Well this is a quick update for me x) Ahaha CliveDove x3 I know the feeling... Sorry I'd been gone for so long :( I've decided upon the shippings as well :3 It might not be what you originally expected...
P.s Swears alert

Laura's P.O.V

I glanced back at the clock. It was 02:47pm. I'd been up late sorting out the Professor and Emmy's SAVI memberships. I had to pick the furnishings for their offices too, since each office had to be accustomed to it's inhabitant in the SAVI HQ. Then, of course, there was the plan... I'd taken ages preparing every last detail of this extremely complicated plan. And it had taken weeks and three of my best government moles just to retrieve the information I needed to infiltrate Bill's SSS headquarters. We were going to take back the documents Bill had stolen from Clive, and I was going to send that slimeball to prison. I realized I'd been so occupied with planning I had forgotten to research Emmeline Altava. I decided to look at her criminal record during work tomorrow. I'd have to do it without Luke's knowledge though... He'd known Emmy and would probably be suspicious if he found me poking through her Criminal record. That would make matters difficult seeing as Luke tended to be somewhere in a 20m radius of me. In fact he was in the hotel room next door to me at that moment. I snapped my plan book shut and locked it in my drawers before crawling into bed and collapsing with exhaustion. I was lulling into a soft sleep when I clumsily rolled onto my side.

"SHIT!" I yelped into my pillow as a burning sensation overcame my cheek. I hadn't realised putting a small amount of pressure on my blazing scar would hurt so much. I should've known better. I bit my lip in agony as the pain slowly died down. Just as I was recovering, a knock came from the door. I stumbled out of my soft bed and peeped through the spyhole in my oakwood door. "Who is it?" I grumbled.
"It's just me, Luke. Can I come in?" The voice replied. I turned the knob on my door and creaked it open. Luke was wearing his pajamas; An oversized blue t-shirt and grey tracksuit bottoms. His hair was in a ruffled mess and he looked exhausted.
"Come on in." I gestured to my cosy hotel room. It was furnished with a plum double bed, a tall mahogany wardrobe that I had filled with my many different outfits, A large wooden dresser which was complete with my makeup bag and hairbrush, a tall full length mirror which was slightly grubby and could use a clean, and there was a door to my en suite. He trudged in and flopped down onto my bed. I sat cross legged beside him. "So, whats the deal. You okay?" I asked, concerned for my friends well being.
"Actually, I came to check if you were okay." He ran his fingers through his already messy mop of hair and cocked his head towards me.
"Umm. I'm okay. I guess." I answered confusedly. He reached forward and pushed my hair behind my ear, gently taking my chin in his hand he rotated my head so he could observe the large three tier scar that ran down my face.
"I'm really sorry, Laura." He mumbled. I was confused, I didn't understand why he should be sorry.
"Why?" I questioned puzzledly.
"Because It's my fault you have that scar. If I hadn't egged that man on... It might not have happened."
"Luke..." I looked into his worried eyes, I could tell he felt truly guilty, even though it wasn't his fault. "I think he would have scarred me anyway, and I definitely don't blame you. So please don't blame yourself..." My voice trailed off as Luke pressed his cold hand into my cheek. My eyelids fluttered closed as his hand cooled my burning scar. "Th-that feels better..." I murmured.
"Do you want me to go back to my room?" He asked me concernedly. I don't know why, but I felt almost sick at the thought of him going. I opened my dark, chocolate coloured eyes and leaned into his hand, which was still pressed against my cheek.
"You could stay." I smiled innocently. He pulled back the duvet and wriggled under the cover, I joined him. I was about to fall asleep on the feathery pillow, but he writhed his arm behind my neck so he could support my head on his chest. After seeing my confused expression at this gesture he blushed feverishly.
"This way you won't hurt your scar if your head lolls to the side. Is that okay with you?" He queried, his face a light, ruby red glow. I simply nodded and closed my eyes in response and felt his breathing steady, falling asleep slowly, and then all at once.

Yes, getting Emmy's criminal record without Luke knowing would be very difficult indeed.

Well I imagine you've worked out the first ship now. And by process of elimination worked out the other one too. Ermm... Yeah.
But anyways I hope you enjoyed that cute, fluffy chapter and that you support the ships that you would have by now worked out...
Yeahh

~ L xx