#send the terrorist back to france to finish his sentence

[cree-n-jewish-thoughts]

Please help get rid of Dr Hassan Diab, a convicted terrorist who evaded the French law.

They have a criminal teaching students at a post secondary level.

If anyone is from France , dr Diab is teaching in Ottawa at Carleton.

He has not even served his entire sentence, so he is illegally in this country and should be sent back to France to finish his sentence.

Canada is now guilty of aiding and abetting a terrorist wanted by another country we are allied with.

Please share this. Someone have him thrown back in prison or at least removed from his status as a professor at the university of Carleton teaching socioeconomics.

Please help.

Canada needs help right now.

[alexiessan]

Never alone - Chapter Ten - Soulmate AU

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Thank you guys so much for your reaction to the last chapter, I’m so happy you liked it :) I love getting your thoughts on the chapters! 

The trip back to France was as tiring as the trip to Gotham was. It was like they had traveled a few hours to the future when they finally landed. It was after saying goodbye to her friends and settling back at home that she was grateful that they arrived on a Saturday. It meant she could use the next day to rest before starting school again on Monday.

The very first thing she did when she got back home, besides hugging her parents as tight as she could, was to put back the horse miraculous in the miracle box. She didn’t have to use it at all during the class trip in Gotham as Hawkmoth has been unnaturally calm for two weeks.

She didn’t want to think about how Gabriel Agreste was out of the country during those two weeks and would be for another two weeks. It was too much of a coincidence for her, but Chat Noir would tell her that Gabriel Agreste has been akumatized and couldn’t be Hawkmoth.

She knew that, and that was the entire reason was the man has been crossed off their list of suspects. But even after his akumatization, there was still a little part of her, deep down, that was suspicious of Adrien’s father.

And Hawkmoth’s silence while the head of the Agreste brand was absent from Paris didn’t help in her suspicions. She hoped that she was just paranoid and that Gabriel Agreste was innocent — or, well, as innocent as a man abusing his own son can be. Something must be done about this too — because if he wasn’t, this would break Adrien.

But Chat Noir didn’t suspect the man at all, and it was all it took for her to not insist too much. For whatever reason, that particular subject was very delicate for her partner, and he had once snapped at her for bringing it up. She chose to trust his instincts and didn’t bring it up anymore.

Chat Noir was her equal, after all. They were a team, not a hero and her side-kick, so she had to take his opinion into consideration.

But that meant that they didn’t have any suspect anymore. And they were no detective. They were just teenagers, and the police constantly reminded them of this fact when they asked for their help tracking the terrorist down.

She understood that they had other matters to attend, but an adult taking advantage of the people of Paris to attack the city was an important matter too, wasn’t it?

But apparently, that was the heroes’ job, since it involved miraculous…

Marinette was scared that they wouldn’t be skilled enough to bring the man down. Robin was right: she needed to learn how to fight properly if she wanted them to have a chance in this fight. She doubted that Hawkmoth would just give up his miraculous the day they find him and confront him. No, there would be one hell of a fight, that’s for sure.

Speaking of Chat Noir, she would have to tell him about her finding her soulmate. That’s a conversation that she didn’t want to have. Chat still had feelings for her, he made that clear with the way he was looking at her, and he was convinced that they were soulmates. That the miraculous was hiding that fact.

That’s a conversation that she really didn’t want to have. Her partner would end up hurt, and in his own pain, would hurt her in return.

She knew him. He didn’t mean it, but when he was hurt, he would snap at her and blame her.

She never held it against him, though. While before, he wouldn’t apologize when it happened, ever since their serious conversation, he would own up his mistakes and apologize to her afterward.

But the conversation still wouldn’t be pleasant.

Sighing, she told herself that it was a problem for future Marinette, and right now, she wanted to sleep. She took her phone out, sending a text to Robin to tell her that she was back in Paris safe and sound, that she hoped he was ok and had a good day and wished him good night.

It was still only six in the evening, but she knew she would sleep until the morning.

Without anything else to worry about, she told her parents and then Tikki good night, and was out as soon as her head hit her pillow.

Sunday passed quickly for Marinette. She did some research on the internet for martial art classes and found some that could fit in her schedule. She thought about telling Chat about it, so he could maybe take some too. She wasn’t very hopeful about it, though, as she knew that the boy has a very full schedule. Plus, he knew how to fence, so maybe it would be enough for him.

She also got to video call Robin, and they talked for an hour or so. It was the middle of the night for him and she felt guilty to keep him up like this but he waved her concerns away. He told her that he usually went to sleep late anyway, and it was a weekend day.

