Hello to any readers of this Fic! Just thought I'd pop in a little word before the story. Now as a pre-warning this is my first Fic so I'm sorry in advance if it is terrible. However it could be amazing... Who knows? I do like constructive criticism, as long as you're not outright horrible about my feeble writing efforts. Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. Oh, and as for updates, I sorry to say it but I think I'm just going to leave this as a one-shot. So, here goes... *Lucifendi ALERT!*
Disclaimer: I don't own the Mystery Room game (wish I did) or any of the characters in this story. All rights go to the creators.
Alfendi looked up at the clock on the Mystery Room's wall: 8:23. He sighed to himself. "Always late," he thought to himself, "Every single morning..." He shifted his chair and peered out the window, squinting in the morning light, hoping to see his assistant's burnt-orange hat bobbing through the bustling crowd of people making their way to their own jobs. No luck.
Lucy Baker, as much as she was an amazing assistant, was almost always late. Though, the Prof had to admit that he did look forward to the moment each morning as she stumbled through the Mystery Room door running off her usual list of excuses. Alfendi smiled to himself as he shifted his chair back to its original position next to the file-coated mess of a desk he had been sitting at. He looked back down to the new case that had come in that morning and sighed again. He had glanced at it briefly, but had also decided that he didn't want to start it till Lucy arrived. His assistant's presence made everything better and she certainly had a knack for brightening his day.
He leaned back in his chair and pulled one of the many newspapers that stuck out of his coat pockets into his hands. Alfendi had been happily reading for all of about five minutes when there was a loud thud and a muffled squeak from outside the Mystery Room door. He placed the paper down, got up and crossed the room in a couple of long strides before opening the door to see Lucy picking herself and several pieces of paper up off the hallway floor.
She looked up with an embarrassed grin and a red flush spreading over her face, "Oh, hi Prof!" she said giggling, "Sorry I'm late... again" Alfendi just smiled and stretched out a hand to help Lucy up. Suddenly the Prof's usually purple-brown hair turned a deep maroon colour as it fell over his eyes, "Nice to see you're here before half past eight for once!" he growled, "Even though you're meant to be here an entire half-hour before that!"
"Oh, hey Potty!" laughed Lucy, Alfendi's words not tainting her bubbly mood in the slightest. "Yeah, sorry 'bout that. You know what it's like after you've hit the snooze button once! You just can't stop after that..." she trailed off, giggling again when she saw the funny look Alfendi was giving her.
One thing that had always puzzled the Prof was how his darker side, mean as it could be, never seemed to scare Lucy in the slightest. Sure, she had been wary of it at first; but now she treated both sides of his split-personality equally. "I really don't understand how she does it," he thought to himself "Everyone else treats me carefully like I'm about to evolve into some monstrous beast if they set me off. But not her..." He gave a thoughtful huff and turned and walked back to his seat inside the Mystery Room, Lucy noting that his hair had changed back to it's purple-brown colour as he turned. He tucked the loose strands behind his ears as he sat down again and waited for Lucy to come in.
"Come on Luce," he said, as she picked up the last of her papers from the floor, "We haven't got all day." Lucy sighed with a smile "Comin' prof!" She placed her bag down against the desk and went to stand by Alfendi. "This a new case?" she asked grabbing the clean file off the paper-strewn desk. "Ooooo! Burning Up!" she said, reading the case name aloud "This sounds like an interesting one!"
Alfendi smiled, "Yes, it does rather. A room full of fire-blackened furniture and bodies, yet not one of the walls or floorboards showing any signs of being burnt in any way." His smile turned into a fierce grin as Potty Prof emerged for the second time that morning, "Oh, I can just imagine how much fun the killer would've had putting this one together, blowtorch in one hand and a gun in the other."
Lucy, noting the change, looked up in surprise, "Blowtorch? Where'd that idea spring from Prof?" Potty chuckled , "Oh, my dear, dear, Lucy... It really does help if you read the case file, then start asking the questions. Hmmm?" Lucy laughed. "Oh yeah, that probably would help," she said, sarcasm tainting her voice. She passed the case file to a now placid Alfendi, When did he change back to Placid? she thought to herself.
