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Sorry for the long delay... finals, my fathers wedding, and lots of stress occurred all at once, plus this is a long chapter. There is some violence, and a few characters get attacked, so cation haha. i can answer all questions though ☺

Jordan taunts Chloe to get back at her attack on him and Marinette. Jordan, Marinette and Ayla are assigned to do a project and Ayla learns more about Jordan and Lance instead of helping. Due to Lances need to not be alone, students get attacked. Can Jordan save them before its too late? when will we see Lady Bug and Chat? Soon... like next chapter soon

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Loud music played as Marinette entered the school courtyard. She went next to Alya who was leaning over the rail. Someone was break-dancing in the center of the court, and they were amazing. They wore a hooded vest and plain black jeans with normal shoes, all black, with green stitching. A tattoo was visible on their left shoulder. It was Jordan, and he was break dancing for a very flustered Chloe.

“…Is that Jordan…?” Marinette asked, very audibly confused.

“YES.” Alya about shouted “He’s been dancing for that… that bitch!” Alya gripped the railing almost bending it.

“…B-but…” Marinette’s mind raced a million miles an hour.

“I hate it when he does this…” Lance said, he came in between the girls. “He’s not flirting with her, or hitting on her… he’s taunting her…” both girls looked at him confused. “He’s always been naturally good at everything he does, and flirting is no exception. I have a bit of a story to tell you two… before we were here we were in Shanghai, I had a business opportunity and he wanted to go to china so it worked out. We got a house and decided to stay there for a time.

Well there was a girl in his class, she really like him, but she was by no means popular, or come from a rich family. She never shared her feelings with anyone until one day, during a school festival, he talked to her. She very nervously asked him out. He said yes.” Lance smile as he watched Jordan pop and lock. “it we both of their first dates… and what a first date it was. They painted the town red, going everywhere, trying everything and just having a good old time. She really liked him, and he was starting to get feelings for her.

Well… Jun Lee, the popular girl… got jealous. Her having decided to marry him when they were done with school, and invite everyone to this big wedding she had planned. Did not like that he took this girl out. So her and the other girls in her class cornered her… they took scissors and chopped off all her hair, ripped up her clothes, beat her to a pulp and told her that she was a disgrace, that she would never bring honor to her family… to stay away from Jordan… and she did. Never returning to school again.

Jordan found out. It took about a week… he went to her house and she wouldn’t see him, but her mother told him everything. He bowed to her, apologizing for what happened. The next day he went up to Jun Lee, and asked her out… which was odd to me. But he had planned the whole thing out… except he didn’t know how fragile she was.” Lance shook his head. “They dated for a while, something like three weeks, the whole time she just fell more in love with him… until one day, she went to kiss him. He backed away, pushing her as well, saying ‘How could I kiss someone whose soul is as black as your hair… who has a stone for a heart…’ and he left her there.

She never recovered from that… it wasn’t that harsh, but it was to her. He felt he had paid her back for what she did… but she never returned to school… and about a week later… the girl committed suicide.” Alya and Marinette both looked at Lance. “He didn’t mean that to happen… obviously… and her father was my business partner… apparently he was promising Jordan to her the whole time, which was why we came there… according to him. We moved… The next day…” He looked at Marinette “Chloe must have done something to really piss him off… not that he wants her dead… but he wants to teach her not to mess with him…” both girls nodded, as they looked back down in the court.

“I wonder what she did…” Alya said softly, Lance nudged her and motioned toward the infirmary, she nodded and walked toward it. Lance whistled loudly, Jordan looked up, they exchange a long stare, and Jordan nodded. He shut off the music and left, playfully nodding to Chloe. Lance shook his head and walked into the infirmary where Alya was looking at all of his posters.

“You really like cats huh.” She said as he walked in.

“Well who doesn’t?” Lance shot, “So… this is between us… because Marinette cannot know.” He sat down and looked at Alya who took a seat in front of him. Lance pulled out some files and set them on his desk. “You all were at the same amusement park last night correct?” Alya nodded. “… Well at approximately 20:00 several thugs from a… local gang… attacked Jordan and Marinette… they were there for a reason.” Alya leaned forward intently.

“They were Hired… by miss Bourgeois.” Alyas eyes widened. “We are not sure if she was aware of how dangerous those people were… or are, we are investigating it over the police… and for the mean-time, Chloe is… just on our shit-list… we can’t persecute her for fear of what will happen to the mayor… and at this time we need the mayor both on our side… and in office.”

“That explains why Jordan was taunting her… that bitch…” She looked away, “…what exactly… are you guys…?” she asked.

“We… are many things…” Lance said, he brought his hands up to his face, lacing his fingers together. “I’ll tell you more later, as will Jordan, as you gain our trust… but for now… just keep an eye out for anything suspicious… and if you think I need to know, tell me.” Lance handed her a card with his contact information on it.

“Alright…” Alya said, she was still processing what all happened.

“Only me, please do not post these things to the world… there are people that will use that to do a lot of harm… and keep it very much between us… information is dangerous in the wrong hands, even ignorant hands… we trust you this far… so far” Lance smiled, Alya nodded. “…Time for class.” Alya got up and left.

It started to sink in just how tired Jordan really was. He yawned, something very unusual for him, as he opened his locker getting his stuff, and exchanging his clothes. ‘today’s gonna suck…’ he thought as he went into class. Marinette beamed at him as he walked in. He smiled back.

“Good morning.” He said very politely. ‘she looks ok… even after that…’ He was now regretting what he did this morning.

“Good morning.” She replied, her voice very solid and unbroken.

‘Since when could she talk to me with such confidence?’ Jordan thought, Alya must have either been on the same brain wave, or read Jordan’s mind. Because she looked at her like she had a leech on her face, then shrugged at Jordan.

Class was unusually boring, Jordan found it hard to stay awake. Not even drawing was helping. He looked around the room, seeing that he wasn’t the only one suffering from this lesson. He looked outside the window hoping to see something interesting. Something was walking around the inner court of the school, aimlessly. It didn’t look human, or even anything from around here. Jordan’s neck stiffened as he probed the room for a reason to leave. ‘I need to take care of this before class ends.’ Nothing came to his mind. He stared getting a little frantic.

“You alright dude?... you need to go to the rest-room?” Ivan asked, looked at him oddly.

“Uh…yes!” Jordan almost exclaimed. “Miss, Miss Bustier. May I use the water closet?” Jordan asked, she looked at him oddly and nodded.

“Hurry.” She replied looking at the clock. Jordan got up and left in a hurry, Marinette had a concerned look on her face.

Jordan ran as fast as he could, looking for whatever was roaming. He felt his deficiency really kicking in, as he wasn’t as fast as he normally could be. He looked down at his watch, hoping to have been done by now, as he rounded a corner. His fears were confirmed, a student lay dead, several strange wounds on their body.

“Crap…” Jordan whispered, he went over to them checking vitals. “…I barely have enough energy to bring them back.” He sighed doing math as quickly as he could in his head. ‘the wounds aren’t too bad… I guess I have no choice.’

