A Professor Layton Christmas Carol... Yeah you read that right.
Thank you all for putting up with this horrendus fanfic. My New Years resolution, was to complete an awesome story. I know this wasn't my best work in the world, but I hope you enjoy the lesson in it all together. This will be the final chapter in this fic and I will be moving on to bigger and better fanfics, so watch out Professor Layton fans! Gatita101 is about to strike again!
Clive climbed onto the sleigh. It was big and grand, and red. It was empty in the back, considering it wasn't being used for delivery. In front were the eight tiny reindeer, each a different shade of brown than the next. Then there was Rudolph. He could tell by the red light emmiting from its nose. He hadn't found out if Rudolph was a boy like the legends, or really a girl. It was small enough, unless it was just a baby.
Luke and Flora walked up to the sleigh. "Are you sure you want to go alone?" Flora asked.
"Not really." Was Clive's honest answer. "But, I want to get rid of this list as soon as possible. You prepare the last few you had. Luke." He had a sly expression. "I actually wouldn't mind if you came along. I may need the help on a... certain few."
Luke took a step back. "N-no. I'm good."
Clive gave Luke a look that said "You can't run forever." Then struck the sleigh. He flew high into the sky and disapeared.
"Luke. I'm worried." Flora said, breaking the silence.
"Why?"
"This has become routine to us. What do we do after this? What if Santa can't do his job anymore?"
Luke hugged the girl. "You worry to much, Flora. Of course we'll succeed in saving the world. Santa wouldn't drop all his responsabilities on three kids."
Flora smled and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Your right."
Luke frowned at this. "Flora. Are you okay?"
Now Flora frowned. "Yes. Just very cold." She walked back inside to sort a few more lists.
Later
Clive checked the last miracle off his list. Mostly of lovestruck teenagers getting lead under the mistletoe.
He sighed. He had never looked for a girl. He was always so caught up in his revenge to try to find love. He envied couples so much. To spend all your time with your significant other. To kiss. To touch. To love unconditionally. He saw his name on that list and his most personal desire: To be loved unconditionally by someone.
He let an amused chuckle escape him. It was his reason for poking fun at his younger brethren. If he couldn't fall in love for his stupidity, then he wouldn't let Luke make that same mistake. Plain and simple.
He sighed again as he parked the sleigh outside the workshop. He hopped out and entered the warm building. "I have returned." He stated, walking to the usual gathering place. "Luke! Flora!"
Both jumped him. "Clive! Clive! This is it!" Flora squeeled.
"The last list!" Luke finished.
Clive's eyes widened. "But how?"
"Almost everyone solved their own miracles! So this is the last few people!" Flora shook him in delight.
A dizzy Clive grabbed her hands and forced her off."Okay! Okay! I get it! We can finish it, starting tommarow."
Luke frowned. "But Clive, it is tommarow!"
He glanced at a nearby calender. "Oh. So it is."
Luke push Clive out the door. "Come on! This is the last one! After this, we get to go home! And the Professor will be better! Please, Clive?"
Clive tried to shun the puppy dog eyes, but couldn't handle the cute. "Oh fine!"
Flora skipped out with mirth in her voice. "Yay! We get to go home soon! And the world will be saved!"
Clived chuckled at the enthusiasum, but couldn't help but feel this was all to easy. If Santa could disguise himself, then couldn't he have easily done what they did, but ten times more efficiant? He decided not to think very heavily about it and climbed in with Luke and Flora.
They rode into the sky, not realizing this would be the last time they would see the North Pole.
It had been hours since they completed their tasks. The sun was already high in the sky. They were done and extremely exhausted.
Luke looked down. "Wow! The view is still amazing! I don't think I could ever get tired of it."
Flora giggled at him. "Yeah. I envy Santa. He gets to see so much of the world."
Then it happened.
A loud gunshot pilfered the silence, as it tore through the reign, and causing the reindeer to panic. The other reign slipped out of Clive's reach and the sleigh started to descene at a rapid rate. They were still flying in the same direction, but wouldn't be long until they crashed onto earth down below.
