A/N: Yay! Layton fic! My first!

Disclaimer: We all know the drill. I don't own anything but my OC. *sigh* if only….

Do you Remember?

Luke awoke with a start. He could never sleep well. He clung onto his teddy bear. The one possession from his parents. He couldn't remember them that well. Hell, he was only 2 when he was taken away by social services and put into the orphanage. He was breathing heavily from the dream he had just had. He was with his parents. One of the happier times but there was a girl about 6 years older than him there. She had kind blue eyes and sandy brown hair. She was playing with him when his parents came in and took her out of the room. Moments later he heard her cry out. That's when he awoke.

He shook his head. This shouldn't mean anything. He was safe with the Professor that was all that mattered. He was away from the hellhole he was forced to call home. Although however much he tried he couldn't get the image of the girl out of his head. He was distracted however when the familiar call of his professors voice called him down for breakfast.

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She looked up at the tall London apartment. If the Orphanage had gotten the address wrong, she wasn't going to be very happy. Her sneakers crunched the gravel. She pushed the door open. The only sound was her feet tapping on the laminated floor. She looked at the photo again. She was so busy staring that she bashed into a man with a burnt orange shirt.

"Sorry sir." She said as she walked past him. He stared at her as she walked towards his apartment.

"Excuse me miss, what is it you are wanting?" Professor Layton asked with mild curiosity, concern growing for the boy in the apartment. She turned around.

"I'm sorry but I'm looking for my brother." She said.

"I was told that this is the address he moved to when he got adopted." She glanced at the photo and showed it to the Professor.

"Do you know him?" She asked desperately. Layton's eyes widened.

"Never mind then, I guess I got given the wrong address. If you see this boy at all, tell him his sister is looking for him." She smiled and turned around.

"Wait miss! Are you possibly referring to Luke Trinton?" He asked. She nodded.

"I'm his guardian." He gulped. The teen's eyes widened.

"So the famous Hershel Layton is my brother's guardian? Huh, couldn't have asked for better." She smiled.

"Could I possibly see him?" She asked. Layton nodded.

"Of course!" He unlocked the apartment door and let her in.

"Professor? Are you back already?" Luke asked as he walked into the front room still in his pyjamas.

"Huh? Who's this Professor?" He asked with curiosity in his eyes.

"Luke? It's me, Amy, your sister." She knelt down to him.

"I don't have a sister. I was an only child!" Luke protested. Amy sighed. She pulled out her purse and took out a picture of her 10 year old self and a 2 year old Luke.

"It's true Luke. I'm your sister, Amy Trinton."

YAY! Layton fic! What do you think? Love? Hate? Don't know? Don't care? I'm all ears so criticize away!