Chapter Text
In the daytime, I'm Sophie,
Just a normal girl with a normal life.
But there's something about me that no one knows yet,
'Cause I have a secret.
~
He would never admit it, but he'd only agreed to this latest shoot because he knew she'd be there. At the park.
Actually, he knew that she'd be babysitting, which meant that she would probably bring Bex to the park.
He wasn't stalking her, he swore he wasn't.
Oh, right. Who was she?
Sophie Foster. The most talented girl in school, the prettiest girl he'd ever seen, and the most extraordinary girl ever. She had wavy blonde hair and the prettiest brown eyes he'd ever seen. In fact, she was the only one with brown eyes in their whole school, Foxfire Academy.
But that was besides the point.
"Monsieur Sencen, magnificent! Now, turn the right, no the other right," the photographer insisted, flashing a bright light in his face and snapping the picture right as he smirked. "Wonderful, one more and then we can take a break. How about you put those pouty lips to work and well. . . pout?"
He obliged, turning the side and following the photographer's instructions and pouting, his eyes shining mischievously.
"Marvelous, merci!" The photographer trilled, smacking his lips together. He smirked. "Your father is going to love this!
And his smirk slipped. Of course they had to bring up his father. Cassius Sencen, world famous fashion designer and one of the most well known in Paris. And after all, he was the whole reason he was even doing the photoshoot.
"Merci Jaques," he mumbled, grabbing his bag and stalking away to grab a snack.
"You know, if you hate doing those things so much, you should just bring it up with Lord Pretentious," a squeaky voice suggested.
"I know, I probably will," Keefe agreed, looking down. "Are you seriously still eatin-" His complaint was cut off by a loud crash. His head jerked upward, and he found himself staring at a large ice-covered dome.
Wait.
There had been a carousel there two seconds ago, and he could've sworn he'd seen Linh, Bex, and Sophie get on a few minutes before that.
"Ok Ro, we're done eating. Let's go. Claws out!"
~
"Linh, I'm really sorry, but I promised Grady I'd help out at the pet store tonight. I swear I'll be free later," she promised. "You know I can't say no to Dex's siblings. They're adorable, and he hates when they get in the way of his chemistry."
"Ok, fine. But I want a cat in return."
"Tam still hasn't budged?" She asked her best friend, surprised. "I thought he would've by now, especially with all of the pleading and the begging and the kissing up. Didn't you even set him up on a date with Marella?"
Linh nodded miserably. "I did, but he didn't want to talk about it. He's never been in a relationship before, and you know Marella. . ." she trailed off halfheartedly.
"Okay, I'm going to get that balloon that Bex wanted. Can you take her to the carousel?" Linh nodded, picking the girl up and sitting her on her shoulders and giggling as she lead the girl to the alicorn ride.
"Where's Sophie going?" the little girl asked.
"You wanted that balloon right?" Linh reminded the eight year old. "She's going to go get it. Meanwhile, we're going to ride Silveny here."
"Silveny?" Bex echoed. "Did you talk to the alicorn?" Linh gave her a sly smile.
"Maybe," she sang. Sophie smiled and turned around pulling out her phone to see why it had been ringing when a loud crash startled her. She spun around to see what had appened and found a dome of ice encasing the carousel.
With Linh and Bex inside it. She gasped.
"Sandor, we need to transform, I shouldn't have left them there," she berated herself. The gray goblin kwami shook his head.
"There's nothing you could've done, Mademoiselle Foster. But you can do something about it now," he squeaked. She nodded, her jaw set with determination.
"You're right. Sandor, Spots on!"
~
"Hey Ice Queen!" The Lodestar called out, smirking at the mesmerized girl in front of him. "Why don't you pick on someone your own temperature?"
"My name's not Ice Queen, it's Stormy Weather!" She huffed, wheeling on him. He held his hands up.
"Woah, no harm intended. Listen, since I'm feline particularly generous today, why don't you just give up now?"
Apparently, it hadn't been the right thing to say, for the next thing he knew, the Lodestar was flying through the air, along with some cars, and then he crashed in the street, careening into a few cars along the way. He snorted, preparing to get up when he noticed a sparkly purple gloved extended to him.
"I thought you always landed on your feet?" a teasing voice laughed, pulling him to his feet. He smiled sheepishly as she blushed.
"Well Moonlark, always a pleasure," he smirked, pulling her hand to his lips to kiss it. She blushed, pulling her hand out of his hold and using her other to push his nose away.
"Now is not the time for your childish charm, Lodestar," she mumbled, still blushing furiously, and reaching up to fidget with the mardi gras style mask she wore. He smirked and she rolled her eyes, her lips twitching with the hints of a smile.