Emmy looked up from all the fuss and saw something red out of the sky. It flew low enough to take the umbrella off the stand she standing next to.
"What in the!" She exclaimed, keeping the cap on her head with a hand. She forgot about ordering her hotdog and chased after it.
The sled flew at a tremendous speed and slid directly into London's highway. Many cars were swerving out of the way, trying to not get into an accident.
Air whipped loudly in Clive's ears as he got an idea. "Quickly! We have to lean and push the sides if we don't want to crash into anything!"
They agreed with a quick "Okay!" And followed his instruction.
"Left!" He shouted.
All three rammed into the left side of the sleigh, causing it to abrubtly turn and spyral out of control, crashing into a sign that said 'Warning:Construction incomplete'. The kids huddled together, waiting to face their fate.
The sleigh suddenly skidded to a stop.
Luke was the first to open his eyes. "Oh my god!"
Clive and Flora opened their eyes at the exclamation. They gasped. The sleigh was perched delicately on a broken highway. One wrong move and they would tumble over into the mass of fast moving cars below.
"If we don't make it, I just want you to guys to know you were great friends." Luke said, trying to keep balance.
The sleigh lurched.
Clive hugged Flora tightly. "F-Flora! I just want you to know-"
There was an unexpected jolt, as if the sleigh was being pulled. Luke peered over the side to see. "Emmy!" He hopped off and glomped her. "Your okay!"
Emmy wisked the boy in her arms, holding him tightly whilst spinning. "Oh! I'm so glad your okay!"
"My hat!" Luke exclaimed in excitement. He took it off her head and put it on his. "Thanks, Emmy!"
She giggled. "No problem Luke."
Clive cleared his throat. "Well. Now that all that is done over wi-" A hand had grabbed him and pulled him back behind the sleigh. He landed on his back.
"Now what were you saying?" Flora said with a mischivious glint in her eye, towering over him.
"Yeah Clive. What were you saying?" Luke teased in revenge.
Emmy giggled. "Looks like young love." She then pointed above them. "And what better place for Saint Nick to plant a mistletoe."
Clive blushed furiously. "M-mistletoe?" He saw one hanging just past Flora's head. His eyes widened. "O-oh."
Flora giggled and leaned into his lips, sending his mind into a storm.
'Flora is kissing me!' He thought in alarm. Then he melted into it, pushing himself up by his elbows. Both parties moaned abit before parting.
A crowd of people, who had stopped to see what was going on, cheered loudly for the new couple. There were wolf whistles, cat calls, and a dozen people shouting "Get a room you two!".
The blushed and stepped out the sleigh holding hands.
Luke snickered and winked. "Congratulations!"
"Hm. Don't think your out of the woods yet, my friend." Clive ruffled his hair.
Luke merely stuck out his tongue. He wasn't really embarressed about Clive knowing his crush anymore.
That night, the three recieved a letter. It just came out of nowhere, and when they opened it, the page was blank. Then words wrote itself in silver dust. They knew who it was from.
Dear Luke, Flora and Clive,
I must thank you from the bottom of my heart. You saved my life and the world. You don't know how grateful everyone at the North Pole is. You put the magic of believing back into the hearts of millions. I was right in intrusting you three with such a huge responsability. I hope you three learned something from this: The reason I had mortals do my work, was to show you life in my perspective. I needed someone to believe in my work, and continue on from there. Could you three do that for me? I would be forever grateful.
Luke. You will one day grow up to be a true english gentlemen, make no mistake in that. I know you will make your 'father' proud. The reindeer were right in giving you the gift of talking to animals.
Flora. You are a strongwilled girl with a heart of gold. Your love your family to death and would give up your life to protect them. Your caring personality is what carries most people when they feel down. Never forget that you are the Golden Apple. An important figure in the life of everyone you meet.
