Remember

Reality

A/N- TYSM for 400 reads! :)

"Could you tell me about these dreams?" 

"They aren't dreams."

"Then what are they?"

"Reality."

-

The two were both requested to go to the physic ward to see a therapist, their parents feeling like this false reality would trap them forever. 

"Tell me, Mr. Agreste, what happened in this..." the therapist had to be careful with what she called it unless she wanted to send him into a spiral, "alternate reality."

"Well-" the more people Adrien told the more word would get out that he is crazy and his lady would see it. Adrien's eyes placed down, unsure of what she had heard. He took note of the name, Dr. Monet. "What have you heard?" His eyes flick to the doctors as she takes note of his response. 

"I know that in this reality you were a super heroine." The woman dares, now looking him in the eyes. She knew his game and she wasn't about to play it.

"Yes. I was. What else is there to know?" Adrien didn't want to tell her about Ladybug. The only person he told her about was his mother.

"You never fell in love with a girl named..." she paused and Adrien's heart beat rapidly. Did his mother betray him? "Oh stop with the small pupils, I don't know her name." The woman stands from her seat, walking over to where the coffee is placed. "Coffee?" Adrien shakes his head, no. He was relieved his mother didn't give a name. "Well Adrien, what did you do when you were not a super heroine?" Dr. Monet urged.

"I went to school. I had three good friends; Nino Lahiffe, my best friend and a great dj; Alya  Césaire, Nino's girlfriend and was also the writer of the ladyblog; and finally, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, her father his the best baker in Paris and wanted to be a fashion designer." The woman nodded as she took notes, he wasn't making this up. Those two years he really was in an alternate universe. 

"And at home?" The only spot on her notebook that wasn't filled in. Adrien remained silent, he didn't want to share that his mother had disappeared. "It's okay, Mr. Agreste you can tell me. It was all a dream."

The boy sighed, "if I tell you this can I go back to my room, I want to explore this new world through my phone." Dr. Monet nodded, not wanting to push him too far. "It was me, my father, Gorilla, and Nathalie. My mother had disappeared a few months before I started school." Her lips pursed as she wrote this down, finding it interesting. Adrien stood up, no longer wishing to think about it. 

"Mr. Agreste, tonight I want you to write down the names of everyone you remember from 'said school' because Alya Césaire is actually the daughter of my good friend Marlena who moved here two years ago... you would have never met her." Adrien nodded at this. So everyone in the dream was real? But he had never been to school? Adrien returned to his room, more stressed and confused than when he arrived at Dr. Monet's office.

-

"Please Marinette, you need to tell someone about these visions... they could help you."

"I told you," Marinette growled at her mother, "you don't think they are real so it doesn't matter who I tell." Her mother nodded and walked back over to the seat by the window, crossing her legs and sitting silently. The girl brought her knees to her chest and buried her head in them. "I just want to go back and live in Paris." She cried.

"Y-you want to go back to Paris?" Her mother cried softly at this. Her daughter was choosing a false reality over her.

"Maman, I'm sorry but if I ever want closure; I need to see the people from my as you call 'visions' aren't real."

"She's right, Sabine." Neither of them had noticed a doctor slip in, still standing at the door. "The only way for a wound to heal is to through some burning alcohol on it to clean the wound up." The doctor smiled at Marinette and Sabine, ignoring their tear stained faces from their previous argument. 

"I'll call your father." Marinette's mother says, kissing the girls head before exiting the room.

"Now, Ms. Dupain-Cheng. If you wish to return to Paris I need to know what school you attended and people you remember." Marinette understood this, the names had to match otherwise it could be possible she was making it all up. 

"Well doctor, I had gone to Collège Françoise Dupont. It was right next to the bakery. On the day our stories no longer match up, I headed off to my first day back... to no surprise having a similar class to other years." Marinette spoke fast but the doctor wrote quicker.

"Please, call me Vix. Could you list some names from this class?"

"Chloe Bourgeois. Alya Césaire. Nino Lahiffe. Adrien Agreste-" Marinette was counting on her fingers as the nurse scribbled the names down, reconization not clicking until she said Adrien which Marinette had been dreading, knowing that if she didn't know Adrien... then he didn't exist.

"Adrien Agreste?" Suddenly the woman's pen stopped moving. She looked in her notebook to find his name almost fully written, the pen waiting for her to finish.

"Yes. Adrien was a new student at Françoise Dupont." Marinette informed the doctor, if the name rang a bell then he had to be real. 

"I'll be right back." She smiled, standing up and leaving the hospital room. Marinette cocked an eyebrow before reaching over to her side table for he sketchbook. 

-

"I need Adrien Agreste's physic studies."

"Who's asking?"

"Clair Monet," Vix scolds, "you should know the voice of your own sister." 

"Why do you need to know about Adrien Agreste?"

"Are the rumors true, is he awake?" Clair hummed a yes on the other line. "I have a coma patient who remembers him from school."

"Name?"

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng." Vix could hear the papers flip from the other side.

"No way..."

"What is it, Clair?"

"Adrien remembers her." Vix gasped in surprise. 

"Have they met before?"

"I'll ask."

"How long as Adrien been awake?"

"A day or so."

"Marinette is coming to France soon. We believe it will help her recover. I will go with her."

"Alright Vix, keep in touch?"

"Yep. We're going to be rich." Vix smiled, ending the line. Scribbling the names Adrien Agreste and Marinette Dupain-Cheng in her notebook. "So, so rich."