Thomas bit his lip as he walked down the street, his eyes stinging with tears, in torn clothes with his hair in ratty strands, his journal in his hand with bruises covering his thin body. He should have never opened that door. But how would he have known Evan was waiting at the door with a broken vodka bottle in his hand. His lips grew white and cracked and slept more as he walked barefooted down the street.

"And LadyBeetle was so calm and got all of the kids out of the bus before it crashed into the river. It was so awesome!" Emma smiled as her and Adrien turned the corner, Thomas falling against the wall and grunting as his back hit the brick. Adrien laughed lightly, soon seeing Thomas and him and Emma walking to him.

"Hey," Thomas cracked his eye open and jumped, shielding his arms over his head and shivering. "It's Adrien, Adrien Agreste, Thomas," he slowly lowered his arms. "What happened to you?"

"W-Would you believe me if I got robbed?"

"I wouldn't," Emma held her hand out to him and he slowly took it, her helping him up. "Why don't we get you home and-"

"I-I can't go home," Thomas shook his head. "N-Not yet."

"Chloe has to be worried about you Thomas." Adrien crossed his arms as Thomas continued to shake his head.

"S-S-She n-never cares. O-Only if I miss a class and she definitely won't care if I don't show up for a few days."

"I know Chloe and she would care," Adrien sighed. "But you don't feel safe going home we'll take you to our place. I think I might have clothes that'll fit you." Adrien gently placed his hand on his back and walked down the street to his car, getting Thomas and Emma in before driving home.

˚ºTwo Days Laterº˚

Adrien stood by his window, his phone held up to his ear as the person on the other end let out a shaky breath. "When can I have my son Adrien."

"When he feels comfortable to go home Chloe. He's messed up right now because you let that monster of a man into that building." Adrien stuffed his hand into his pocket.

"I got a restraining order on Evan and Officer Roger has him in prison for years for possible manslaughter," Chloe paced her room, her hair in oily stands on her head, her makeup scattered on her desk and her clear light freckles on her nose scattered like stars in the sky. "Can I at least go over and see him?"

Adrien sighed. "Sure. Emmas at school so you would get time to talk. I've been letting him stay in a guest room but I would always find him on the couch wide awake at three am."

Chloe went silent. "Are you taking your medication?"

"Of course I am Chloe, I have been since my Mother left. My sleeping problem is under control."

"I'm just worried about Thomas," Chloe's voice was shaking. "What's he doing now?"

"Marinette took him out on a shopping trip for fabric or something."

"Can I come over now?"

"Sure," Adrien sighed and Chloe hung up. In a few minutes she was standing at Adriens doorway and he let her in, her sitting on the couch and him across from her. "Your hair," she looked at Adrien. "You never have it down."

"I'm also not wearing makeup, something else I never do," Chloe rolled her eyes. "I'm worried about Thomas."

"I get that."

"No I'm really, really worried about him, Adrien," Chloe shakily sighed. "Olivia was fine when she was born. She was healthy and cried loudly but when Thomas came first, he was blue and was barely breathing. I thought I would loose him but he was fine," Chloe trailed off, meeting Adriens eyes. "He never sleeps now. I always go down to check on them and he's always wide awake somewhere in that apartment and Olivia tells me he's taking his medication but I've never seen him sleep once. Not in all the years he was living with me."

"Maybe you need to get a stronger medication."

"I've tried that," Chloe sighed. "It does nothing, if anything it makes it worse." She leaned her head on her hand, keeping her elbow on the armrest.

"Well," she looked at Adrien. "Well maybe the medications the problem. A substance in it could be keeping him awake. My Father had to switch me a couple times before I fell asleep at night."

Chloe hummed. "Do you miss her?" Adrien looked at her. "Your mom?'

"Do you miss yours?"

"Always. Now answer my question."

Adrien pursed his lips before sighing. "Sometimes. She left, and that's her fault but she was like my best friend, it's hard not to imagine her here, but it's also hard to imagine her not here. I just, moved on."

Chloe scoffed lightly. "Would you miss me if I disappeared?"

"You'll never disappear Chloe," Adrien sighed. "Are you still taking your anti-depressants?" She bit her lip. "Chloe..."

"I-I don't need them." Her voice was about to break.

"Yes, you do Chloe. Depression runs in your family, you need those pills like I need mine," the door opened and Adrien sighed as Marinettes loud greeting filled the house. "Now go help me unpack all the shit they got before I get yelled at for having a girl over." Chloe lightly giggled and followed Adrien out of the living room and to Marinetets office on the other end of the house.

Thomas slowly set down the crate of fabric in Marinettes office as she put down two more. She smiled at him and he kept his eyes on the ground. "I don't bite," Marinette giggled as Thomas slowly brought his head up. "You can look me in the eye."

"S-Sorry."

"Hey," she cupped his cheek. "Your Dads in jail now. No worries there and Chloe-your Moms, a great person underneath all of her strict rules and business stuff. And very pretty without makeup." She let go of his cheeks and started to fold the fabric.

"She always wears makeup."

"Well Adrien showed me a picture of her without it when we were younger. I could show you if you'd like." Marinette smiled as she continued to fold the fabrics.

"N-No thank you Ma'am," Adrien slightly knocked on the door making him jump. Thomas looked at Chloe behind him and Marinette looked at the door as well. "She's right."

"What?" Adrien chuckled as Thomas had his eyes fixed on Chloe.

"N-Nothing." Thomas brought his head down while Marinette giggled.

"I said Chloe was pretty without makeup," Marinette sighed softly. "Now help me idiot." She nudged Adrien and he laughed and helped her.

˚ºTwo Hours Laterº˚

Chloe studied Thomas as he shifted on the couch. "Olivia's worried about you."

"Sorry."

"Don't be,"Chloe giggled softly. "You did the right thing, to fight back."

"I didn't, Mama," Thomas met Chloe's eyes. "I didn't fight. He just, abused me."

"Well I'm still proud of you for protecting yourself," Thomas breathing hitched in his throat as tears streamed down his cheeks. "Oh Tommy." She reached over and gently rubbed her thumb against his cheek, him hitting her hand away.

"P-Please just leave..." His lips quivered. "Leave!" He shouted.

"No," Chloe stood her ground. "Not until you say what's wrong."

"Leave!" He screamed again as he curled into a ball, wincing and flinching at every small move and sound. "I-I-I'm sorry..." His voice was barely audible.

Chloe wrapped her arms around her son as he cried, slowly unraveling and holding her back, crying into her shoulder. "Don't be Tommy. I love you, okay. I love you now, I love you forever, forever and always your mommy I'll be."

"C-Can I stay here longer?"

"As long as it's okay with the Agrestes." She remember asking the same question to her father repeatedly and getting the same answer.

"It's alright Thomas," Marinette smiled. "Stay here as long as you need."

˚ºThat Nightº˚

Thomas sat on the couch, the clock ticking behind him as he wrote his story. Adrien walked down the stairs and looked at the boy. "Hey Thomas," Adriens voice was soft but still made him jump. "What're you doing up so late?"

"I-I don't really sleep." Thomas hunched into his journal, mesmerized by the unfinished word Adrien interrupted him in. Adrien walked into the kitchen and grabbed two mugs, making hot chocolate and handing Thomas one.

"What're you writing?" Adrien took a sip of his drink and Thomas let the book rest on his lap.

"A-A story. I-It's not done yet and I don't r-really w-want anyone reading it y-yet." Adrien hummed as Thomas took a sip of the coco, the sound of the clock buzzing in their ears.

"How long have you not be able to sleep?"