He muttered an incantation, a dim green glow covered both him and the student and the student began rising. It was as if Jordan hit the rewind button on the student as the wounds slowly disappeared and their soul returned to their body. He did a quick check to make sure everything was in order as the student stood there. Jordan placed his hand on his head

“Don’t worry… Your memory will return… excluding the attack… a-and this…” he struggled to say. The student absentmindedly nodded and walked off looking around as if they were extremely lost. Jordan smiled and began walking back to class, coming back into view of the class rooms. He stumbled, grasping for a rail he thought was close by, and collapsed.

Marinette came running from the class, trying not to attract attention. She was looking out into the courtyard and saw him stumbling and falling over. She started panicking, not knowing what to do. She looked up frantically, debating whether or not to call out for help. When she saw Lance walking toward them. He stopped looking down at them, he was chewing on some sort of food.

“Did you finally kiss him…?” He said to Marinette, who gave a very mixed frantic, pissed, concerned and embarrassed look. “It was a joke…” he said bending down to pick Jordan up. “Come with me, I could use your help.” He said and they went to the infirmary. He laid Jordan in a bed, and took his shirt off, Marinette trying not to watch. “Can you pull the covers over him, I need to tell your teacher where the two of you are.” Marinette nervously nodded as Lance left.

She gingerly pulled a blanket over him, her face telling a story of guilt. “You dumb idiot… you pushed yourself too hard last night…” she said, having no idea what really happened. She sat there looking down at him for what felt like an eternity.

“You know; he might catch fire if you look at him hard enough.” Lance stated, Marinette jumped several feet in the air. “He’s fine, he just has a rare form of hypoglycemia, this happens when he gets too excited… saying he hasn’t had his medicine.” Lance came over hooking several wires up and stringing them around Jordan. He pulled out a clear pouch with a strange blue liquid inside it. He hung it up by the bed and inserted the needle connecting it to Jordan’s right arm. He then hooked Jordan up to all the wires and began checking his vitals. “Yeah, he’s going to be fine now.” Lance smiled at her, “can I leave him with you?” She nodded. “Ok, push this button if things happen that aren’t supposed to.” He pointed to a button on the wall on the other side of the bed Jordan was in. He left the room, scribbling on a clipboard.

Jordan woke up after a few moments, looking around dazed. Marinette smiled as he looked up at her, he chuckled. “What happened?”

“I saw you passed out in the middle of the court…” Marinette replied.

“Oh… opps.”

“You need to be more careful… Lance told me about your Hypoglycemia…?”

“Oh did he?”

“Yes…” she looked super worried. “…You pushed yourself too hard last night…”

“… Yeah…” Jordan lied, “I’m sorry to have worried you.” He sat up slightly, their eyes meeting “Marinette… I will never let anyone touch you…” he said, they were very close to each other.

“…I was worried about you all night… that you were hurt and hiding it…” She confessed, all of her worry spilling out, tears slowly followed. “…I just…”

“Hey…” Jordan whispered, “I’m sorry… about yesterday, those guys were… looking for a fight I guess.”

“You sure showed them not to mess with you.” She smiled, “Thank you for protecting me…” he raised his left hand gently cupping her face in his palm. “…I thought you said no one would touch me,” she joked after a moment, Jordan was caught completely off guard.

“Uhhh, well I meant like… bad… guys” Jordan said, his face turning red. The distance between them started closing.

“Well… let’s hope…” Marinette started whispering. “You’re not a bad guy…” and she kissed him, lightly, as his hand sliding around her head, softly tangling in her hair.

Outside the infirmary, almost the entire class, except sabrina and Chloe, were peeking through the window on Jordan and Marinette. Lance walked up sucking the last bit of soda from his drink. He just laughed at everyone peeping, each student having varying levels of ‘fan girl’ except Adrien, who was getting more and more pissed off.

“… Room for another?” Lance asked, just loud enough that everyone jumped. Alya waved her hand trying to get Lance to be quiet. Lance looked in to the room and raised his eyebrows. He laughed as he checked his watch. Everyone’s attention turned back into the room, as Lance walked in. They instantly separated, trying to find some way to cover up what just happened.

“Well… Jordan…” Lance spoke softly in English. “Why did you use Necromancy?”

“A student died… I was going to investigate the cause… but I kinda passed out.” He replied in English, Marinette looked back and forth as if she understood what they were talking about. “I guess I do need to take it a bit easier…”

“Eh… I’ve been planting flowers all over… and that pen will keep you pretty perky… just don’t forget about it…” Lance looked down at his clip board. “You guys can… go to lunch if you want, you both have time, I cleared it with your teachers. You’ll just have to make up class in study hall, or whatever they call it here.” He said in French so Marinette could understand.

“Ok” Marinette somehow found her voice, her face was so pink her pants were jealous.

“By the by… you owe me for the mess I cleaned up last night.”

“Thanks Dad… I’ll pick you up something nice.” Jordan replied. ‘I guess I’m really getting use to calling him that’ he laughed in his head.

“By the way… the peanut gallery out here says hello.” Lance said as he left. They looked at each other and just laughed.

“Well that could have been worse.” Jordan said shaking his head, their classmates scrambling away hoping they weren’t seen.

“How?” Marinette giggled.

“Could have been your parents.” Jordan chuckled, Marinette giggled in agreement. Jordan carefully pulled the now empty Mana I.V. out of his arm and looked for a bandage. Marinette went around the bed and grabbed one. She tenderly placed it over the small hole in his arm smiling.

“Yeah, I think my Dad would probably kill you… though it may be a close fight.” She smirked up at him. “I haven’t really told my parents about you…” she admitted.

“That’s ok… Lance likes to be… over baring…” Jordan casually said, “It can be annoying but… it does make things interesting.” He pulled off the covers revealing his naked chest. “…you guys took off my shirt?” he said into his bare chest. Marinette went some new discovered shade of pink. Frantically handing him his shirt without looking at him, almost punching him in the face. He laughed and put it on.

“So… may I treat you to lunch?” he asked her.

“I would love too.” She nodded, color in her face returning back to normal.

*~*~*

Alya hid her smile until Marinette told her. They both squealed as silently as they could in class. Jordan needed to get his French lit book, and some other things, allowing Marinette to essentially, kiss and tell. Adrien was very visibly pissed; Nino was trying to calm him down with no success. However, Marinette and Alya were too distracted to notice.

Jordan ran into class right as the bell rang. He was holding some sort of American snack, gummy bears, his book and his odd tablet. Marinette blushed when she saw him, he chuckled in response. He leaped into his seat and got everything ready for class in one move. Miss Bustier got up and began class.

Alya’s mind wondered to everything she learned today. Thankfully the schools wifi allowed research, at least enough that she was able to look into what Lance told her. At first, all she found were things she already knew, or trivial things. However, in some of the sites, Jordan was with a short blond girl, who could be Marinettes twin except her hair, and her name was well hidden. As soon as she found her name, Alexandria, she found something else associated with it, Lycoris.

Her curiosity grew, as she looked both up at the same time. The search on Alexandra didn’t yield any notable results. But Lycoris, was a field day of information. Several destroyed cities popped up on an image search, the red spider lily having been tagged on several walls and monuments, all laying in ruin. The flower itself was growing like weeds throughout the cities. She narrowed her search to ‘destroyed cities Lycoris.’ Even more images of these cities popped up, only now, there were some with an amount of carnage. She switched back to sites about them, each one was a different conspiracy,

“What are you doing?” Marinette whispered, leaning over to see what she was looking up. Alya was practically sweating seeing what was happening on her search.

