Hey guys! So sorry I took so long- Busy week + Long chapter + Rp Forum= me doing this in a week. Anyways, just liked to say before we go on to 'Not In Love' I'd just like to tell you I'll be busy for the next two weeks as I'm doing summer stuff with my drama group so it might be a while before I update x.x However, after those two weeks I'll be writing as much as I can! :D So I'll try my hardest to get them done quickly!

Not In Love: Episode 3 Part 1- A date with...Clive? Part 1

Clive just growled at Crow as they stood in the clockshop on Midland Road.

Crow: What's the matter? Can't take the fact a kid is beating you at your game? I'd like to see you top what I did for Ans in the last chapter. Face it the fan girls love me more! Even girls like Ans...

Clive: No they don't! I just have to wink and they swoon!

Crow: What's the matter? Scared of some competation?

Clive: No! I wll beat you!

Crow: Oh really?

Clive: Just watch me!

And so...

Anscombe stared at the two boys in disbelief as they stared at her with puppy dog eyes.

Ans: -is a little shocked- What? No!

Clive: Oh but-

Ans: No.

Clive: We can-

Ans: No.

Clive: I-

Ans: No.

Crow: -talks quickly- If I gave you my first addition 'Nightmare On Elm Street' collection?

Ans:...

Suddenly, Anscombe who was biting her lip, decided to pick up her phone.

Ans: Hey Riku! It's me I was wondering...how do you feel about a date with Clive Dove?

Twenty minutes later...

And so, RML stood outside the apartment building where Ans resides currently, wearing a short purple and black lace dress, purple and black fingerless gloves on hands and a purple, feather hair pin keeping her bangs out of her eyes, purple flats finishing the outfit as she waited for her date...

RML: -walks around the house,looking for her date- Clive? -calls out- Clive! Are you here?

Ans: -sweatdrops as I answer the door- Hey Riku! Long time no see!

RML: -looks up- Hmm? -sees Ans- ANS! -runs over, pulling Ans into a big hug- Hey! -pulls back, grinning- How are you?

Ans: -hugs back tightly- I'm good...only somehow an ex-convict and the leader of a black market ring somehow found out where I lived...

RML: -laughs- Lucky! Wished they were staying at my house.

Ans: Staying? They aren't staying on my watch! They're gonna get out of here and let me write in peace. That's why I've called you to be honest.

RML: tilts head in confusion Why? Don't you want them here? I'd be ecstatic if it was me they were staying with

Ans: They barged into my house asking me if I would set you and Clive on a date!

RML: -giggles- Yeah, I'm excited about that. -grins- Is he almost ready for it?

Ans: He better be...CLIVE!

And, as if on cue, Clive's footsteps were heard coming down the stairs...

To Be Continued...at the end of this chapter :)

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Clive Dove smiled warmly as he took a look at his reflection in his bathroom mirror, his face still wet from just washing it. It was good to finally be clean again. Actually, it was better to be back, to be with friends, to be fighting again. He sighed as he put on his black skull tee shirt, it was grand to finally be back in the swing of things…but his mind…it…it wouldn't stop wandering to…

"NEVER!" Clive screamed at Layton despite the pain, despite the tears in his eyes, despite the fact he thought he would have gone numb by now, he was feeling he was not giving in now

"Are you sure, Clive?" sneered Layton, turning over to him and dropping the whip and cupping his chin.

"Yes, very." He stared back determinately, despite his eyes stinging from crying with his eyes open. Somehow, Clive somewhat kept it together.

"Very well, Clive. Just know you brought this on yourself" Layton smiled at him, his monocle glinting as he then let go, picking up the whip and went behind Clive.

Clive tightly closed his eyes, preparing his body for the next attack, he didn't know how much longer he was going to last.

"Boss!"

Suddenly, the voice who once worked for him, who seemed to strike some fear into him nowadays, who warned him of Layton's attack...was his saviour.

"What is it, Bostro? Can you not see I am busy here?" enquired Layton, clearly annoyed as he walked up to the man who had just entered as he walked over to him.

Clive wasn't sure what happened next but he did hear was "What? Not again...", "That boy..." and finally, "No, no, I'll do it myself."

Layton then strolled up to Clive, this time with his red rimmed cane and not the whip, much to the young man's relief.

"Well Clive, it appears our time has been cut short..." Layton trailed off.

