She lies on the ground, looking up defiantly as Papillon closes in on her. "You can't win. Chat's going to be here any minute, and he'll save me."
"No, he won't," Papillon smirks. "My son isn't going anywhere."
Her eyes widen. "Your what?"
"My son." Papillon tilts his head. "Chat Noir. He's been… grounded, at the moment."
She shakes her head. "No. No, he's coming. I don't know what you did to him, but he'll come…"
She trails off as Papillon pulls a silver ring out of his pocket… a very familiar silver ring…
"No, I don't think he will."
The blood freezes in her veins. "Where is he?"
"Gone. You'll not being seeing any more of him. He's certainly lost the chance to attend school," the man frowns. "I'm incredibly disappointed in him."
She shivers. "If you hurt him…"
"Of course not. He's my son. You, on the other hand…" he steps forward, grinning bitterly. "You're the woman who corrupted him."
She closes her eyes, fighting tears. At least Chat's safe… or, as safe as he could be under the circumstances…
Papillon slides the ring onto his finger, and activates a dark violet energy, slowly stepping towards her. "I've always been curious how this would react on a human…"
As Papillon lunges, she finds a body between them, arms spread wide.
Chat, her soul whispers.
Papillon pulls back, but not before hitting Chat's arm, sending his own son falling to the ground. "No… What did you do?" he gasps, in horror.
She stands up, taking his shock to her advantage, and the fight is over swiftly. By the time he lies, knocked out, on the ground, Chat's arm is in a dangerous condition…
She runs to him, and…
He smiles, slightly. "My Lady."
She slides the ring onto his finger, terror and hope in her eyes. "Chaton…"
"I love you. I love you so much."
She releases her transformation, running a hand down his face. "I love you, too."
He smiles brightly. "You made my life brighter. Thank you."
"Don't talk like that, you're going to be fine," she tells him, dialing 911. "There has to be a way to-"
"There is," Plagg pops into existence. "There always is. But you have to be sure."
"Sure of what?"
Tikki pops out of her purse. "That you truly love him. If you don't…"
"Then you'll both be goners," the black cat frowns.
Marinette nods. "I'm sure."
"Then true love's kiss can break the spell," Tikki chirps.
Marinette nods, and he looks up at her.
"Marinette, it's dangerous, what if-"
"Do you truly love me?"
She nods, leans down, and presses a kiss to his lips, tears streaming down her face.
The light comes through the window, as their lips meet, and their tears intermingle. Sixteen years old, and on the verge of life or death. Love or loss.
But in their terror, they can't stop thinking about each other, focusing on love not for themselves, but to save the other.
Slowly, something starts to change inside them.