Title: All of Me

Fandom: Professor Layton

Rating: M

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The hours that followed their encounter were quiet. They were left in the theatre room, abandoned to their thoughts, both of them scared that they ruined everything and yet both of them silent. She laid with her head on his bare chest and his nose buried into her hair with silent tears.

He was truly at a loss of what to say. He was forced to be intimate with his assistant, a woman no more than a girl that he was in love with. Was this what Hell felt like? He had sworn under the gentleman code that he would protect her from the side lines, not letting her know of his feelings because she was young and had the chance to find love in someone closer to her age. His resolve had worn thin after being colleagues for so long to the point that he considered her his friend. Emmy Altava had a distinct way of finding herself in all aspects of his life.

Now what would happen?

What would happen if they made it out of this hell alive?

The questions ran through his head at a million miles a minute and he tightened his grip on her, because who knew when he wouldn't be able to do it again.

"Stop." Emmy said, slicing through the silence. She sat up and looked down at him, her hair pooling down her shoulder onto his chest. He looked at her innocently, trying to understand what she was commanding. "You are going to put yourself into a panic attack if you don't stop thinking."

Her hand placed onto his cheek to get him to look at her. "I cannot help it, Emmy." He said honestly, a tear escaping from his eyes. "How can you not hate me for . . ."

"I will never hate you." Her voice was soft and her thumb brushed away his tear as he looked away. She leaned down and pressed her lips to his cheek.

/

Luke was starting to get angry. The Professor and Emmy had been missing for three days without a trace and Inspector Grosky had barely lifted a finger. It came down to the hands of a ten year old boy to have to save them. He didn't believe that the pair of them would run off on a romantic vacation without telling him.

The Professor and Emmy, together? Like his parents? He surely would've caught on if they were off kissing in a corner or holding hands. There was no way, not with Luke Triton there.

He racked his brains together.

First he should go to the scene of the crime, again. This time he was going to go over it with a fine tooth comb. He had to be missing something.

/

They were moved into an apartment of some sort. It was some sick form of a 'home,' but it gave them the sense of privacy that Descole had allowed for them. It had a bedroom with a large bed and a kitchen with a sitting room. It reminded Emmy of her own apartment, but without all the surveillance and heavy locks on the windows. Descole was dead set on her comfort, for his heir.

Both wore baggy clothing and sat cuddled together on the couch. "Emmy." He said with a breathy sigh, squeezing her fingers.

She sat up to look at him. "Yes?" She asked.

"Thank you." He said simply. She raised an eyebrow and waited for him to continue. After a few deep breaths he spoke again. "I just want to say thank you. I . . ." She couldn't remember a time that he was so inarticulate, if it had been another situation she would've found it endearing. "I also wanted to say that I'm sorry that you got dragged into Descole's vendetta against me and that I never EVER meant to take you against your will."

She looked up at him. "We've been over this. . ." She chided softly.

He sighed. "I know, but I feel so horrible." He said and looked up at her, the look on her face was unreadable. He watched her for a few moments as she looked away and he realized that his own guilt was feeding into her own shame. "I do want you to know that I have harbored some feelings for you that are beyond what an employer should be for his assistant for a while now."

She bit her lip, tears beginning to form in her eyes. He took a deep breath and took her hand in his own. "Even before all of this, I found myself on the path towards a deeper relationship with you and I hoped that one day it would get there. I worry that whatever is planned might ruin any chance of you and I."

Emmy gave his hand a squeeze. "Nothing will come between us, Hershel." She responded with a smile. "And whoever else may come along." She laid a hand on her toned stomach that was hidden under layers of cloth. His heart swelled, poetically of course, before he kissed her softly.

He pulled back and could see love shining in her eyes, he pulled her into a tight embrace and held her tightly. There was real potential that he was going to be a father, if they made it out of there. He leaned against the arm of the chair and brought his feet up, she moved so that she was laying practically on top of him, still holding his hand tightly. Emmy sighed and buried her face into his chest.

/

Rude awakenings seemed to be the norm in their prison.

The door opened and pushed open, the maid came in pushing a cart and bumping it into the door frame. Both of them jumped up, startled. He held her tightly, trying to get a grip on his surroundings. "Oh good, you're both awake." She said, shutting the door and putting covered plates on the table. "You've got a busy day ahead of you."