Lucy turned and shoved some of the many papers on the desk out of the way before sitting on it herself to get a better view of the file. Alfendi looked up and had to look back down again at the case file in embarrassment when he realised how close Lucy had accidentally sat to him. He shifted awkwardly in his chair, averting his eyes to anything but her, trying to conceal the rising heat in his face. He prepared himself to say something to her about it when she looked up at Alfendi and saw his awkward expression. Lucy burst out laughing, making the Prof blush even more.
"Prof are you alright?" Lucy asked, not realising why he was pulling such a funny expression. Alfendi let out a breath and looked up, switching to Potty in the process, "Never better," he said, sarcasm lacing his tone, and, unfortunately for him, making Lucy laugh even harder. Lucy, after attempting to calm herself down, paused for a moment before she began talking, "Hey Prof, you've been switching personalities a lot today! Are you sure yer okay?" Alfendi sighed, getting ready to make a snide comment, to hide what he really felt like saying. How could he ever express to her the butterflies she gave him? The amount of time she spent dancing through his thoughts?
Suddenly, Alfendi's bubble of twisted, emotion-ridden thoughts was burst as there was a loud bang as a pigeon flew into the glass of the closed window. Potty Prof let out a roaring laugh, but was cut off as Lucy gave a squeal of shock as she accidentally fell backwards off the desk and onto his lap. The pair both froze, not sure how the other would react. Lucy was suddenly very aware of the Prof's chest rapidly rising and falling against her side.
Alfendi was the first to move, having changed back to Placid he asked nervously, "Lucy? You alright?" Her cap had fallen over her eyes, so Alfendi reached out a gentle hand and slowly moved the cap back onto it's place on top of Lucy's head, revealing her cherry-red cheeks, her eyes tightly shut. Lucy slowly opened them, Alfendi quickly looking away as he found himself blushing over the girl in front of him for the second time that morning. Lucy tried to sit up before realising that her green jacket had somehow gotten caught on Alfendi's lab coat.
"Uh, Prof?" she tentatively began before sighing and gently falling back onto Alfendi's chest, making him wince with embarrassment. She could feel his warmth through their clothes. "Um, my jacket button's stuck on yer coat. Er, I mean, um, it's caught," she stuttered out nervously, unsure of how he would react. She peered up at his face to see what he was doing, only to find that he was still blushing and looking directly at her, making her blush.
Alfendi gently brought his hand back up and brushed a stray hair off Lucy's face with a little smile, making her shiver. Lucy realised what was probably about to happen, nervousness clenching her throat. Lucy had always had what one might call a little crush on Alfendi. Yes, he was quirky and perhaps a bit of a handful sometimes, but she knew what she felt, fear of rejection always stopping her from ever doing anything about it. But this spark in his eyes as he looked at her now... It both terrified and filled her with wonderment.
Alfendi gently held his hand to her face, cupping it. Lucy relaxed a little and allowed herself a small smile. He leaned his head down closer to hers, closing his eyes. Lucy tilted her head back to meet the Prof's. Leaning in, he kissed her, or she kissed him (neither one could remember later). Soft and gentle and warm.
Suddenly the kiss grew rougher and more wild as Potty Prof stepped in to share the moment. Lucy didn't pull back though, but held on as she kissed the other side of Alfendi's personality. Finally pulling back, the Prof gave Lucy a reckless grin.
"Well, well, well Baker. You've shown your true colours at last," Potty murmured, the wolfish smile still gracing his features. She snorted, breaking the quiet, "Surprised Potty?" "Not particularly, no," came his dry response, "I am the best detective in London. How could I miss it?!" "Sure, suuure Prof," she laughed.
Lucy quietened, still giggling softly, reaching her hands up to finally untangle their jacket and coat. To Alfendi's surprise though, Lucy then snuggled into his chest in a hug, which he returned. "C'mon Baker, we've got our selves a mystery to solve."
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