Clive wanted to sigh in relief at that, he didn't, he knew that Layton wouldn't be saying that unless he had something up his sleeve...

And he was right, as Layton only smirked at Clive's small reaction to the news. He could tell young man was learning from their time spent together.

With that, Layton clicked his fingers as he called "Bostro!" looking straight into Clive's dark eyes the entire time.

"Yeah Boss?" questioned Bostro, smirking. He knew exactly what his boss was about to ask him.

"Entertain our 'guest' while I'm out, will you?" He said more than asked, twirling so he was now standing straight and facing his left to Bostro.

"With pleasure, boss!"Bostro sniggered, banging his fist into his hand repeatedly, his best menacing look as he slowly walked up to Clive.

´Clive gulped, just seeing Layton going down the corridor in the corner of his eye as he closed his eyes tightly, feeling the salty taste of blood in his mouth, hearing Layton's laughter in his head. Well, so much for saviour.

Clive shook his head, he couldn't- wouldn't think like that. He was here now, he was safe. Yes...safe...he kept repeating that to himself as he did up his dark brown golden buckled belt and looked up at the mirror. He hadn't changed much physically in the last few years but his outfit was defiantly different from the last time he saw Luke Triton. He found himself looking in the mirror, wearing a pair of light blue ripped jeans with a pair of white Nike trainers and a black long with a white skull and cross bones in the middle tee shirt that arms didn't hide his bruises.

No, Clive wasn't going to hide his scars. He was not at all ashamed of what happened. In fact, despite his nightmares, he was going to wear his scars with pride to show that he did not give in. He will show people the bruises up and down his arm, his black right eye that was beginning to form, his scar on his neck and even (if people asked) the many scars down his back from Layton's favourite 'toy'.

He was about to go and find his 'Receiver' when all of a sudden, there was a knock on the door.

"Come on in." He said warmly, putting on his best smile and walking over to the door.

He watched as a pair of legs wearing white trousers and brown boots entered, knowing immediately who it was.

"Hey Em." He then said to the girl with the long brown locks and yellow coat.

"Hello Clive..." Emmy trailed off, clearly a little uneasy.

"Is something wrong?" Clive enquired, sensing her uneasiness.

"Really, Clive? No seriously?" she asked as she knew that Clive knew "Of course something is wrong! The only thing you've been given are some Adrenaline Pills to keep you going! You need that leg properly checked out!"

Clive just sighed at her "Yeah, well, someone has to go and meet Luke."

"Then let me go, you're in no shape of this and you know it." Emmy begged more than asked him as she knew she couldn't really make him do anything...

"Yes but you don't know 'The Forbidden Zone' like I do and besides, you know you're the only person who can keep this place running." Clive told her. Not that he needed to, she already knew that.

"Well Crow then, I mean that is who Luke is supposed to be meeting with anyways." She suggested.

"Crow has already risked his life going there to save me. I am not letting Crow risk his life because I'm too 'injured' to go. You'd normally let me do this mission, Emmy. Just because I have gone through a month of torture doesn't mean I am no longer able to go on a mission." Clive snapped back angrily at his friend. He knew he shouldn't have done that but it was too late now.

Clive sighed, so much for proving himself.

Emmy stared at the young man before her; she...wasn't sure what to say really. She opened her mouth but nothing came out...she...he...he was...

"Alright." Sighed Emmy quietly.

"What?" frowned Clive, who had embraced himself for Emmy to snap at him.

Instead, he watched her rub her forehead "You...can go."

Wait, did...did she just say that? Clive thought to himself as the only thing he could breathe out was "What?"

Emmy, breathed out, showing a somewhat sad look on her face "You've been able to continue missions with injuries far worse than that leg and keep cool. I'm sorry that I...it's just...it's just I'm worried about you, Clive. You were stuck in that tiny little cell for months and we couldn't do anything about it...my god...I-"

"Em! Emmy!" he interrupted her, putting a hand on her shoulder "You came as quickly as you could for me. It's okay, truly. You did what you could and you managed to have me only a month in prison. Considering what quite a few of our members have been through, I'd say I was lucky to just be in Layton's hands for a month." Clive told her softly, looking her in the eyes.

"I...just be careful, okay? If you're caught again I won't be sending someone to save you this time." Emmy smiled playfully.

"Mam! Yes Mam!" Clive just mock saluted in response, making them both laugh.

