My Stalker

Take a Break

Chat sat perched on the windowsill watching Marinette roll around in her desk chair. She scribbled on a piece of paper and rolled over to the sewing machine, then her computer.

Marinette had been so busy lately. She would snap at him if he interrupted her and they hadn't been on a date or even had a real conversation in weeks. He was over it at this point. So last night he had concocted a plan and tonight he would carry it out.

He tapped on the window just as she got to her sewing machine again. She sighed and stomped over to the window.

"What, Chat?!" she snapped. "I'm busy."

"Sorry about this, Purrincess, but you've given me no choice." He reached in the window and scooped her into his arms.

She wriggled and kicked, trying to break free. "Let me go right now!"

Chat stayed silent as he carried his screaming girlfriend to the top of the Eiffel Tower. Her words wounded him, but it was for her own good. He set her down and sat with his legs dangling over the edge.

When she spoke next, her voice was quivering with barely contained rage. "Where in the world did you get the idea that kidnapping people is okay?"

"I only kidnapped one person," he replied calmly.

"You know, you could get arrested for this!"

"Only if they catch me."

"Why?"

"Why what?" he asked.

"Why did you take me? Why bring me here?"

"You've been busy for weeks. We haven't even had a real conversation since you gave me that hooded blanket. You need to take a break." He stood and turned to her, tears gathering in his eyes. "You're tearing yourself apart." He looked down. "And watching you is tearing me apart." The first tears fell. "I can't bear to see you like this. I hoped that if you took a break, things would get better, but I can see that's not going to happen. If you want me to take you back now, I will."

Marinette's anger began to fade. She hadn't realized it had affected him this much. "Oh, Kitty." She tilted his face towards her. "I'm sorry."

He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair, letting the tears fall freely as she rubbed circles on his back.

"Shh . . . shh . . . it's okay," she whispered.

When he was all cried out, they just stood there, reveling in each other's company, and they both knew that it was them against the world. Forever.

I had toyed with the idea of making Marinette busy because Luka attacked her and she was trying not to think about it, but decided to keep it simpler. If people really want that, I might change it, but otherwise, it'll just stay like this. Thank you to my wonderful beta Moonlight of the moon!