Just Fine

Hush

"What was that." Marinette breathed, leaning against her arms.

"What was what?" Tikki yawned softly, widening her eyes to adjust to the dim lighting of her room.

"I just had the weirdest dream." Marinette slumped back into her bed, staring at her ceiling.

She wasn't new to nightmares. In fact, her first experiences as Ladybug gave her nightmares. They were pretty strange, and stupid, when she thought about them consciously. But this one felt real.

It was so vivid and clear.

And terribly strange.

She's seen storm akumas, but nothing like that before.

"What about?" Tikki asked carefully, concerned.

"An akuma." Marinette sighed, pushing herself backwards against her wall.

"Which one?" Tikki asked, watching as Marinette twiddled her fingers nervously.

"No....this one hasn't happened in real life." She looked over to Tikki, who's eyes widened at her statement.

"Really?"

"Yeah...." Marinette bit her lip, furrowing her brows.

"Maybe it's your nerves." The small red creature placed her delicate paw over her owners hand.

She didn't feel like an owner.

It was too early to wake up, and too late to fall asleep. So Marinette just laid down with her eyes closed shut, brain twisting.

Usually a dream wouldn't bother her this much, and usually by now, she would've forgotten about it.

But it was still clear.

What wasn't clear however, was who the akuma was.

She knew it was a she, judging by the people that had been around her.

She drifted through the possibility that maybe she was seeing some sort of flashback from a past Ladybug, however she found it hard to think that one could be true. It took place in Paris, modern day Paris. And the miraculous hadn't been activated in modern Paris until Marinette became Ladybug, and whoever had become Chat Noir.

The mystery of his identity leaked into her mind for a moment, before she pushed it away. There was no need to know who he was.

So if this wasn't the past, wasn't just a made up story, was it the future? Where Marinette couldn't find Tikki?

That worried her the most.

If she couldn't find Tikki, that meant she couldn't transform. But more importantly it meant that Tikki was lost.

Of course, Tikki was right next to her, in the same faking-sleeping state she was in. But her dream had felt so much like reality, almost like a memory.

Except it hadn't happened.

Not....yet?

Eventually, Marinette sat up, examining her leg to give her something to do.

She traced her fingers over the drawing Adrien had sketched onto her cast. She thought it was beautiful. But she couldn't understand why he had looked the way he did when he went about it.

He seemed so mischievous.

But what was so mischievous about the picture?

That was another thing she couldn't figure out.

When she finally got up, her mind continued to create and destroy situations and reasons for many things. Her dream, Adrien and his drawing, even her own physical body.