they whispered.

Felix looked from his kwami to his mother. Both looked equally surprised and awed. “As I was trying to tell you earlier, I’m a superhero. And this,” he pointed at the tiny griffin, “is Griff, the source of my powers.”

*****

Griff and Amelie stared at each other for several minutes. Their pupils were both so large they were practically dilated. They practically mirrored each other; wide-eyed, jaw dropped. The silence stretched between them long enough for Felix to become just a little uncomfortable and he decided to break the silence.

“So…this is not quite the reaction I expected,” he muttered to himself. He cleared his throat and then looked from his kwami to his mother. “Would you like to be left alone? I’d hate to interrupt your courtship but there’s more to the story than just ‘Hey, Dad left me a cool magical creature that will help me fight crime or something’. There’s more magical creatures for you to meet. Plus, one hell of a backstory.”

Amelie pulled herself out of her stupor at the mention of her husband. “Geralt? Geralt left you a magical being? Why didn’t he ever mention it? Why did you wait until now to tell me?”

“Well, Dad probably didn’t know-” he began but Griff interrupted, eager to talk to Amelie. “I and my siblings were created by the Druid Bodh Mall and entrusted to House Carrick, the precursors to House Chapman. The young Squire…er…your son…has told me your faithful husband, may his soul be at peace, was somewhat estranged from his family and perhaps none who remembered would tell him of his legacy.”

“That does sound like dear Geralt’s family,” Amelie sighed. “They never approved of his career choice, our marriage or anything that brought anyone happiness unless it was according to their plan.” Her tone sounded unusually bitter. “I’m surprised they gave him any sort of heirloom. They probably thought it was worthless junk.”

“Which, according to Helen, is how they viewed my father,” Felix added, equally bitterly.

Mother and son glared at nothing, absorbed in painful memories. Griff gave them a few minutes to themselves and then changed the subject. “I and my siblings are what are known as kwami; small gods who are the embodiment of a concept given form. I am the Kwami of Valor. For the last one hundred years I have slept in the signet ring that has been passed down through House Chapman.” He pointed a claw at the ring Felix wore. Amelie’s eyes lit up as she realized she’d had magic under her roof for two decades without realizing it. “My companions in the Heraldry box are the Kwami of Fortitude, Healing and Courage, Ferocity, and Prophecy.” Their feathers drooped. “There used to be more of us, but they were stolen.”

Amelie looked properly impressed and a bit sad for the tiny being. “Now that you mention it, you do look like the griffon in the Chapman coat of arms. Geralt showed me once.I’m sorry you’ve lost some of your friends,” she told them with gentle sorrow, “but I look forward to meeting the rest of them, especially if they’re half as cute as you are.” She gave the kwami a cute flirty wink and held out a hand for Griff to perch on.

Felix pinched the bridge of his nose with two fingers but Griff was charmed and flew to the offered hand. Felix was surprised when Griff allowed his mother to pet him. “You’re so cute,” she cooed and Griff almost giggled.

Felix facepalmed and hoped his mother wasn’t going to seduce his kwami. “Mother, can we focus?”

Amelie frowned. “Oh dear. You only call me ‘Mother’ when you’re annoyed with me.”

“Or I’m trying to focus your attention, Mum,” he snarked. Once he had control of the situation (Griff was debatable because they were now preening their feathers to show off for Amelie), he began to explain.

“You see, kwami are magical beings and bestow their powers on their wielders.”

“If and only if they’re worthy,” Griff put in while they groomed their feathers.

Felix ignored him. “And the Heraldry Box, so named because it was inspired by animals from British Heraldry, contained four other kwami and the jewelry they lived in. Now that Griff was awakened, they woke up too and chose wielders of their own.”

“But who-” Amelie began and then answered her own question. “Yes, of course. You wouldn’t trust family heirlooms to just anyone, magical or not. You would only trust those closest to you.”

“True,” Felix smiled and pulled out his phone. “I think you’ll want to see this for yourself.”

*****

The Quantic Kids and Chloe were quickly ushered into the executive suite and the door was locked behind them. After everyone was seated comfortably Felix opened his mouth to speak.

Claude looked from Felix’s deliberately blank face to his mother’s bright, excited eyes and stated flatly, “you told her, huh?”

Chloe glared. “You couldn’t wait to tell her until we were all together, Fefe?”

Felix tried to defend himself but Allen defended him. “He probably didn’t want her to be overwhelmed the way we were,” he explained. “I mean…Claude freaked out and with good reason. There’s non-human sentient beings on this planet who grant superpowers.” He shrugged. “It’s a lot to take in.”

It wasn’t how Felix would have put it but at least Allen saved him the trouble. “Thanks, Allen.”

His friend held up a hand. “Sorry if I took over your meeting.”

Felix shrugged. He wasn’t mad because he knew Allen was genuinely trying to help. “It’s fine.”

Allen nodded and sat back, waiting to hear what Felix had to say. The others took their cue from Allen (it had to be that calm vibe he had going) and quieted down.

“Isn’t it exciting?” Amelie burst out.

Well, everyone but his mom quieted down.

He wanted to interrupt but she barrelled through. “Such cute but powerful little creatures! And they’ll give you the ability to run around the city like Ladybird and Chat Noir! Or those American chaps!” She clasped her hands and pouted cutely. “Are there any more?”