She pulled out two bundles of clothing and set them on the counter. Both of them sat up slowly and cautiously. "There is no need for you to be scared of me." Said the maid as she tutted around the dining area. "Come on, come eat."

Slowly both of them got up and did what she asked. Pulling the lids to revel eggs and toast. "Thank you." The professor said politely. He watched Emmy nibble slowly on her toast, she was unusually quiet.

"You are quite welcome. I will be back in thirty minutes to come get you." She said as she turned to leave, but she stopped and looked at the both of them. "I think what you are doing for Ambrosia is very beautiful. Oh to be parents to the future king or queen of Ambrosia." She said as she left, the lock clicked in place and the sound was deafening.

Emmy's eyes closed as she breathed in deeply. The hired help was romanticizing their situation into a fabled love story. Two lovers asked to give up their first born in order to one day be king of the newly rediscovered land of Ambrosia. Did they not know that they were held prisoner? It was obvious, the locks were on the outside and yesterday they were drugged, beat and forced into their lovemaking. Tears ran down her cheeks, but were stopped by the very worried professor.

She wanted to scream, knock the table over and break things. He held the sides of her head and gently urged her to look at him. "I'm sure that all of his minions are under some sort of trance, just like last time." He assured her. "No decent person would allow this to happen."

"I don't even know what to think anymore." Emmy answered truthfully. "We are locked inside an apartment, he is trying to give us a sick sense of home."

He pulled her into his arms, mostly to whisper into her ear. "We will be okay, Emmy. I will get us out of here, or die trying." He said into her ear, she nodded against him. She got up, her stomach too uneasy to eat and grabbed her bundle of clothing before disappearing to the bedroom to change.

Professor Layton sighed and dressed himself. Nothing he could say would make the situation any better and he didn't want to make false promises. Emmy returned, wearing a pink dress with a bow around her waist and something stirred inside of him. She sat down next to him and tucked herself into his side. "I'm sorry." She whispered in a small voice. "I didn't mean to vent my frustrations to you."

He wrapped an arm around her tightly. "It's quite alright, my dear." He leaned over and kissed her softly. Their kisses were lazy, as if they were in his home on a Sunday morning, his hand cupped the curve of her neck and held her to him in order to kiss her properly.

Their kisses stopped when the door was pushed open and Bigsby walked in. "Let's go." He said, his face filled with what looked like uncertainty. "It's time to finish raising Ambrosia."

/

They walked onto a balcony that faced the lost city hand in hand. It was the first time in days that they had felt the sun's warmth on their skin and Emmy closed her eyes for a moment to bask in it. Professor Layton pulled on her hand gently for her to stand next to him as they waited between Descole's back and his guards.

He turned around with a smile on his face. "I trust that you both slept well." He said and took a step towards them. Neither of them answered, Emmy looked away. "Today is the day. Today is Ambrosia Day."

Descole nodded to one of his grunts and the giant pipe organ raised from the floor. Bigsby pushed the gun against the professor's back and he released her hand to sit at the organ. "Bard, please grab the sheet music." Bigsby instructed the other thug, who disappeared back inside the fortress and returned with paper that was all too familiar to Professor Layton.

The Song of the Sea.

The Song of the Stars.

The Song of the Sun.

The first song was handed to Emmy and the other two was given to him. Emmy's breath hitched as she looked at the sheet of paper. Of course she loved to sing, but she wasn't particularly good at it. She felt Hershel's strong hand grip her arm in concern and she looked up at him with tears in her eye. "I'm not much of a singer."

"You can do this." He encouraged in a whisper and her heart stopped for a second, she believed him. She kissed him gently and carefully studied the paper.

Everyone waited.

Some more patiently than others. Descole paced behind her like a lion waiting for meat, whereas Bard and Bigsby stood by the door with their guns slung low against their bodies. Professor Layton stood next to her protectively with a hand on her waist.

After what felt like an eternity, she looked at the Professor and nodded that she was ready. He returned the nod and returned to the organ. Taking a deep breath, she began to sing as he began to play the other two songs.