Everyone was going crazy.

Adrien put on his coat hastily, "Just ask my Father about anything you don't understand. Don't worry," He said as he hugged me tightly, "I'll be with you in spirit. You can always call me if you're feeling nervous-"

"Adrien your flight is about to leave-"

"I know but..." He said with a sigh, "I really don't want to leave you alone...."

"I... I'll be fine, Adrien." I said, wrapping my arms around him, "Now go get on your flight."

We let each other go and Adrien looked back slightly just before he walked into the boarding area.

He went back to Paris.

I was alone.

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Chloé walked out onto the rink as her turn creeped up. She thought about how, technically, Marinette was her teammate for the day.

She still had to beat her into the dust though.

"Is my father here, Mr. Agreste?" She asked.

Gabriel sighed, "Chloé, you should be focusing on your skating, not on whether your family is here."

"Is he here or not?" She snapped.

Mr. Agreste shook his head, "No Chloé, he's not here."

Chloé clenched her fist, "In that case," She said, "I'm changing the jump composition."

"To what?"

"I'm doing two jumps in the first half and six in the second."

"Do you have a death wish, Ms. Bourgeois?"

Chloé unzipped her jacket, showing her costume, "I have no other choice is I want to win."

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"And here we have Chloé Bourgeois, dancing to a piece from the ballet, 'Anastasia'." The announcers said over the speakers, "Her theme this year is 'Royalty and Heroism'."

Swinging my arms back and forth to stretch out, I watched on the TV as Chloé began. I have never seen this piece before, but I heard she was doing a lot of jumps in the second half. That would take a lot of endurance.

The ballet piece was deep tones at first, suggesting royalty and power. She showed this with strong, but graceful movements. Then the music sped up and lightened in tone, and she sped up with power and beauty.

Her first two jumps were perfect. Was she saving her last six jumps for the second half?

I walked away from the TV. I walked towards the wall and began to stretch. It was hard not to listen as the announcers shouted and the audience cheered whenever Chloé landed another jump without flaw.

Soon it was almost time for me to go. I unzipped my jacket and almost handed it behind me, but then I remembered Adrien wasn't with me.

I placed the jacket on the floor and walked out to the rink just in time to see the end of Chloé's piece.

She had one more jump to go...

She landed it perfectly. A flawless free skate. When the music ended she fell onto the ice, breathing heavily. It looked as though all of the pressure of the world was on her. Then she stood up with a smile and waved to the crowd.

"CHLOÉ BOURGEOIS HAS SURPASSED HER PERSONAL BEST AND HAS EARNED A TICKET TO THE GRAND PRIX FINAL! SHE IS CURRENTLY IN FIRST PLACE!" The announcers said in amazement.

Now it was my turn.

I skated onto the ice without consulting with Mr. Agreste, who only watched with stern view from the side of the rink.

Everything was blurry as I took my beginning pose. Too many nerves.

The music began and I tried to calm down. But when it was time for my first jump I barely made it. It was supposed to be a triple but I could only do a double.

Adrien always said during training that I failed jumps when something was on my mind.

Was I nervous because Chloé got so many points? Because she got her ticket to the Grand Prix Final? Maybe... maybe because Adrien wasn't here with me?
Another barely executed jump.

No. I'm supposed to be hero. I can work on my own. It would be just as hard if he was here with me.

No. Don't think now.

I got through the next jumps, and the step sequence, but failed the final jump of the program. I continued with the piece, knowing I would lose points, but tried to remain calm and blissful, as the music suggests.

I finished, then fell onto the ice, completely out of breath. That was the hardest performance I've done so far.

But Mr. Agreste still didn't look pleased. As soon as I got off the ice he started lecturing me on what I could have done better.

As we walked back down the hall, the scores were announced.

"Higher than I expected." Mr. Agreste said monotonously.

I looked up at the old man. He was one of the best choreographers in all of France, in all of the world, and he was taking on me as a student for a day.

So I hugged him.

The man didn't hug back, but gasped slightly.

"Thank you for coaching me, Mr. Agreste." I said quietly, "Adrien will go back to you soon."

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The competition was soon over, and I barely got my spot in the Grand Prix Final by coming in forth. Lila Rossi came in first and Chloé came in second.

I had just gotten off the plane and was walking through the airport, thinking.

"What will I say first? How will I tell him?"

Suddenly I heard a small, meow!

I looked through the glass and saw none other than Plagg, sitting perfectly and waving his tail happily.

I looked up and saw Adrien, who immediately stood up when he saw me and grabbed Plagg, started running towards the exit of the gate.

I ran as fast as I could, almost tripping as I dragged my suitcase along.

Finally we both reached the exit and the automatic glass doors opened, letting me through. Adrien held open his arms and I jumped into his arms.

"Mari... I've been thinking about what I can do as your coach...." He said.

"Me too..." I replied. I held him tighter.

"Please..." I whispered, "P-Please be my coach until I retire...."

Adrien let me go and took my hand. He lifted it to his lips and kissed it, "My Lady..." He said, "I hope you never retire, in that case."

I felt my eyes tear up and hugged him tightly to hide it.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Woah short chapter! Super sorry! After this I'm going to work on the Battle of the Bands/Musicians AU, or maybe my Percy Jackson oc fanfic. I hope you guys are okay. I don't know how I'm feeling. I guess that's why my writing is so short.

~The Author