Author: Contains a bit spoilers for curious village (about the golden apple) and about Clive's story from the unwound future... so be warned PLEASE ENJOY:

Clive's special answer

Another sad day started for Clive at four a.m. in a little black cell in the Londoner prison. The young man stood up from his uncomfortably mat and reached out for a white chalk piece, which laid on the only chair he had in his tiny chamber.

"Good morning, Clive. Good morning too, my good friend.",

He said with a broken voice, as he casually, glided his fingers through his disheveled hair and touched the wall in front of himself. Yes, this wall was the 'friend' he talked to... since no-one but him was in there. What he then drew on the black wall were some lines, which should of have shown, how many days already passed. 200 days... okay, twenty days to go and he'll be a free man again. On probation of course. But at a time, suddenly a loud knock, made him drop his chalk and finally tore him out of his half-sleep...

Why Clive ended up in jail (Spoilers) :

After Clive turned his back on his mind that went totally crazy, he realized that he really has hurt many people and their beloved ones. Many houses were also destroyed and just grounded flatly. His machine, he build with a few scientists, was so giant, that he could of erased whole London with one step! Everything was planned out perfectly and brilliant conducted. Only one problem stood in his way. Hershel Layton... His protector, who held him back, from running back into the burning house, when he was a child. Certainly he recognized him with only one gaze and hoped that Layton would help him once again...Luckily he did helped him, but he didn't bewared him from prison. The Professor knew namely, that he needed the time on his own, to come back to himself. To his normal self...

"Dove!"

Lifting the chalk up, a little slit in the door gave the light a way to sneak into his gloomy cell. Blinking a few times, Clive said:

"Yes, sir!":

The sign, that he was alone and awake. A lovely sound of twisting keys in the big lock, filled his ears and made him smile weakly. He didn't knew why the guard came, to visit him. It was definitely not time for breakfast!

"I've got to tell you, that you've made a positive impression on the director of the jail. You earned a day in freedom. Use it... but don't take this off..."

The man, who had many scars from his job on his face, gave him a bracelet, which he couldn't take off and sent the jail dates where he was localized at the moment. Fascinating!

"Thank you, Sir! I won't take it off. Question: when can I leave?"

He said with a strong voice, sounding very respectful and always alike:

"Now. There are your clothes. You can leave when you're ready, but tell me when you go."

His brown shorts, his blue jacket and tie, socks, a gray vest and a white shirt were roughly put in his thin arms, when he merely nodded as response. After that the door was closed, without locking it. Silence in the little room.. then he exploded:

"Yes! Finally, it paid off! But wait..."

His happy mood turned into thoughtfulness. What was he supposed to say, when he would face the Professor, Luke or Flora?

"I can't just walk in, pretending that nothing happened, after eight months passed!"

He mumbled, while he slipped out of his black pants, back into his own ones. Clive continued talking with himself, when he finally was finished with dressing him up. Knocking on the thick door, he yelled:

"I'm ready!"

"It's open..."

Sighing slightly, for forgetting such a thing, he stepped out of his cell and saw light again, after two days in the dark chamber. It was too blinding, so he held his hand in front of his eyes, saying:

"Sir, I'm missing my hat and my shoes."

The guard raised both eyebrows and showed him that he already fetched them.

"Here... You can go. Be back at eight p.m."

Once again, he nodded and left the prison permanently...

"Who's ringing so early?"

Hershel stood up from his bed and realized that the loud sound of the bell, didn't just awaken himself, when he walked down the gear to the entrance. Also Luke and Flora were up, wondering who that might be. The three of them were all gathered before the door, as Layton opened the wooden Door:

"Hello, Professor."

Two jaws dropped down to the ground, making Clive smirk, but surprisingly the third one wasn't that astonished that he returned.

"Clive, Come in. It's freezing outside."

He received him warmly, letting him in immediately and offered him a hot cup of delicious tea, while he went into the kitchen. Flora was just overwhelmed, sitting on the couch and eyeing him the whole time. He changed so much... just the way he acts is totally different now: so nice and friendly, not like the day, where he kidnapped her to his huge metal colossus. And Luke?... he was quiet unimpressed by his appearance. Rather annoyed, when he saw that Flora couldn't take her eyes off him.