“Oh… uhhh…” Alya replied. “I got a lead about Laybug.” She replied, she put her phone face down on the desk, careful to close her web browser. Marinette very obviously tried hiding her fear and showed mild interest. Jordan looked up, giving a very suspicious look to Alya, He pulled out his phone and texted Lance.

‘What did you do…?’ Jordan sent.

‘What ever do you mean Bro-tato chip.’ Lance replied.

‘Alya was looking us up, Teddy Bro-sevelt.’

‘I told her what was up. Bro-tien shake.’

‘Why?’

‘Well… She’s trustable, I looked into her record from our database this morning. We can let her know more than everyone else… Plus she can help calm people down, I mean it’s not like crazy things happen around us all the time.’

‘I hope you know what you’re doing… Bro-seph Smith.’

‘You know it John-Jacob, Jingle-Hiemer- Schmitt.’

Jordan put his phone away shaking his head. ‘that idiot…’ he thought as he returned his attention to class.

“So we are going to have a group study project, due this next Friday. This will be an oral report on your choice off the list being pasted out.” She looked around the room. “Since our Foreign exchange student and miss Dupain-Chang are already acquainted, why don’t you two and Alya form a group?”

A small, yet very bright light descended down from heaven, resting upon Marinette, a hallelujah chorus in the background. Alya nudged her more than just once trying to snap her out of it, but both Jordan and Alya nodded. The rest of the class shooting either a ‘congratulations’ look or some sort of death stare.

“We can do that.” Jordan said.

“We are so all over that.” Alya agreed. Miss Bustier giggled, knowing exactly what was going on, Lance having told her.

“I have been told to tell you, Jordan, not to do the whole thing.” Miss Bustier stated, she folded her arms, “Also that I should be much harsher on your grade.” This snapped Marinette out of her trance. Horror now displayed on her face. Jordan just smiled.

“Sounds good to me.” Jordan replied, he smirked widely and both girls whipped around giving him either a death stare or looking like he killed Tikki. They knowing exactly how harsh she can be on her grades.

“I expect great things from you guys.” She gave a very natural smile, that looked like Satan himself was mocking Alya and Marinette.

“We got this guys… let’s get together every night after school… we have a few days for it.” Jordan leaned forward. “It won’t be as bad as you think.” He reassured them. Neither girl was convinced.

“I have a thing tonight…” Alya said slowly, “So I’ll come tomorrow, if that’s ok.”

“Sounds good to me,” Jordan replied. Marinette looked oddly at her, Alya gave her a ‘you owe me’ look and Marinette looked confused. She didn’t know that 90% of the class saw what happened in the infirmary. Alya suddenly remembering this shook her head.

“I’ll tell you later… there is a book I need to pick up.” Alya explained.

“There is a huge Library in the place Lance and I are staying at.” Jordan said, he pulled out a card and a piece of paper. He scribbled down an address and handed both to Alya, “Give this card to the guy at the counter, he’ll send you to where you need to go.” Alya looked at the address and winced.

“Man, no wonder you got lost coming here.” She laughed looking up at him. “Thanks.” She smiled warmly.

School could not end fast enough, for almost anyone, even the teachers seemed bored. That final bell rang life back into everyone, as they all left to continue their day. Alya waved to Jordan and Marinette as she headed straight toward Jordan’s ‘place’.

Jordan and Marinette started to mosey toward her house, since she lived considerably closer. Chloe radiated pissed off, having been under the impression he wanted to be with her. Slowly but surely they left the normal crowd of students and entered the normal crowd of people. Jordan stretched, placing his arms behind his head, he looked up as they walked, watching the clouds gently float by.

“You ok?” Marinette asked.

“Hmmm” Jordan responded, having not realized he was drifting along. “Yeah… just got my head in the clouds.” He smiled at her. They stopped at the cross walk waiting for the light to turn, across form Marinette’s family bakery. She nervously leaned against him.

“Hey Mom, I have a friend over.” Marinette called as she entered the bakery. It was surprisingly slow today, there was only one customer.

“The hell are you doing here…” Jordan said in English to Lance.

“Getting French bread.” He responded. Both Jordan and Marinette were both surprised to see Lance in the bakery. “This is about the only place that sells it in all of France it would seem.”

“Have you been to another bakery?” Jordan asked stupidly.

“I went to a market…” Lance admitted.

“Well… there is your problem.” Jordan wondered around browsing all the selections of bread.

“You two know each other?” Sabine asked, she too was very confused.

“OH… uhhh… Mom. You remember Jordan right?” Marinette nervously asked.

“From your date right?”

“Y-yes…” Marinette started blushing as her mom’s face lit up. “He… as well as Alya… is my partner for a group project…” Lance raised an eyebrow at her smiling widely. “…and this is Lance, Leon, his father, and world famous… fashion designer.” She debated saying everything, but wanted more than anything to hide in her room, with Jordan.

“Yes, I am.” Lance said, turning to Sabine, now holding a very long loaf of French Bread. Jordan walked behind him holding a cherry filled pastry. “Do you speak Mandarin?” Lance asked in mandarin.

“I do!” Sabine replied, in mandarin. “Do you?” she turned to Jordan.

“I like to think I do.” Jordan replied, also in mandarin. “Lance and I lived there for a few years, so we learned how to speak like them.”

“I’m impressed; you speak very good mandarin.” Sabine replied, as they both checked out. As soon as Jordan was finished, she nearly pushed him toward her room.

“Ahh… Times a-wasting.” She said nervously, she had several thoughts as to where the conversation could go in Chinese and none of them sounded pleasant.

“You behave Jordan… remember to let her do some of the work.” Lance said, switching back to French.

“I will…” Jordan replied, rolling his eyes. He waved to Lance as both Marinette and Jordan disappeared into her room.

“Thank you Mrs. Dupain-Cheng.” Lance said.

“Your boy is very charming.” She replied.

“Yeah, he’s a good kid alright, just beware of sarcasm.” Lance laughed. “He speaks that better then French or Mandarin.” They both laughed as Lance left.

“Please come again.”

Marinette threw her bag on her bed, she looked around her room remembering all the Adrien cut outs, and giant Jagged stone poster. She thought to take them all down, but Jordan was already looking around.

“Adrien eh?” Jordan chuckled.

“Ha ha… yeah…” she embarrassingly admitted.

“It’s cute.” Jordan said as he set his stuff down, pulling out his tablet, “You definitely have a small crush on him huh.”

“Jealous?” she shot, Jordan just chuckled.

“Posters with my modeling are published here… yet.”

“Then I’ll have to add some more to my wall.” She sat down next to him. He held up his tablet so she could see it, he had the paper list already digitalized and pulled up. “So… which should we do?”

“Well considering my Dads interference and how serious Miss Bustier sounded… We should to a digital/oral presentation. I’m thinking we do a biography on a famous author or poet and their works.”

