A Professor Layton Christmas Carol

Hello Layton fans! Didn't I say I would have a Christmas Special up? I hope to have this fic done by Christmas. And didn't I say I would change the name from 'Professor Layton Christmas'?

... Go ahead and laugh. This was the best I could come up with... No not really actually. I have, like, fifty different titles... I might name the top of this page different titles just to toy with you guys XD

Enough rambling: I hope you guys enjoy my special; "Professor Layton and the Silver Bells" ... Did you check the title? =p

Also note, the Dear -insertnamehere- thing. Imagine your name there. Okay? XD

DISCLAIMER: ... Its fanfiction... nuff said.

Prologue:

Dear -Insert_readers_name_here-

It was Twelve Days 'till Christmas: The streets of Londan were crowded that day. Men, women and children hopped from shop to shop, hoping to find the perfect gift for their loved ones. Everywhere you looked, there were multicolored flashing lights and Christmas decorations. There was no way something bad could happen on such a day.

But boy was I in for a shocker! I know the Professor and I have been on many adventures, but this one took the cake, or the figgy pudding in this case. No one would ever believe us, heck, we didn't want to believe ourselves! Or atleast we didn't want to believe something that was more possible than not to be in the realm of fantasy.

It was on this day I noticed something quite strange. Well, I honestly didn't think of it as strange at the time. More like, my eyes playing tricks on me. That day, I heard the faint sounds of bells ringing, and not just any bells: Silver bells.

Now I don't know why I knew this. I honestly thought my imagination was running. But then I looked up curiously. I saw a flicker of something. A glimpe of a shadow flying behind a cloud? Ludicrous, I initially thought. My mind really IS playing tricks on me!

But in truth, it wasn't. It was NOT a fabrication of frilly Christmas joy. What I saw could be considered a sign. A sign of the worst possible thing happening Twelve Days away from holly and jolly.

The downfall of christmas.

December-13th, 6:28pm, WS: Snowing, 20degrees

Professor Hershel layton sipped his tea as calmly as ever. The fireplace glowed brightly with no other lights around to dim its beautifully tamed ferocity. Outside the window, the snowflakes swayed gently in the breeze. It collected on the white ground, where children played by scooping it up in the form of a ball and throwing it at each other.

Luke Triton walked downstairs. He made his presence known with out an aduble yawn. He rubbed his tired eyes.

Layton couldn't help but chuckle at the adorable sight. Luke was quit small for his age, but he did mature and grow. It was a matter of time before his growth spurt kicked in. "Tired, Luke? It has been quite the uneventful day."

Luke sat down across from his mentor. "Much too boring! I wish something eventful would happen!"

"Careful what you wish for Luke. It just might happen." He took another sip. "How is Flora doing?"

The boys legs swung back and forth, a habit of when he's worried. "Better. She still has a fever and is coughing alot. She ate all of your soup then fell asleep."

Layton depicted this as good news. "At least she is resting. Hopefully she will feel better before Christmas." He finishes his tea.

Elsewhere

Clive Dove sat in his cell, praising the peace and quiet. He stared out the barred window. It was beautiful: The white and gold stars stuck out in the dark blue sky, like diamonds waiting to be plucked out of the night sky.

Clive heaved a loud sigh. He was tired of prison already, even if he wasn't in there for long: Two or three weeks at the most?

In reality, prison is an inhumane meat storage, where they lock you up so you could go insane and possibly die of boredom. He felt like a caged animal here. If he didn't do what they said, they would make his time here even harder.

Clive sighed again. This place was depressing. It was horrible. The smell AND the food. He was at the point he just wanted to BEG them to give him the death sentence. But no. He wouldn't do that. He made a promise. He would see the Professor again.

His eyes softened. The Professor. Oh how he missed the man that saved his life twice. And Luke. The adorable kid he pretended to be. It was pure coincidense they shared such a large resemblense. "He looked just like me when I was younger."

And then there was Flora. she was as beautiful and delicate as a freshly plucked cherry blossom in the spring. A single bad move and the petals would fall apart in an instant.

"Clive Dove."

His thoughts were disrupted by the voice. He turned to see the Judge. Though he looked... different somehow. His beard was the color of pure, white snow. Not the grayish-white he remembered. Or was it a trick of the light?

The Judge slipped a hand between the bars holding a light yellow envelope with a candy cane tapped on it. "Merry Christmas."

Clive stood from his spot and took the letter. "Thank you, but it wont be much of a merry Christmas in the confines of a cell, now will it?" He said dryly.

The Judge smiled, his eyes twinkling in a way that told him he never met this man before in his life. He was too... jolly. Looking down at the letter, he plucked the candy cane, unwrapped it and started nibbling the straight end of it. "Mmm. Cherry."

The judged chuckled.

His laugh felt contagious. As if he was never truly stern in his life. Clive decided to humor this crazy man and open the letter.

Dear Clive Dove,

You are hereby releases from prison. Though the damage you did was consiquencial, you weren't truly in your right mind. That is why your case is now, plead of insanity. You don't belong here. You belong with your family: Hershel, Luke and Flora. They both love and miss you very much.

Sincerly, Good Old Saint Nick

Clive reread the letter over and over again, the candy cane drooping in the side of his mouth. He looked up to 'The Judge'. "Y-your messing with me, right?"

Santa chuckled. "Everyone deserves a second chance, Clive. And don't bother showing that letter to anyone you don't know. To them the paper will be blank. Though I recommend you keep it. It might just come in handy someday." He touched his cherry red nose and disapeared into millions of tiny stars, which flew out Clive's barred window.

Clive stared at the window, mouth agaped. Did that just truly happen? Was he really going insane in here?

"Clive Dove." The security guard opened the cell door. "You're free to go."

Clive collected himself and walked out. "What of my things? I wouldn't want to leave in an orange jumpsuit." He hated wearing it and wanted to be rid of it as quickly as possible.

The prison guard sneered. He really hated Clive. "Come this way."

Clive smirked. So maybe he wasn't going crazy, but this would be a new start. A new life filled with new adventures.

One where HE wasn't the antagonist.

I hope you enjoyed the prologue! Now onto the main course!

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