“Ladybug,” Chloe muttered under her breath to correct Amelie. No one seemed to hear her.

Felix dearly wished he could tell his mother that yes, there was another kwami just waiting to make her a hero as well. Alas, there wasn’t, at least until they could do some research into the missing Miraculi and perhaps buy back the others. He was sure Griff and the others could describe the last known appearances of their comrades.

He allowed his expression to become gentle and apologetic. “I’m sorry, Mom, but five is all there is, counting mine. According to what Griff said, the others were lost or sold.”

“Treated as mere ornamentation or trapped under glass to be displayed as a show of wealth no doubt.” Griff’s feathers drooped as he allowed Amelie to stroke him.

“I’m so sorry, dear,” Amelie soothed as she turned the proud, haughty creature into a cuddly pet. Griff purred at her touch. “We’ll do everything we can to find your friends, won’t we?” She looked around the room and everyone nodded at her.

“I’ve already told Griff and the others we would,” Felix replied.

Amelie immediately lit up. “Oh! Yes! There are other little..kwami?...for me to meet. Shall we?”

Honestly, his mother looked like a kid at Christmas. As annoyed as he was at the thought of her seducing his kwami away from him, he loved to see her happy and interested. After the movie wrapped he would need something for her to focus on so she didn’t sink back into depression. Having a magical companion was as good as anything else he could think of.

Felix looked at his friends. “Would you like to introduce your kwami, or let them do that themselves?”

“I’ll let my kwami introduce herself if she wants to,” Chloe sounded generous but really she didn’t want to get in another fight Milvii over “disrespecting her autonomy” or some crap. Okay, fine, she wasn’t Pollen and Chloe shouldn’t expect servitude. She’d appreciate a little respect though.

“I’ll do the same for my kwami,” Allegra agreed and the two boys nodded as well.

“So, Hatchling, you can be taught after all!” The Kwami of Prophecy rose up from the nest she’d made for herself in Chloe’s purse and faced Amelie. Chloe tried not to roll her eyes so they wouldn’t get stuck in the back of her head. It was the closest thing to a compliment the thing had given her since they met. Allen would have told her to accept the small victories. He’d been reading books by dead guys again so she wasn’t sure what to make of his advice.

The kwami addressed Amelie. “I am Milvii, The Kwami of Prophecy and I’m training this impudent hatchling to not only use a bow but be a little less selfish.”

Amelie smiled. “It’s very nice to meet you, Milvii. I’ve always thought Chloe had tremendous potential. Please take good care of her.” She beamed at the girl. “Chloe hasn’t been fortunate enough to have many good influences in her life. Perhaps you’ll be one of them.”

Milvii harrumphed but it wasn’t as harsh as usual. “I will do what I always do. My best.” She extended her wings and Amelie stopped stroking Griff long enough to look Milvii over. “Your wings are lovely. I adore bronze.”

“Quite right so you should,” the kwami agreed but the raised feathers on her neck eased slightly.

“I hope no one minds if I take my turn next,” the unicorn kwami emerged from Allegra’s top pocket. “Ladies first and all that.” She looked at Amelie and curtsied, no doubt sensing that while the teens were the heroes, Amelie was clearly the matriarch and obviously in charge. She liked that.

“I am Alii, Kwami of Healing and Miracles. The young maiden Allegra is my charge.”

Amelie’s eyes looked misty. “Oh my!” She cuddled Griff a bit closer but it was obvious she wanted to hold Alii as well. “When I was a little girl, all I wanted was for unicorns to be real.” She almost glowed with happiness. “And here you are!”

The kwami blushed and looked down, trying to be modest and not milk the attention. “I am pleased my species has your favor, Lady.”

Felix’s mom was clearly charmed. “Amelie, please.”

Alii corrected herself. “Lady Amelie. Of course.”

Before Amelie could protest that she was not technically nobility, Haart made his presence known. “Please, do not think me rude,” he rumbled, “I am Haart, Kwami of Fortitude. My young prince is Claude. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Lady Amelie.” He gave her a deep bow.

She bowed her head back. “Likewise.” She looked Haart. “You’re rather handsome, like The Prince of the Forest.”

He gave her a rumbling laugh. “So I am a prince, Lady. After a fashion.”

She chuckled. “Then, welcome to my temporary home, Your Highness.”

Claude leaned in and whispered to Allegra. “I think Aunt Amelie is seducing my kwami.”

“Mine too,” Allegra whispered back. “I hope I don’t have to fight her for Alii.”

“If it were me, I’d lose.”

“Me too.”

“Am I last then? So be it.” Lavii emerged from Allen’s messenger bag and floated over, pushing past his fellow kwami. They protested and he ignored them. “You are addressing Lavii, Kwami of Ferocity.” He puffed out his chest and straightened his posture. His gold eyes flicked over Amelie. “You’re the mother of Griff’s squire?” He almost scoffed. “You look like a soft thing of silks and fluff. But you’re rather comely.”

Human and kwami alike squawked and growled in protest but Amelie just raised a hand for silence. Once everyone had quieted down she addressed the lion-like creature.

“Why yes, I am rather attractive,” she agreed and gave Lavii the same grin she’d given his friends. “And I must look soft and weak to a…soldier like yourself.” Lavii raised his head at her praise.

