A/N: This is where the "M" rating comes in… you can skip that part if you want to.

Oh yeah, here are the ages for everyone:
Layton: 43
Emmy: 33
Luke: 19
Flora: 17
Clive: 20
Cam: 19

The last three are just a guess. :P

Chapter

"Hmm…" I wasn't sure what to think. "Claire and I did… have relations," I thought."You wouldn't happen to be her… daughter, would you?"

"…Yes. Apparently, I am. I lived with her when I was about three. She disappeared. I didn't know what happened. I was adopted by a nice family." She looked down at the floor.

"What?" Luke said, surprised. "You have a child, Professor?"

"…I did not know that," I confessed. I felt ashamed. I wasn't sure how to react, really. Emmy was speechless. "Yes Emmy… Claire and I got to 'second base'." My face felt hot. "Emmy… I hope you forgive me."

"Oh Hershel, I don't know what to say, but I understand. I'm a little hurt, I'm all right."

"Look… I'm sorry, Emmy."

"It's all right, Hershel." Her frown turned into a smile. "You have a beautiful daughter."

"Wait a minute… I shouldn't exist! How could I have been born?" Cam asked.

"The time machine sent her ten years into the future. I don't know how long she was in the future… but I deduce that she was there for at least three years."

"Is this… why she disappeared and no one saw her again?"

"Indeed, Cam. I'm sorry that it happened." I turned around and looked at Luke. He appeared to be trembling. "Anyway, I assume you want his blood?"

"Yes. We want to check to make sure he doesn't have an infection." She took a needle from its package. Luke squinted his eyes.

"Let's help distract Luke, Emmy."

"All right, Hershel." She grinned. Cam stepped up him, lightly grabbing his arm.

"Hey Luke! Look over here!"

"Luke! Over here!" Emmy made funny faces.

Cam was done before we could say anything else. "See Luke? That wasn't so bad!" Cam said reassuringly. "You'll have to excuse me, I got to run this down to the lab. I'll be back later today."

"Wait, Cam!" Luke called. "Can I go downstairs to eat?"

"Well… let me check with your doctor. I'll be right back. Stay here." She smiled, turning around and leaving the room. Emmy and Luke were quiet while we were waiting for Cam. It didn't take very long for her to come back. She had a huge grin on her face.

"The doctor said that you can!"

"That's great!" Luke grinned.

She walked over to the machines he was hooked up to and unplugged them, except his IV drip. "Okay. Be carefully going downstairs! Take the elevator, all right?"

"I got it ma'am." Luke slunk out of bed without any help. At first, he was wobbling around, but he soon regained his balance. Cam smiled, moving out of the way.

"It's all right Luke, we'll help," I offered. He looked awkward with a cast on his arm.

Luke had a huge appetite. He had eaten so much that I almost threw up watching him eat. Of course, Emmy had to join in on the eat-fest. I eventually gave in and ate some fish and chips.

"…Luke, are you sure you're supposed to eat this much?" I stared at him. "…And you too Emmy. How do you guys eat so much?"

"I-I don't know, Professor," Luke giggled slightly.

"Because my grandfather taught me 'the more you eat, the more energy you'll have'!" she said after stuffing her face a huge piece of bread.

"Well… now that might be true." I shrugged.

-0000—

A week later

"Luke. You've been cleared to go," Cam said while walking into Luke's room. "I just need you to sign this." She handed him a paper. He did his best to sign it, despite being left-handed. "Come back in a month." She unplugged all of the machines and helped him get the needle out of his arm. He jumped out of bed happily.

"Professor, let's go look for the next clue!"

"Professor… I mean Dad; I've asked to get off. My boss will allow me to," Cam stated. "C-can I come?"

"Of course. That's fine with me," I agreed, nodding. "I think I know where the next clue is. It's near the Eye, I bet. It's the most famous location in London."

"Let's start there. If it's not there, then let's go to the Tower Bridge," Emmy suggested. I nodded.

All four of us walked out of the hospital. We walked down some streets until we reached the river. It looked like we were on the correct side of the Thames, which meant the Eye was on the same side. But were we north or south of it?

"Luke." I turned around and looked at him. "Are we north or south of the Eye?"

"We would be south, Professor, pointing to north."

