Hello, Profesor Layton fandom! I'm Destiny Willowleaf! For a quick overview of who I am, read my profile please.

So, this is the beginning of a series of stories. The series is called "26 Letters, 26 Stories." It's split into 5 main fandoms, with one extra fandom to fill in the last slot. The alphabet will be going slightly out of order, in the following setup:

G

The G is the extra fandom. Not saying WHAT it is though. Each one-shot will focus on different characters, with very little overlap. The series might be done by Christmas(I hope...) but it will be over before June of 2016.

As a bit of a forewarning, THERE WILL BE SPOILERS FOR ALL SERIES INVOLVED MINUS ONE.

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It had been a long day for Professor Layton. After teaching seven classes at different points in learning, and helping out three students over his lunch, all the professor wanted to do was relax, unwind, and continue to piece together the new artifact he had found on a recent dig.

Layton was just about to begin when his phone began to ring. He went over to it, and answered with, "Hello?"

"It's me, Professor. Emmy Altava."

The professor was shocked. Emmy had left after the Azran incident, and he hadn't heard from her since.

"This may come as a surprise, but I have something to say after being gone for three years: I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not telling you the truth about who I was. I had never been restricted, but I was... afraid. Afraid that you would tell me to leave and never talk to you again. Afraid that you would call me a traitor. Afraid that you would hate me for working off of your trust and not staying out of trouble, like you had told me to. Afraid that you would say that I was... I don't know. That's why I was staying strong: to fight my opponents in the real world meant fighting my opponents in my mind."

"Emmy, listen to me," Layton interrupted. "I am not upset. You did what you were supposed to, which was following orders. No one is on the hunt for you, and I am fairly certain most people do not know of your allegiance to Targent. But Emmy, where are you?"

"I decided to stay out of London for a while, and decided to go to a place that no one would know me: your old town of Stansbury."

Layton smiled, and told Emmy, "I'm glad to know that you're safe."

Emmy sighed. "Is it all right if I stop by your office soon? It's be nice to be able to talk face to face after so long."

"Alright."

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Later that January, Layton heard a knock on his office door. He stood up from his chair, went over to the door and opened it up.

"Happy Birthday, Professor Layton!" Emmy exclaimed, holding out a present.

Layton was surprised, until he remember that it WAS his birthday, and couldn't help but let a smile form on his face.

Emmy put down her present, and hugged the professor. "It's nice to see you again, Professor Layton," Emmy giggled.

"Welcome back, Emmy. If I remember correctly, wasn't that the first thing you said to me-"

"When you first left for Misthallery to help Clark. I remember."

Layton nodded. "Yes. It wasn't our first meeting, but it was the first time that you were my assistant. The times of the past may be gone, but that doesn't mean we can't relive the past."

Emmy broke free of the hug, and rolled her eyes before saying, "I know what you're saying, Professor. I'll come back to being your assistant, if you teach me how to run the class so the dean won't get a headache every time you need a substitute professor because you're off helping old friends."