Suddenly the smile dropped and Amelie looked at the creature with the most intensely burning gaze he’d ever seen. “But…I’ve learned to use my looks and demeanor against people who would underestimate me.” She smirked when Lavii realized he’d been had. “I love the looks on their faces when they realize they’ve lost to…how did you put it…silken fluff.”

Lavii looked flabbergasted and then roared with laughter. “Well played, Lady!” He gave a deep bow and a salute to the woman. “I know when I am bested and your strategy is a cunning one.”

Amelie flicked her hair. “I’ve turned a disadvantage into an advantage. People never took me seriously because I’m pretty and soft so now I use their preconceptions against them.” She giggled. “It’s fun.”

“And surprisingly effective,” Amelie grinned mischievously, looking very much like her son. She recalled all the business meetings where she had easily turned the tables on investors and competitors alike. “I could tell you stories…” she blinked and shook her head. “Perhaps another time.” She gently gave Griff back to Felix and stood up, looking around at everyone. “So?”

“So?” echoed Allen.

Amelie clasped her hands together and bounced on her toes. Her eyes shone with excitement; cheeks flushed. “So…show me your transformations!” She looked around the room in eager anticipation. “I can’t wait to see what your costumes look like!”

“Well…usually my cubs choose armor of some kind…” Lavii began but Allegra spoke over him. “Y’know, we’ve been training as much as we can but I don’t think we’ve ever transformed.” She looked at Alii. “How do we do that?”

“Oh, heavens!” Alii clapped her hooves together and looked at her fellow kwami. “How could we have forgotten?” She looked up at her Chosen. “You need but to -” she arranged her limbs dramatically as she spoke. “Strike a heroic pose and recite our transformation phrase. Each phrase is different for each of us,” she told everyone.

The five teens looked at each other and began to speak at once.

“I’m not sure I’m traditional hero material.”

“This sounds lame.”

“I’m up for it if everyone else is.”

“Sounds like fun. I’m in.”

“Hey, what the hell? I’ll do it.”

“Not exactly a consensus but the majority seems in favor,” Amelie smiled. She pointed at her son. “Why don’t you go first, dearest?”

He opened his mouth to protest but his mother cut him off with a gentle but firm, “because I said so.”

Felix sighed, surrendering to what his mother wanted. “As you wish.” He looked at Griff, who was still hovering over the table near where Amelie had been sitting. “So, what’s your transformation phrase? Please,” he added because he knew the creature took manners very seriously.

“Heroic pose first,” Griff prompted, pointing a wing at his Squire.

He tried not to sigh again as he put his hands on his hips and stood with his feet shoulder width apart. “Better?”

“Quite. Griff took to the air and posed, clearly showing off for Amelie, who giggled with delight. “Now, say ‘Griff, soar and defend.”

Felix nodded. “Griff, soar and defend!”

The signet ring on his finger glowed and suddenly Griff was sucked into it. Soothing warmth swept over his body and he was left feeling stronger, powerful, and even a little excited.

Everyone around him oohed and aahed and he made his way over to the full length mirror on the closet door. He just stood and stared, amazed at his new appearance.

The armor he now wore nearly covered all of him and was surprisingly light and easy to move in. Magic, no doubt. It was blue chainmail covered by a gold half-plate. His shoulders were covered by pauldrons and his hands by gauntlets. His head was covered by a Corinthian helmet but the nose piece was shaped like a beak. Sabatons and greaves protected his feet and calves and when he turned around he could catch glimpses of a blue cape shaped like a pair of wings.

He wanted to say something dignified and profound to mark the occasion but all that came out was “Wow!”

Felix walked over to his mother and did a turn for her. “So…how do I look?”

She just stared at him with one hand clasped over her mouth. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes and for a heartbreaking moment he thought he had upset her somehow.

His fears were relieved when she suddenly charged towards him and hugged him tightly. “You look just like Sir Galahad!” She burst out. “A true Knight of the Round Table.” She went to kiss his cheek and when she realized she couldn’t she just said, “Your father would be so impressed if he could see you right now.”

Felix smiled at her. The reference to his father didn’t hurt as much as it used to. “Yeah. I think so too.”

*****

Mother and son embraced while Allegra and Claude competed with “rock, paper, scissors” to see who would transform next. Allegra won and struck a pose; one hand was extended in front of her as if holding a sword and she glanced at her kwami. “Phrase, please?”

Alii nickered softly, looking pleased. “The phrase is, “Alii, perform miracles.”

“Alii, perform miracles!” Allegra actually giggled, giddy at the thought of being a knight in shining armor.

There was a soft violet glow that washed over her and when it faded, Alii was gone and Allegra was covered in silver full plate. She also made her way to the mirror and admired her reflection. She was strongly reminded of the armor worn by Cate Blanchett in the movie “Elizabeth”. She even had a little collar to protect her neck. The breastplate was covered in delicate filigree and decorated with amethysts. It was feminine without being boobplate or showing skin. She loved it, right down to the skirt-like tasset.

Unlike Felix she had no helmet or cape but on her head was a silver crown of braided metal with a purple gem in the middle. A unicorn’s horn extended out from the gem and goggles covered her eyes without obscuring her vision.

She loved it.

