Time for another chapter! :D We're going on and on and on!

EDIT: So apparently I'm wrong and I should never trust English translations of anything ever again (Or at least anything Luke sets up as a decoy...). But really, do you expect me to tap on a simple typewriter or go and kill a specter, which sounds more interesting, amirite? Let's just place an edit here and there and we'll be good to go.

Anyways, in today's chapter we deal with the phenomena known as the "Night Terror".

Don't know what a night terror is? From Wikipedia: A night terror, also known as a sleep terror, incubus attack, or pavor nocturnus, is a parasomnia disorder that predominantly affects children, causing feelings of terror or dread, typically occur in the first few hours of sleep during stage 3 or 4 NREM sleep.

Let us begin tonight's chapter. (Which is a two-parter by the way.) PS: This is another chapter I wrote most of during my day, over three pages of it on line paper being transmitted to words! How exciting!

Chapter 11 - Night Terrors Part 1

London was always more peaceful at night time. There was something about it that separated it from it's daytime counterpart. It was a celestial night as the moon's illumination shined brightly on London's decorative architecture.

A faint light fog roamed about the streets. Everyone had long gone inside. They shut themselves in their homes, for a peacefuls lumber ventured their way. However, one flat still had it's lights on.

For Professor Hershel Layton, this was a calm relief from the hustle and bustle of London during the day. The only downside was that this signaled the time to retreat to his quarters for a good nights rest.

Layton stared at the clock, 1:28 AM. If Rosa was here she'd fuss over Layton's midnight run. Lucky for him, she had long since gone home and would return to his residence for another day of cleaning in the morning.

Luke had also went to bed, or so Hershel thought. The man sat up in his armchair, grading papers wasn't something Hershel had in mind for spending tonight. And on such a glorious looking night too.

He blew out the fire that lit his study and walked into the living room. From here, Hershel could see how the night was treating the city. It looked absolutely astonishing, Layton had declared. He blew out the light and slowly made his way up the stairs to get some shut eye.

It was here that Layton first heard it. A whimpering noise. The kind of noise that defined fear. A startled Professor looked around, determined to find the source of the sound.

He held the candle that lit his way closely. He thought about possibly culprits, among the first of which being a stray animal. (A/N: Oh boy, here we go again...Just kidding!) Or perhaps it was just his imagination. Layton was starting to doubt that he had heard such a noise, and was about to dismiss it's existence when he heard it again.

For some reason, the whimpers got louder as Hershel got closer to Luke's room. He could make out quiet mumbling as well. Hershel's fears were confirmed as he stood in front of the boy's door. Looking at the thin plate that gave authority to the room's purpose, he could make out a string of text that read, "LUKE'S ROOM - - DO NOT ENTER... Unless you're the Professor, in which case please knock!"

Hershel chuckled at the light humor, The boy had a good sense of humor. But not in this case apparently. The whimpering got louder, and Hershel could not wait much longer. He twisted the knob and entered Luke's room. His light shined on various things, from clothes to toys to discarded objects. Only when he made out a familiar tossing and turning Luke, did Layton tense up and run towards him.

"Ugh...Ohh...D-dad. No. Mom...Mom...Don't hit...Mom..." Luke continued to fuss about his bed, "He must be having a nightmare of some sort." Layton declared to no one in particular. Walking closer to the boy, he noticed that Mr. Bear was on the floor.

"Luke? Luke, my boy. Wake up. You're having a nightmare." Layton gently shook the child, he didn't seem to be budging. Just tossing more and mumbling subtle but odd context. Despite that, Layton continued his efforts.

"MURDERER!" Luke shouted, snapping from his sleep. He sent a karate chop straight to the Professor's face in an act of self-defense, "Oh! Oh...I-it's just you, Professor... For a second I thought I was back in Misthallery...Hehe...Sorry about that!" Luke said with a red face. Layton rubbed his wound and looked at the boy.

"It's quite alright, my boy. Now, what exactly seems to be the problem?" the Professor's ever kind and gentle voice soothed Luke from his paranoid episode. He bent down to the boy's level and looked at him straight in the eyes, "Ugh. I think I was having that dream again..."

The ending word to that sentence made Layton think for a minute, "Dream? Going by your reaction to it, my boy. This was certainly something far worse than a dream. What on earth was going on?"

"Oh. Was I tossing and turning?" said Luke. The Professor's following nod worried him, "Oh...Sorry Professor, it's just..." The boy looked up at his mentor with a stern look on his face, "If I tell you this, will you promise to keep it to yourself and not tell anyone?" Luke seemed serious. Layton placed a finger on his own mouth.

"Not a word, besides. A true gentleman always keeps a promise!" said the Professor, he bent over and picked up Mr. bear. Giving it to Luke, he felt calm, "Well...Ever since I can remember. My parents have argued with each other. Sometimes over the most ridiculous things! It saddens me Professor, it really does. They seem like a really cute pair, but when stuff goes down. It really does go down. That's why I thought I was in Misthallery for a slight second. Their voices reminded me of home."

