As Marinette boarded the train she felt as though she was escaping prison early on good behaviour. Finally she was on her way back home. Finally she was a fully trained Guardian and she couldn't be more thrilled. She was going home three hundred and one days after she left. She'd missed out on so much.

When she'd entered the temple on her first day of training she was stripped back to basics. The only things allowed in with her, were the Guardian box, her clothing and toiletries, and one home memorabilia. She'd chosen a picture of her friends. She missed them so much.

She was unable to contact anyone but her parents through a system they called Magic Mail. Her phone had been disintegrated out of existence. No technologies were allowed for the safety and secrecy of the Miraculous. She always knew her life wasn't normal, not since the day she met Tikki and was taken down by a boy in a black cat suit, but suddenly it took on a whole new meaning.

The night before Marinette left Paris she dropped a note explaining everything to Chat. After all he would be taking the role as main hero of Paris and it wouldn't have been fair to leave her partner without him knowing. She had been allowed to tell one Miraculous holder and her parents. That was it! If she hadn't have been able to tell Chat she could imagine feeling a lot different about her return. He was her best friend, her partner, her confident and her soul mate. She understood that now.

Marinette had to be covered just incase search parties were sent out after her. As Marinette looked out at the fields flashing past her, she remembered how that conversation had gone with her parents. To say they were shocked when she revealed she was the masked heroine, Ladybug, then that would definitely be an understatement. They freaked out! Big time! She was worried her papa was going to have a heart attack and end up in hospital.

She remembered how they constantly asked hundreds of questions; had she ever been hurt? Who else knows? Who's Chat Noir? Did she love him? ... She wished she could answer this question so much. Marinette wished she knew who her kitty was, She was so desperate to jump into his arms and give him a hug. It had been too long since she'd felt his warmth.

She missed him so much and couldn't wait to see him again! They'd gone from four years of seeing each other everyday and fighting alongside each other to no contact. The longer she was away, the more she missed him. Marinette missed her other friends too and hoped they would forgive her.

The Guardians were impressed with Marinette's skills, and it had taken six months less than expected to complete the master training. When she questioned it with the lead Guardian he'd expressed that she had incredible skill and would one day become a Master Guardian. Basically, it meant that she would remain Guardian in Paris, but if she wanted to have a second one, say a cute Kitty cat she'd been dreaming about, then he would become a Guardian too.

She didn't want to build her hopes up incase the next time she was called she failed the training, but if cat became Guardian too they could live together forever. They could have their three kids, a hamster and a nice house on the beach.

One of the most shocking trails came from holding Miraculous'. Most others could handle three or four, when it was realised how many powers Marinette could absorb at once they were shocked, especially as she could use them expertly and securely, especially when she linked with the mouse miraculous. As far as they knew, only a select few Miraculous holders in the past have had the skills to do it.

Apparently, Marinette's relationship with Chat was one of the main strengths to the skills. Even though most Ladybug and Chat Noirs end up as soul mates; her recent training showed that only selected couples can wield the miraculous', not all did it equally. The balance in Ladybug and Chat's relationship kept them strong, fierce and undefeated. Though it was never mentioned outright to her, it was hinted their connect was also strong out of transformation.

The journey to Paris wasn't as quick as Marinette would have liked it to be and she couldn't help her thoughts running over most of her friends. Over the past months Alya had been on her mind a lot. With Ladybug gone was the LadyBlog still going strong? And how were things between Alya and Nino? It even went as far as Marinette wondering if he had dropped to one knee yet and proposed. They were high school sweethearts and just a perfect match. She'd spoken to Tikki about them a few times only for the kwami to tell Marinette that she shouldn't dote on them too much, there was no clear evidence they were soul mates.

Oh, and of course she missed Adrien. The handsome beautiful Adrien Agreste. The development in her friendship with Adrien was now equal to what she had with Chat. They were her most favourite guys in the whole world, and the thought of seeing Adrien again still brought up butterflies in her stomach. Before she left he'd started to bulk out a bit, leaving all his teenage leanness behind. He was wonderful in every sense of the word.

She let out a relieved sigh as she closed her my eyes, leaning back in her chair. Marinette mentally began to prepare her list of what to do when she got home. The first thing was to buy a new phone. She had no idea of any of her friends numbers and no way to contact them else wise. Marinette knew she would be starting over again and she just prayed they'd all forgive her.

Item number two on the list was visit Alya. Marinette believed it was time, time to finally tell Alya who her idol was. In all honestly she wanted Chat to know first, but she'd done so much wrong by her best friend she needed to make it up to her. Yes you heard right, Marinette Dupain-Cheng aka Ladybug, is revealing her alter-ego identity to a friend. The past ten months allowed her to understand that others knowing wouldn't actually be a burden, it could be a help. Plus, it was the only way she could get a message to Chat.

Item three, see Chaton and give him a big hug, and finally let him see who she really was underneath the mask. In the perfect world, she believed he would then take her in his arms and kiss her, or in an even more perfect world he would reveal to be Adrien Agreste.

Talking about Adrien, item four is to get a job! Marinette had decided that for once in her life she was going to try and use her friends to help her. She was sending 'Gabriel' her portfolio and praying Adrien could help. The hope that having such a great contact already in the industry could be amazing for her, especially as she had no university degree or big experience to her name.

Item five, find a place to live. Marinette needed somewhere the kwami's could roam free away from her parents and other prying eyes. As much as Marinette loved her parents, they didn't need the added extra of the kwami's to make their life hell. With the additional food choices, plus the need to fly around constantly, having her own space would be ideal. Perhaps Adrien or Chat Noir would like a roommate?

No, bad thinking Marinette.