Allegra backed away from the mirror and made her way back towards Claude. Like Felix she did a complete turn before looking at her boyfriend and smiling. “Thoughts?”

Claude looked dumbstruck and stared at her like he’d never seen her before. “You’re…amazing. You look so powerful and strong.” His voice was almost a whisper. “Like a princess.”

She laughed and kissed him. “Feel free to bow.”

He smirked, looking a bit more like his normal self. “I always knew you wanted me on my knees.”

*****

While the lovebirds were being disgusting and FeFe was taking some time with Aunt Amelie, Chloe decided to get on with it. “Taking my turn now! Sorry not sorry.”

She looked at Milvii and her first instinct was to demand the transformation phrase. She decided not to for two reasons: Milvii might decide to give up on her and switch to Amelie, and Chloe didn’t feel like looking like an ass in front of the few people on the planet she likes and respected these days. She decided to try a little tact.

“Noble Kwami of Prophecy,” Chloe bowed a little. No more than she had to. “Please tell me your transformation phrase so we can…I dunno…help people and protect the few I care about?”

Milvii pretended to consider her request and Chloe tried not to give in to the urge to strangle her. “Very well. Your entreaty has convinced me.” She made a chirping laugh and then flew near her Wielder’s face. “Repeat after me, my chick. ‘Milvii, rake your talons.’” She gestured with a wing. “No need to strike a heroic pose. I know you are working on being a hero.”

Chloe didn’t know whether or not she was being a sarcastic asshole but she didn’t want to start a fight right now. “Milvii, rake your talons.”

The sensation that washed over her was tepid, almost cold. She stalked off to the mirror and liked what she saw, even if she tried to hide it.

Well, she didn’t have to wear a suit of armor. That looked cool on someone like Allegra, but she would have looked like a douche. Instead she wore bronze studded leather with buckled enclosures down the front. She vaguely remembered Allen showing her pictures of armor her character might wear in D&D and remembered this was called a brigantine. She touched the garment and felt the armor plating inside. It wasn’t as impressive as plate mail but she was sure it would stop a bullet or at least a knife. She mimed drawing a bow and was pleased to see it was very flexible. So it wouldn’t hinder her movements. Good.

Chloe looked at her hands and was pleased to see padded archery gloves covered her from her hands to nearly her elbow, leaving her fingers nearly bare. Wrap-around sunglasses protected her eyes and her identity. Her hair was braided and coiled around her head to keep it out of her face and her leggings were bronze colored leather too, save for armored knee pads and shin guards worn over her brown boots. Unlike the others there was a huge bow slung over her back. Milvii no doubt wanted her ready to battle at a moment’s notice. She also wore a dark red cape that fluttered around her like wings, similar to Felix.

It wasn’t the bright yellow “Hey, look at me!” outfit she had worn as Queen Bee but it was much more practical and she liked it better. It suited her, especially the new person she was trying to become.

*****

Claude looked at Haart, then at Allen. He enjoyed watching everyone transform, especially Allegra. His girlfriend now looked like the beautiful, heroic protector he’d always known her to be. Now he had to share her with the outside world and he was only a little bit jealous. After all, he got to be a badass knight alongside her. They’d watch each other’s back and be hero partners. It was gonna be great.

Allegra was off talking to Chloe about something or other so he decided to sidle over to Allen and discuss something with him.

His usual instinct was to bounce into the center of the room and transform with all eyes on him. He was thought of as the life of the party, the clown, the attention seeker. It was practically expected of him by now and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy his role most of the time. He was glad of his place in his friend group dynamic and happy he had friends who welcomed his exuberance.

Then again, Allen rarely if ever got the spotlight. Allen was, in Claude’s admittedly biased opinion, fucking awesome. He was probably one of the best looking people Claude had ever met in his life and definitely one of the smartest. He was kind, talented, and the most level-headed, even-tempered guy in show business. Claude liked to sit near him whenever he needed a calming vibe.

But the spotlight was always stolen by Claude or sometimes Felix. Allen rarely had all eyes on him and didn’t everyone deserve to be the center of attention once in a while? Maybe it was finally Allen’s turn.

“You can go ahead and transform before me if you want to, Allen,” Claude told his friend.

He thought he sounded generous but Allen just smiled at him. The smile was gentle but knowing and Claude wondered if he came off patronizing. “C’mon, Claude. You’re not fooling anyone. Allen grabbed his shoulder and squeezed. “Not everyone needs to be the center of attention to breathe, y’know.”

Claude tried to nod but stopped and said, “but…you never get to be the main event so I thought…”

“That you would just give me the spotlight? No thanks.” Allen grinned. “I don’t like being the focus of everyone’s attention unless I’m talking about music or something I’m confident about. So go ahead and show off for everyone.”

Claude tried one more time. “Only if you’re sure but you don’t always get the credit you deserve so I wanted to give you the chance-”

“I get all the credit and attention from those that matter,” Allen reassured him. He looked bitter for a moment. “Anyone else? I don’t give a shit anymore.”

He frowned but Allen forcibly turned him towards their friends and gave him a push. “Do your thing, Claude.”

He smiled over his shoulder, understanding what his friend was saying. “Unlike me, you don’t have an ego to bruise.”

Allen huffed. “I’m not a Vulcan, but at least you quoted ‘Wrath of Khan’. ”

“Yes you are. Just like that American bloke, Barack Obama.”