They agreed that they would call once a week during the weekend, so it wouldn’t interfere with either of their sleep schedules. They both needed to be well-rested with their extracurricular activities.

She was happy that she got to see him — even if it was only in video — but she couldn’t help but feel his absence. She could already tell that it was going to be tough for her to be away from him like that.

And they had only known each other for two weeks.

For all she loved this whole soulmate thing, she also hated it for making her long for Robin like that.

Hopefully, she would get used to the distance and it would get less and less bad with time.

After this call, she used the day to make a plan for her paper about her internship. She had to submit it to Ms. Bustier on Friday, which gave her a lot of time, but she would rather finish it as soon as possible.

Surprised Akuma attacks taught her not to do her work at the last minute. She can’t remember the number of times back in middle school that she submitted an essay late because of an Akuma attack.

She even got to write the introduction and the first part of her paper!

Proud of herself, she ate a nice dinner with her parents and related everything about her trip to Gotham. She also told them about the martial art classes that she wanted to take, and they agreed with her, worried about the Akumas that were becoming more and more violent.

Knowing that their daughter would know how to defend herself, they could worry a little bit less when she was out.

But, she was their daughter. They would always worry about her anyway.

After Marinette’s class went back to Paris, Bruce — in his Batman alias — decided to organize a meeting in the Tower about the situation in Paris.

It was decided in this meeting that they would do anything to get the Justice League of Europe to get them to agree to let the JLA send one or two of their heroes — or vigilantes — to help Ladybug and Chat Noir.

They couldn’t possibly let two teenagers alone just because the JLE couldn’t be bothered to help them.

Batman knew that the JLE would fight tooth and nail against them, but he wouldn’t back off. A city was literally taken hostage and they didn’t do anything about it.

To say that the Justice League of America was pissed was an understatement.

At the end of his classes on Monday, Damian went to the guidance counselor’s office, decided to talk with him about the French exchange program.

The young Wayne’s school offered an exchange for the last year of school in different pays. One of them was France. Very few students ever did it, though. The school curriculums being different in the two countries, upon return, the student had to take a test. If you passed, then it was good and you could graduate with your class. If you didn’t pass, you would have to repeat the year.

No one wanted to take the risk to repeat the year, so very few students ever got in this program.

Damian was a very confidant teenager with perfect marks, so he knew he could get into the exchange program without having to repeat his last year of high school.

When he entered the office after knocking, the counselor was very surprised to see him.

“Mr. Wayne! What a surprise! If I knew I would see you besides the mandatory hours…”

The student threw a glare at the man’s way, making him freeze in his seat.

“Uh… Alright… What can I do for you, Mr. Wayne?”

“I would like to enroll in a student exchange program for my last year.”

The counselor raised an eyebrow at that.

“You’ve never expressed an interest in it before.”

“Well, now I do.”

Cold as ever, the man thought, slightly sweating.

“Fine. What country are you interested in?”

“France.”

The older man stared at him for a little while, and then took a file out of his desk when he realized that the son of Bruce Wayne wouldn’t offer any explanations.

“Do you have some basics in French.”

Damian scoffed.

“I’m fluent.”

The counselor — Mr. Tyler — stood up and make his way to the copy machine behind him.

After the copy was made, he handed him a sheet of paper and a form.

“Ok, here is the list of schools that are included in our exchange program, the cities they are in, and their contact information if you need to know more. And here is the form that you have to submit to me before the end of the year. It would need your and your legal guardian’s signature. There will also be a test when-”

“I know that already.”

“Alright, then. That’s all. Have a good evening Mr. Wayne.”

Damian didn’t even wait for Mr. Tyler to finish his sentence before he was out of the office.

Ladybug winced as she got hit on her left side. Three months since they got back from Gotham — it was now August and almost the end of the summer break — and the Akumas has been attacking twice a week for a month now.

This one was strong, too. It was a boxer who has lost an important match for their career and Hawkmoth took advantage of his wrath.

She was happy that she took the martial art classes because she was better at evading him and attacking him, but the guy was a professional and she was still an amateur.

Chat Noir was fairing pretty well too, considering he didn’t take classes like her. Just as she had thought, his schedule was too full to add anything else, and he told her that he was already taking fencing classes.

In the three months since their return to France, Ladybug still hasn’t told him about her soulmate. She had tried, several times, but every time she lost the courage to tell him.

She was so scared of losing him.

It was irrational, she knew, Chat Noir was her partner, and he told her that he would always be her friend and all, but there was still this lingering fear that prevented her to tell him.

Tikki has scolded her every single time she got cold feet.