"I suppose it's not the most purr-fect time," he agreed, his smirk widening as she scowled.
"Come on, we have to figure out how to stop her. What's her power again?" The Moonlark winced as the girl in question appeared.
"I think it's time for a little lightning!" Stormy Weather exclaimed, pointing her parasol at the sky. It ripped open, shooting out forks of crackling light.
"Look out!" The Moonlark tackled the Lodestar as it split the street in two and she landed on top him, their chests flush against each other. She scrambled to her feet ignoring his crooked smile and the heat in her cheeks as she turned to face the mesmerized girl.
"You got lucky!" She screamed. "Black Ice!" The road froze over and she shot a gale-force wind at them. The Lodestar slipped, and would've flown backwards if the Moonlark had caught him by his furry tail.
"I knew you found the tail a-peal-ling," he joked as the wind died down. He spun his melder in his hand, pulling her close again as Stormy Weather used the winds to throw a bus at them.
"Not a chance 'Star," she mumbled, looking around and slipping out of his arms, able to breathe again.
"What'cha looking for? Eye bet I could find it," he offered. She shoved him and he tripped, falling quite gracefully through the door to the side of the bus.
"Got it!" The Moonlark cheered. "Come on 'Star, I think I know where we can find her." The Lodestar craned his neck to see the Moonlark keenly observing a TV screen.
"You think she's on TV?" he asked, confused. She shook her head.
"Well, yes, but, where would she have to be to make herself the news?" His eyes widened when he realized what she meant.
"She's at Oblivimyre!" he said, snapping his fingers. She nodded, grinning as she threw her lasso at the nearest street lamp, swinging into the air before throwing it again. Grinning, the Lodestar followed, shooting his melder into the ground and rocketing upwards.
~
"Ok, now what?" He whispered in her ear. She shivered, slipping on something and falling down ungracefully. He caught her waist, holding a finger to his lips as he looked over her head. Meanwhile, she wriggled out of his grip.
A TV screen crackled to life and was lit up with the face of the mesmerized girl herself, Stormy Weather, as Vespera had dubbed her.
Stormy Weather cackled. "Oh, you didn't think it'd be that easy, did you?" The stage lights fell on top of each other with a crash, and the Moonlark and Lodestar spun around, back-to-back as they looked around.
Another crash, and the Moonlark barely managed to pull the Lodestar from the wreckage. But now the lights were out, and for all her skills, the Moonlark couldn't see.
"I can't hear her thoughts either," she whispered, clutching the Lodestar's hand tightly as he guided her through the dark. "Are you sure she went this way?"
She knew he was smirking as he answered. "Paws-itive." She rolled her eyes but didn't let go as he dragged her to a door, and blasted it open using the melder.
"I still can't see!" The Moonlark complained, tripping on the stairs. She felt the Lodestar tug her up the stairs—up the stairs—and they found themselves at the top of the news building, facing Stormy Weather, who hovered in the air above the billboard, her parasol gleaming with the same mesmerizing energy.
"We've got to get that parasol away from her," she muttered, looking around for anything she'd be able to use.
"This would be so much easier if you just hand over your nexuses!" Stormy Weather suggested, showering them with strong gusts of wind. The Lodestar fired his blaster in the wind blindly as the Moonlark looked around before giving in and leaping onto the heater behind her, jumping high and teleporting back down, a towel in hand.
"A towel?" She cried out. The Lodestar looked over, nodding appreciatively.
"So while we're being attacked by the weather, we'll get to stay dry?" He offered, unhelpfully. She rolled her eyes looking around again before her eyes lit up.
"Lodestar, the billboard!" He nodded running off, firing at the billboard multiple times and watched it crash down. Meanwhile, the Moonlark had roped her lasso around the parasol, and when she'd tried to fly away, it had snapped. She wrapped her lasso around the girl, spinning her around before letting go and throwing the parasol in the air.
"Mallowmelt!" She called out, watching in awe as the sparkly purple light washed over the city, fixing everything the mesmerized girl had wrecked, before turning back to the Lodestar, blushing slightly when he ran a hand through his hair.
"Pound it!" They bumped their fists together, and he fired it into the building floor, shooting up and diving down, before bouncing back up. She shook her head and jumped up off, teleporting back home, and detransforming. The smile stayed on her face the whole day.
~
"You do know the Moonlark likes you, right?" Ro asked when Keefe detransformed. He shrugged, biting his lip and handing the ogre a custard burst.
"Yeah, but I like Sophie," he argued. "and we don't even know who we are under the masks."
"True," Ro nodded, chewing the custard burst thoughtfully. "But what would you do if they we're the same person?"
Keefe burst out laughing.
"Sophie's too perfect to be the Moonlark. You're starting to sound like Fitz."