A/N: Well my lovelies, here's another story. Never done a PL one before though, so bear with me. As always, constructive criticism much appreciated! Enjoy :P

Oh and P.S. Flora POV

I was hot.

I hated being hot.

Why where we on this beach anyway? I hate beaches!

Though of course it was this or be left in the hotel to knit. Um, no thank you.

It was our first holiday to the seaside, with me, Luke, and the Professor. Luke begged to go to the sea and absolutely would not accept compromise, so we all packed our bathing suits and set off for the crowded, smelly, hot, beach near the city.

Oh yay.

I was yet to find a single good thing about the beach, even though the Professor was trying to make me more optimistic.

"Do cheer up, Flora. The sea isn't that bad. I suppose." He said.

Something told me that the Professor was as sick of getting ice cream spilt on the blanket as I was.

"Professor! Professor, look!" Luke's words tripped over each other in his attempt to get them all out.

"What is it, my boy?" asked the Professor, slightly disinterested.

"A note! It was stuck on my notebook!"

"Oh?"

Meet me at the old bridge. - Clive

"What? Clive?" Luke shouted.

"No! Professor, I won't go!" I said, staunchly refusing to acknowledge Clive's existence.

" Flora. I understand your prejudice. But a true gentleman never ignores another's requests." He stated calmly.

So, of course, we set off to the old bridge on the outskirts of the city. We didn't walk for very long, seeing as the beach was close to the bridge anyway. Luke, even though he was now thirteen, still tripped over his feet in attempts to walk like the professor. Me, now fifteen, walked the same as always… barely fast enough to keep up. My thoughts drifted to Clive, and how he must have been freed of his jail sentence early. In fact, I remembered reading in the papers. I snapped out of my reverie to find that I'd fallen several metres behind Luke and the Professor.

We slowed to a stop at the old bridge. It was, in fact, older than I'd expected it to be, and it seemed that if I stepped on it, it might nearly bring the whole bridge crumbling. I decided to hide behind the professor for the moment.

I felt something grab my shoulder and I let out a scream to wake the dead.

"Uh… Boo?" Said Clive.

" Don't touch me." I almost hissed. I backed way behind the professor again.

"Haven't changed a bit, I see, Flora. Professor, glad you could make it."

"What's this all about, Clive?" Asked the Professor.

I couldn't help noticing that, even for an evil mastermind, Clive was rather excessively handsome.

" I require your assistance, Professor. This time for a legitimate cause. You see, I recently uncovered a document that could lead me to uncovering one of the biggest crime groups in London. And, as you hopefully could tell from our little visits in prison, I have decided to use my energy for good instead of… less savoury pastimes."

"I don't know wether or not I can trust you, Clive."

"Maybe that is a risk you will have to take."

The Professor deliberated for a moment. He tipped the brim of his hat.

" My expertise is at your disposal, then."

" Excellent. Hopefully this time the adventure shall not involve any kidnapping or giant smashing robots." Clive smirked. He ran a hand through his hair, embarrassed.

"Yes, Hopefully not." I said, my voice unusually cold.

"Now Flora…" Warned the Professor.

"We'll have to hurry. I wouldn't want to lose this lead, and the next train for London leaves in half an hour. Get your things and let's go."

…...

I awoke on the train, my head leaning against the carriage window. It was a fancy train, with embroidered gold curtains and red velvet everywhere. It hurt my eyes to look at it.

"P-professor…?" I said uncertainly.

I received no reply. I looked up from the window to look around the carriage, and found it empty. I rested my head back against the window.

"Finally awake?" called a voice from the doorway.

Clive.

"Go away." I groaned.

"I do believe this is my carriage too, you know. We're sharing."

"What?" I snapped my head up. "What was the Professor thinking?"

"you can say that again." said Clive.

"Don't you start with me, Clive. I'll make your life miserable."

"Aren't we feisty today? Not enough sleep? Poor little kid."

"Shut up!"

"You two! You're like a couple of wild animals!" The Professor exclaimed from the doorway.

"He started it." I pouted.

Sooooooo waddaya think? Sorry if it's too short or dry or boring, but nothing really interesting has happened yet. It will though ;) As always, tell me if you loved it, hated it, or hated it so much you wanted to burn down my house and dance on my grave. Probably the last one.

Toodles! :D