As Adrien pushed his way through the crowds it was too late. He saw her take a drink from her glass, drinking her wine and whatever abomination had been added into it. Alya was following quickly on his tail shouting after him, however the crowds were too much and kept blocking her. She stood stock still as Adrien reached the bar, and ultimately Marinette.

"What do you think you're playing at?" Adrien grabbed one of the guys by the back of his cheap knock off shirt and pulled him away from Marinette.

"Adrien?" Marinette answered looking up. Her eyes had clouded and Adrien could see her begin to sway on the stool. He was terrified. He shouldn't have left her, this was his fault. The way his heart was thumping in his neck brought up a wave of nausea. He pulled out his phone to text his driver. He needed to get her home, she needed to get this drug out of her body. She needed to be safe.

He kept repeating in his head that it was his fault. Poor sweet Marinette. He shouldn't have gotten her mixed up into all this. He really wasn't good for her. Reaching out he wrapped his arms around her waist and kept her seated on the stool. Placing his head into her hair and taking a deep breath. The smell kept him grounded. It kept him in the moment, he needed to help her. It was his job to help her.

Alya had finally reached her best friend when the colour drained out of her face.

"Adrien, what's happened?" The guys began to move away and make a run for it. Fortunately, when it came to friendship groups, theirs was one of the tightest physical bonds. Before the two guys could make a run for it Kim and Nino had managed to grab hold of them, whilst Max walked over with security. Adrien looked down at Marinette. She was staring at the floor with her head bouncing ever so slightly up and down.

Delicately he placed one hand under her chin to lift her face to his. She'd lost colour in her cheeks. The usual beautiful rosey glow which radiated from the moonlight she emitted, was dull and non-existent. He stroked his thumb under her eyes as tears began to trail down her colourless cheeks.

"Mari? Princess? Look at me, sweetie." As Adrien spoke he could hear the ruckus surrounding him, and he was quite sure Alya was on the verge of killing the two guys who were now restrained by the security guards, and from what he would gather, Kim.

Marinette looked up at Adrien before seemingly loosing the coordination in her neck and flopping back down. He was panicking, seriously panicking. He needed to get her out of there. Scooping her up like the damsel in distress she was, he marched his way to the bars entrance. The sea of people seemed to part as he walked through, hugging a small fragile Marinette to his chest.

"Adrien?" He heard her whisper as her head bounced into his chest.

"Yes Princess, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

"I don't feel too good."

"I know, sweetie. I'm going to take you home and call a doctor." Adrien continued walking through the make shift aisle towards the exit as Alya came running towards him.

"Please, stay with me." Marinette whispered, hugging onto Adrien's neck. "I need you."

"I'll stay as long as you want."

Alya matched up to Adrien's side completely taken aback by their declarations to each other. Perhaps there was something there. She wasn't sure what or even how all this had happened but the way Adrien was treating Marinette made her think of an action film; when the leading hero saves his leading lady. There was obviously something deep and meaningful between the two of them and it made her heart swell.

"Adrien, can I come with you please? I'm so sorry for pulling you away." Adrien didn't stop walking but turned his head towards the brunette running alongside. The security on the door opened up and allowed them out.

"Do you need an ambulance, sir?" One of the security guards asked.

"No, I've got a driver here for us." Adrien walked forward towards the black town car as Alya ran around him to open the door.

"Alya, step in and I'll pass her down to you."

"Monsieur Agreste, what's happened?"

"Adrien over here, what's wrong with your girlfriend? Is she a drunk?"

"She only arrived twenty minutes ago, why are you leaving now?"

"Who's the other girl? Are you having a threesome?"

Adrien turned around to the paparazzi and scalded. He couldn't believe their audacity. He'd have to ring his manager tomorrow to send a statement to the press. He wasn't going to deal with this now. Not when his fake girlfriend was in need of his undivided attention.

Ignoring the shouting outside the car, Adrien handed Marinette in towards Alya. Steadying her as she dropped down onto the seat of the car. He all but dived in after her, grabbing her slender torso and leaning it against his body.

"Do you know her address, Alya?" Adrien kept his eyes firmly placed on Marinette, tilting her head onto his shoulder and stroking down her hair. She was shaking, and her eyes were closed. Alya spoke to the driver as Adrien pulled out his phone. It didn't take long for the caller to answer his phone.