The final item on the list was to catch up with her old friends, especially Luka. He was another one she missed dearly, but he just didn't grab her thoughts as much as the blondes in her life did. He had always been there for her and she knew he loved her, one thing was now for certain though, she didn't love him back anything more than platonic. She never thought of hugging or kissing him the way she did his rivals.

"Now stopping at Gare de Nord station."

"Home, sweet, home." Marinette sighed, gathering together all of her belongings.

Stepping off the train she had her backpack slung over one shoulder and books held in the opposite arm. She couldn't take too much with her when she left due to spending most of training in transformation or in a Guardian robe, which she had to admit was one of the comfiest things she has ever worn. She liked them so much that Marinette sneaked one into her bag to bring home.

The books she had contained Miraculous combinations, power ups and skills that herself and Chat have yet to obtain. Apparently they would come with age and experience, but a bit of light reading into it wouldn't hurt.

There was also an additional manual for Chat Noir, it guided him incase something happened to her, and if she passed the test, also on how to be a second in command Guardian.

Of course, she also had her sketch book. Her new sketchbook. It had been gifted from the Guardians on her birthday and she treasured it. The folder it was in was beautiful and she found herself rubbing her hand over the cover often. Feeling each and every crevice of the amazing leather.

Marinette shook her hair before placing on her sunglasses and her fluffy pink earmuffs. The sun was bright for the beginning of December, and already stepping foot on French soil filled her with the Christmas Spirit. Obviously there were no hairdressers at the temple, so Marinette's trademark pigtails had to go. Her hair was now halfway down her back and her bangs no longer existed. She loved the hair length but hated the lack on bangs, perhaps they would be number five on her list to get sorted.

Stepping out of the metro station, Marinette took in the sights, sounds and smell's of Paris. It was still quite early in the morning, especially for a Sunday, and the excitement buzzed around her about surprising her parents. They knew she was back this weekend just not when. She couldn't take the smile off her face as she marches around the corner with a spring in her step.

Unfortunately, that spring ended with a flustered bluenette sprawled out across the cold floor. Books and bag thrown everywhere.

"I am so sorry."

That voice. For some reason, it was recognisable but she couldn't place it. It was deep and comforting, and she couldn't help the shiver run down her spine.

"It's ok, I'm used to it." Luckily the earmuffs stayed firmly placed on her head, along with the sunglasses over her eyes.

Thank you Tikki, I needed the good luck!

"Let me help you." The deep voice was male and very sexy. The man held out his hand and without a second thought she placed hers in it. A jolt of electricity went through her veins and her heart picked up, accelerating to a tremendous speed. Who was this guy?

Brushing herself down and neatened her pink skirt she noticed the tall gentleman was helping to collect together her scattered books. She watched panic-stricken as he began to look at one suspiciously. Turning it forwards and backwards with a crease placed upon his forehead.

Considering she felt so happy and warm a minute ago now a sheer uncomfortableness took over her body as she watched his scrutiny of the books. It seemed he wasn't just curious, he was suspicious. As if he knew what they were. But that couldn't be the case, could it? Only Ladybug and Chat would know they were Miraculous books.

"Oh, that's errrmmm ... something I'm reading for ... errrmmm ... work? I love ancient Chinese Gods." What a pathetic response, well done Marinette. Welcome back.

"It looks ... interesting. What is it about?" If we weren't wearing sunglasses, she was quite certain he would be staring into her soul. As he bent down again she managed to catch a quick flicker of green. Green eyes? How unusual?

She looked him over. His glass blocked access to seeing his eyes and his hair was covered by a black beanie hat. She was sure she could see stands of gold trying to escape around the edge of his face. His smile was bright and wide, with perfectly white teeth in between perfect peach lips. He was tall. Very tall. With amazingly broad shoulders ... this guy must work out. A lot.

"It's about ..." Marinette looked around trying to think of an idea, "it's about ..." come on Marinette. "Possessed flying creatures?" Snorts were heard from two places. One was Tikki, but the other? It came from the man. Not actually from him, but from on him?

"Well, I'm really sorry for knocking you down. Would I be able to apologise by taking you out for coffee?"

Marinette looked the man up and down. There was something so familiar about him. It felt like she knew him, like, really knew him. The feelings in her body were relaxed and heightened at the same time. He was really beautiful.

"Unfortunately I'm just heading home. You see I've been away for a long time and haven't really had chance to keep in contact with anyone."

"That sounds a bit like prison." He said, a bright, perfect smile appeared on his face.

"It sure felt like it." She smiled back before shaking herself out of the daze. "I best go. It was nice meeting you, and thank you for helping me."

She turned and began to walk away mentally face palming herself. Possessed flying creatures? What the hell was that?

"Wait. Excuse me." Stopping and turning in her tracks she looked at Mr Handsome again.

"Would it errmmm ..." Oh my, he was stuttering, her heart went into overdrive. "If possible, perhaps I could take you out for coffee some other time? Could I have your number at all?"

"My - my number?"

"Yes, your phone number. I could drop you a text and we could arrange a meet?" He asked, walking towards her again. That stride, she knew that stride.

"I don't actually have a phone."

"You sure you weren't in prison." Marinette wholeheartedly laughed and she could tell that was the response he was looking for. He smiled back at her with that gorgeous smile. His teeth were so perfect, and so white. He almost looked as though he could be a model.

"Here." He dug around in his pockets and extracted a pen and piece of paper. He wrote something on it. "This is my number. When you get a new phone drop me a text." She took it out of his hand and slipped it into her coat pocket smiling back at him, and nodded.

"Sure. See you around handsome." She turned back and began to walk away ... at speed.

Why did I say that? The blush on her face was heating her right to the core.

Ten minutes home and already she was glad to be back in Paris.