*~*~*

It took almost an hour for Alya to find the building. Mostly because she was not expecting it to be what it was. She stared up at it for a long time, it was tall, taller than the broadcasting building. She entered it cautiously, the lobby was huge. She approached the front desk and handed the secretary the card Jordan gave her. She was pointed down the hall where an elevator door opened up. They lived on the top floor, which felt like a ten-minute elevator ride. She knocked on the only door in the new hallway.

The door opened, Lance stood on the other side, holding a large sandwich. “Oh hey, you’re here.” He moved aside letting her in. “Jordan texted me saying you had a book or something you wanted to look up.” He motioned to her down a hall, crumbs falling from his hero sandwich. He opened a door to a huge Library. “We have books you won’t find anywhere else” Alya looked around amazed at the size of the library, it rivaled the public library in size. “Anything I can help you find?”

“I have a few questions…” Alya said, still in awe of the library.

“Well to start off, we own the building… Jordan and I live up here, the bottom floors are our Paris branch.” Lance took a bite. “We handle a lot, too much for one afternoon.”

“Who’s we?” Alya looked over at him.

“We… are a lot of things.” Lance started.

“What can you tell me about Alex… and Lycoris.” Alya said slowly.

“Ha…Ha… you dug pretty deep didn’t you?”

“Yeah… it’s a habit of mine.”

“Well… I’ll tell you about one today.”

“Lycoris… I want to know more about them… I don’t think Alex is… in the picture anymore.” Alya turned to lance. “Right…?”

“The short story is yes. She is not in the picture right now…” Lance folded his arms. “… she disappeared…” Lance said, he walked around browsing the books, after a while he returned with one. It was huge, old, dusty and had a dark red flower on the cover.

“Lycoris… they are not a happy story…” Lance motioned to follow him. He led the way to the front room. It was huge and very open. Windows stretched the entirety of south and west walls displaying the entire city of Paris. The room was divided by a level slightly lower than the other with three stairs between them. There was a round couch near the window corner, a round table in the center of it. The couch was sunk in the floor a few inches. There was a painter’s easel in front of the south window wall, facing the Eiffel tower.

On the north side of the room was a full kitchen, it was about a fourth the size of the room, but it had everything Alyas Mom had in her professional one. There was fresh fruit on an island counter in the center of the kitchen. Everything was a cobalt and shined in the sunlight. The whole room was very modern, almost science fiction. Lance walked over to the couch and jumped over the back, Alya followed, sitting across from him.

“Ok, so… the Lycoris…” Lance started, he opened the book on the coffee table and span it around facing her. There was an ominous red flower, surrounded by a strange circle made of words she couldn’t decipher. “The requirements to become a member are as follows; commit an unpardonable crime and be invited by a member… pretty simple right? There are some exceptions, not many, but pretty much… they are a group of bad guys…” Alya looked up and nodded. “They are everywhere… most of the worlds extreme terrorism can be blamed on them.”

“Last year’s bombing...?” Alya asked.

“Yup… the sad thing about them is they can be in other groups as well as Lycoris…” Lance sat back, “They are intelligent, knowing how a lot of the world works, as well as how governments work. They have rigged many elections and crippled others… the biggest problem is their size, for every member on the task force against them, there is probably forty to fifty thousand on the Lycoris side.” Alya’s eyes widened. “You see… it’s difficult to fight pure evil… these maniacal, cute villains that popped up here in France, are nothing compared to these guys. Even I’ve shrunk when it came to stopping acts…” He looked away. “But I assure you Paris will be safe…”

“What do you mean will be?”

“I promise that these Lycoris terrorists, will be stopped. The people that came with us, whom are in this building, are a type of privet police, sanctioned by the U.N. to fight Lycoris full time.”

“And you’re the leader.”

“You are quick.” Lance smiled, turning back to Alya, who smiled back.

“I call it instinct.” She grinned softly.

“Well if you hone that instinct… I am sure there will be a place for you when you graduate.” He chuckled. “We could use some more instinct.”

*~*~*

Within about two hours, at least half of the presentation was done. Jordan simply directed Marinette, while he made it look pretty. The information they gathered was much more then Marinette ever gathered before. The whole time Jordan was over they just did solid work, which surprised everyone in the house. Marinette was excited to have him over, but for other reasons. She was disappointed that they didn’t go the way they she had thought, but was relieved that their report was almost done. Jordan’s phone went off, startling both of them. He looked at it and rolled his eyes.

‘Got a job for you, three in a row, you must be popular.’ An email with an attachment was waiting behind the message.

“Man, I didn’t see the time.” He said stretching. He put his phone face down on the desk. “Break?” he asked her, she nodded dropping her stylus and deflating. Jordan chuckled at her as he crossed his legs. “It wasn’t that bad was it?” With his mind using his techopathy, he opened the attachment open and loaded a PDF document with information on a local member of Lycoris. A mole with in the Police, the second in command, assistant police chief, Jacques Ducroux. He was to give a tele conference on the recent assassinations and what he’s going to do about it.

“I’ve never worked this hard in my life!” She complained.

“Yeah but look at our progress.” Jordan said spinning around to see her. She looked over at him, giving a tired smile. He very slightly tilted his head, the PDF changed pages. He continued reading; Ducroux is responsible for a large, dark number of crimes… He is believed to be one of the top members of the syndicate. Being paired with his job in the Police he is responsible for the French police turning a blind eye to Lycoris.

“How do you propose we take this break?” she flirted, looking up at him. She was laying on the floor with her tablet directly in front of her. She moved and sat on her desk facing him. She started to lean toward him. He, still using his Technopath, still in the PDF read address of the conference, he pulled a map of Paris up. It wasn’t that far from here.

“Well it depends on if you want to call it a day or not” Jordan flirted back. He smiled, it’s been a long time since he had to multitask like this.

“That sounds fantastic… I mean, we are about half way done right?” Marinette leaned closer to him.

“Something like that.” He replied, leaning in closer to her. “It’s been quite the Friday hasn’t it?” His voice getting softer, lighter. His eyes glowed a dim, almost mesmerizing green.

“…yeah.” She said, her face went a light pink, just inches from his. She was completely lost in his eyes. He kissed her, softly.

“…wouldn’t want your parents to see…” He teased.

“…See what?” she asked between kissing him, getting closer. “They think we’re studying for another half an hour at least.”

“…well in that case…” She scooted closer to him this time. Her phone pierced the silence, she jumped off the desk nearly yelling. She scrambled to her phone, all the while Jordan just laughed.

“…That’s Alya…” she sounded torn, still looking for her phone.

“You can get that if you need too.” Jordan taunted, she pouted as she found it.

‘Hey, how’d it go? ;)’ Alya’s text read.

‘fine, we just finished up.’ “Marinette replied.

‘Finished what?... Kissing?’Alya added super quickly. Marinette turned pink.

‘NO, Half of the project!!1!’ Marinette frantically replied.

“Everything ok?” Jordan chuckled scrunching his eyebrows together, reading her face. He respected her privacy, though he wanted to use his power to read her texts.

“Yes, fine, everything is OK.” She stated while frantically combating Alyas texts.

“She asked if we were kissing didn’t she.” He joked.