"What do you want Adrien?" The voice on the other side didn't seem to happy with the late night call.

"I need your help." The voice on the other end of the phone let out a snort. Adrien turned to look at Marinette again. She was unconscious. His heart began to clench and he felt helpless. He needed this favour.

"My help? You in jail or something?" The voice continued to laugh in the background.

"It's my girlfriend. I think she's been given rohypnol." Alya looked over as Adrien let out the words. He saw tears starting to build in her eyes. Alya was one of his good friends and Marinette's best friend. He wasn't going to let her blame herself over this.

Reaching out with the arm wrapped around Marinette he grabbed hold of Alya's hand. Providing her with warmth and comfort. She was shocked, when had Adrien cared about others. She looked over to him catching the glimpses he was giving Marinette, and in that moment she was transported back to lycée. To how Adrien used to look at Marinette, how every girl was envious because of Adrien being her best friend. Adrien ended the call as Alya was looking at him intently.

Ending the call after passing on the details to the receiver he placed his phone back in his pocket wrapping his arms back around Marinette, and holding her close. He couldn't believe this was happening. They'd had a great time last night and then tonight had started off well too. He was such bad luck. He wouldn't be surprised if she ended it with him after this.

"Why didn't you ever ask her out in lycée?" Alya asked the question before she could stop herself. She needed to know. Adrien obviously cared deeply about Marinette, it didn't take an idiot to notice how they were with each other. There was something more to it that just a close friendship, and no matter how early this relationship was, seeing them together and so ridiculously happy with each other could make even the most frozen hearts melt - well, perhaps not Gabriel Agreste, but then again no one ever thought he had a heart to begin with.

Adrien looked from Alya's face down to Marinette's. He hated how helpless she was at the moment and Alya's question got him thinking. Why didn't he date Mari? Where does he start? His own emotional abuse from his father, the fact he didn't want to be twisted like his parents, that he couldn't stay loyal, or was it the fact he was scared? Scared to let someone as sweet and innocent love him incase he let them down? He sighed and shook his head.

"She deserved better. Sometimes I still think she does. I'm being selfish."

"You do understand that she hasn't been with anyone else? She's had a couple of one off dates here and there but she's never had anything serious. I think she was always hoping and praying for you." Adrien looked down at the girl in his arms, oh how he wished that was true. He should have taken a chance sooner, maybe even asked her out now as a real date. All he knew was that when she was around he was himself again, he was whole. Just as he had been back in their teenage years.

A sudden wrecking noise from Marinette broke the conversation before it became too deep. Leaning forwards she proceeded to empty her stomach contents onto the floor of Adrien's car. The sick continued to come as Adrien held her hair back in his fist, stroking small circles on her back, and whispering calming words into her ear. As Adrien dealt with the sick, Alya wound down the windows in the back, placing her head out and moving away from the vile smell of regurgitated sandwiches and pastries.

Within the next five minutes Marinette had been sick another four times, Alya was heaving out the window and Adrien was trying to keep his fake girlfriend conscious. He knew he was going to have to pay his driver extra just for this one trip tonight.

As they pulled up outside Marinette's house they noticed a black car sitting outside. Adrien knew who it was straight away but Alya looked cautious of its owner. Adrien helped Marinette out the car before scooping her legs and continuing to carry her bridal style to the front porch of her house.

The unknown driver opened his door and stepped out to walk along side Adrien down the path. As Alya first met his eyes she was shocked at how much he looked like Adrien. The blonde hair, the green eyes, the height, the fashion sense. It was like she was seeing double. Closing her door and apologising to the driver about the mess now taking over the back seats, she followed the two men and Marinette up the path.

She was mesmerised as the guys in front of her discussed things she didn't understand. It sounded like the Adrien clone was a doctor and questioning Adrien about Marinette's responses and symptoms. Adrien was talking fluently back confusing Alya even more. Was he training to be a doctor too?

"Alya? Have you got the key?" Adrien asked as he turned around to face her. She stopped in her tracks with her eyes showing confusion. She looked at Marinette only to find her unconscious again. Alya nodded and walked forward using her key to open Marinette's door.

