Yay! Glad people like it! BTW, if you get angered easily, don't read the dream scene!

Also, could use some help. Send me ideas for later on in the story! What you see happening.

The Professor had dug through his dresser in search of an extra pair of pajamas's, though from the looks of it, a pair of Luke's pajamas would out of his drawer he pulled a pair of white pajamas with thin, blue lines combing down the soft fabric.

Carefully folding them back up, he carried them to Luke's room where Clive sat on the bed, arms resting on his legs, and staring at his hands. On the nightstand by the bed, Clive had place the pad and crayon Flora had given him.

"I found something for you to wear to bed, Clive." Layton gave a small smile when Clive looked up from his train of thought. He nodded his head gratefully, and took the cloths.

The professor sat next to him on the bed and looked to him curiously, "Why don't you smile anymore?"

Clive opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out, and he quickly clenched his mouth shut. He reached over and grabbed the pad and crayon and scratched down his reasoning. "I've been wronged so much that it feels like if I feel better, or even smile, everything will be taken from me again." The note said.

"That's not true, Clive." The Professor placed the pad down on his lap after reading it. "You are a very good person who bad things have happened to. It doesn't mean that the world will fall apart, or the sun will come crashing down if you smile even a little. I wont force you to smile or talk, that's all up to you. But do know that here, in this house, you are safe." He gently rubbed circles on Clive's upper back, before standing and leaving the room.

Clive so desperately wanted to tell the professor thank you. To let him know that he really did appreciate all he was doing for him. It was all building in his chest, and finally, at his last chance, he called out, "Professor!" But covered his mouth in fear. All the courage he had built up to say that one word, turned into pure fear.

Professor Layton turned back to Clive and looked at him, pride shining in his eyes towards the boy. But sadly, Clive couldn't bring himself to say another word, and grabbed for his pad again. Four simple words; "Thank you, Professor Layton" and Clive did his best to smile. It wasn't very big, but the Professor returned it five fold.

"Good night, Clive. I'll see you in the morning."

The morning had been fairly calm. Professor Layton stood in the kitchen working on breakfast, while Flora sat on the couch reading her new book, and Luke stared out into the early morning street. Clive was still sleeping, and they all decided to just let him sleep. But sadly, Clive wasn't dreaming.

Glass shattered against the wall. Clive quivered, his hands covering his head as the glass rained down on him. "You are a DANGER to the rest of us! You not only dragged part of London to RUINS, but you dragged ME into it!" Professor Layton yelled, reaching for another projectile. It shattered against the wall, closer to Clive this time.

"I... I... Professor, I'm sorry! I was..." Clive stuttered through his tears.

"SHUT UP! Just SHUT UP! You're a liar! You MEANT to destroy London, and you know it! You're a stupid child who couldn't learn to grow up!" Layton yelled.

Clive let out hysteric sobs, because it was true. He had wanted to. He had meant to destroy London. But things had changed, he had changed, right?

"I said, SHUT UP!" Something slammed into the side of Clive's head, and everything stopped.

Clive went flying off the bed with a loud crash. His hands flashed across his head, chest, stomach, and legs, to make sure he was real.

"Clive?" The Professor came bursting into the room in a worried panic. Clive backed away from the Professor in fear, pressing his back against the bed. 'Wait, calm down. This is the real Professor Layton. He won't hurt me...' Clive thought carefully.

Flora walked towards him slowly. "Did you have a nightmare, Clive?" She asked gently, kneeling in front of him. Clive nodded, avoiding eye contact with any of the three people in the room.

"Don't worry!" Luke perked up. "The Professor's waffles can drive away ANY nightmare! Trust me!" Luke smiled brightly before waving them all out of the room. "Come on!"

Clive slowly stood and followed Flora out. The Professor waited by the doorway, watching Clive's every move. "Clive," Layton's voice, though kinder and softer, still made Clive tense in fear. Gently placing his hand on Clive's shoulder, he asked quietly, "Might I inquire of your nightmare?"

The nightmare had only added to the fear of speaking, so Clive only shook his head in reply. The Professor nodded understandingly, but he didn't remove his hand from Clive's shoulder till they walked into the front room, where they went different directions. Though, Professor Layton could never stop glancing back at Clive, worried for his well-being.

Clive sat by the window next to Luke, watching the cars drive by, but Luke wasn't watching the morning anymore, he watched Clive. So many thoughts ran through Clive's head. Work, The other Boys. How would he evade them today? That trick he pulled last night was almost a one time deal. One voice pulled him from his thoughts.

"Clive?" Luke said quietly. Once the older boys attention was on him, he continued, "What about the Library Archives? You don't have to go back, unless you want to go back. Then if you do go back, maybe I can come and help you!" Luke spoke quickly.

Clive pressed his lips together and avoided eye contact, not really sure that he WANTED to go back. He had worked there for a few years, alone, in the dimly lit basement...

"You don't have to go back, Clive. I can call them and tell them your done, if you want." The Professor offered. Clive looked to the Professor and nodded, in a way of saying "Yes, please." "Alright. I'll call them after breakfast. Now, it's time to eat!"