"Good eye, Luke. Let's go this way." I started to walk north, when suddenly we were ambushed. It was a huge man, with huge muscles and long, tall legs. He had a huge smirk upon his face.

The person had a sword. I grabbed a broken pipe from the ground. I had been in a fight similar to this. The other man just chuckled, as if I was stupid. He tried to stab me, but I blocked his attack. We blocked each other's attacks several times, until I saw an opening. I wasn't going to resort to violence, but I poked him with the pipe hard. It barely dug into the huge man's skin.

"Hmph," the man humphed; his voice was as rough as gravel. He pulled the pipe out and tossed it aside, leaving me with nothing. "You're betta than I thought you'd be," he said with a Cockney accent.

I heard some horses coming. "Hop on!" said a mysterious stranger, although I believe I knew who it was. The man seemed somewhat scared of five horses running towards him. I helped Luke up to a paint horse. I jumped on afterwards, while Emmy jumped onto a black, Cam jumped onto a grey one.

The mysterious stranger was perched upon a palomino. I recognised the woman, but I was going to wait, until she took her dark pink hat off. "…Flora?" I asked.

"Yes, it's me, Professor."

"It's great seeing you, Flora!" Luke sounded happy to see her.

"Indeed! I wasn't expecting to see you!" Emmy agreed.

"Who is this, Professor?" Cam asked.

"Flora is my adopted daughter, Cam," I replied. Cam nodded. "Where are we going, Flora?" I asked.

"I know where the second clue is. It's near the Eye." She pointed towards the Eye, which was almost in full-view.

"Chelmey is going to kill us, since we're riding horses…"

"Luke, he's not going to kill us," I sighed. The Eye was finally in plain view. Luke neighed to the horses, which caused them to slow down. I hopped off the paint first, helping Luke down. The others hopped off. There, stuck to a light pole near it, was a note.

I let Luke have at it. "I reach for the sky, I am old and gnarled, I have a shelter built around me, and I am as old as that shelter."

"Hmm…" I mumbled.

"What could that be, Hershel?" Emmy asked.

"You want a hint?" I joked.

"I got it! It's a tree!" Cam had an 'ah-hah!' moment.

"I think Cam's right, I think it is a tree," Luke agreed. "But what's this shelter it's talking about?"

I put my hand on my head, thinking hard for a moment. I tried to picture all of the great trees around London, until one of them finally hit me. "Fulham Palace, the 'shelter' it's talking about. It's not a literal shelter, it's figurative, it's talking about the courtyard built around it. Why, I used to picnic there when I had the chance. Let's go."

"Impressive!" Cam said in awe.

"It was nothing, really. I just deduced what it was from the riddle. The Fulham Palace oak is as old as the Palace built around it, hence 'I am as old as that shelter'. The tree is over 500 years old."

"Now that's an old tree!" Flora blinked.

"Indeed. Let's go there tomorrow. I need to catch up on some work." I sighed. Luckily, I wasn't too far from my office. "Emmy will show you the way to my house. I'll be there just as soon as I can."

I stared at the Captorhinus aguti on my desk. The fossil was from North America, but I wasn't sure where. It sometimes helped me to think of new ideas.

I stifled a yawn. I was about to fall asleep when there was a knock on the door. I somehow knew this was going to happen. "Come in, Emmy." She opened the door and walked in.

"Late night again, huh?" she asked.

"Yes… I've been gone for too long. I can't keep up the shenanigans. What about the kids?"

"It's all right; Barton and Chelmey are watching them for right now. They said I could come and check on you. So… Would you like some 'stress relief'?"

I blushed slightly. "Yes. Of course. That would be great." I watched her take off her yellow jacket. She tossed it aside, showing off her curves. I took my coat off and threw it over my chair. She grabbed me and pulled me to the couch.

"Do whatever you'd like to me," she purred. I wasn't sure what to do, really. I decided to touch her sides. "Is that the best you got?" she asked. I gulped. My father taught me never to touch a woman, unless you're truly in love… and I am.

I decided to unbutton her shirt. I took it off and tossed it aside. "Yes… yes. That's it, Hershel," she growled playfully. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in, our lips locked and we began kissing. Her tongue touched mine. I was surprised by this. I didn't care, though. She broke off. She grabbed my shirt and took it off. I decided to touch her… breasts.

