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My Last Thoughts are of You

skaylanphear

Summary: When a freak accident sends Marinette into critical condition, the only thing she can think about is Chat Noir. She wasn’t going to make it and someone had to tell him. Otherwise, he’d never know what had happened to her–why his lady had never returned. And, as it just so happens, Adrien is there with her near the end, so she decides that he can take the message to Chat just as well as anyone.

No character death, I promise.

It was ironic, really, that this, of all things, would be her end. She willingly put herself in danger every other day, swinging around Paris with little regard for her safety. Yet this, an accident on an ordinary day—with no akuma in sight—would be her last.

Ladybug would just be gone, and no one would know to where.

She took in a sharp breath, eyes wide as she saw the bumper of the truck headed her way. She saw the man behind the wheel too, the way he was gaping, frantically trying to turn the truck away from her. But it was too late, there was no room. That other car had pulled out into the street when it shouldn’t have and he’d swerved. And now his truck was headed right for her section of the sidewalk.

She had a bag of cookies in her hands—from her parents’ bakery. Her parents. They were going to be so upset. Heartbroken. She felt guilty for that.

And for Alya, Nino, and Adrien too, who were standing on the other side of the street, waiting for her.

Just as the truck was on her, she flicked her gaze their way. Nino was yelling, gesturing, and Alya had her hands up by her lips, horror flashing over her face. And Adrien, he was stepping forward, mouth open in a shout as though he would actually be able to warn her in time.

He was moving out into the street, but hadn’t looked both ways. He should have—that was dangerous.

His eyebrows were pulling together above his brilliant green eyes. It wasn’t a bad sight, especially for her last one.

Green eyes.

Chat. Chat had green eyes too.

Who would tell Chat?

Like the impact had been a pinprick in a balloon of sound, it all came rushing through her at once. The screeching brakes; the impact that sent her flying. The gasps of dismay by onlookers and how Alya was screaming her name. Tikki, too, who was sent flying, caught in her broken purse and unable to get out.

It was sunny, she could see. The sky was blue. And her body was crumbling.

Someone would have to tell Chat.

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