It all started with Alix. She just had to get akumatized into Timebreaker again because someone decided to break her watch. Again. That someone being a certain blue eyed blonde brat.

As of the moment, Ladybug was currently ducking behind Madame Bustier's desk trying to figure out what in God's name is she supposed to do with a red and black polka dotted choker??

She peeked her head above the desk to get a good look at the trashed classroom only to duck when an entire table smashed into the chalkboard behind her. Broken pieces of crumbled slate and cement scattered about the tiles, while the crushed drywall left a suffocating white powder drifting through the air. Ladybug covered a cough as she waved the dust out of her face. White powder coated her from head to toe and caked her hair. She quickly dusted herself off.

Meanwhile, Chat dodged a bench thrown at him and shortly blocked another by breaking it in half with his staff. "Is that the best you can do??" He teased. Timebreaker glowered at him from the back of the room. "Get out of my way!" She hissed. "I have more than enough charge ready now and there's nothing you can do to stop me!" She flipped another table and used it as a distraction to build up speed. She leapt over the stairs from the very back of the room and flew above the very desk Ladybug was hiding underneath.

As Timebreaker headed for the giant hole in the wall with Chat hot on her heels, Ladybug seized the moment and swung her yo-yo around her waist, but it did little to nothing. The pig tailed girl was dragged with the villain by force through the missing chunks of chalkboard and bricks, but her partner made sure to grab hold of her hand, only to realize the momentum was too strong to stop as they both were helplessly pulled along.

"Hey, let go of me!" Timebreaker demanded, trying to shake the grip of the yo-yo off without losing acceleration. "You're gonna mess me up!!"

As the quarreling trio zipped through into the neighboring classroom, the air in front of them began to twist and bend like it was trying to rip itself apart. The wrinkles in time forged themselves into a glowing violet portal just before they all soared through. For a split second, a weird tingle was felt until the three all slammed into Madame Mendeleiev's desk. They simultaneously flipped and skidded across it before crashing into boxes of spare test tubes.

Along with the three, a few stools, papers, and a table got whisked through time with them. Chat peeled a pink sticky note off his nose.

Amongst the mess, Timebreaker was the first to recover. She tossed off the yo-yo string around her that Ladybug had loosened her hold on during the turn of events. "Are you guys insane?! You could've wrecked everything!" She snapped as the pair of superheroes got to the feet as well. "That's kind of the point," Chat remarked while dusting himself off. "Right, m'la-?" His ears straightened when he saw her stance. "LB? What's wrong?" His face contorted into one of confusion. Ladybug remained still as she studied the the scene around them. The two followed her gaze.

They finally noticed the class of speechless students at their lab stations as they watched in sheer terror. "Oh, didn't see ya there," Chat casually greeted with a wave. "What's hangin'?"

The pupils immediately erupted into shrieks and screams as they abandoned their projects. The entire lab turned into mass mayhem while a sea of panicking high schoolers fled through the door to clear out, the teacher close behind. He quickly tried shooing everyone out the room calmly, but he wasn't doing a very good job. Timebreaker rolled her eyes. "Later losers, I'm getting my watch back," she scoffed before skating into the crowded hallway only to cause more chaos and screams.

"Let's get her," Chat said, reaching for his baton. Ladybug grabbed his wrist. "Wait. Something doesn't feel right."

"What do you mean?"

She ran a hand along the main desk upfront they ran into. "This seems a lot newer, don't you think?" The blonde shrugged, not giving it much thought. "Sure, it looks more shiny. It was probably just polished or something." She shook her head and pointed at the room. "Uh-uh. And someone else was teaching, it wasn't Madame Mendeleiev," she noted. Chat laid a finger on his chin. "True," he agreed. "But it was most likely a sub."

"No....the students were all different too, I've never seen any of them before," she muttered in thought. Chat realized she was right. He didn't recognize anyone that was just in the room. "You're right...but how come?" Ladybug began to pace back in forth like she usually did whenever she was thinking intently. She suddenly stopped when her yes drifted back to Ms. Mendeleievs's desk again. She marched over and looked over the computer on it. It was off white, big and boxy, not to mention out of date, but it appeared to be brand new.

They're eyes widened as they slowly turned their heads and met each other's gaze, afraid they were thinking the same. Ladybug spun around to inspect the giant smart screen, but there was only a smooth chalkboard with formulas and notes scribbled all over.

Then in the top right corner, her attentive orbs enlarged even more so at the alarming information written above:

13-10-1995

She sharply inhaled as worry creased her brow. "Oh, mon dieu..." She whispered, subconsciously beginning to twist one of her earrings out of stress. "I know...it's really something," Chat stated, raising an eyebrow at their shocking discovery. Ladybug whirled around to face him. "You're being oddly calm about this! Do you know what this means??" She gasped.

