Title: All of Me

Author: SplishySplash aka Lastwaterbender

Fandom: Professor Layton

Pairing: Emmy/Layton

Rating: T+

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Summary: Professor Layton and Emmy get taken by a masked madman.

He woke up to dripping. His head ached, his body sore and there was something heavy against his right side that was breathing slowly. His assistant Emmy.

Professor Hershel Layton's eyes shot opened as he remembered where he was, well what had happened at least because he had no idea where they were. He was in a damp cell of some sort, bruised and battered. But not as battered as Emmy, who was determined to fight off their captors.

He looked down at the girl and his stomach dropped, she had a gash on her head, but was breathing normally. "Emmy, wake up." He whispered, shaking her gently. She moaned, but didn't open her eyes. "Come on, dear. Open your eyes." She stirred, forcing her eyes open but they took a moment to focus. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I went ten rounds with a . . . something big." She said unsure what to compare what she was feeling to, sitting up slightly and he held on to her arms as she swayed slightly. "Where are we?"

"I'm not entirely sure, they knocked me out as well." He said. The moon lit up the cell enough for him to get a better look at her injuries, her face was bruised and her the cut looked deep. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his handkerchief, licked the end of it and pressed it to her head, causing her to wince. "I'm sorry, I don't want to get it infected."

"Thank you." She whispered and shivered in the cold. "Are you hurt?" He didn't have any visible cuts, but a nice black eye growing. Professor Layton smiled softly at her concern.

"I think I'm am better off then you, my dear." He said tenderly. But before he could resume cataloguing her injuries the door was kicked open by a very familiar face, Descole. They feeling in both of their stomachs dropped and four of his very large minions hoisted them to their feet.

"Descole!" Layton gasped, confused as light filled the dark space.

"Hello Hershel." He said, with a wide smile on his face was menacing. "I'm glad that you could come."

"It's not like we were given any choice." He said, keeping his voice even. Emmy gasped next to him, drawing his attention.

The grunts held her tightly, her arm bent behind uncomfortably and she looked as if she was in pain. "Emmy!"

Descole grinned. "Guys, be careful. This one is precious to our dear professor." He said condescendingly walking over to Emmy as they readjusted their grip on her. "You're a pretty little thing aren't you?" His hand cupped her cheek.

The professor struggled in the arms of the minions. "Leave her alone!" He shouted as Descole ran a hand through her hair.

Descole turned and looked at him with a look of amusement hidden under his mask. "What's wrong, professor?" He asked.

"Don't touch her, your problem is with me. Let her go." He pleaded, struggling against his holds.

"How sweet." Descole said, nodding to one of the grunts who shoved their large brute like fist into his stomach and Emmy screamed as he doubled over. "I think the professor is in love with his assistant."

Emmy struggled against her holds, crying his name. Descole looked her over and laughed. "Great news. I think the feeling is mutual." He announced running his hand down the side of her body. "It would be a shame for somebody to ruin it."

Professor Layton looked up just as the masked man untied her tie and started to slowly unbutton her jacket and boldly cup her breast, and out of reaction she kicked her strong leg into his shin. "You little bitch." He seethed after his hand smacked her across the face, she went limp only held up by the two thugs. "Leave them, they obviously haven't had enough time to think about what they've done."

Both were thrown to the ground in a heap and the door was slammed shut, the deafening sound of the lock clicking. Again the room was dark and Professor Layton quickly crawled over to Emmy gathering her into his arms. "Emmy! Come on Emmy, say something." He pleaded.

She looked at him, her eyes glistening in the moon light and the angry red hand mark on her face. "I. . ." She started before the tears started to fall. "What are we going to do, Professor?"

He pulled her against him and held her tightly, more than a colleague, and leaned back against the wall with a sigh. "I don't know. But we will get out of here. "She buried her face into his chest and breathed deeply and he wrapped his coat around her. "For now, let's rest we need to keep our strength."

She sat silent for a while and eventually fell asleep while Layton held her tightly. Sighing, Descole had pinpointed his feelings for her and he was only slightly glad that she didn't want to talk about it. She whimpered against him. "Sleep well, my dear. We've got a lot to talk about later."

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