She hated it when her kwami scolded her. It always made her feel like she was a little girl.

She must have gotten a little too lost in her thought because she didn’t see the next hit coming.

It came right on her left cheekbone, making her gasp in pain. She also felt her eye sting, making it tear up.

“Ladybug!”

In seconds, Chat Noir had kicked the Akuma away, taking her face in his hand.

“Ladybug, are you ok? Are you hu- Your… Your eye… It’s green.”

The spotted hero froze. The sting in her eye must have been her contact falling.

She could feel the panic rise. This was not how she wanted Chat to find out.

“Later, Chat. I’ll explain that after the fight.”

He nodded, but she could see that he was tensed.

After that, more determined than before to end the fight, they found the akumatized item, destroyed it, and Ladybug could finally cast the Miraculous Cure.

Which, thankfully, put her contact back on.

“Ladybug…”

She looked at her partner, who was even tenser than before.

“Let’s recharge and meet at the usual spot. Five minutes won’t be enough for this conversation.”

Chat nodded and disappeared to recharge.

Ladybug found a safe place and detransformed, handing a macaron to Tikki, who was scowling at her.

“See, Marinette? I told you to tell him! But no! You were too scared and look where we are! Chat Noir is not stupid, he knows exactly what your eye means, and now he will think that you don’t respect him enough to tell him that you found your soulmate!”

“I know, Tikki! I. Know.” she snapped.

The little kwami glared at her before eating a bit of her macaron.

Marinette sighed, rubbing her face.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like this. I know that I should have told Chat Noir waaaaaaay before now. I know. He will probably hate me now, and I don’t blame him. Whatever happens next is my fault.”

Tikki sighed and swallowed the last bit of the sweet.

“I’m sorry too, Marinette. I shouldn’t have been pressuring you like that. Yes, you had to tell him, but it should have been on your own terms, and at your pace, not mine. With Chat Noir’s previous behavior, I get why you’re scared about telling him. But, I think it’s going to be ok.” she flew to her chosen’s face, putting her little hand — paw? — on the designer’s cheek. “You and Chat Noir make a good team. He may brood for a while, but he will always be by your side.”

Marinette nodded, eyes a little glassy.

“You’re right.” she took a deep breath. “Tikki, spots on!”

When Ladybug made it to their usual spot, Chat Noir was already here. His back was facing her, and the red-clothed hero could hear her own heartbeat. She was so nervous that she could feel knots in her stomach, and she thought for a moment that she was going to empty it right here.

It took her a moment and taking a few deep breaths to calm her nerves enough to call her partner.

“Chat.”

Finally, he turned, looking at her right in the eyes. He didn’t say anything, waiting for her explanations.

She couldn’t look at him in the eyes any longer, so she chose to look past his shoulder.

“Chat… I met my soulmate.”

He was silent for a moment, and his pained expression was like a knife in the guts.

“When did you meet him?”

She wanted to tell him that it didn’t matter, but she couldn’t lie to him any longer.

She wanted to laugh. She had hated Lila because she was a liar, and here she was, lying to her own partner for three months. She was no better than Rossi.

“I met him three months ago.”

“And you only tell me now?!” he yelled. “No, you didn’t even tell me. I had to find out because you lost your fucking contact!”

She flinched at his voice. She knew that he would react like that.

“I’m so sorry Chat. I’ve been trying to tell you. Every time we saw each other I tried. But I was so scared of your reaction.”

He looked at her with such hateful eyes she wanted to cry. But then, his eyes and his expression softened.

“Ok. I get it. I get why you were scared. You probably didn’t want to hurt me more than your rejections ever did.”

She nodded.

The cat-themed hero let out a laugh, but it didn’t have any joy in it.

“And here I was, firmly believing you and I were soulmates… You told me again and again that it was how it worked, that we would know already if we were… But did I listen? No.”

He shook his head.

“If anything, I’m the one that was hurting myself all this time. I’ve really got tunnel vision with you, Ladybug.”

He tapped her hand, giving her a small smile.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you. I… I’ll be fine. I think. It will take time, but I’ll be fine.”

He hugged her and she hugged him back tightly.

“I’ll see you later, then.”

And then, he disappeared.

That night, when she got a video call from Robin, she was on the verge of tears. Relieved that this secret was finally out — for at least one person, it killed her to have another big secret to keep from her friends and family — and worried about her partner.

Robin’s bluntness about her tears actually made her laugh and made her forget for a moment.

Marinette smiled as Robin told her something stupid that Red Hood did on their last patrol.

And she thought, then, that Chat and she would be alright.

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