Author's Note: Haha! A new story? Again? So soon? Nah, not really xD I still need to finish my others xD This is the next/ final chapter to Professor Layton and the Glass Rose. Yes fellas, it's all coming to an end now! Sorry if it's abrupt, I really was meant to end it in the last chapter but realistically, Luke's not going to get over the trauma so soon. This is kind of an Epilogue/ Final Chapter. I hope you guys like it and I would like to thank you all from the bottom of my heart for all of your reviews and support. This will also be my final time writing Professor Layton of any sort apart from the random update of "What if: The Unwound Future" and "FanservicE!"

Enjoy!


Walking in your Shoes

No-one was surprised that when they got back to London, Luke needed counselling. After all he'd been through; it would be more of a shock if he didn't. Layton accompanied him on his trips but didn't go inside the room with the boy. After all, it was private and he must respect his apprentice's privacy.

That's what a gentleman does!

"Do you think Luke's getting better?" asked a heavily pregnant Amy whilst eating a tub of ice-cream. Layton chuckled and smiled at the woman.

"His therapist says he's improved wonderfully and he doesn't need any more therapy. This is his last session," he told the girl proudly. Amy giggled and squeaked when Dylan jumped up at her.

"Whoa boy! Be careful with Bumper!" she told the spaniel. A knock at the door brought the attention off of the dog and onto the apartment door. Layton stood up to answer the door. Jaw dropping at the sight of which it was, he leant out of the way to let the guest in.

"Hershel? Who is it?" Amy called from the living room.

"Amy?" came a familiar voice. Sure it had matured a bit, became deeper and a bit rougher; but how could she ever forget that voice?

"C-Clive?" she asked, dumbstruck, as she sat up as the man entered the room. The man paled a bit as he saw the bump but then his face relaxed into a sincere smile.

"I take it you knew this would happen?" Amy asked, her eyebrows rising in question. Clive awkwardly coughed into his hand.

"I-I may have known but it wasn't like I could exactly get any sort of message to you," he told the woman. Amy sighed and leant back onto the sofa cushion, rubbing the bump.

"I never really forgave you, y'know?" she half-asked him. Clive nodded and sat down at the end of the sofa. He yelped a bit when a foot caught his lower back. Spinning around in shock, he was met with a grin from the girl.

"You big softie," she grinned. The male blushed and just folded his arms.

"Whatever," he mumbled. A cough interrupted them.

"Not to intrude on this but would you mind explaining?" Layton asked with that look on his face whenever he found a challenging puzzle. Amy smiled.

"How about we pick up Luke and Emmy first? Then we can explain it once and I don't have to wear myself down." Layton nodded and went to pick the teen up along with Emmy.

When they were back at the apartment, everyone apart from Layton was shocked to see Clive. Amy sighed and took a deep breath.

"It's time I told you all about mine and Luke's past," she told the people who had gathered around her chair.

"As you know, when Luke was two, he was taken away from our home and sent to the orphanage whilst I remained home with my parents after convincing the social workers that I was a danger." Layton nodded and motioned for the girl to continue.

"When I was ten, I met Clive. He was twelve at the time we met and we just clicked. Before we knew it, we were best friends," Amy smiled at the memory. Clive smiled too and that got everyone smiling.

"When I was twelve, I found myself comfortable enough around Clive to tell him about my parents and he convinced me to run away with him to his grandparents' house." A grimace was met with this statement and Layton frowned at the reaction.

"My dad tried to kill me when he found out. I tried to escape and jumped out of the drawing room window."

"Such a stunt woman," Clive smirked but there was no humour behind it, just painful regret. Amy smirked too, grasping the man's hand in comfort.

"I broke my wrist during the fall and it took me a while to recover emotionally," she told the group. Emmy nodded in understanding.

"Clive and I still met in secret. We were best friends after all! We still are," she smiled at the fact she could still consider him a best friend. A stormy expression took over her face though.

"However, when I was fourteen, my parents took me to go find the glass rose and I'd been away for four years before they finally decided to pop their clogs!" she spat bitterly. Clive placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"So there you have it! Clive and I are best friends; my parents were abusive and died like they deserved and now I have this!" she emphasised happily, pointing at the huge bump. Luke giggled and hugged his sister. Emmy ran up to hug her friend and Layton just watched on with a soft smile.