"I see. Is there anything else that you would like to tell me?" said Layton. He knew Clark, he was a good man. But he was known to have a variety of anger issues when things did not go the way he planned. He was unaware if Clark was violent in these situations, but doubted it as Luke didn't appear at first glance to be injured in any way during their first meeting.

"Well, sometimes I would just lie in my room to drown out the noise. It would eventually stop. But it didn't matter, in a few hours it would just start up again. Ever since then i would occasionally have nightmares about it. But now that I'm with you. O-or um, well. Now that I'm your apprentice. I've been starting to dream about it less and less."

"Hmm. Luke get up please. Let's continue this discussion in the dining room. I'll make us some tea as well." Layton stepped out of the Luke's room. The boy got out of his bed a few seconds later, clad in pajamas. He took Mr. Bear with him as he walked out with a yawn.

Layton crept into the kitchen, which was just beyond the dining room. If not the next room over. He prepared the tea and sat down. He had a good few minutes before it would be ready for consumption.

A few seconds later, the Professor heard quiet footsteps coming down the stairs. Luke grogily walked into the dining room and sat down across from Layton. He placed Mr. Bear on either side chair of him. He placed his chin on his palm and let out another yawn.

"Now Luke, you say you're having nightmares becase of your parents' constant bickering?" said the Professor. He took a sip of his tea and waited for the boy's response to his analysis on the situation.

"Yes. I try to forget about it, but it always happens to me at least once a month. Actually, you're the only one that knows about it. Not even my mom knows I have these dreams." Luke broke the gentleman's code for a minute and held his cup with both of his hands, not using the handle's gripping abilities. He stared into the liquid as the Professor cleared his throat.

"My boy, I believe what we're dealing with here is a very serious matter. Especially since this isn't the first time you've experienced this. But, allow me to tell you this." Layton got out of his chair and walked over to Luke, "Your father is a good man. He means well and serves to protect his family. He is by no means a vile, cruel, heartless man. I know that, and you know that. I'm sure that eventually, you will be in good terms with him. It just takes time." Layton walked back to his chair and finished his tea with his final sip.

"I know, I know Professor but... sometimes I wish he was a bit more...like...you. With you being a gentleman and all,.." said Luke, looking down at the floor. His now empty tea cup was placed aside.

Layton was surprised, to say the least. There were moments where he doubted he was doing a good job at being a mentor. But as he himself once said, a true gentleman never gives up on anyone or anything. However, he was shocked at the fact that his apprentice of only a few weeks (About a month starting next Monday.) just subtly told him that he preferred him over his own father. Layton pulled his hat over his eyes, this was no small feat.

"Oh. I see Luke, Hmm..." Layton closed his eyes and began to think, "My boy. I have an idea. Dr. Schrader once studied to become a therapist before settling to become an archeologist, How's about we pay him a visit to see if he can put a more valid diagnosis on your situation?"

"Well...I suppose it can't hurt. Let's do it Professor!" Luke said, he was more awake now and ready to tackle anything! Layton on the other hand, was starting to have drousiness overcome him, "Not now my boy, it is far too late. First thing tomorrow morning after breakfast. We'll make our way over there. Understood?"

"Understood Professor! Now...um, can I ask you something...?" Luke asked, he looked back to the floor again. Twiddling his thumbs together and clapping his feet. Layton chuckled and replied as he placed their empty cups in the sink.

"Why of course Luke, what is it then?" the boy's mentor washed the cups properly. Afterwards he quickly dried them and sat back down, "W-well...whenever I have these nightmares...I...I...I get kind of scared...Do you mind if I sleep with you tonight Professor? Please!" said the boy, his face was red again. As according to him, this wasn't the usual request of a ten year old. My, my, just how wrong he was.

At first Layton was confused, but he understood why the boy would need a sleeping buddy and nodded, "But of course Luke. Anyways, it's getting far too late. Let's go back upstairs, we'll deal with this problem in the morning." Layton was about to walk to the living room when a small hand found it's way into his. He looked down and saw Luke, his face was still red. The Professor understood what he wanted before he even said it. Walking Luke upstairs, the two fo them entered Layton's room. The Professor immediately conked out and fell to the comfort of his bed, "G-good night Luke." were the last words Layton managed to say before sleep claimed it's first victim.

Luke climbed into the other side of the bed, slowly falling asleep. He grasped Mr. Bear beside him, with him, he doubted that he would anymore nightmares tonight, "Good night Professor." said the boy.

And they both fell asleep soon after.

And so ends part one of this two-parter! Will Schrader be able to diagnose Luke's situation using his past abilities? Find out next time! Read and review please! It makes me extremely happy to see that people like what I write ^_^. If you don't review, I'LL GOBBLE YOUR SOUL! Ask a question as well, I'll answer it in the next chapter's session of Reviewer Q&A!

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