Remembering where her bedroom was Adrien continued to walk through the house carrying her with the sheer determination of a Lion guard. No one was going to touch her or harm her again, not as long as he was with her. He hated to think about whole 'as long as', it made him feel like he was putting an expiry date on something delicious, something you know would become bad for you if you continued your indulgence, but something you wants none the less.

He placed Marinette down on her bed and she stirred a little. Opening her eyes she saw a male she didn't recognise standing in her bedroom. She scurried and climbed onto Adrien. Beginning to shh her he stroked her hair, calming her and letting her know he was there and that he wasn't going anywhere. He slowly sat next to her on her bed and she clambered into his lap.

"Mari? Princess, look at me." She turned her pale face to look him in the eye. "This is my cousin, he's a doctor and he's here to help."

Marinette turned her head from Adrien to Alya and then to the doctor. He stepped towards her placing a timid yet reassuring smile on his face. He was very similar to Adrien just not as muscular. She studied his face as Alya made her way to sit next to Marinette on the other side of the bed. The doctor was still in his pyjamas, Adrien must have called him and woke him up.

"Hi Marinette, I'm Felix. I'm here to help."

Felix Graham de Vanily was a lead consultant at the Val-de-Grâce Hospital in Paris. He dealt with all manners of illness and luckily for Marinette, he was also Adrien's close cousin.

"Marinette, I'm going to need to take a blood sample from you if that's ok? Just to see if we can trace the drug that they used in your system."

Marinette nodded but started to shake again. Adrien locked his arms around her and rubbed his face into the side of her neck. He wanted to settle her, he wanted to have the power to make her feel safe especially in regards to what she'd been through this evening.

Alya had been sitting in silence, watching all the interactions around her with great fascination. She had no doubt Adrien was smitten. He was acting so possessive and, well, in love. Finally removing her eyes from Adrien she saw the tears rolling down her best friends face.

"Honey, I'm here too. You're going to be ok. Adrien won't let anything happen to you and neither will I." Marinette bobbed her head up and down which Alya took as a sign as she understood.

Felix stepped forward and attached the band around her upper arm to help show her veins. Once a clear one was visual, he pulled out a tube from his doctors kit.

"I'll be quick ok, Marinette. Try and take deep breathes for me and stay awake. You don't want to be falling asleep on Adrien. He's not very comfy." Adrien smiled at Felix. His cousin was great with his patients and he saw himself wished to be more like him. Felix was a true lover. He had a wife, a four year old and another baby on the way. He was the vision of wholesome family life.

Within the matter of seconds the blood had been taken and Felix was packing his equipment away. The needles and cotton swabs were placed in a yellow hazard bag as the test tube was added into a plastic bag ready to be sent for analysis.

"Do I need to check anything else, Adrien? Was she assaulted at all?" Both Adrien and Alya flinched at the words.

"No. I got there just after she took her first sip."

"That's good. It doesn't look like she ingested too much so keeping her fluids up and her temperature down should put her back on track in about twenty-four hours. I've got to say Adrien, I'm happy to see you settling down, and finally committing." Felix looked over his cousin, to say he was shocked was an understatement. Seeing his selfish cousin caring so much for this girl was a breath of fresh air. Adrien had been dealt crap cards in his life so hopefully he'd finally been given an ace.

"I'll walk you to the door." Adrien went to stand up and Marinette pulled him back down.

"Don't leave me, kitty." Her voice sounded so young and scared.

"I'll say bye to Felix and be right back. Alya can help you change into some clean night clothes." Marinette looked up at him again. "I'll be right back." He nodded to Alya who seemed to understand what he was trying to say. She jumped up straight away and headed to Marinette's closest.

Shutting the door behind them Adrien walked with Felix to the front door.

"Come and see us soon, cousin. It's Juniors birthday party in a month and we'd love you to be there. Bring Marinette too, I'm sure Bridgette would love to meet her."

"Sure." Adrien muttered.

"Seriously Adrien, he misses you. You know how much he loves his fighting Uncle Adrien, and we miss you too man." Adrien let out a chuckle.

"Fine. We'll be there."

Felix smiled and gave his cousin a hug.

"She seems a great girl. I loved the pictures in the press yesterday." Felix winked as he opened the door. "I'll get this in for testing first thing in the morning." He tapped his bag and opened the door.

"Look after this one Adrien. She seems special." And with that, Felix had gone leaving Adrien with an overwhelming desire to hold onto Marinette with all his might.