*****

Claude took a step towards his other friends, then stopped and returned to Allen’s side. “Hey, Allen. Let’s transform together.”

Allen raised a brow and Claude refrained from telling him he looked like Spock or maybe Tuvok. “Didn’t I just say I didn’t need the spotlight?”

“Well, yeah…but…” Claude looked at his already transformed friends then back at Allen. They were admiring each other’s armor and he was sure Aunt Amelie had already taken a few pics with her phone. Everyone was probably too excited to notice her. He lowered his voice. “Look at them. They all look so…heroic and cool.”

Allen’s expression softened. “Don’t you think you’ll look heroic and cool too?”

Claude didn’t answer and fidgeted a little. Allen understood. Claude was so used to being “the funny guy”. Everyone wanted him to be “always on”, to keep everyone laughing and raise their morale when filming wasn’t going well or during a long shoot. Very few people outside their friend circle knew about Claude’s empathy or sensitivity. Or maybe they just didn’t notice his softer side because they only saw the clown.

Claude shrugged. “Probably? I guess so.” He went silent and just stared at his friend.

Allen understood. “You’re nervous about the whole being a hero business.” Claude’s little gestures and body language was obvious to anyone paying attention. And Allen was very, very observant.

Claude fidgeted again. “I don’t want to look stupid in front of everyone. Especially Allegra.” He knew she wouldn’t judge him if he screwed up during filming or an interview but this was real life. Someone could die if he was a shitty hero. He thought he might be less prone to screwing up if he started off right.

Allen grinned. “Yeah, if it helps you, we can do our transformation sequence together.” He nudged Claude’s shoulder. “As long as we can do a Power Rangers pose.”

Claude just shook his head. “Dude, I can’t believe you like that old campy show.”

Allen shrugged. “Hey, I was conceived on Power Rangers sheets.”

Claude paused, thought about what his friend just said, and shook his head to rid it of disturbing thoughts. “Gross.”

*****

Claude and Allen rejoined the others. “Okay, we’re ready.”

Chloe huffed and pretended to be mad. “Took ya long enough.” She’d taken enough pictures of Claude to know even he suffered from stage fright every so often. Then she gave him a tiny half smile. “You just wanted it to be the grand finale didn’t you?”

He gave her a little half-bow. “What can I say? I can’t help myself sometimes.” He looked at Allen. “We can begin whenever you’re ready.”

“I’ll be ready as soon as Lavii is,” Allen looked at his kwami. “So, what’s your transformation phrase, Sarge?”

The lion kwami puffed out his chest a bit. His cub had explained to him that “Sarge” was a nickname soldiers of his time would give to their mentors as a sign of respect and affection. “Listen well, Cub. Your phrase is ‘Lavii, prepare for battle’.”

Allen gave his kwami a respectful salute and glanced at Claude. “Your turn.”

Claude turned to Haart. “So, um, may I know your transformation phrase, Your Highness? Please?” He put his hands together as if in prayer and gave his kwami his most winning smile.

Haart laughed gently. “Of course, Young Prince.” He floated a little closer to his charge. “All you need to say is ‘Haart, Sanctuary.”

The two boys nodded, then to no one’s surprise but Chloe’s, began to pose. Allen slid into a sideways lunge. He held his fists in front of him as if in preparation for attack. “Lavii, prepare for battle!”

Claude copied him exactly and stood back to back with his friend as much as he could. “Haart, Sanctuary!”

Allegra facepalmed when she realized Allen, of all people, had talked her boyfriend into doing this. Then again, he was also a huge D&D nerd so she shouldn’t be surprised.

Chloe leaned over and whispered in Allegra’s ear. “What the hell was that about?”

Allegra whispered back. “Remind me to tell you the sheet story sometime.”

A dark green light swept over Claude and Allegra’s jaw dropped as she stared at her boyfriend. “Damn.”

Claude now wore a green cuirass of hardened leather over a matching tunic. The pauldrons on his shoulders were shaped like leaves and so were the rerebraces that covered his arms. He wore green and brown archery gloves and like Chloe there was a bow on his back. His leggings were green, leaf-shaped greaves protected his knees and his thick leather boots were brown.

Claude was glad he could see his reflection in the mirror. He had the same sort of wrap-around goggles Chloe wore and the crown of braided vines like Allegra. His jewel was green and there was a ring of antlers surrounding the jewel. He looked like all the things he’d want in a hero; brave, competent, strong.

He broke his Power Ranger pose to look back at Allen and for once in his life, couldn’t think of anything to say.

Allen was…

Regal. Badass. Smoking hot.

Everyone else had stopped talking and surrounded Allen to get a good look at his armor. Amelie didn’t know if she should dance with joy or swoon at the sight of one of her son’s dearest friends in armor.

Chloe’s fingers itched as she wished she’d brought her camera. Allegra clasped her hands behind her back to keep herself from touching Allen’s armor. Felix felt a touch jealous of his friend for probably one of the first times in his life.

Allen was fully covered by black and tawny armor. The full helmet was shaped like a lion’s face complete with mane. The pauldrons were tawny but the rerebrace, vambrace and breastplate were all black except for the gold etched lion in the middle of the chest. His gauntlets were also gold and tipped with claws.