“No… yes…” Alya admitted, putting down her phone. Jordan smiled widely “…quit making fun of me.” Marinette pouted, her face turning pink.

“How could I make fun of such an adorable face.” Jordan teased, making her blush harder. He stood up wrapping his arms around her. It ever really dawned on her, just how tall he was. He kissed the top of her head. “It’s getting late.”

“Y-yeah…” She looked up at him. “…You can stay a little longer… right?”

“Well since you asked so nicely.” He replied. ‘I’ll just use… my satellites… yes, that should work’ his mind wondering back to the job he was given. ‘…now can I do two things at once….’ Marinette stood on the tips of her toes, just barely able to reach his chin. He snickered at the height difference as he bent down and kissed her. Her arms climbed his back pulling him into her. Memories flooded his mind, causing him to wince.

“…You ok?” Marinette reacted.

“Y-yeah… its nothing, I’m fine.” He lied, he found his way to her lower back.

“You sure?” She looked up at him, she tried making her blue eyes glow just like his. He smiled, kissing her in response. ‘She really reminds me of her…’ He thought.

Time past, and they looked for a something to clear suspicion. Marinette offered some left over cake down stairs, he finger-combed his hair hoping they wouldn’t notice. She led the way, practically singing. Tom was fussing with a large mixer, cursing under his breath. Sabine very visibly rolling her eyes about the problem.

“Oh call a repair man in the morning.” She stated.

“We need it running by the time he’d get her.” Tom replied. “We have one of the biggest orders we’ve ever seen, and this blasted mixer…” Tom angrily shook his head.

“Whats wrong with it?” Jordan asked, as he approached.

“Oh it’s got something loose or a gear or something.” Tom scratched his head.

“Would you mind if I looked at it?”

“Bah, I guess… I could use a break anyways.” Tom walked to the fridge and opened it looking for some kind of solution to his anger. Jordan smirked as he walked over to the machine. ‘Now… what’s wrong with you?’ he asked it in his mind. He knocked on the outer shell a few times before opening it up. He reached in and adjusted a few things.

“One second.” He said, he went back into Marinettes room, grabbing his bag. He pulled out a small set of tools.

“You carry tools with you?” Sabine and Marinette asked almost in unison.

“I’m American, I am always prepared to fix something.” He chuckled, Tom looked up at him shaking his head. Jordan returned to the Mixer. Within a few moments he reemerged and turn it on. “there was a loose belt, also a few shorted wires, a loose gear nut. The housing has seen better days, but the electrical is in pretty good shape.” He smiled.

“Well I’ll be damned.” Tom folded his arms in pure disbelief. “The far ovens been out of commission for a few weeks, can you look at that too?” Jordan nodded as he went to investigate. Before he knew it, Jordan was fixing the entire bakery, Toms mood lightening greatly with each thing fixed. Most everything started running better than normal. “What do you know about refrigerators?” he asked jokingly.

“Well I made one in a science fair two years ago.” Jordan beamed as he walked over to the fridge.

“Oh… uh wow really?” Tom was taken aback. “You think you could look at ours…?”

“Tom…” Sabine finally admitted.

“Daaaaaaaad.” Marinette complained. “We came to have cake forty-five minutes ago.”

“It’s been that long?” Tom and Jordan both replied. Marinette and her mom looked at each other and just laughed.

“Let’s have some cake then” Sabine said as she went to the kitchen. Jordan went to stand next to Marinette. A very well pleased Tom went and turned on the T.V. to the middle of a tele-broadcast of assistant police chief, Jacques Ducroux. Marinette and Jordan faced a window, leaning against a counter. She slowly, sneakily, reached for his hand. A flash of light appeared for an instance across the night sky.

“Do you believe in shooting stars?” Jordan whispered, knowing Marinette saw the light.

“They grant wishes…” She replied, internally screaming.

“Awe, I was hoping to explain it…” Jordan half pouted, as he slipped a small device back into his pocket.

“Believe me, I know a thing or two about wishes and Lucky Charms.” She flirted, before she realized what she said.

The room fell super quiet, Sabine bringing cake, but her eyes glued to the T.V. Horror developing on her face. Marinette gingerly grabbed both pieces, before realizing what her mom was looking at. She nudged Jordan and pointed at the screen with a piece of cake. He took the cake and looked. Assistant police chief, Jacques Ducroux, was dead. Once Tom knew everyone was watching, he rewound the press conference and played his death in slow motion. Ducroux, right before mysteriously dying, looked up. There was a momentary flash, and black circle appeared on his head, between his eyes.

Jordan felt his phone go off, even though it was in Marinettes room. With his mind he opened the text from Lance.

‘Nice shot Bro-cedion, Ruler of the Bro-cean.’

‘Thanks.’ He replied. ‘I was making out whilst aiming.’

‘Dayum, that’s a first.’

‘Well I needed a better challenge… Shooting him with a high powered laser satellite… 4 miles up… with my technopathy… while kissing… sounded like enough effort to put in.’

‘People are calling it an act of God on social media.’ Lance wrote, just as the reported said that exact same phrase. ‘I just released his exposing reports, you should get you warm fuzzy feeling soon.’ Jordan ignored the comment as he returned his full attention back to the room, and cake.

“Turn that off…” Sabine said defeated. “I don’t like thinking that person is some sort of hero.”

“Just because they don’t wear spandex and fight colorful bad guys out in the open, doesn’t mean they’re not a hero.” Tom replied. They looked at each other for a long moment.

“And killing is the answer?”

“…If there is no other way…” Tom replied, they both fell silent. Jordan motioned to the clock, and Marinette nodded. She took both empty dishes and placed them in the sink for later. Out of instinct Sabine went and cleaned them, more likely to clear her mind of the current event.

“I’ll walk you to the corner.” Marinette said, it was getting pretty dark out.

“Alright.” Jordan replied, having all his stuff ready to go. They both left, her parents still glued to the screen.

The air outside was crisp, as if it were raining just moments ago. It was cool, but not cold, the sun having painted the sky red. Marinette tried dragging behind, to spend as much time as she could with him. As they got to the corner Jordan turned to her, tilting his head and smiling.

“Good work today.” He said in reference to the project, she beamed.

“Thanks… I couldn’t have done it without you.” She said as she hugged him, he was so comfortable, and calming.

“I’ll be here tomorrow.” He said gently. He kissed her forehead, making her practically melt. “I’ll text you when I get home, ok?” She let go, pouting.

“I would like that.” She said, a smile brimming. He bent down and kissed her gently. “… a lot…” she trailed off. She stood outside, stupidly watching him leave.

“Someone’s twitter-patted.” Tikki emerged, she sat on Marienttes head resting her head on her hands.

“Y-yeah…” Marinette almost sang. “I just can’t believe this is real…” she admitted.

“He seems much better then Adrien.”

“I wouldn’t say that…” She pursed her lips, “he’s different.”

“Would you want him to be your boyfriend?”

“I really… don’t know.”

“You’re still in love with Adrien aren’t you.” Tikki stated, Marinette didn’t reply.

“It’s ok if you are, at this age its more important to find out what you like, then finding who you love. I like that you’re going after some more guys, besides Adrien isn’t going after you right now.”

