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storypaint) wrote2009-06-16 08:23 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-06-16 08:23 pm
Three's a Crowd (Luke gen)
Title: Three's a Crowd
Length: 318 words
Prompt: Professor Layton (Anon) Fan Meme: All three versions of Luke meet for any reason.
Pairing: gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "Well, it's our full name, so deal with it," Luke said, folding his arms. "I'm the oldest, so the Professor... Professors... left me in charge while they sort out this time travel problem."
"I'm calling you Lucas, and you the demon child," Luke said firmly to his other selves.
Lucas frowned. "I don't like that name."
"Well, it's our full name, so deal with it," Luke said, folding his arms. "I'm the oldest, so the Professor... Professors... left me in charge while they sort out this time travel problem."
The demon child scowled at the pair of them. "'M not a demon," he protested. "You should be nicer."
"No!" Lucas and Luke said both at once, glaring at the littlest boy and then at each other.
"The Professor likes me best," Lucas said after a moment. Luke sighed and rubbed his forehead. Had he really ever been this intolerable?
"He can't like you best because you and I are the same person," he explained. "He just likes... us. Luke."
The demon child continued scowling. After a moment of contemplation, Lucas returned, "But he likes us best at my age."
Luke rolled his eyes. "Who would he prefer, a dopey little boy apprentice or his near-equal? You're still wearing short-pants! You can't remember how to solve the puzzle with the wolves and the sheep! And," he said in triumph, "sometimes you still wet the bed."
"...I'm you, you know," Lucas mumbled, scuffing a foot.
"I do not!" the demon child protested. "No one knows!" He howled theatrically, which was ignored by his other selves, who knew it was all theatrics.
"Whatever," Luke muttered, a flush rising to his own face. He scuffed his foot, but stopped when he realized that Lucas had just done it.
"...I hope the professor comes back soon," Lucas said defiantly after a long, awkward moment.
"So do I, kid," Luke returned, watching as his youngest self sat down in the dirt in the garden and began making mud pies. He hoped he wouldn't have to clean the demon child up afterward.
"So do I."
Length: 318 words
Prompt: Professor Layton (Anon) Fan Meme: All three versions of Luke meet for any reason.
Pairing: gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "Well, it's our full name, so deal with it," Luke said, folding his arms. "I'm the oldest, so the Professor... Professors... left me in charge while they sort out this time travel problem."
"I'm calling you Lucas, and you the demon child," Luke said firmly to his other selves.
Lucas frowned. "I don't like that name."
"Well, it's our full name, so deal with it," Luke said, folding his arms. "I'm the oldest, so the Professor... Professors... left me in charge while they sort out this time travel problem."
The demon child scowled at the pair of them. "'M not a demon," he protested. "You should be nicer."
"No!" Lucas and Luke said both at once, glaring at the littlest boy and then at each other.
"The Professor likes me best," Lucas said after a moment. Luke sighed and rubbed his forehead. Had he really ever been this intolerable?
"He can't like you best because you and I are the same person," he explained. "He just likes... us. Luke."
The demon child continued scowling. After a moment of contemplation, Lucas returned, "But he likes us best at my age."
Luke rolled his eyes. "Who would he prefer, a dopey little boy apprentice or his near-equal? You're still wearing short-pants! You can't remember how to solve the puzzle with the wolves and the sheep! And," he said in triumph, "sometimes you still wet the bed."
"...I'm you, you know," Lucas mumbled, scuffing a foot.
"I do not!" the demon child protested. "No one knows!" He howled theatrically, which was ignored by his other selves, who knew it was all theatrics.
"Whatever," Luke muttered, a flush rising to his own face. He scuffed his foot, but stopped when he realized that Lucas had just done it.
"...I hope the professor comes back soon," Lucas said defiantly after a long, awkward moment.
"So do I, kid," Luke returned, watching as his youngest self sat down in the dirt in the garden and began making mud pies. He hoped he wouldn't have to clean the demon child up afterward.
"So do I."