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ladylynse · 6 years

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Hey, look, more of my DPxML crossover....

I promised an age ago to finish writing one of these two scenes from Le Fantôme, and when I asked which one people would prefer to see, this one won. So, enjoy!

Paris – The Previous Evening (relative to this scene)

Marinette pursed her lips as she surveyed the City of Lights from her perch on the Eiffel Tower. She had arranged this meeting with Chat Noir yesterday, but she wasn’t upset that he was late. Even under the cover of darkness, it could be difficult to get away from the responsibilities and people that filled your other life. She didn’t expect him to always be prompt, and he didn’t expect it of her.

She just wished she had more to tell him.

They had no idea how long Le Fantôme had been active. Alya had started digging up ghost sightings and posting them on the Ladyblog when she’d caught wind of it, but Marinette had first heard of it from Alya, and she wasn’t convinced Chat Noir had known earlier, either; he would have told her. Ghost stories weren’t something anyone dismissed, not anymore.

It didn’t seem like the work of another Vanisher. They weren’t sure exactly how many things were connected—no one knew—but the things attributed to Le Fantôme were not always the sort of thing merely an invisible person could accomplish. There had been robberies from places locked up tight, with no evidence anywhere of tampering, let alone a break-in. There had been things said in private that had been leaked to the news, to the detriment of both parties, most often those heading up wealthy companies. (She was waiting for Adrien’s father to be targeted, but he seemed to have evaded Le Fantôme’s scrutiny so far.) But then there were all the little things that kept happening, the reason the media had begun calling this latest victim of Hawk Moth’s Le Fantôme.

There were cold spots—colder than expected, anyway, for the end of October. There was talk of floating objects, carried by invisible hands, and of other things vanishing before someone’s very eyes. There were strange lights, inexplicable power outages, horrible sounds, and…and sightings.

Nothing consistent. Not really. Not enough to go on, what was consistent. No photographs. Conflicting eyewitness accounts. Was Le Fantôme a teenager, someone around her own age, or an older gentleman who might be closer to her father’s age? Was Le Fantôme the girl who had reportedly been seen crying for help by the abandoned rail line or the woman who had purportedly taken to haunting the Venus de Milo, sketching it for hours before vanishing without a trace to enact whatever she had been planning? Was Le Fantôme someone who had fallen on hard times and found themselves ignored by the rest of society or were they someone who had the appearance of everything but had come to the sudden realization that they had nothing that truly mattered and felt that they couldn’t regain what they had lost?

She didn’t know. It was starting to feel like no one did. Moreover, it seemed to Marinette that Le Fantôme had awakened every ghost legend in Paris. At least, it felt that way when she looked at Alya’s blog. Paris, a city that was filled with ghost stories, was now filled with ghosts. And she and Chat Noir had to find the right one in order to stop them.

It was an impossible task.

She heard Chat Noir alight beside her and waited for some light-hearted pun to follow. When it didn’t, she turned her head and realized he looked grim. “You can’t be tired of chasing ghosts already,” she teased.

“No,” he said quietly as he looked over the city, “but I think I’ve seen one.”

“Le Fantôme?”

“No. The mayor’s daughter.”

What? “Chloé Bourgeois? We’re chasing ghosts, kitty, not banshees. Even if she can screech like one.”

That didn’t even get her a smile. “Something happened before I passed the Grand Paris; I’m still not sure what. The mayor is convinced she’s been kidnapped, but the staff….” He took a slow breath. “She’s been missing since yesterday. Her father has been busy, and everyone thought she was at her friend’s.” Sabrina’s, that meant, since Chloé couldn’t count many friends. “Except her friend came by today to ask after her, claiming she hadn’t seen her and had thought she was sick because she hadn’t been in school.”

“That doesn’t make Chloé a ghost.”

Chat Noir turned to face her. “Sabrina—Chloé’s friend, the Vanisher—she says she heard Chloé screaming at her as if she were in the room, but no one else heard anything. I went up with the butler to check her suite. It was empty at first, but…then she was there, right in front of me, begging me to make this stop, to fix this.”

“Begging?”

That got her a smile, albeit a small one. “Well, demanding. But no one else seemed to notice anything, and when I looked away, she vanished.”

Marinette might not like Chloé, but even she didn’t deserve this, whatever this was. “So you think Le Fantôme is creating ghosts from living people? On top of everything else? What would that gain them?”

“An even better way to hide in plain sight. We still don’t know who we’re fighting, but if there are suddenly other people who fit what we know of Le Fantôme, the public can’t even help us narrow it down.”

“So they’re even more like a ghost.” She’d rather fight someone like the Puppeteer again, even with the risk of being controlled, because at least then they had a clear target. “So who are they really after? They don’t want to show themselves. They haven’t even made a bid for our Miraculous.”

“Not that we know of,” Chat Noir agreed, “but they could be watching us. They wouldn’t be the first villain to act quietly for a while before we caught wind of them. I’ve asked the police to take a look back over all their missing persons reports; if we can figure out where most of the people were last seen and when they disappeared, we’ll have a better idea of where Le Fantôme’s been operating, and it might give us a clue about what they want.”

