Happy Holiday's faithful viewers,
God how long has it been since I wrote a fan fiction, too long in my case. It feels good to be back on the keyboard again. I though of putting up a quick one for the holidays, though whether it will be finish before the new years is uncertain. It depends on when artist block comes into play or not. Anyway enjoy this short but sweet intro.
Bright sunlight shines on your face, forcing you out of your slumber land. You moan as you push yourself up from the comfy pillow that held your head so gently. Sitting up on you bed, arm reaching for the ceiling before rubbing the sleep out from your eyes. Suddenly you notice that the room you were staying in wasn't your own; it was much different but somehow it felt familiar to you.
The room is simple in how it looks; the walls are painted in a tasteful cream orange. Hanging upon them are a few maps of various places that never crossed your mind. Along with one or two masks, pendants and other things you would find in a history book. Your hand smoothly slides along the large queen bed that served as your steed to a good nights rest. Sheets so red it would shame the reddest rose, but what pick you as strange is the left side of the bed was all ready made.
"Where am I, what is this place?" these question race through your mind like crazy.
You try to remember what had happened the night before, or any night before for that matter. Sadly the headache you feel prevents you from remembering much, one thing you were sure of is you were in your resting in your room after a hard day at work. The black and red Christmas shirt and work pants on the chair beside the bed confirm that memory. You decide to explore your new surrounding instead of staying in bed, thinking maybe something around here would jog your shaky memory. It takes you a matter of minutes to change out of your simple P.J's into your clothes.
A small staircase beckons to you after leaving the bizarre bedroom. Not caring at the moment what else was on this floor you descend down to the first floor. You skip the last step, making a small thud on the mahogany wooden floor and casually stroll into the room. The entire place is 18th century Neo Victorian; the furniture, the wallpaper, even the Christmas nick-knacks on the shelves and tables, the strange sense of familiarity mixes with the fear of being in a strange place for the second time.
A small cup on the coffee table catches your eyes. Freshly brew tea rests beside a large photo inside a beautiful winter frame. You can feel your throat just aches for something to rinse out the dryness inside, it finally temps you to pick up the luke warm cup and drink it. The blend tastes bitter yet sweet at the same time; it warms you up as it travels down. A fruity aftertaste is left as you wipe your upper brow, you sigh as the sense of deja vu washes over you again.
You put down the empty cup and exchange it for the photo, the contents of it sends a wave of confusion and doubt. It was a photo of you alright; however it was the three people with you that scare you. Two children stood on opposite ends of the picture; on the left a boy in blue that came up to your waist, and young girl in a cream dress stood on your right side. Your hand rests on top of her brunet held-up-by-a-bow-ponytail hair. Finally a man that had the most incredible smile took his rightful place on your left side. You only came up to his shoulder but the tall chocolate silk hat makes you look shorter, it matches the large collared coat and orange turtle neck you rest you head on.
You held your head, the headache from earlier begins to take form again, "It…it can't be…" you whisper to no one.
"Ah, you're awake my dear." A sweet familiar voice answers.
You turn to the kitchen and see the man from the photo, looking much more handsome in person. The only thing different is his coat and hat are nowhere to be found, but it didn't matter to you. His short fluffy hair looks just as good, if not better on him.
"Professor...Layton..." his name escapes your lips.
His chuckle gave you goose bumps, "Please my dear, call me Hershel," he places his tea down beside hers, "We are dating now so theirs no need for formalities."
"Me...and Him...DATING!" it slowly clicked, "For...for how long?" you nervously ask him.
"About two months, three at most." He answers as he approaches you. Your bodies are mere inches apart; your face starts to burn as your check turn to a light shade of pink. He place his hand on the back of your head, though he does it so gently a spike of pain is sent through out you skull.
"Seems the bump you received last night did more damage than I thought." His sweet voice melts you.
Curiosity compels you to ask "How did it happen?"
The Professor's checks burn a crimson red, "Well, we got a little carried away...we bumped into the cabinet and one of the marble stone rolled off and..."
"And hit me square on the noggin." You said, putting the pieces together.
He nods, "You were out cold for the rest of the night, the stone had no edge but it was blunt enough to draw blood" He raises his arms and rest them on your, then he pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you for a hug, "I was so worried, I was afraid...that I lost you."
Your light pink blush turns a furious red, but you didn't mind this at all. You slide you arm off his chest around to his back to deepen the embrace. Closing your eyes you take in the scent of the Belle Classic the two of you were drinking and peppermint cologne. The two of you stay this way for what felt like an eternity till you hear the bells of the grandfather clock. You pull away from each other enough for you to see the clocks face. In twelve hours it will be Christmas, the though of spending the most magical of all days with a gentleman makes you blush again.
"Time for me to get going..." said the Professor, he heads for the coat rack next to door.
"You're leaving?" you ask as he puts his trademark hat and coat on.
He turns to you with a sad but sincere smile, "I have a few lectures today sadly, but I won't be long. I'll be back before you know it," You lower you head, a little nervous to look him in the eyes, but he lifts it easily with one of his strong fingers, "After all; one should never keep a lady waiting on Christmas Eve, that what a gentleman does."
He leans down and places a butterfly kiss on your lips, your eyes grow to the saucer size and your blush is at full strength. He tips his hat to you before heading out to snowy London town. You legs turn to mush and you slump to the floor, two fingers touch your slightly wet lips.
"This feels...so real," you thought, "This can't be a dream...What's going on?"
Not bad for a introduction; you waking up in Professor Layton's room with no memory of him being you're boyfriend. Don't forget to review and Merry Christmas! ^-^