The lower body armor continued the black coloring throughout the cuisses, poleyns and greaves but the sabatons were as tawny as the shoulder armor and also ended in claws. At his side was a golden sword in a black scabbard and a polearm was strapped to his back.

Overspecialize and you breed in weakness, Cub, Allen remembered Lavii telling him. It's a slow death. A warrior must be versatile in battle.

He noticed everyone was looking at him and it made him a little nervous. “So? So I look okay?”

“Okay?” Felix echoed. He looked at the others. “Did he just ask me if he looked okay?”

“Yep,” Chloe answered. “It’s probably the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard Allen say.”

Allegra gave in to the impulse to run over and give her friend a side hug. “You look amazing! Like some legendary hero in a painting! Or a tapestry!”

“I’m getting strong Lion-O vibes from that show I watched as a kid,” Claude spoke up. “You think your sword can give you sight beyond sight?”

“I don’t need it to tell me you’re a twat,” Allen snarked back.

Claude gasped and held his hand to his chest as if injured. Amelie decided to intervene before an argument could break out.

“Oh, my dear darlings!” she exclaimed as she clasped her hands. “You look wonderful and I so wish I could take pictures of you to share online. You all look astonishing. Like modern Knights of the Round Table.” She pouted cutely, knowing she had their attention. “But now that you’ve transformed, what shall you do now?”

Everyone looked at each other and back at her. They hadn’t a clue. They were so busy having fun with their transformations they hadn’t thought of a practical use.

Chloe facepalmed. “Um, solve crimes of course.” She looked at the others. “With Hawk Dick less active right now, ordinary criminals are getting bold because they think the heroes can’t be bothered with regular crimes. Ladybug and Chat Noir only show up for akuma and no one’s seen any of her sidekicks in weeks.” Her fault but moving on. “Why don’t we turn on the tv or look up crimes in progress on our phones?”

Amelie frowned and brought out her phone. “From what I understand, it’s now considered treason to break the law with a supervillain running around the city.” She began scrolling for local news. “Because of the drain on police resources caused by Hawk Moth.”

“So why don’t we give the police a hand by catching some arseholes?” Felix suggested.

There were nods of assent and Claude spoke up. “Sure but shouldn’t we pick our superhero names first? In case someone asks?”

“Oh, please,” Chloe rolled her eyes. “Like we haven’t already done that weeks ago.” She smirked at Claude. “So what name did you pick out and does it coordinate with Allegra’s?”

“Of course it does.” Allegra pointed at her boyfriend then herself. “I’m Isolde and he’s Tristan.”

“Galahad, naturally.” Felix managed to smirk, even with most of his face covered.

“I’ve always been partial to Percival,” Allen said and he struck a more traditional heroic pose for effect.

Amelie smiled at Chloe. “And what did you pick, dearest?”

Chloe didn’t hesitate. “There weren’t any female knights and Guinevere didn’t fight so…” she and Milvii had debated names for days. “I’m going with Morrigan, Celtic Goddess of War.”

Allen scrolled through his phone. “I have a burglary in progress at a jewelry store.”

Everyone began looking on their own phones. “Small fire at a cafe.”

“Good places to start,” Felix nodded to himself. “We can go in groups or on our own. Griff told me our weapons also work as phones so we can keep in touch.”

“Let’s go, Knights of the Round,” Allen strode over to the window and opened it. He looked from Chloe to Felix. “Do either of you mind giving me a ride until I’m used to leaping around the city?”

“I will,” Chloe volunteered. “But I’m not going out a window. Let’s go to the balcony and take off like civilized people.”

“Allegra and I are together,” Claude announced and she grabbed his hand with a smile. “We have no problem taking a leap together.”

“I’ll go solo,” Felix announced and looked at his mom. “We’ll be careful and keep each other safe. I promise.”

“I know you will, dear,” Amelie kissed what she could of his face and smiled, hoping she didn’t look worried.

The new team waved at her and then took off.

She waved and then shut the balcony door with a sigh. She hoped she’d done the right thing by encouraging them to become knights. A sigh escaped her.

She wished she could go with them.

*****

Kagami showed up on time to her meeting with Chat Noir. In fact, she had been five minutes early and was waiting for him. She watched the horizon for a sign of him and saw a dark shape moving towards her. Her first instinct was to hide in case it was an akuma or Hawk Moth but pride forced her to stand her ground.

Chat Noir landed in front of her and collapsed his staff before tucking it into its usual spot on his back. He looked her over and then fidgeted. “Hey, Mamushi,” he greeted. He looked at his feet and then back at her. “Hope I’m not late.”

He was as nervous as a boy on his first date. It was a little endearing. “I’m early.” She bowed. “I look forward to learning from you.”

Chat Noir bowed back and smiled. “I think you have a good grasp on this whole hero thing already. I’m just here to help you get used to your new powers.” He cleared his throat and his expression became a little more serious. “Hawk Moth has been weirdly quiet over the summer but we still get an occasional akuma. Plus, patrolling is always a good idea.”

“To keep your skills and training sharp.” Kagami approved. “Very wise.”