He gravely nodded, eyes narrowing. "They got the date wrong," he muttered.

One of her eyes twitched as she watched her partner stare disapprovingly at the chalkboard, and her fingers began to flex which shortly turned into fists. Her expression darkened at the mere sight of him. "You think this is a joke?" She growled. He was taken aback by her sudden (and terrifying) rage and took a step back. "What, no—it's not a big deal," he replied, voice wavering with unmistakable shock all over his face while she came closer.

She knew he could be clueless sometimes, but with the terrible predicament they've been thrown into, this was the last straw for her.

"M-m'lady, is there something wrong...?"

Chat jumped when she snatched his arm with her iron grip. "Not a big deal?" She seethed. He gulped at her dangerously low tone. "Listen closely, you stupid cat. We're stuck in 1995 with absolutely no way to get back, so we don't have time for your shenanigans. Got it?" If his cat eyes could grow any bigger, they would've popped out of their sockets. She glowered at him as the realization gradually sank its way in. He blinked and found the floor much more interesting at the moment.

"Oh Mylanta...."

Concurrently elsewhere, students gathered around a table as a young woman approached them. She placed a leafy, potted plant down for everyone to study. "Now, class, this is a Nepeta cataria. Can anyone tell me what that is?" A blonde haired girl politely raised her hand. "Nepeta cataria is catnip, ma'am." The teacher smiled at her response. "Well done, Em—" A sudden blast through the drywall sent a strange blonde in a black catsuit crashing into a countertop of potted plants.

The group erupted into screams at the random intruder. While they all ran for the exit, Chat Noir sluggishly sat up and sneezed, then shook some soil from his soft locks. His nostrils immediately flared as his eyes widened before slowly falling shut. After he entered a small daze, he quickly snapped out of it, shaking his head. His cat eyes followed the mess of leaves in front of him.

Not again....at a time like this??

Chat held his breath, reaching for the intoxicating plant known as catnip. He studied it momentarily, then unzipped one of his pockets and tucked it in there safety. He'll experiment later. The blonde jumped on all fours when he heard a pair of feet stomping through the mess of bricks and rubble.

"Chat Francis Noir, take this more seriously! I swear if I—" Ladybug's rant was interrupted but the ringing of her earrings. She internally cursed. "I need to go. Fix this mess." Chat quirked an eyebrow. Aren't you the one who hurled me through the wall?? She vanished from where she entered. He shook his head and sighed at the sound of people losing their minds. He never got used to that sound. Chat pounced to the floor and bounded into the hallway.

In the mob of people freaking out, Timebreaker was speeding through everyone and shoved anyone who got in her way into lockers. One kid got thrown into a trash can, which fell onto its side and crashed down a flight of stairs. "OMG what's happening?!" A girl cried dramatically. Chat frowned at the scene in front of him. He couldn't let anyone else fall victim to Timebreaker, his lady was counting on him.

He charged into the crowd and snatched a girl who almost got plowed by the unusual supervillain. She gawked at him in complete shock as he briefly scanned the wild environment with his arms still protectively around her. "Guys, we have an emergency here! This is an emergency situation!" He yelled over the noise. His shouting drew everyone's attention, but did not give him the result he was hoping for. Another pair of chicks shrieked when they spotted Chat and pointed. "OMG! He's kidnapping her!!"

When the girl in his hold came to her senses, she screamed and shoved him away before scurrying into the crowd. Chat leapt onto of a set of lockers and waved his arms around. "Hey! Hey! Just chill out! It's not that big of an emergency!" He swiftly hopped from wall to wall as he avoiding pop cans and books being thrown at him. What was everyone's deal here?! "Guys, relax—"

"TAKE THAT!"

Chat yelped when he was smacked in the back of the head with a purse. "Hey hey—Ow!!" He turned to see a cross old lady giving him a beat down with her bag. He tried to gently brush her off, but it was difficult since she wouldn't back down. "HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT!" What was in her purse?? Bricks?!? Spit flew out of his mouth when she socked him in the jaw. "WOULD YOU JUST—?!" Without warning, the woman whipped out a can and sprayed the contents in his eyes. "YOWWWWWW!!" Chat howled, hugging his face as tears streamed from his eyes. Despite them being completely green, they still became bloodshot, only the veins were a pinkish-purple instead of red.

While he was distracted, the fierce lady suddenly front flipped him into the linoleum. He screeched as his nose slammed into the ground. This woman is crazier than Ladybug!!! Chat immediately sat up and tried to tear his face off. The pepper spray stung the crap out of him and his eye sockets felt like someone salted them, dumped bleach in them, then lit them on fire.

"LADY..." He blindly gasped. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU??!!"

Chat yelped again when she took him down with a single blow of her handbag. He groaned and smeared more tears off his mask. "Get a grip on yourselves, people!!" He yelled from the floor. "You're a bad kitty," She snarled, raising a fist at him menacingly.

