At first sight

Summery: Everybody thought Clive first met Flora in Unwound future. No. what did happen when Flora was left in Dropstone? And why did Clive kidnap Flora? All in one story! An X-mass dedication To LookingxForx! Clive/Flora

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Authors note: Not much Flora/Clive in this chapter some in the chapter after lots in the chapter after that and lots in the chapter after that!

A strange smell of cowpats was in the air. Wait cowpats? Flora sat alone on six bails of hay formed to make a sofa shape. It wasn't in the slightest bit comfortable, The person who put her there wasn't much an artist and had hastily made a quick seat to sit on. Speaking of which who had kidnapped her? She tried to remember what had happened in the last couple of minutes. But it was almost impossible The details where fading rapidly leaving only the big picture. Darkness and the sound of people rushing past. If any passes by where to glance at her they would see a girl sat on a bail of hay eyes closed looking dreamy. Flora was still in a state of trying dreamily remember what had happened when a tiny sound came from under her.

*Squeak*

Flora was so shocked by the little noise that she immediately opened her eyes got up and instinctively attempted to run away from the sound. Attempt was the right word. No sooner had she got up but fell back down again. Due to a vary thickly bound piece of rope tying her hands and feet together. 'Oh lord..' she thought shutting her eyes closed again. But this time she slowly blinked one eye open again to check if to coast was clear. Glancing around with her one opened eye she saw a little red barn. No bigger than two carriages on the Moletery express. Inside where 5 cattle all with some item of human clothing on. Like a straw hat ore a scarf. Then she caught sight of a small mirror on the inside of the door of the barn. In the reflection she could see herself. A young girl of 12 sat on 6 bails of hay with one eye open and a lopsided pony tail, 'Lord see what I've become' she thought to herself shaking her head. Realising that she still had one eye closed Flora opened her second eye. Now she could see her full surroundings. And suddenly remember.

"Professor? Luke? Anyone?"Flora shouted. No reply. "Grate" She said rolling her eyes "ether They have ditched me again ore… Oh…" Now she remembered. Don Paolo! Now she knew why they had gone off without her. He had taken her place! It was like He was playing Flora in some play! "Oh… Hang on the Master of deduction Professor Layton can't tell the difference between me and an evil genus! That's nice to know!" she shouted into nothingness. Boy when The Professor comes to pick her up, If The Professor Comes to pick her up she was going to have a word with him! And again If he was coming to pick her up. Now she actually felt quite sacred.

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Darkness was closing in. And even worse rain clouds where closing in. a few specks of rain fell on her cheek like tears. Then more. Then more. Help. The only thing that could protect Flora from the cold and rain was her Little Red fur tipped shawl. But the catch was that her little red shawl was sitting right beside her getting soaked. And even if she wanted to reach the little couldn't she couldn't. All Flora could do was sit and wait. 10 minutes past. Still raining. 30 minutes past still raining. A whole blooming hour later still raining. If you could die from being wet flora would have died twice. But what's this? He rain clouds Slowly cleared away leaving the suns raise evaporating all the water of flora's bear skin. But the sun wasn't out for long. It had disappeared over the horizon leaving the moon in it's place. Flora felt instantly tired. She had convinced herself that the Professor and Luke would be back by now. If only. When Flora used to live in St. Myster With her mother and farther every night after she had a bath ore a shower she would be of to bed and straight to sleep. Rain to the touch feels like having a shower. A vary cold shower. Over the years she has created a habit of Falling asleep straight after she's had a shower. What ever the time of day. Flora tried everything to stay awake. Everything she was capable of doing after all she had her hands and feet tied together. But as predicted she slowly drifted into a deep sleep…

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Roughly 8am

Falling… falling, Crying out for help. No answer. Falling. Flora jolted up like a bullet. About seventeen seconds ago she was rudely awaken by a prodding in her right arm and someone hissing "miss" into her right ear. Flora, Thinking she was still on the Moletery Express travelling away from Dropstone one, Ignored the noise thinking it was just Luke playing games. But then she felt the hay underneath her and realised she wasn't on the Moletery express anymore. Looking round to see who'd rudely awoken her from her slumber she saw a boy. He was wearing a puzzled expression that you might see The Professor if you just told him Luke had gone to the moon to bye a jar of Candy Cain chutney from a space cow. He had a blue news paper boy hat on, A blue waist coat and brown shorts. Flora now realising that she had been staring blinked and not knowing what to say, said what anyone would say I they found themselves in her position.

"What the-?" She spluttered.

"Do you mind getting of miss?" he said with great calmness as if this sort of thing happens every other day. "The farmer is coming to collect the hay in a couple of hours ore was it days? I just thought you ought to know." Flora could tell he was a few years older than her. 14 perhaps. But the way he was talking down to her made her feel like she was 6. She wasn't having any of that! Now getting an annoyed look in her eyes he fell down beside her making the bails of hay jump.

"Clive." She said in a chary tone holding a hand out to her.

"Have you got a pen knife Clive?" she said giving him a knowing look.

"Wha-?" This time it was the boys tern to splutter.

"Just answer the question." She said resuming her position looking straight forward "Have you ore have you not Got a pen knife in those pockets?" Normally Flora patient but this time. Time was costing her dearly. The professor and Luke where getting further and further away by the second.

"I think I have." Said Clive wondering what a girl at 14 wanted with a pen knife.

"Then please." She was losing her patience by the second. "Cut me out of these bindings" Flora said sat up to reveal the Rope that was tied tightly around her wrists. Now Clive could see why she was so reluctant to shake his hand.

"oh. Of cores" And with that he took a silver object out of his pocket. It was only the size of a small pencil but the with of a small rubber. Flora had never been so happy to see a knife. She sat off her hands and pushed the Towards Clive, knife in hand. He nudged up to her hand and took them in his. She blushed a little with this sudden contact. Clive noticed she was blushing and fought the erg to blush himself. Quickly Clive extended the little blade. He put the blade onto the rope and started cutting. The tiny blade took what felt like for ever to cut threw Flora's bindings. Once it was finally done he held her hands in his and took the bindings off from her wrists. Now he was left holding her hands. Flora took her hands out of his and rubbed her wrists. Clive Blushed a bit noticing his mistake .

"sorry if I've been a bit demanding just, I really should be somewhere right now." She looked down as she fiddled with her leg bindings. Once she had undone them she looked up at him. "Thanks for everything…" Now Clive and Flora where blushing.

"Well… If you need to bee somewhere," He slipped of the hay bail and "I'll Just go."

"Wait!" She said "Do you know if the Moletery Express has left the station?" She said looking distracted. He turned round looking at her face.

"Why? I think it when two hours ago! Do you have to catch it?" He said. Clive was now looking a bit worried for her. She sighed and slumped back in the closed her eyes.

"You could say that. Now that's the second time they've left me alone. And now he's in my place pretending to me!" Clive was nodding along but he wasn't following any of it. He put two hands on the bail of hay and popped onto the hay beside her.

"Well I'm not going anywhere. No where to go. Why don't we start again?"