"May I take a seat?"

"Yes."

She patted the spot, on which he was about to sit on. Smiling at her, Clive started to explain everything what happened: That he got a day in Freedom, that there were only nineteen more days to serve and that he was sorry for all what he has done. A few hours past and the sun finally rose. It was about eight a.m... Time to go for Luke and Hershel. They had to buy food for the next few weeks, because the supplies were already used up. Flora wouldn't come with them, since she was invited to a party. Her best friend celebrated her birthday... she couldn't miss that. But now she was close to decline her invitation.

"Sadly, we have to leave. We'll try to hurry up Clive, but I hardly assume that you'll be four hours alone with Flora. I'm aware that it's the wrong moment to go shopping, but we have to.",

Hershel said, adjusting his Top Hat politely.

"No Problem. I'll take care of her and of your Apartment. Nothing will happen, Promise."
"Perfect... See you later then, My boy."

Smiling, because of the last words, The Professor went out with his angry apprentice and closed the door behind him. Silence filled the living room, as both didn't dared to speak... Breaking the awkward tranquility, Clive stood up, holding his hand out to be reached by Flora:

"Madam, I'd like to guide you to the kitchen, only if you don't mind."

He spoke, with an extremely British accent, imitating the Professor also with his Gentleman behavior. Flora giggled and played along:

"Of course I don't mind. Hold on a second, dear. I'll just take my prodigious cup of tea."

Placing her fingertips on his stretched out hand, she curtseyed down to her right, lifting the mug up. Head held high, they walked into the kitchen. Their half-closed eyes opened immediately, as Flora set the cup down and then. after another second of silence, they've bursted out of laughter.

"God, It hurts so bad..."

Clive said, while he held his stomach,t rying to push the weird feeling away from the hard laughing.

"Priceless! Just priceless.. I bet I never could of done that with Luke."

Her sweet giggles stopped promptly, when he got earnest from one moment on the other...

"Oh, I see. He adores 'his' professor so much that he never would joke about him, am I right?"

Flora looked up, into his dark eyes, while she searched a way to his smooth hand and led him back to the couch again. He was quiet surprised that she wasn't mad at him at all, in contrary, she made eye contact the whole time and couldn't stop smiling...

'I have to ask her, what that's all about'

"You're right. It's always very funny with him, but it is nothing against you..."

Clive couldn't hide his emotions behind his poker face, he gained in the jail. He dropped his gaze to the ground, avoiding her glimpse as he sat down.

"Well, I thought you're mad at me... I've used you as a lever and was extremely rude to you..."

"I can't be angry with you. You regret it, that's all what counts and you've changed also, so I'm happy with that."

Grinning, Clive widened his arms, to pull her in a close hug. Both of them felt so good, a bit happiness came up and of course, the great feeling of having a friend back also appeared in their hearts. After Flora squeezed him tightly, she said:

"Wait a minute, I have to make a call..."

Stretching herself to the left, she reached for the white phone and called her best friend:

"What are you doing?"

Clive asked, still smiling like a little child, who just found a trefoil in a huge meadow.

"H-hello (cough), I don't feel good, dear. (cough) I … I can't come to your party... I'm deeply (cough) sorry."

Giving her a hard time, to keep her serious face, Clive adjusted his tie oddly, with loosening it slightly.

"See you, at school. Happy Birthday! (cough), bye."

"Brilliant!"

Laughing, she placed the phone back on the little table besides her, while she earned an applause for her little show.

"What did you just declined?"

"A party, want to spend the time with you... after all, I've got many questions."

"Okay..."

He leaned back, making himself comfortable, for the talk, what she merely copied.

"So, let's start. First question?"

With a petite smile on her lips, she continued:

"How long do you stay?"

"Till eight p.m. We've the whole afternoon time."

"How did you got this day to visit us?"

"Good Impression."

"How does a real kiss feel like?"

Now, that tore him out of his mind... out of everything. Why was she even asking him such a thing? Clive assumed that he misunderstood her:

"How a real kiss feels like? Was that what you've just asked?"