“Yeah, you’re right… I just don’t want to hurt either of them.”

“I’m sure things will turn out ok Marinette.”

“Thanks Tikki.”

*~*~*

“My my, you’re making quite the statement in French politics.” Lance told Jordan, He called him on his way home.

“I just do what I’m told.” Jordan replied.

“Good, I am running a report on the Lycoris numbers… so far they are still increasing.”

“Have you told Mr. Mayor?”

“Not yet… you know how he freaks out over the tiniest thing.

“You can say that again.”

“Hurry home though, I need help with the party plans, and you have a few messages.”

“How was talking to Alya?”

“Ha, nice subject change… it was good, she’s a sharp girl.”

“Yeah… did you tell her about Atlas?”

“No, but I told her I was an international detective with more power than most governments when comes to Lycoris.”

“I’m sure you did… you would never pass up an opportunity to brag like that.”

“Yeah yeah, it’s not like you’ve done anything like that.”

“I haven’t.”

“Psh… how was making out whilst shooting terrorists?”

“I may have to do it again.”

“That satisfying eh?”

“More than you can imagine.”

“What are you going to do about Alex? Have you told Marinette?”

“No… I don’t intend to either…”

“So you’re going to string her along?”

“No… she has someone else… of equal importance.”

“How poetic, you both like each other, but love someone else.”

“Well… yeah.”

“So she’s your ‘it’s complicated’”

“… and I’m hers.”

“I see no updates on social media.”

“You and the other 30 million followers.”

“Oh I guess you would make a sally no-body a Kardashian overnight… I still can’t believe how many people don’t know us all that well here.”

“I know right? Not to mention sending crap tons of people, good and bad, to Paris.” Jordan paused looking down an alley. “Hey… I think I found an access point…”

“Eh, it’ll be there in the morning, it’s not like anything comes through those.”

“You can never be too careful.”

“You can be super lame.” Lance pouted.

“It’s the perfect time, no one is around and why are you telling me not to close it?”

“Cause then you’ll be home late and not talk to me.”

“Oh please…”

“Hey, everyone has someone.”

“You have me on speaker phone and you’re painting…”

“No I’m not…” Lance put down his brush. “…I was painting.”

“Fine… I’ll get it in the morning.” Jordan rolled his eyes “See you in a bit… MOM.”

“That’s Mr. mom to you.”

Jordan hung up and shoved his hands in his pockets. ‘I’m sure it’ll be alright, it’s not like anything comes through them…’ Jordan thought as he headed straight for home.

*~*~*

It was a glorious morning. Marinette arose from bed skipping around the room. She had the best dream ever, she dreamt of the perfect date with some Jordan Adrien Hybrid. Which any normal person would think is creepy beyond belief. She sang as she got ready, even while brushing her teeth. She kissed her mom and dad good bye and smiled widely.

“She’s in a good mood,” Sabine stated.

“I would be too, her new boyfriends something else.” Tom cracked, he looked back at hi bakery smiling widely. “I just hope she brings him back.” Sabine shot a glance at him. “… So we can thank him!” He defended.

“Right, let’s ask her to ask him to dinner.” Sabine giggled. Alya was waiting for Marinette outside her house, she smiled seeing Marinette walking on sunshine.

“Well someone is twitter-pated.” Alya snickered, “You’re so adorable.”

“Hey!” Marinette said, looking away embarrassed. “We just studied.”

“Right… that’s so the face of a girl that had a totally hot, charming and overall amazing guy in her room, and all they did was ‘study’”

“He may have kissed me.”

“May have…?”

“Maybe I kissed him.”

“Kissed who?” Adrien chimed in, he was right behind them.

“Ah!” Marinette jumped, about a foot in the air. Alya was startled too but not near as much.

“Since when do you walk to school?” Alya asked quickly.

“My Dad said I could walk today, so long as I kept my phones GPS on and the Gorilla close by…” He motioned behind him, they were being followed by a tinted black car “He and Lance have been talking a lot, Lance showed up at my house a few times. It’s really weird, but somehow I have more freedoms, so I can’t complain too much…” He smiled to himself. “ANYWAY…” he turned to Marinette, who was almost plaid from embarrassment.

“Jordan, she was talking about Jordan.” Alya said.

“Oh… that’s cool.” Adrien tried to hide his disappointment. “… hey speaking of.” He said, and the two girls looked ahead. Jordan was walking toward them, talking on his phone. He hadn’t noticed them; he was looking down an alley way. Time seemed to stop as he put his phone down. The excitement drained from everyone’s face as they heard a blood curdling scream. Like lightning Jordan darted across the street, jumping over a car that couldn’t stop in time.

Jordan rushed as fast as he could toward the scream, he knew he would regret not closing the access point. ‘Guilt will have to wait…’ he thought as he darted. Just a head was four very large wolf like creatures, and they were closing in on Rose. She was kneeling over Juleka, who was unconscious, her neck bleeding profusely. Jordan reacted at the speed of light, drawing his knife. In a flash he stood between the girls and the wolves. ‘Lycanthrope… here?’ he thought. One them leap forward, opening its mouth. Only to find the sharp end of Jordan’s knife. The wolf fell to the ground, its jaw dangling from its head.

The other three circled Jordan. One attacked from behind. He caught it, flipping it on his back. He plunged his knife in its chest. He sliced it length wise, killing it instantly. The other two attempted a pincer. He punched the left, but the right landed on top of him. Its jaws snapped at his neck. Jordan held it back with his hand on its neck. He grunted as he found a hold. Snap! The wolf fell limp, its neck broken.

“Just you and me pupps.” Jordan taunted, he twirled his blade in his hand, his index finger in the ring on the hilt. The wolf charged. Jordan readied his position. It leapt. Jordan side stepped. The wolf, like the first, found the sharp end of Jordan knife. Only this time, he traced it down to its hind legs. Jordan counted the wolves. Once he was sure it was safe he rocketed toward Juleka. He pulled out a very small first aid kit. “This will not be enough…” Jordan picked up his phone and dialed a number, “Tell him where we are!” He handed his phone to Rose, who was sobbing.

Jordan took off his jacket, he carefully picked up Julekas head and put his Jacket under her neck. He pulled out some bandages and tried to stop the bleeding. She had lost a lot of blood. Jordan overheard rose sob into his phone the location. She nodded as he looked up.

“H-h-he said 20 seconds.”

“Perfect.” Jordan replied. He carefully tied his jacket around her neck. ‘She only has a few minutes…’

He picked her up and walked forward. Rose followed, nursing her own bite wound. He emerged into the light, Alya, Marinette and Adrien had crossed the street to see what happened. The three of them panicked when they saw Juleka in his arms. Suddenly a car pulled up, Lance leapt out, rapidly tapping on his phone. He threw open the passenger door and the one behind it. Jordan laid Juleka in the seat, being very careful to buckle her iseat belt, and jumped over the car, Rose got in the back seat and closed the door. The car shot off like a bullet, headed for the hospital. Lance wheeled around looking at the three very frighten kids.