He laughed and his voice sounded a bit higher than normal. “I wish I could take the credit but to tell the truth it was Ladybug’s idea.” He explained, “True, it keeps us sharp but there’s plenty of emergencies, accidents, or even normal crimes that need to be dealt with. The Prefecture of Police of Paris are decent but we’re a lot more mobile than they are so we might get to a crime scene faster. Then we call for backup or an ambulance and then go from there.”

He really was an idiot sometimes. He was acting like he was afraid to be alone with Kagami, his own girlfriend! No, she was Adrien’s girlfriend. Chat Noir didn’t have a girlfriend. He forced himself to relax and to remember how he’d treated Rena or Carapace when they first became heroes.

His heart winced a little when he thought of Rena and Carapace. Or rather, his best bud Nino and Alya. They could never be heroes again, not when Hawk Moth knew who they were. Well, technically neither could Kagami but Hawky was expecting Ryuuko, not Mamushi. And to be fair, Nino and Alya were pretty busy this summer so maybe Ladybug was waiting to see how Kagami did and whoever LB chose did with their new kwami before handing out any more Miraculous.

Chat Noir was unsure how to act around Mamushi. He knew who she was behind the mask so it was entirely possible she could figure out who he was if he wasn’t careful. He wanted to be friendly and professional but was afraid he’d just come off as flirty. That was how he had acted towards his partner and he didn’t want to act that way again. His father’s face flashed in his mind; professional and coldly distant. That could work. He forced his posture straight and made his face blank. When he spoke again he sounded very much like Gabriel.

“Ladybug and her new trainee are patrolling the north and east parts of Paris so we’ll tackle the south and west.” He looked at Mamushi to see her reaction. “Is that alright with you?”

Her eyes went wide then dark with hurt. Mamushi was expecting a friendly night of training with a team member, not his impression of his father. Suddenly she straightened and her friendly expression was gone. Now she looked just like she did when she was training with her mother. She nodded. “I will take your lead until I’m comfortable with my new kwami.” She told him. She didn’t smile, her face was a mask and he couldn’t tell what she was thinking.. “I will ask you to refrain from flirting with me as I’ve seen you do with Ladybug in the past.” She raised her chin proudly. “I have a boyfriend.”

“I know…Adrien Agreste.” He tried to appear formal and in control. “I saw both of you on tv.” He couldn’t tell if she believed him or not. “You seemed…happy. Right for each other.”

Her smile returned for a moment and his breath caught in his throat. She was so beautiful. Then it dimmed and faded as she seemed lost in thought for a moment. Then she shook it off and looked up at him “I think so too.” She went to the ledge and looked over her shoulder at him. “Shall we begin?”” Without waiting for him to reply, she leaped off and into the night.

He shook his head in wonder then jumped after her. He had a good feeling about tonight.

*****

He was very very wrong.

Mamushi didn’t exactly do anything wrong, it was just she was used to the elemental powers of the Dragon. She loved offense while the Snake’s strength was more defense. She never hesitated but the Snake had to sit back and observe, reflect, then attack or help plan.

Perhaps she wasn’t right for the Snake but Second Chance had saved their collective asses too many times for him to count. They needed a new Snake and there were very few people nearby they could trust with a Miraculous. Most of the former Wielders were out of town or busy.

He could tell she was becoming frustrated. He knew her well enough to read the signs. Her lips thinned and her mouth became a grim line. Her brow furrowed and her eyes narrowed. He could feel her glaring at him when she thought he wasn’t looking.

They were watching a small jewelry store. The owner was an old man who was training his young granddaughter to take his place one day. Two men were watching the place, waiting for the store to close and for the pair to come out the back door where they were waiting. They were probably going to overpower them then threaten the girl to get the old man to open the safe. They were probably planning to kill or at least severely injure the pair once they were done to prevent identification.

Chat Noir knew they would have to act fast. “All right. We don’t have much time. I need you to activate ‘Second Chance’ when I tell you to. Then I’ll fight off these guys and get the civilians to safety.”

Mamushi looked at him. Her face was as expressionless as a Noh mask. “Is there anything else I need to do?”

He shook his head. “No. Stay here and activate your power if anything goes wrong. That’s the most valuable thing you can do to help.”

She looked him right in the eye while she flicked the snake on the bracelet she wore. “Second Chance”

Chat Noir immediately freaked out. “Ka-I mean-Mamushi! Didn’t I just say ‘wait until I tell you to’? You’re going to ruin-”

“No. I refuse to continue without having my say.” She stopped him from speaking with a look before he could protest. She sighed and continued to speak.

“I admit. I am…struggling with the abilities of the Snake. They do not come as easily to me as the Dragon did. I…also acknowledge that I can also be a bit impulsive. Staying back and waiting does not come naturally to me.”

“I-” he tried to say but she just stopped him with a hand. “I can also say you are not helping me adjust.” She looked him in the eye and even though her face remained impassive her eyes were sad and hurt.

“You are not a good instructor. You expect perfection on the first try. Something you’ve never demanded before. Neither you nor Ladybug were ever displeased with Ryuuko,” she reminded him. “Why is Mamushi different?”

His shoulders slumped and he let his Gabriel persona drop. “You’re right and I’m sorry.” He sighed and continued. “Being the Dragon leans more into your fighting experience and your…um..your first instinct is always to attack and that doesn’t always work with the Snake. You need to step back and watch for an opening or a way to defeat your opponent, human or akuma.”

