A/N: A Cracky fanfiction written by MissSasah and myself. Don't take this seriously. It's what we imagine was life would be like with an older (and successful) Luke. Enjoy.

Chapter 1 - Luke is an Gentleman

There was once a man. An amazing man called Legal Luke. Legal Luke was once a boy called Luke. Now, he's a man. Anyhow, Legal was walking one day. He was strolling through a park, sighing as he saw children playing on the swings. He wished he was a boy again, the young Luke Triton who scribbled away in his note book, while every so often shouting "NUMBER ONE APPRENTICE!"

Then he thought, "WHAT THE HELL? I'M SEXY NOW!" And he was in a good mood for the rest of the day.

Professor Layton sat sadly in his office, he was growing old now and had to retire his job as a 'Professor'.. So actually he wasnt Professor Layton.. Just Hershel Layton.

His once tall hat slumped forward now and made him look like a smurf. He read newspapers all day and went for the same long strolls everyday. Hoping to see his Former appertice Luke, who was now hopefully an sucessful professor now himself.

But how wrong he was, he spotted Luke by the swings in a play area talking to little kids about how much of a great puzzle solver he was. All of Layton's hard work had gone to waste.

Layton roared,"LUKE TRITON!"
"Err no one calls me that any- Oh poo." Luke gulped.

The little kids hid behind Legal, a little girl quivered,"Is that wrinkley angry smurf going to hurt you, Mr Triton."
"No.. He's going to rape you all!" He told her.

"WHAT?" Layton and the children exclaimed.

"No..No.." Hershel tried to reasure the children.

"Seriously? What happened to your hat,Professor?" Luke asked.

"It deflated.. I dont want to take it off though.. Claire-"
Luke sighed walking away with the children following behind,"Yeah whatever, see yaaaa..."

"Wait!" Layton cried,"What happened to you Luke? What about your dream.. Being a great professor like-"
"You?" Luke sniggered,"Yeah you were my role model professor but.. That was the young puzzle solving luke.. I have new puzzles to solve in life now.. LIKE WHEN IS MY PIZZA GOING TO COME! sheeeeeshhH!"

A tear trickled down the Professor's cheek, "You've changed Luke... You're not the boy I known... You're now a-"

"Don't say it-" Luke hissed.

"You're a-" Professor whispered.

"Don't!" Luke growled.

"A gentleman." He finished, Luke stared hatefully at his ex- professor. Then screamed and ranaway, "I'M NOT A GENTLEMAN. NO! NO! NO!"

The Professor smiled sadly,"Oh yes you are my boy.. Yes you are."

The Professor walked down the road back to his apartment, where he saw a young girl in a cardboard box, "Professor?"

He looked away quickly and begun walking faster, she followed him,"It is you! Professor Layton please wait!"

Layton stopped,"I'm not a professor anymore.."
"Hm? Why not?" Flora asked.
"I'm getting on Flora if you havent noticed and.. You havent changed a bit."

She smiled,"Thank you."
"No literally, you havent changed AT ALL." He stated.

Flora glanced over to her reflection in a window,"Well my hair is a bit messer and my bow is a bit more ruined.. Oh yeah and I'm poor."
Layton sighed,"Why dont you get a job?"

She shook her head,"No! No... The only jobs I'll get is taking my clothes off and well... You know."
"No tell me."
Her eyes widened at the filthy gleam in his eyes,"Prof..Mr Layton! I dont have any qualifications and.. I'm not really good at anything... Besides puzzles."
"Well I just sit in my office all day waiting to solve a mystery but.. Luke's solving them all now-"
"Luke? How is he?" She gleemed happily.

He scratched his head,"Erm.. He's changed.. He's almost as tall as me."

"Ohh the last time I saw him he was only 14.. 12 years ago..Gosh, I do miss him.. And I miss living with you, ever since you kicked me out." Flora said sadly.
He shook his head, "I didnt kick you out, you were... Yeah I did.."

A cruel grin formed on Layton's mouth, "Hey, Flora, I know where Luke lives. He would LOVE to see you again."

"Really?" Flora smiled hopefully, she stood up. The professor took out a pen and paper, "Here's the street and house number. He will be so happy!" He gave Flora the paper, who giggled happily.

"Oh, thank you, Prof- Hershel." She hugged the Professor, who held his breath, because she smelled like a blocked up tiolet. He pushed her away, his eyes watering.

"Oh Professor! I didn't mean to make you emotional!" She whispered, the Professor wiped them away. "Oh, it's not because of the- nethermind, go and find Luke!"