“Well… this has turned into the eventful morning hasn’t it?” he said, as some weird, very large drone landed close to Lance. It had a tube body and two giant propellers on the top. Several compartments opened up and lance hastily blocked off the area. Rose’s scream attracted a reasonable crowd. The police showed up shortly, Lance went over and talked to the officer in charge. Before long, the crowd was pushed back and Lance disappeared with several black bags, the drone inched its way toward the opening. Lance dragged the cut up Lycanthropes and placed them, in black bags, by the drone. The drone picked them up into an empty compartment. Once each one was gathered, the drone took off flying away, Lance finally reappeared and walked over the Marinette.

“I think it best everyone went to school. I have something I need to give Jordan…” he said to her, he turned and started walking away. All of Juleka and Roses classmates were right there, they all saw them leave with Jordan, Juleka being badly hurt. “They’ll be ok… we got here just in time.” He smiled, ‘just like him to be in the right place at the right time…’ he thought as he left further. “Now get to class before you’re all late.” This time he sounded cross, all of their classmates robotically left, filing toward class. Marinette passed Miss Bustier, she was in tears.

“I believe it best we go see her… I’ll talk to the principal about it.” She told Marinette, who somehow was the only one to see her. Marinette nodded and followed her, not knowing what was really going on.

*~*~*

Jordan got to the hospital in no time at all, this being the first time he drove in France. People were waiting outside for him. He gently picked up Juleka and placed her on a gurney, Rose got out and ran along side.

“Did they bite you?” Jordan asked

“Yes… on my left arm.” Rose replied, finally able to make a sentence. The rushed to an open room, the halls clearing for them. Once inside moved her on to a more solid bed, and Jordan wheeled around grabbing a bag with his name on it.

“Thank you.” Jordan replied and the hospital staff left. “There is some hospital clothes on the other bed, I need you to change into them.” Jordan told Rose as he opened his bag.

“Uhhh… what?”

“Those wolves… have a rare form of rabies… which is why I am treating the both of you.”

“You’re a doctor?”

“I’m a lot of things…” Jordan replied, as a nurse entered placing a case of blood on the counter next to Juleka. He pulled out what looked like a cell phone from the turn of the century. He held it over Juleka and a dim blue light illuminated her revealing everything under her, from her skin to her bones. Rose peaked around to see it. “…But right now I need you to do this… your injury is not as bad as Julekias but it’s still bad…”

“… don’t look then…” she said embarrassed as she turned around, Jordan began removing whatever was left of Julekas, exposing deep gashes along her whole torso.

“You two really are lucky.” Jordan said softly, he ran another scan, this time looking for the venom. Juleka lit up like the fourth of july, Jordan turned to rose, who had just gotten the hospital attire on.

“Eak!” she squealed. “I said no looking!” Jordan rolled his eyes and walked over to her.

“May I scan you?” he asked, she nodded, her face a bright shade of pink. He ran a full scan on her, she was only bitten, and the venom was just in her forearm.

“Is… she dead?” Rose started to sob, falling into Jordans chest.

“No… she’s in status…” Jordan comforted her. “Its like sleep, only much deeper and controlled by me.”

“So s-shes not dead?”

“No… my dear rose, she’s not.” Rose about collapsed on the other bed. Jordan carefully let her sit down. “The anti-venom is not easy to make… but I need you to just rest ok?” Jordan told her, she nodded, and nervously laid back. He walked over to a table with everything he needed to make the anti-venom, except the key ingredients, some venom that isn’t contaminated by the blood. Jordan rolled his eyes and shot a text with is mind to lance.

He walked over to Juleka and pulled out a needle and some thread, and a strange lotion. He began stitching up all her wounds, humming the last song he heard last night after leaving Marinette’s house.

“So… you and Marinette?” Rose asked.

“What about us?”

“You guys a thing?” Rose looked over at him, she smiled the best she could.

“Well… its complicated.”

“I see, I see.”

“You and Juleka.”

“About the same…” Rose blushed a bright red. “How did you know?”

“Oh… I know things.” Jordan smiled. “You guys went on a date together the other night when I was on a date with Marinette.”

“You saw us?”

“Nothing escapes my gaze.” Jordan snickered. “Yes, I saw you two.”

“Don’t tell everyone ok…?”

“I promise.” Jordan said. “Though I don’t see why you wouldn’t want them to know.”

“It’s weird… I mean were the only ones… you know… like this.”

“It’s a huge deal in America… so I understand.”

“Thanks…” Rose said. “… you saved us…” She just realized.

“Yeah… I guess I did.” Jordan finished up her torso, and moved to her arm. “Luck I was so close by huh,”

“What’s it like kissing Marinette?”

“Why, curious?”

“Well I wouldn’t say no.” Rose said bashfully, Jordan just laughed. “hey…”

“I’ve never been asked that question before… well about anyone really…” He replied. “I don’t typically date often.”

“Just don’t have interest?”

“Time.” Jordan replied, finishing up Juleka. He went to his chemistry set and started mixing various chemicals. “You should get some rest.”

“I-I can’t…” Rose started to cry, “Every time I close my eyes… I.”

“It’s ok… How about I read you a story.” Jordan said returning to Rose. He sat on the bed next to her, he picked up a book and opened it.

“I don’t think that will help…” Rose said, she leaned back against her pillow.

This story was read to me every time I was sick.”

“What’s it called?”

“The princess bride.”

*~*~*

“Well… I don’t think we can have an effective class today.” Miss Bustier said, her voice was very somber. “Good thing we are ahead of schedule… I have cleared it with our principal, we’re going to visit them in the hospital.” Everyone nearly leap to their feet, well except Chloe, who thought the idea was stupid.

“You think they are ok?” Nino asked Adrien.

“Well… I don’t really know.” He replied.

“Oh of course they are.” Alya snapped, she herself not sure. “We need to stay positive.”

“…her neck was bleeding…” Marinette said, she was mortified, and had been since she saw the event. “Not many people return from that kind of wound.” Everyone somewhat heard her say that. They all drudged on, a very somber air hanging over them. They wanted to see their hurt classmates, but were scared of what happened. The bus ride felt like an eternity, the students brought their storm cloud with them.

“Hey sabrina… 20 says she’s dead.” Chloe said, alittle louder then intended. She looked around to see her mortified class-mates’ death stares. She turned around and glared out the window.

Lance was in the lobby, he was talking very fast with a team of doctors, holding several packets of paper. He looked over and sighed when he saw the class, the doctors nodded when he apparently told them who everyone was. They dispersed as soon as Miss Bustier walked up to Lance.

“…Is she?” Miss Bustiers voice cracked, this surprised the class greatly. It’s one thing to see a friend cry, another to see your teacher. Lance put his arm around her and pulled her away.

“Well… yes she is ok.” Lace started. “But we have to work hard and fast to keep it that way… and she can’t have any visitors for a little while…” Miss Bustier nearly collapsed, Lance fully grabbing her to support her as she started sobbing. “I assure you all will be well…” he soothed her ‘it’s my fault… after all.’ The thought disturbed the back of his mind.

“O-ok…” she finally said. Lance took her to a seat and helped her sit. He left for a moment returning with a cup of coffee.

“I admire your love for your students.” Lance said, his voice was very sober.

