Author's note: The story in the future is about the youngest Agreste boy and his adventures as the new Chat Noir.

Description

Louis Agreste is in his bedroom when he hears a scream. He looks out the window.

Louis's  POV:

  "Plagg, we have no time to lose."

He looks at his kwami in dismay as the cat burps.

  "Goodness, Plagg, you have some bad habits there for a genie."

  I wait until I am sure Nathalie has slipped away.

 I shake my head.

"Plagg, claws out!"

  I  decided as I transformed I must Plagg on a diet.

 A strict diet with less Camembert in it. He has gained a few pounds.

  I ran fast to catch up with the new Bug.

  "Hi, M'lady."

  "Flirty as your father was in his day, I see."

     I ignore the comment.

     I look at the villain.

    It seems today, ScarMoth has outdone himself.

   "Bugaboo, I say, I do believe the akuma is in his utility belt."

    I  smirk at her.

     I see her frown, but  I know she loves me and does not realize it yet.

  After the fight, Ladybug catches the akuma, makes everything right again, and I fist bump her.

   "Bugaboo, do you suppose we shall ever discover our identities?"

     "I suppose we may after we have defeated the villain."

      I smiled at her.

     "Bugaboo, I  love you, you as the girl with the mask and as the girl behind it."

      "Yeah, yeah, so you have said dozen times."

      "I meant it every time."

    I watch as she leaves.

  I wonder if this is how Louis Lane feels every time Superman leaves.

  I sigh.  I suppose it will be years before I discover who my Bugaboo is and sweep her off her feat.

   I  head home with a smile. One day people will write about us and shall call it,"Adventures of Chat Noir and Bugaboo."

     I  smile at the thought.

  Two years later, I get a phone call.

  It is bad news. Bugaboo is in the hospital and it looks serious.

   I go to see her.

    I weep at the sight. She is all hooked up with tubes and all.

   "Bugaboo, what happened?"

   I can not see much since the room is dimly lit.

  "Chat Noir?"

   "Yes, it is me."

    "Chat Noir, I am sorry."

   "Sorry, for what?"

   "For all this, I am dying."

   "Do not be silly, Bugaboo, I am sure you will pull through and we shall have many more adventures together."

    "Sorry Chat, but it is not like that at all."

      I see the words she wrote on her notepad.

    I gasp as I read them and feel my eyes fill up with tears.

   "No, you must not leave me, Sandra."

   "I am sorry, Louis."

    I  detransform since no one else is in the room, but us.

  "How did you know it was me?"

   "I accidentally saw you detransform weeks ago. I am sorry. I would have told you, but I was scared.  You see I have had a crush on you Louis from the very beginning."

    "How?"

   "Ever since you help me with my lunch in the cafeteria, the day that I forgot my lunch money at home and you shared your lunch with me.  I feel in love with you then."

   "You love me?"

  "Yes."

  I feel my tears fall harder now.  

  I kiss her.

  "Sandra, please do not go."

 I plead with her.

I beg her more.

I pinch myself hoping it is all a bad dream and I will wake up, and she will be okay as before."

Only, nothing happens, all as it is before and she gasps for air.

 The machine stops.

  I  squeeze her hand.

I call for the doctor.

  The doctor comes and shakes his head.

   I watch in horror as the girl I love is covered with a sheet.

  "No!  No, Bugaboo!"

   I  toss in turn in my sleep.

  I wake up feeling someone's arms around me.

  "Louis, what is it, darling?"

  "I had the most dreadful nightmare, dear. I dreamt you died."

   Sandra hugs me tight. "Oh, Louis, I assure you I am not leaving anytime soon."

    I smiled over at my wife in relief. Relieved that she is not dead and that the whole thing was a bad dream.

     I  have not the foggiest idea why I should dream such a dreadful thing.

    Four years later, Sandra and I have two children. One is a girl named Lora, and the other is a son named James.  I sure hope that someday, Sandra and I can tell them all about how we met and about our Adventures as Chat Noir and Bugaboo.

  The end

until the next Miraculous one-shot story,

bye-bye, little owlets!

Summer out!