"Y'know," Clive started.

"No we don't. Otherwise you wouldn't have to tell us," Emmy replied cheekily. Clive rolled his eyes at the statement.

"Anyway, what I was going to say, was that, where Amy's pregnant, Luke's going to be an Uncle. What am I going to be?" he asked, hopefully looking at Amy. Clive was met with a warm smile.

"Why you're going to be the godfather! Emmy's going to be godmother and Hershel is going to be Old Man Grumpy!" she told the group. Luke burst out laughing at that statement and Emmy burst into happy tears.


Three Months Later…

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! I hate pregnancy!" Amy yelled as she was wheeled into the room. The boys went to follow after her but were stopped by Emmy.

"Trust me guys, you don't be in there when it happens. The hormones and everything will make her get cranky and-"

"EMMY! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?. !" a voice screeched from in the room. Giving the three shocked men a look that said 'I told you so!' Emmy ran into the room to help with the delivery.

It was an awkward three hours but finally, the door opened and out came a haggard looking Emmy with a smile on her face.

"You can come in now boys." She told Layton, Luke and Clive. The three trooped in one after the other to see Amy holding a small bundle.

"It's a girl!" she exclaimed breathlessly. Everyone crowded around and looked at the girl whom had a tuft of curly blonde hair and brown eyes. Luke smiled and Clive looked like he was going to cry.

"Clive? Are you okay?" Amy asked. The man sniffed.

"Yeah, I must be allergic to babies or something." He made up. Amy's face took on a blank look and then everyone started laughing heavily.

"Shut up!" he protested, tears collecting at the corners of his eyes.

"Seriously though Clive? Allergic to babies?" Emmy asked, wiping a tear from her eye where she had been laughing so hard. Clive just folded his arms and turned away from the group. Amy smiled at the people around her and it felt to her like finally, she had a proper family.

"So, what are you going to name her?" Layton asked the woman. Amy smiled and looked down at the bundle in her arms who was trying to grab her pinkie.

"Hmm, I'd say she looks like…a Maria." Luke smiled.

"I couldn't think of anything better for my little niece," he whispered. Finally, everything was better.


Thirteen Years Later

"C'mon Ria! We were meant to leave ten minutes ago!" came a stern voice from down the hall. The blonde haired girl sighed, abandoning the attempt to cover up her freckles with powder.

"Coming mother!" she called out and ran away from the mirror in which a small photograph was sellotaped in the corner. It depicted two women, one with dyed red hair going brown at the roots and a sandy haired brunette. In the arms of the brunette was a three year old blonde girl, waving her chubby fists at the camera. To the side stood a boy in a blue cap, stroking a chubby cocker spaniel whilst laughing at the camera. Gazing down at the boy was what looked like his older brother, but if one knew them, they'd know it was just a strange coincidence. Finally, standing out against everything, was a tall top hat which was being worn by a man in his mid-thirties.

The girl arrived downstairs to meet her mother and grabbed her hand. It was her thirteenth birthday and she was going out for dinner with her mother's friends, her mother and her uncle. Out of all of her mother's friends, the man with the top-hat was her favourite. He told amazing stories of adventures he'd been on when he was younger. Apparently her uncle was his apprentice and still is. He was also a vet. Maria ran out to the car with her mother trailing after her.

"You're just like your uncle," Her mother commented. Maria playfully stuck her tongue out and her mother laughed.

"That's not appropriate for a young lady such as yourself!" she scolded. Maria rolled her eyes.

"Now you're sounding like Grumpy Layton!" she smiled. Her mother burst out into giggles.

"I never thought the nick-name would stick!" she said dreamily. Maria rolled her eyes.

"C'mon mother. Let's not keep them waiting! I want to hear more of the story of The Glass Rose from Grumpy Layton!" she cried enthusiastically. The woman smiled and got into her car.

"Of course you would. It's how you came to be after all," she told the girl. Maria smiled slightly at this.

"C'mon, I'm hungry!" she whined playfully. The woman chuckled and mumbled something mostly to herself.

"Of course. Just like your Uncle."


Author's Note: *dies* Urrgh, it's so exhausting ending a story! I just kept on writing and writing and writing until I couldn't take it anymore!

Well guys, I hope you enjoyed Professor Layton and the Glass Rose.

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