“I’ve known them since they were very young…” memories flooding her mind.

“Well… I’ll go get you an update then.”

“Thank you… Lance….” He smiled hearing her call him by his first name. He disappeared up some stairs, only to be followed by Alya, Adrien, Nino and Marinette. He entered the room, not looking behind him, pulling out a small bag and setting it next to Jordan. Jordan was reading a book to a sleeping Rose.

“Thanks bro man.” Jordan replied, he looked down at Rose and smiled. He closed the book and grabbed the bag. He emptying its contents into his hand; A claw, a jagged tooth and a vial of blood. He went over to the table and placed them in different vials. They both watched the liquids slowly change color.

“What is he doing?” Alya asked quietly, “Has he been doctoring them?” the room was barely visible to them and they could just see Jordan. An unconscious Juleka laying in a bed, bandages where wrapped around her neck and arm.

“Did you read to Rose?” Lance asked, looking at him oddly.

“Yeah.” Jordan said.

“You charmer you.” Lance teased.

“…He read to Rose?” Nino asked stupidly, only to be shushed by Alya. Marinette lost in the thought of Jordan taking care of her when shes sick, or injured, or some combination.

“We lost Marinette 3 minutes ago, keep up man.” Adrien said, slightly urked.

“So what did you two talk about?” Lance asked.

“Oh… Marinette and I, and her and Juleka.” Jordan replied. “By the by, did you bring me a snack?”

“When do I not?” Lance replied, handing him a small bag. “…wait, Rose and Juleka?”

“Yup, they are kinda a thing.” Jordan said.

“like….?”

“No.” Jordan quickly said, interrupting Lance.

“Oh the class is here.” Lance laughed. “they wanted to see the girls.”

“They can soon… once I administer this medication… it’s not going to be pleasant for either of them.” Jordan looked down at Rose.

“Ok… I’ll go tell Miss Bustier.” Lance said, he left rather quickly.

“ONLY tell her!!” Jordan called after. A nurse entered behind Lance. Alya grabbed Marinettes arm and pulled her away quickly, motioning to Adrien to follow. The four of them ran swiftly to the stairs, hoping Lance would take elevator.

“Dr. Atlas, we have some paper work for you.” The nurse said, she handed Jordan a tablet.

“Thank you” Jordan said, grabbing the tablet. He filled all the fields almost instantly with his mind.

“You’re a lot younger than I thought you would be.” She said nervously.

“I get that a lot.” Jordan snickered, “I was told by all my professors I was the youngest grad.”

“That’s amazing, your reputation has not lied about you.” She smiled widely. Jordan handed her the tablet, smiling.

“Thank you” Jordan said, the nurse left. Jordan walked out, setting a timer on his watch. He walked up to the roof, Alya having hidden everyone close by there. Jordan exited on to the balcony like roof. Adrein and Nino decided to go back to everyone else, Alya and Marinette went to check on Jordan.

“You should go see him.” Lance said behind the girls. They jumped feet into the air.

“You should not scare us like that.” Alya snapped, but she agreed and pushed Marinette toward the door. She nervously walked over to Jordan, who was using his manna pen, watching the horizon.

“… Hey…” She said, as she approached Jordan.

“Hey you.” Jordan replied, he turned slightly to her.

“You ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Jordan looked over at her. “Are you ok?”

“…I’m not sure.” She replied, Jordan scooted closer to her.

“They are both ok.” He said softly, Marinette sighed in relief. “Juleka had the worst of it, Rose only had a bite.”

“What happened?”

“Feral dogs attacked them…” Jordan said, Marinette gasped.

“…And you fixed them up?”

“Yeah”

“…That’s amazing… I mean I didn’t… know you could do that…” Marinette struggled to say, Jordan turned to her chuckling. “… So if I had gotten hurt that night…” she accidentally thought out loud.

“What… you want me to play doctor with you?” Jordan joked. Marinette turned pink. Jordan’s alarm went off, He looked at his watch and shut it off. “Speaking of…” He said as he walked backward, “once this is over they can have visitors.” Jordan rushed to the room, passing Alya who was causally hiding. She slipped around and ran out to Marinette.

“Hey… lets go see them.” She said, and the two of them left to go to the room with Rose and Juleka. By the time Jordan got there, Lance had already administered the anti-venom. Both girls were squirming in discomfort, Juleka being out of status, but asleep.

“Sorry, I thought you would be longer.” Lance said, he smiled at Jordan. “You did well Doctor.”

“Thanks…” Jordan said rolling his eyes. Marinette and Alya sheepishly walked into the room. Their hearts sank seeing Juleka wrapped up in bandages, wired into the wall and unconscious. They walked over to Juleka, Alya grabbing her not hurt hand.

“She’ gonna be ok.” Lance assured her. “I just gave her the anti-venom, so she’ll be like that for a few minutes as she is purged.” Marinette walked over to Rose whom had just calmed down. “Jordan, I have some more paper work to attend to… I’ll be back.” Lance left the room.

“So you’re a doctor?” Alya asked Jordan.

“Yeah, it’s a long story.” Jordan replied. “And its best to stay between us.”

“Right…” Alya said, remembering what Lance had told her. Juleka calmed down slowly, before becoming peacefully still. Jordan came over to her and scanned her with his weird phone looking device.

“Well she’s completely back to normal, except the wounds… and those are healing quickly.” Jordan said checking a few other things.

“Her wounds are healing quickly?” Alya asked.

“Yeah… it’s an experimental treatment Lance and I discovered, it accelerates the body’s natural power to heal serval times over… she should have not marks, or even proof she was attacked, by this week end.” Jordan said checking the calendar.

“Like… four days to go from nasty bite marks to nothing?”

“It’s like magic huh.” Jordan stated, dripping with sarcasm.

“That’s so unbelievable.”

“Yet you believe in a teenage girl swinging around Paris on a Magic yoyo with her physics defying feline friend.” Jordan jokingly said. Both girls nodded in agreement.

“Speaking of… it’s been a while since either showed up.” Marinette said, Alya nodded in agreement.

“Well, I’m gonna go see if the boys are ok.” Alya said as she left, she winked at Marinette. They both just watched her leave.

“So-o my Dad’s throwing a party.” He said.

“Oh yeah?” Marinette replied, her excitement rising.

“It’s pretty big… pretty very big.”

“Oh yeeeeaaaah?”

“Were inviting huge names in fashion; Agreste, Prada, Calvin Cline… and a few more… I don’t know people…”

“I don’t think I could ‘oh yeah’ enough for that one.”

“Oh we have a lot of really cool things, like a holographic band, an awesome sushi chef, an aquarium walls with sharks… it’s an animal themed masquerade.” Jordan rambled.

“Uh huh… what about it?”

“It’s gonna be super epic… part of it televised and such.” Jordan said, Marinette pouted, “I was wondering… if you would go with me… as my date.”

“Well… I don’t know… I’d have to check my schedule.” Marinette Joked, she opened her phone to a completely blank calendar. “…I think I can squeeze it in…” she shot, her smile jetting across her face.

“Perfect… I hope you don’t mind, we’re gonna provide you a costume for the occasion.”

“As long as it’s cute.”

“Oh don’t worry about that.”