“Look, I know these new powers might not seem like a good fit at first but I trust you and so does Ladybug.” He gave her one of his usual smiles and softened his tone. He hated the way his father spoke to him, why did he think it was a good way to talk to Kagami? “We…I…know you have the maturity to handle the responsibility of time manipulation. You just…need more time.” He tried to laugh. “Pun intended, to adjust.”

She didn’t smile or laugh but she did not seem angry either. “Thank you for your honesty and faith in my abilities.” She scowled a bit. “But this conversation isn’t over. It’s just postponed until after our mission is complete.” She reset the bracelet and looked down into the alleyway. The door knob turned and was about to open. The robbers were in place. The heroes tensed and prepared themselves to go to work.

*****

The cafe fire wasn’t big so Galahad went to work. He left the actual fighting of the fire to the experts while he quietly ferried trapped customers out of the building. They were too overcome with smoke and carbon monoxide to notice he wasn’t a firefighter so he was able to evacuate most of the people while the professionals tried to bring the flames under control.

A sudden whoosh alerted him that the flames had reached the grease trap in the sink and he hoped the kitchen stove ran on electricity and not gas. He was debating whether or not he should grab a fire extinguisher when he heard a scream coming from a room above the cafe.

“Maman! Papa! Save me!”

A young voice cried out for help. Dammit. He’d forgotten how many people lived above their shops in this city. The cafe owners obviously had a young child trapped in their living quarters. Why hadn’t they told anyone?

He irritably took to the air. Really, the owners or employees couldn’t tell the firefighters there was a child or children trapped upstairs? Honestly. Some people should never be parents…

He broke off his silent criticism when he saw a few people on stretchers. Two were unconscious. They were wearing long aprons with some sort of logo or script. Hmm. Well, if they were the cafe owners then it made sense they hadn’t alerted the authorities. He felt a little bad about thinking the worst of them.

Well, that didn’t matter at the moment. He had a child to save.

Fortunately there was a window near where he’d heard the child’s voice. He tugged at it. The window was locked but thankfully not barred so with his newly enhanced strength he could easily get it open.

He rushed inside and found a little boy hunched on the floor near the window. The child’s eyes widened when he saw his rescuer.

The little boy crossed himself. “Are-are you an angel? Am I dead?” He didn’t seem afraid, just curious. He glanced behind him. “Is Alice dead too? Can you save her if she isn’t?” Suddenly he grabbed Galahad’s leg. “Please save her! She’s just a baby, she can’t go to Heaven yet!”

The knight followed the boy’s gaze and saw an adorable pink and white baby cot in the corner. The infant made no sound. She was either sleeping despite the fire and chaos all around her or…overcome by carbon monoxide.

“I’m not an angel, merely a knight. You’re not dead and I promise to get you and your sister out of here.”

“Thank you!”

He scooped the boy up and strode over to the cot. The little girl had lovely auburn curls and healthy pink cheeks. He hoped he wasn’t too late. No more funerals.

Galahad shook off his macabre thoughts and cradled the baby in the crook of his arm. He looked at the little boy who was staring at him as if he was something wonderful. Like a real hero.

“What’s your name?”

The boy looked a little awed at being addressed. “Jean-Luc, sir.”

“A good name. I like it. You’re a good big brother, Jean-Luc. And brave.” The little girl shifted a little in his arms and he sighed in relief. She was alive. For now.

“Let’s get out of here.”

Galahad kicked open the window and flew out to the roof. He looked out towards the ambulance. “Jean-Luc, I’m sure a brave boy like you has good eyesight too. Can you see your parents down there?”

“Yes!” The boy pointed to the woman on the stretch. “That’s my maman!” He squinted as he tried to see better. “Is she sleeping? Why is she sleeping?”

“Sometimes fire can make bad air that can make people sleepy.” Galahad tried to explain in a way a four year old could understand. “She’ll be better after the hospital. Now, let’s get you down-”

The knight’s words were cut off as the fire hit the gas line and the little building rocked from the explosion. There were shouts from the firefighters as they tried to clear the area of spectators. Galahad and his charges were blown off the roof. Little Jean-Luc clung to his neck in fear. He missed being able to breathe freely but now a hand was free and he was able to catch himself by grabbing the neighboring building. It was an old small chapel and solidly built. He dug in with his claws until he regained his balance, then took to the air.

The boy shrieked, from delight or fear Galahad couldn’t tell but he resolved to set him down as quickly and quietly as possible.

He located the stretcher with Jean-Luc and Alice’s mother on it. The paramedic was otherwise occupied with putting a shock blanket on a man who kept praying under his breath and neither saw nor heard them. He gently set the infant on her mother’s chest and whispered to Jean-Luc, “I have to go now. More people to save. You’re an incredible big brother. Alice is lucky to have you.”

The boy was covered in soot but he smiled gratefully. “What’s your name, M. Knight?”

“I am Sir Galahad,” he bowed to the boy. “Be safe, Jean-Luc.”

He spread his wings and shot into the night sky. He hid on a roof and watched as the boy ran up to the man the paramedic was helping with cries of “Papa!”

The scene of love between father and son warmed him but something in his chest also tightened and he felt that he was just as big a voyeur as the gawkers. With one last look to make sure the paramedic was treating Alice he flew off.

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