It hardly seemed like it would be enough, but it was far more than she could offer. “Good thinking, kitty.” It would still be looking for a needle in a haystack, but at least it would be a smaller haystack. “But what are we supposed to do once we find them? We can’t catch a ghost.”

To her surprise, Chat Noir actually grinned. “Says who? I’ve been looking into the lore. Something’s bound to work.”

She didn’t like the idea of going into a situation like this blind, armed with multiple attempts that could very well blow up in their faces. “I’d rather we test it out. If other people are turning into ghosts, they might be willing to help us.”

“If we can communicate with them,” Chat Noir agreed. “And find them. And assuming they aren’t more limited than Le Fantôme.”

She wished he didn’t make so much sense. “We have to try.” They needed to; they were desperate. “I wasn’t able to dig anything up, so your information is all we have to go on.” She bit her lip, but there was no way around it. “Besides, we don’t need to find them. Not really. Not if you already know where one of them is and she’s trying to communicate with us.”

Chat Noir surveyed her for a moment. “You want to try to talk to her. You think she actually saw Le Fantôme? She never said anything.”

“Did you ask? Chloé—at least, what I know of her—isn’t one to volunteer information like that when she’s more concerned with being returned to normal.” Corporeal form, her mind whispered, but saying it like that…. It was another reminder of how much they didn’t know. Le Fantôme might not even be a ghost. Maybe they just had the ability to turn other people into ghosts, and that’s why there was such a spike in ghost sightings.

Still, she didn’t know what that power would gain them.

And she didn’t know why there had been no attempt to seize their Miraculous if that were the case. Could the ghosts touch each other? Would it be easier for Le Fantôme to take their Miraculous if they were caught, or did Le Fantôme have to try to take their Miraculous without changing them? What kind of fight did they need to be prepared for?

“I never had the chance to ask anything,” admitted Chat Noir. “I didn’t see or hear her for long, and after I lost track of her, I didn’t stick around to try to talk to her again. I wanted to drop by the police station and pull the only string we have before our friend’s shift was over.”

Lieutenant Raincomprix tried to help them as much as he could within the realms of the law—as much as repayment for the time he’d been akumatized into Rogercop as recognition that they were all trying to keep Paris safe—but she and Chat Noir tried not to take advantage of him as a resource. He would not break the law for them, of course, but he would answer their questions as best he could, and it could be a lengthy process. This time—researching all those missing persons reports—would certainly take a while.

“That was a good thought.”

“But I should have questioned Chloé first. Or tried to, anyway. Because she’s the more concrete lead.”

Marinette smirked. “I’m not sure concrete can apply to her any longer, kitty cat.” He grinned, and she knew his word choice had been deliberate. She climbed to her feet and unlashed her yo-yo as he followed suit. “Come on. Let’s see what we can find out.”

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admhawthorne · 7 years

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The crossover continues

“Little Red Riding Hood.” Cat dropped their bag onto the bed of the room they’d just fought to get for the night. Ruby had been extremely reluctant to rent it out, and it’d taken Cat staring her down for a good minute or two before the waitress/bed and breakfast host had relented and given her the key to one of the rooms.

Kara looked around at the welcoming little room and frowned. “Where?”

“Not where. Well,” the older blonde rolled her eyes and plopped down onto the bed, “not exactly where at any rate. I’ve been trying to figure out what this diner’s fairy tale theme is, and the name of the story had completely slipped my mind until just now. ‘Granny’s?’ And that waitress’s name is Ruby?” She gave the other woman a look that demanded a reaction.

“Right…?” Kara crossed her arms and scowled in thought before it occurred to her why any of that was significant. “Oh! Oh, right. Okay, because Ruby is another name for Red, and Red Riding Hood was going to see her granny when the big bad wolf showed up.” She smiled brightly. “You know, when you think about it, it’s sort of lucky that they managed to hire someone whose name fit in with the theme.”

“Yes.” Opening the bag, Cat began pulling out toiletries. “It seems a little too coincidental. I sincerely hope that girl’s parents didn’t name her Ruby just because the family owns a diner called Granny’s.” She stood to drop the toiletries on the bathroom counter before returning to begin peeling her clothes off. “I’m going to take a shower. Why don’t you go do some recon work while I’m washing off the air gunk I inevitably get on me when we travel this way? Being filthy is distracting me from paying attention, and I want to be fully present when we walk around this town. Something tells me we’ll need it.”

“Okay.” Kara gave the other woman a small, disappointed smile. “Or, you know, I could stay here and join you in the shower?”

Cat dropped the last of her outfit into a pile on the floor and glanced up with a smirk playing across her mouth. “Well,” she turned, swaying her way toward the bathroom, “it is our vacation.”

The younger woman took that as the invitation it was and sped through stripping, careful to hide her suit away just in case someone decided to spy, before rushing into the shower.

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“Okay, so how did they get through the barrier?” Emma glanced around at the small group of people seated at the diner’s table. Occasionally, she would look toward the door leading to the upstairs rooms, checking to make sure the town’s guests weren’t on their way back down. “I thought you said it was impenetrable.”