"Yes… that's it," she purred. I wasn't sure whether to go to second base or not.

"Yes, do it," said voice in my head.

"No, don't do it, what if something happens?" another voice said.

I decided to do it, just for the hell of it. I didn't care if anyone found out, it was no one of the business anyway.

"Take my clothes off," I told her.

"You can take mine off," she growled. I slowly took her clothes off and tossed them aside. She took my hat off my head, tossing it behind her. "Nice hat hair." She moved onto the rest of my clothes, exposing myself.

I wasn't sure how to react seeing myself naked, or her for that matter. She was… so beautiful.

Third person's POV

Meanwhile, Rosa was about to go home when she heard the two lovebirds. "Well, I'll be. It sounds like Layton finally found some love after Claire died," she said, smirking to herself. "Good for you, Layton." She decided to leave the two alone.

Layton's POV

"Oh… Emmy…" I panted. "I don't know what to… say." I tried to catch my breath. "I'm tired Emmy… shall we go to bed now?"

"Yeah…" She sounded out of breath.

"I happen to have some pyjamas in this box." I sat up and walked over to the box. "Here, just slip this on." I handed her some of the jammies. She walked to the other side of the room and put them on.

"Hey, these are soft. Thanks for letting my borrow them."

"Not a problem." I grinned. I put them on too. I walked over to the couch and lied down. "You can lie down on top of me." She blushed slightly. "It's all right."

"Goodnight… Hershel," she said sleepily.

"'Night, Emily." I closed my eyes and we both fell asleep…

I woke up and noticed Emmy was still on top of me. "Emmy, get off… Emmy." I shook her but nothing happened. "Emmy, I have to go to the bathroom, get off." I tried to shake her again. She was completely knocked out. I groaned. There wasn't much I could do. I pushed her off, in the direction of the couch.

I got up and left the room, forgetting I had my hat and any clothes on. I was exhausted – mentally and physically.

"Late night, hmm Professor?" Rosa appeared out of nowhere.

"Mm-hmm. Excuse me, Rosa." I walked past her.

By the time I got back, Emmy was still asleep. "That girl, she just never wakes up. I bet if I brought some food, she'd wake up." I decided to put some clothes on. I finally noticed that my hat was missing. "Oh, that's right! She threw it across the room." I looked around the room. I finally noticed that it landed on a bookshelf. I reached up and grabbed it, putting it back on my head.

I turned my attention back to the beautiful Emily lying down on my couch. She was… adorable with the pink pyjamas. I decided to let her sleep. I must have exhausted her myself. I was getting aroused looking at her. I turned around, blushing. "I guess I'll go lecture a class now… been so long since I've done so. I'm sure Delmona's been wondering where I am." My stomach rumbled. "First, food, and then lecturing," I said to myself.

I loved doing lectures. People didn't have to spend much money on them. Even secondary-school aged children could come and learn, too. I really didn't care who came, as long as they wanted to learn.

I walked into the room. There were several people there, all chatting about something random. I didn't catch anything of what they said, but I didn't care. However, they seemed to have quieted down when I walked up to the dry erase board.

"Today, we're going to be talking about the United States presidents. Does anyone know who the first president is?" I asked. Someone raised their hand. "Yes, you."

"George Washington," the girl replied. She was an adorable kid too, with her long hair, green eyes and nice smile.

"Yes, very well." I nodded.

I lectured them about the different presidents, and their contributions. I was almost to Ford when the bell rang. The kids hurried their way out, as if they didn't find this class interesting. I sighed to myself. No one loved history anymore, it seemed to be a dying breed. Nowadays, kids were more interested in technology and science.

I decided to leave, walking past Delmona. I saw him looking at me. Shoot, he spotted me. "Hello, Professor, long day?" he asked. It looked as if he didn't know. That's good.

"Yes… late night studying too," I replied. At least that was partially true.

"Get some sleep, Hershel," he said.

"Well, I guess I could…" I pondered. Except Emmy's still asleep on my couch…

"Have a nice rest, Hershel."

"All right. It's nice seeing you, Delmona." I tipped my hat. I walked back to my office. I quietly opened my door. I noticed that Emmy was still asleep on my couch.