Only nodding, Flora looked at him innocently, which irritated him at first:

"Why, haven't you kissed Luke meanwhile?"

"Yes, I have, but I didn't felt as great as everyone says a kiss is like. No butterflies or anything similar."

'Where was this going...? Did she really wanted me to answer that?.. Oh Please!'

"Well... It's quiet good if you love the person you're kissing, otherwise its just nothing
special... maybe it makes a little fun but not more. My view on things..."

"So, you think I don't love him?"

Flora really had the talent to make everything complicated...

"No, I'm not. Guess you or he isn't good then."

"Oh! How dare you, saying that. You don't even know!"

His turn to look to the side, making a cocky smile and reply:

"Then proof it..."

This was going nowhere. Clive knew that she was painfully shy... did he honestly accepted that she would of kissed him? Ridiculous.

"Clive! You know it would be wrong, and I don't think that you want it either..."

"Come on, you're just shy. Admit it."

Blushing hard, she avoided to look in his eyes, since this conversation got way too far.

"Okay! Okay... maybe I am, but that isn't the point."

"Then show me, how Luke kissed you. Perhaps I can figure out what he missed."

Flora's cheeks turned into an hard shade of red, but she calmed herself down quickly, playing it cool, while she only blinked. Clive closed his eyes as response, awaiting the probably most terrible kiss, he ever had. But he got disappointed: All what Flora gave him was a fast peck on his lips, pulling back immediately. Sitting there, still closed-eyed he couldn't help but think:

'God... a gorgeous, nineteen year old girl, only got kissed once by a total moron... How sad.'

Flora started to get nervous, after he didn't spoke the next minute. Then finally, he found some words:

"That wasn't a kiss. It was just emotionless...rough, quick, without a meaning. No wonder it didn't felt good..."

"If you say so."

It made her a little upset, to hear that the peck might, didn't even had a meaning, yet it was exactly how he described it.

"Believe me, it's true. He has to... handle you softly, just like your skin's next to his, he has to feel you, he has to touch you, kiss you with all his heart."

All what Flora's face emitted was: Wow.

"I thought, guys like you, only exist in movies, or cheesy musicals..."

Looking up again, he lifted one of his mouth corners, shaping a beautiful, little smile.

"Please, close your eyes and trust me..."

Her dreamy smirk faded away slowly, as she obeyed him, showing her long lashes. A few seconds later, Flora felt his fingertips cautiously stroking all over her neck and staying there. He sent shivers down her spine, when his hair tickled her jawline, while he gently placed a few kisses on her sensitive nape. She exhaled audibly, dropped her head to the site and let him go on. Those full lips felt so good against her skin... not to think of his hands. Now he cupped her cheek softly, leaning in for the kiss. Firstly he teased her, with touching her upper lip slightly, always keeping a bit room between their mouths. Then he finally pleased her, kissing her gently. Both we're totally in it, feeling the warmth and smoothness from each lips. Clive broke the kiss with a weak noise of parting lips, before he passively involved his tongue. He knew that it would only hurt Flora, if he used her feelings and her body for his own pleasure once again...

"Are you okay?"

Clive asked caring, while he took her hand in his. She was speechless. With closed eyes, she compressed her lips, wanting to taste him and this moment.

"Yes... yes I am. Never felt better. My first kiss..."

Ultimately looking around, she found Clive, still very near in front of her.

"Sorry, for stealing it."

"Don't be sorry for that. I'd rather thank you."

He retorted her statement with an oddly fond smile, while his gaze fell down to her collarbone. Her golden apple mark shined madly in a golden tone.

"What's that? Is that normal?"

"You've changed... but you're still curious as hell... Its a mark that I have since my birth. It always shines when I feel extremely happy, I laugh or just feel weal around someone."

"That's a good sign then. What about a stroll? It's a bit cold but a good place to waste some time."

Flora immediately stood up, tugging him up as well.. but then she stopped in her tracks, nearly dislocating his shoulder, as he went on and didn't let go off her hand.

"We can't leave the apartment. Hershel and Luke aren't coming back anytime soon. I bet they won't come back before you leave. You know how Luke is, he..."

"...asks the Professor many questions, wants to eat ices everywhere and wants always a new puzzle book, which Hershel has to explain precisely. Okay... I understand it, we'll stay."