The black cat scrammed with a lack of sight and dignity. By now, the hallway was completely empty. He had to detranform. Even though he never used his special powers, it was too dangerous and the suit drew a crap ton of attention. Chat caught a locker open nearby and ducked into it, after a neon green flashed from it, he slipped out as his normal self.

Adrien heard a snicker from his white flannel. He stole a glance around the corridor , then pulled open the garment to find Plagg giggling. "You just got owned by an old lady!" He bust out laughing. Adrien sent him a glare before shoving the kwami back into the flannel. When he lifted his head he bumped into someone. "Ah! Sorry about that!" She quickly apologized. He raised his eyebrows when he recognized her.

"Marinette?" He called. The dark haired girl's eyes grew big at the sight of her crush. "A-adrien?! How did you get here?!" She gasped. He scratched his head as he tried to muster up an answer. "Uh...I...I was hiding in Ms. Bustier's room when Ladybug and Chat Noir were fighting the akuma," he lied. "Next thing I knew, I ended up here with a whole bunch of other stuff from the room. You?"

Marinette gaped, then pursed her lips while trying to create a logical excuse without revealing her alter ego (even though she didn't already know that he knew nor did she have any idea about his secret omigod Oblivienette -_-). When she came up with nothing she sighed. "Umm, s-same," she laughed nervously. Adrien ran a hand through his hair and chuckled. "I believe it's word, here," he corrected. She looked at him funny. "Huh?"

"It's 1995, isn't it? They don't say same. They say word. If we're stuck here we might as well blend in while we try to find a way out," he explained.

"Oh..." Marinette realized. "So you figured it out too, then?"

Adrien slowly nodded. She narrowed her eyes and leaned closer. "Why are your eyes all bloodshot?" She suddenly gasped. "Are you okay??"

"Erm, I...didn't get much sleep last night?"

Marinette furrowed her eyebrows. If his red eyes were from lack of sleep, he must've been up for a week now. Adrien then remembered he never fed Plagg yet. "I have to use the restroom. Meet me at the library in ten?" He requested. She nodded vigorously. "Of course!" She agreed with a salute. He laughed at her mannerisms, then walked away. She watched him in a daze until he disappeared around the corner. With a dreamy sigh, she spun around into someone only to bump heads with them, throwing them both off balance.

Papers flew everywhere, causing the mysterious owner to hastily kneel down and gather them up, as if trying to hide them. "I'm so sorry about that!" Marinette gasped. "It was an accident! Here, let me help." She got on her knees across from the boy and noticed his drawings. She caught a sketch of an elegant figure wearing a beautiful cocktail dress that was slim with frills adorning the elbow-length sleeves, along with a frilled turtle neck.

Out of curiosity, her pale fingers reached for the paper only to met someone else's. The two slowly lifted their gaze as their eyes locked. Her deep blue orbs fixed with a pair of soft silver ones. The boy immediately pushed up the rim of his glasses and shyly looked away as he withdrew his hand.

"Wow, did you draw this?? It's amazing!" Marinette awed, admiring the sketch. "It's simple and elegant, yet sophisticated at the same time!" The boy sheepishly looked up at her. "You really think so?" She studied his attire, taking his his neatly styled platinum hair and proper outfit of a light gray vest over a pale, lavender, button up flannel. There wasn't a single wrinkle in his black slacks, nor a scratch on his shined shoes.

Marinette beamed widely. "Think so? I know so! Believe it or not, I fashion design too," she informed sweetly. His face lit up at her words. "Really? I've....never met someone who was into designing like me," he replied, timidly averting her eyes with a small smile.

He displayed a puzzled expression when he noticed her cocking her head to the side as she eyed him strangely. "W-what is it?" He asked. "Do I have something on my face??" He quickly smeared at his cheek, but Marinette laughed lightheartedly and shook her head. "No, no," she assured. "You're fine, it's not that. I just swear that I've seen you somewhere..."

"Are you new here?" He inquired.

She hesitated, carefully choosing her words. "Yeah....I guess you can say that," she awkwardly chuckled as she bit her lip. She smiled warmly again, then extended her hand. The boy's hand shook a little before he accepted it. After she helped him to his feet, she giggled a little. Her gentle nature was somehow captivating, and he found he couldn't look away. "By the way, I'm Marinette. It's nice to meet you," she said sweetly, her soft hand still holding his. A deep blush spread across his cheeks as his mouth parted a little.

"A-Agreste....Gabriel Agreste...."

Mwahahahaaaaa and there's my entry for my second day of Christmas!! Stay tuned for part two which I should publish tomorrow if I wanna finish my gift of 12 Days of Christmas to y'all before New Years! Vote or comment & hope you liked!😄
~ Sapphire out