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storypaint) wrote2009-02-25 01:38 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-02-25 01:38 pm
Meet the Laytons (Layton gen)
Title: Meet the Laytons
Length: 445 words
Prompt: Professor Layton (Anon) Fan Meme: Professor Layton/Meet the Robinsons
Pairing: Layton gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "Every puzzle has an answer. That's my dad's motto."
"The puzzle of time travel? It's a paradox, it can't be solved..." Young Hershel Layton narrowed his eyes. "Prove it."
Luke shrugged and led him out the door. The time machine sort of looked like a red car.
"This doesn't look like a puzzle to me."
"There's more to puzzles than word games, Pr-- Hershel. Most scientific theories were puzzles," the other boy explained importantly. "Why does gravity work? How can information travel wirelessly?"
"Wirelessly?"
Luke turned in his seat to look at Hershel, who thumbed the brim of his too-large hat a bit nervously.
"I'll show you," he said, and started the car.
*
The future was... exceptional. There were cars everywhere, and everyone moved so fast, and nothing made sense, especially Luke's mother, who seemed determined to blow herself up in the pursuit of science.
She had a kind look, though, and she didn't even mind the ballcap Luke had given him ("No one wears these hats anymore," he had scoffed, "you'll stand out like a sore thumb").
Claire, and the strange episode of the horned dinosaur, had quite distracted him from the very large problem of solving the time machine so it worked again.
And then she said he had to go back, and he had never hated the idea more. The horned man was scary and he cackled too much, but at least he would give him what he wanted.
"How do I solve it?" the man said, twiddling his thumbs. Hershel told him.
*
"Every puzzle has an answer. That's my dad's motto."
"I don't know. I don't think I can solve this one."
"Every puzzle has an answer, Hershel. You know what you have to do."
*
"You know," the Professor said thoughtfully to his younger self, "I still have it: the first puzzle I ever invented."
"But why?" Hershel said, looking around at the apartment stuffed to the brim with puzzles in books, on paper, on chessboards, and strewn across the study.
"To remind myself," he said, ruffling the younger one's hair. Absently Hershel reached for the brim of his wide hat and didn't find it. He'd have to ask Luke about that before he left.
"Every puzzle has an answer," he said to his taller self.
"Correct," he replied, pointing brightly at Hershel, and the younger one grinned.
*
"Donny! Donny, wake up, it's your turn!"
"Hu-- huh? What?"
"Correct! The object of the sentence, 'What is his name?' is, in fact, 'what.' Congratulations, you've scored a point!"
*
Hershel took a deep breath and looked out at the audience. "I aim to prove something here. Every puzzle has an answer."
He smiled. "Who wants to solve this puzzle? I invented it myself."
Length: 445 words
Prompt: Professor Layton (Anon) Fan Meme: Professor Layton/Meet the Robinsons
Pairing: Layton gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "Every puzzle has an answer. That's my dad's motto."
"The puzzle of time travel? It's a paradox, it can't be solved..." Young Hershel Layton narrowed his eyes. "Prove it."
Luke shrugged and led him out the door. The time machine sort of looked like a red car.
"This doesn't look like a puzzle to me."
"There's more to puzzles than word games, Pr-- Hershel. Most scientific theories were puzzles," the other boy explained importantly. "Why does gravity work? How can information travel wirelessly?"
"Wirelessly?"
Luke turned in his seat to look at Hershel, who thumbed the brim of his too-large hat a bit nervously.
"I'll show you," he said, and started the car.
*
The future was... exceptional. There were cars everywhere, and everyone moved so fast, and nothing made sense, especially Luke's mother, who seemed determined to blow herself up in the pursuit of science.
She had a kind look, though, and she didn't even mind the ballcap Luke had given him ("No one wears these hats anymore," he had scoffed, "you'll stand out like a sore thumb").
Claire, and the strange episode of the horned dinosaur, had quite distracted him from the very large problem of solving the time machine so it worked again.
And then she said he had to go back, and he had never hated the idea more. The horned man was scary and he cackled too much, but at least he would give him what he wanted.
"How do I solve it?" the man said, twiddling his thumbs. Hershel told him.
*
"Every puzzle has an answer. That's my dad's motto."
"I don't know. I don't think I can solve this one."
"Every puzzle has an answer, Hershel. You know what you have to do."
*
"You know," the Professor said thoughtfully to his younger self, "I still have it: the first puzzle I ever invented."
"But why?" Hershel said, looking around at the apartment stuffed to the brim with puzzles in books, on paper, on chessboards, and strewn across the study.
"To remind myself," he said, ruffling the younger one's hair. Absently Hershel reached for the brim of his wide hat and didn't find it. He'd have to ask Luke about that before he left.
"Every puzzle has an answer," he said to his taller self.
"Correct," he replied, pointing brightly at Hershel, and the younger one grinned.
*
"Donny! Donny, wake up, it's your turn!"
"Hu-- huh? What?"
"Correct! The object of the sentence, 'What is his name?' is, in fact, 'what.' Congratulations, you've scored a point!"
*
Hershel took a deep breath and looked out at the audience. "I aim to prove something here. Every puzzle has an answer."
He smiled. "Who wants to solve this puzzle? I invented it myself."