And Clive. I know you still believe what you did was wrong, and it is true. But you deserve a second chance at life. Prison is no place for a young upstart like yourself. So I have another gift for you. Now you know tampering with time is dangerous, but I have a few connections with Father Time. I cannot undue what you lost, but I can change the records. Remember, you never went to jail. It never happened. Bill Hawks never saw you and demanded your arrest. No one should have to write they did time. It is now out of your past.
You three were very important and I hope to deliver you gifts in the future.
Sincerely, Old Saint Nick.
It was then, sitting under the warm fire, did they realize it themselves. The true meaning of Christmas.
"Christmas is not about the presents. It's about the act of giving love to your family and friends. It's about being the miracle in somebodies life. Treating others how you want to be treated. Not everyone is fortunate, and need a little guidance sometimes. We should act as saviors, by donating when we can. Helping people cross the street. Even volenteering can change the outcome of someones life." Luke stepped down from the stand, allowing Flora on.
"I believe we should love each other unconditionally. Christmas is like world peace. It can only last so long, so we should cherish being nice to others and treat everyone as your equal." She stepped off to let Clive on.
"I'm sorry for those who have lost so much during the year. It is in our honor, that we open this new orphanage in hopes of reuniting families and starting new ones. I'm afraid Luke and Flora already took the words right out of my mouth. So without further adu!" He hopped off the stand.
The three of them yanked the tarp off the building. The crowd cheered.
Luke ran up to the Professor. "Merry Christmas!"
Layton bent down and hugged his apprentice. "And a Merry Christmas to my number one apprentice." He tapped his nose, making Luke laugh.
Emmy huffed. "Great job, Professor! Now I can't tease him anymore!"
He laughed. "I guess you'll have to find something else to do."
Luke took a few feet back. "I can think of something." He pointed above their head, Clive piggybacked Flora, who held a mistletoe above their heads. "Pucker up." He winked.
Emmy and Layton blushed.
Now Luke was impatient. "Come on! Do it! Do it! Do it!"
The crowd coppied the boys chant. "Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!"
Emmy giggled. She leaned in.
There was a sudden explosion!
"Oh! Would you look at that! Come along Luke!" He ran away faster than trying to out run a ferris wheel.
"Professor Hershel Layton! You get back here and take it like a man!" Emmy chased after.
Everyone laughed.
Luke turned around to walk away, but found a pair of beautiful blue orbs staring into his eyes. "Hello again, Luke."
"A-A-Arianna!" He turned around at Clive.
"Don't look at me. I didn't bring her here!" He admitted.
Flora giggled. "It was me."
Clive grinned. And here he was worried Flora still harbored some feelings for the boy. "Here's a thought." He hung the mistletoe over them. "Perfect! Pucker up." He winked.
Luke gulped, then gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Merry Christmas." He said shyly.
Arianna wrapped her arms around his shoulder and kissed him on the lips.
The crowd went wild. "WHOOOOOOOOOOOH!"
They parted, staring into each others eyes. "Do you think you could come back with me, to Misthallery?"
He held her hands. "I'm sorry, but you know I can't."
Arianna's innocent eyes, quickly turned into a cat-like glare. Something that both intrigued and scared him. "And why not?"
He then broke into a feirce run. "I think I Hear the Professor calling me! Coming!"
"Luke Triton! You get back here!"
Clive stiffled his chuckle. "Like mentor, like apprentice."
"At least he kissed her." Flora replied, her head on his shoulder.
"Hahaha. Yeah. This has been a very interesting Christmas. I hope its like this next year." He closed his eyes.
Unknown to anyone, a shadow in the sky flew past the clouds. And he said in a booming voice. "Merry Christ to all, and to all a good night!"
THE END.
Yes. That is anti-climatic end to this fic. It honestly didn't live up to my expectations, but you know what that means! NEW FANFIC TIME! I'll be back better than ever! For now, Merry Christmas and Happy New Years to all of you. Until next time, this catgirl is over and out!