She raised an eyebrow, wondering why he knew what she wanted to say:

"You're still wondering? I've spent a lot of time, questioning a crowded city about Luke, trying to imitate his personality perfectly. So I know such things. And also the way I look is very Luke-ish I guess."

"Can you read minds, Clive?"

Chuckling slightly he replied:

"No, I can't. But I was quiet obvious that you were going to ask that... Oh forget it. Let's make some fresh bread! ...Don't ask. Learned it in the prison and don't know what to do else."

"What can I say? … Let's do this."

"The Yeast's here!"

Flora screamed from behind the fridge, also handing him two eggs out. Clive carefully picked them out of her little hands and broke them on the edge of the bowl, right into the flour hill. After she cut the yeast in tiny pieces, she added them in the mass. A few steps passed and the bread dough was ready for the oven. Meanwhile, they've chatted and laughed, even messed around with some flour, which stuck now in their hair. And also something else happened... Clive only thought about his feelings, he couldn't describe:

'What is exactly going on here? I honestly don't think that.. Flora and I would work together. I mean... I'm five years older than her and there's still Luke. It's weird that I've so strong feelings about this girl... But there's something about her...'

"Bread's ready!"

"Oh good lord."

That was coming suddenly! Overplaying it, Clive went on normally, helping her with bringing the hot baking plate out. Fortunately Flora didn't asked about it...
The whole afternoon just flew away: She watched a movie with him, they've ate the self made bread and talked a few hours dead. It was already 8 p.m. Actually the time, where he should be back in his black cell. Instead of that, Clive ignored the time, spoke with Flora, while he developed serious feelings for her, every second he spent in her proximity.

"Who that might be... I bet it's Luke."

Smiling brightly, he opened the door... or rather opening the door to his cell.

"Dove! You're too late! We have to bring you back, if you want or not."

The same guard said, leaving his two other friends space in the door frame.

"Can I say goodbye? Take's just a minute, Sir"

He threw a gaze behind himself, seeing a shocked girl. Flora didn't knew these guys and was scared that they would just drag Clive with them far away from her. Walking up to him, she automatically searched his hand and slowly ran her finger through his, distracting him from his fate.

"Your girl, eh?"

"That's none of your business! Now, take me with you and leave her alone."

Slipping out of her weak grip, he held his hands before himself. The guard roughly put an hard clutch around his thin wrists and tore him out of the apartment, downstairs.

"Flora! Goodbye..."

Clive yelled, but the last word, was spoken so softly that she barely didn't heard it. In the meantime, she fallowed the guys hysterically. Screaming and punching them in the back didn't helped either. They've went out of the block, into a cold winter night, where snowflakes fell. An open door to the police car made Flora even more afraid... afraid of losing a friend, of losing a love.

"Please, Hold on a second!"

The guard turned around, held firmly Clive's hands behind his back and pushed him a bit away from himself. Acting nervously, Flora, how clumsy she was, stumbled over the last stage, falling right in front of him, very close to his face. One of the guards suppressed a giggle, when they've shared a moment in silence...

"Professor? Is that Flora and Clive?"

On the other side of the street, was a row of cars, sticking in a traffic jam. One of them, was a red, high-cut car, filled with Hershel and his apprentice.

"What's going on there?"

Layton didn't knew either... The Police car confused him at most.

"Clive? When will we meet again?"

Flora's eyes teared up, at the sight of him, head hanging lowly.

"If you don't hurry up, in a year!"

"In twenty days..."

Forcing a smile, she leaned in to the right, trying to kiss him, as good as she could
under tears. Placing her hands on his chest, she shed a tear, after he retorted the kiss fondly.

"Time to go!"

Guards were just to earnest... the one who had control over Clive, wrenched him backwards into the car. His buddy's closed the door and drove away rapidly, leaving the broken girl standing in the snow.

What an emotional rollercoaster for her...

Author's Note: Sooo a new story (maybe an one-shot if you didn't liked it that much) And.. i really hope you've liked it. Please R&R! tried to capture the kiss as good as i could.. so let me know how i did it :P Thanks for reading 3