“As far as I’m aware,” Regina countered with a glare that dared the sheriff to berate her, “it is. I have no idea how they passed through the barrier. It should have made them continue on around us without giving it a second thought.”

“Emma,” Snow held her phone up, flipping through something on her screen. “That woman, she’s really this Cat Grant?”

“Yeah, I think so.” Running a hand over her face, Emma groaned loudly. “And, if the Queen of all Media figures out that Storybrooke isn’t exactly your ordinary little town in Maine, she’ll milk it for every cent she can. There’s a reason why she’s the Queen.”

“We’ll just have to make sure she doesn’t see anything out of the ordinary,” David replied thoughtfully. “There are more than enough of us to make sure her stay is as boring as possible. I can talk to the dwarfs about helping us keep an eye on them.”

“I’m pretty sure the fairies would help, too.” Snow continued to flip through her phone. “Wait, is that younger woman you were telling us was with her, her assistant?”

“TMZ broke that story when Mom and I were in New York.” Henry pulled his own phone out and looked up a few things. “She was Cat’s assistant, but they’re dating now. It was a really big story on the gossip blogs for a while, but I think it died down after Cat basically told everyone where they could… um… put their stories about it.” He turned his phone around to show an article with a headshot of the assistant in one corner. “That’s Kara Danvers. She’s a reporter now.”

Regina cocked an eyebrow, judgement clearly coloring her features. “So this Ms. Danvers was promoted after she began a relationship with her boss? How… convenient.”

“Says the woman shacking up with her subordinate,” Emma replied with a chuckle.

“Our situation is a little different, don’t you think? Besides, you aren’t just the sheriff of this town, and I’m not just the mayor.”

Emma held a hand up and glared at the brunette. “Don’t you dare start in about royal lineages, or I swear, Regina, I’ll sleep at Mom and Dad’s for the next week.”

The mayor rolled her eyes. “Fine.” She waved her hand dismissively and plucked Henry’s phone from his hand to glance over the article. “She’s got some skill.”

“So we have two reporters in our town?” Snow’s panic was clearly starting to rise.

David nodded. “This could be very bad.”

“Okay, so, how about this?” Emma grabbed Henry’s phone from Regina before she began to scroll through his pictures and handed it back to their son. “I’ll go talk to Blue and see if we can figure out how these two managed to get over the town line. Dad, you go talk to the dwarfs, and, Mom, will you work with Granny to set up a way to keep an eye on them when they’re here? The last thing we need is for something to happen in the diner while these women are here.”

“And what will Henry and I do?” Regina shrugged. “Sit and look pretty?”

Emma rolled her eyes. “Well, you and Cat have a lot in common, so maybe we can use that to our advantage?”

The brunette tilted her head in consideration. “Such as?”

The sheriff began to list similarities, ticking them off on her fingers as she went. “Well, you’re into fashion and good taste; she’s into fashion and good taste. You have a son; she has a son. You’re dating a kickass, talented younger blonde; she’s dating a kickass, talented younger blonde. You have a reputation of being a badass; she has a reputation of being a badass. You’ve run a kingdom; she’s run an empire. You’re a queen; she’s a queen…”

“Okay, fine.” Regina picked up her coffee to sip at it as a way to keep from saying something she might regret later. “I’ll play tour guide. It shouldn’t come off as too suspicious for the mayor to do it since she is apparently such a big name, but,” Regina narrowed her eyes, making certain everyone at the table was taking her fully seriously, “she is not a queen.”

Snow and David nodded, but Emma waved a hand dismissively. “She’s as close as we get in the United States,” she explained with another shrug. “Okay, we should all get going. Henry, do your thing, kid, and make sure everyone in town knows what’s up. Start with Archie just in case we need him later.”

“On it, Mom.” He stood, stooping to quickly kiss both of his moms on the cheek before taking off to go across the street.

Regina carefully set her cup of coffee down and pushed it away. With a dejected little groan, she commented dryly as she stood, “I honestly thought we might get a vacation from town emergencies. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Yeah,” Emma followed her lead, making sure to toss enough money on the table to cover their tab, “I know what you mean. Being the savior can get exhausting.”

“Well, at least it’s a shared responsibility,” the brunette replied, a smile gracing her lips as she looked lovingly across the table at the sheriff.

“Awww! I just love that you two finally found each other. It’s so nice to be a big, happy family again,” Snow cut in, shutting the small moment down and forcing another eye roll from Regina.

“Well, I’m off,” Regina growled, turning to check the doorway before poofing herself away.

“Mom, you know she hates it when you say we found each other,” Emma chastised.

“She knows,” David answered in exasperation. “She does it just rile Regina up.”

Snow smirked and nodded. “It’s fun now that I know she’s not going to try to literally kill me for it later.”

Emma groaned, eyes flicking around to make sure their unexpected guests were still upstairs. “I’m off to talk to Blue.” Before her mother could say another word, she was gone in a puff of magical smoke.

“You know, I’m not normally jealous of the fact that Regina and Emma can use magic,” Snow commented as she and David headed for the exit, “but I really wish I could do that poofing thing. It’d come in handy for all sorts of things.”

David chuckled. “Yeah, like overly dramatic exits.”

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