"Did I put you in a coma, Emmy?" I chuckled slightly. I wasn't one to joke, but I had to crack that joke. "Or is there something wrong with you?" I questioned. I walked over to her, turning her over.

There, in her back, was a dart.

Someone must have snuck in while we were sleeping, and just maybe, they wanted to drug me, but I was in the way…

It was too late… I felt a pinprick….

I felt paralysed from the head down. What's going on? A familiar face appeared… Descole.

"We have them! We have the Azran amulet too! Oh, this will open the gate to the Palace of the Gods!"

"Hey look boss," said the gravely voiced man. "Mr. Top Hat is awake." He pointed at me.

"Hello… Hershel." He smirked. "How do you like being frozen from the head down? Hmm?" he sneered. "Before long, you will need diapers or maybe someone to take care of you," he condescended me.

I've been through worse than this… I'll definitely get out. Even though I could barely move my head, I could see that there was a puzzle. I saw a pattern.

Vjurpcj yu nqjupij. It was a cryptogram. How I loved solving cryptograms. "Descole… if I solve that puzzle in less than thirty seconds, will you release me?"

"Maybe." He walked up to me, grabbing my head. "You hurt me. Why should I release you, hmm?"

"Hurt you… but how?" I wondered.

"You fell in love… with Emmy." Despite having a mask on, I knew that his eyes were showing sadness. "I shouldn't give into trivial matters! Layton, you have thirty seconds to complete the puzzle."

The J is obviously an E, the U is an S. Seeing how Descole is a bit of a narcissist, I bet the word is 'awesome', I thought. "'Descole is awesome'," I replied. "I knew that cryptogram would mention your name, from that, I concluded that you are a narcissist, so I knew from there you would call yourself 'awesome'. You see, the J is an E, and the U is an S."

"Very well, Layton. Solve this one." He went over to the puzzle, pushing another button. A new cryptogram appeared. Kealc-mxzdhxjz wlxjzk anh t gtj. "You have forty seconds to solve this one."

Let's see… I thought. What's a thirteen-letter word I know that starts with an S? Ah-hah! Sword-fighting! The next word ends with an S, obviously. The second-to-last word is a G, brings, maybe? Anh looks similar to man, and the T is obviously an A, because I can interpret that from 'anh'. "Sword-fighting brings out a man."

"Excellent. Here's the last one." He pushed a button again. An even longer cryptogram appeared. P xsrg shjsfi htrgk Gddf. "You have ninety seconds to complete this puzzle."

Let's see… The P is obviously an I… wait, I think I got it. "'I have always loved Emmy'."

"LAYTON! How did you know!" he snapped. I withdrew a sword, placing it right near my jugular. "If you don't tell me how you did that in ten seconds, I'll cut your head off."

"I have always known you loved Emmy, Descole. I knew it the moment after I met you." I gulped. It was hard to breathe with a sword next to my throat.

"I out to chop your penis off! Maybe then you won't have sex with her!"

"H-how…?"

"I know the walk of shame when I see it!"

"You were Delmona?"

"No, but I pretended to be Rosa!" he laughed maniacally. "You know she stays after dark sometimes…"

"You… heard us?"

"Yes. And I felt rage after so." His face turned red. He moved the sword away from my head and moved it towards my crotch. He swung the sword as high as possible.

Oh great… I'm going to have my jewels cut off…

That's when something strange happened. He collapsed on the ground, holding his chest. Was he… having a heart attack, or acid reflux?

"Hi-ya!" Emmy appeared suddenly, kicking his head. He was knocked out cold.

"Thank you, Emmy… You saved my… genitals."

"Not a problem, Hershel!" She grinned. She walked over to me, untying the paralysing ropes from me, freeing me. "Come on, let's get out of here. He could wake up any time soon."

"Right… thanks." I grinned slightly. "How did you escape?"

"I wasn't fully paralysed when the drugged me."

It was hard to get up. I was shaky. "Whoa. They must have really drugged me." I rubbed my head. "My hat's gone…"

"It's over there." She pointed. "Here, I'll help you."

I nodded a 'thanks'. She smiled and nodded.

I can see why Descole loved her…

She was so beautiful…

A/N: Emmy's a zombie?! Nope, but we'll find out why in the next chapter.