"Oh and, remember to your Receiver this time, eh?" Emmy said just as she turned to leave.

Clive's eye twitched at that, he did not need to be reminded that he was caught because he forgot to pack his Receiver. It was a stupid rookie mistake to make, especially as the mission would have been a complete success if it weren't for his capture.

"Yeah, just as soon as I find it. Don't you worry; I won't be forgetting that…ever again." Clive replied, opening the door for Emmy as she walked out.

"Well, if you need a new one you can just go to Socket." She reminded him before he could close the door.

"I'll be sure do that but after I made sure I haven't lost mine. No offence to Socket or anything but I prefer the older models" he told her.

Emmy laughed "okay, fair enough, Mr. 'Old School'" she then began walking away saying, "Bye."

Although Clive scowled at 'Mr. Old School' he still smiled and returned her goodbye before closing the door and looking around the tatters of his room.

He sighed looking around. His bedroom actually part of Scotland Yard's old archives and it had been built in pretty well. Although, the room was damp thanks to the location and dark as the only light was a rusty lamp hanging from the ceiling. Not to mention the complete mess the room was in thanks to all the junk from old telephone wires to old fridge doors as he felt that in these uncertain times, anything and everything was useful for them. They were after all, that desperate. So, Clive's room mostly had what most people would call rubbish in it as well as a grey rickety old double bed with a stained mattress, an old small TV in the corner that doesn't work, a cupboard built into the wall with a white painted door with a desk and stool inside of it and a picture of Clive and his parents just above his rickety bed along with bathroom built in as an adjoining room- which was actually a luxury to have in The Resistance.

The place may not be as rich and snazzy as Clive was used to, however there wasn't any amount of money in the world that could replace the friends which came with this old cold place. No, for the first time in a very long time, Clive Dove could say he was happy here.

Clive shook his head again, his mind had wandered again! Although it was in improvement compared to where his mind went earlier it still wasn't going to help him find his 'Receiver'! And quite frankly, he didn't really want Em' to make him get the version 3.5...

The 'Receiver' was one of Socket's (and Wren's) many inventions. One of his first, in fact. When the Black Ravens first joined, long before Clive had got there, they quickly realised that they needed some way of keeping in contact in the chaos that London had become. So, the 'Receiver' was born...

The version 1.1, or the original version as some like to call it, was the one that Clive carried it around. It looked a red square simple walkie talkie with some yellow round rubber buttons underneath in three rows of three, tiny square screen that pops of the right side of the walkie talkie if you press it and a sliver thin antae that you can make longer or shorter so to get a better signal.

Ah ha! Clive thought to himself as he finally dragged his Receiver out from under the desk. He forgot sometimes he taped things under there for safe keeping. He really-

Beep!

Suddenly, Clive's mind went blank as that sound rang in his ears. It was his digital watch! But he could have sworn he didn't set the alarm...at least, he believed that as he looked down to see why.

However, his query was soon answered as he found himself running straight out the door and upstairs the stairs. Suddenly he was jumping, ducking and weaving around/in/over/under things...Why?

Because the time on Clive's Dove clock was 12:00pm...he was going to be late.

As he ran, Clive couldn't help but wonder...maybe taping things under his desk was doing more harm than good.

...

Luke Triton was nervous, very very nervous. He couldn't help it! His mind was racing through the many possible ways this entire idea could go wrong...what if Crow got caught? What if Hershel had a camera hidden somewhere? What If Crow didn't understand the riddle? What if the family found them here? What if-

NO!

Luke shook his head violently. He was being irrational! Yes...of course he was. Crow wasn't stupid enough to get caught and...and he would know about cameras and...Crow...Crow wasn't stupid and The Family were banned from here by Hershel himself so...

He saw no other reason to not enter what used to be Gressenheller University.

Luke couldn't help but feel comfort as he entered the warmly lit place that was just well really a giant library. For a lack of a better word, that really was what that place had become. Although the tile/wooden floors, the painted walls and even the doors have been restored to their former glory, the items that once furnished it and made this place so heart-warming for Luke had long since been replaced with rows and rows of bookshelves with a comfy red chair and a round small dark wooden coffee table set in every room. Well almost every room, the cafe was still the same basic design only the kitchen is full of Luke's favourite food and...

...and the professor's office, which strangely, was locked and looked like it hadn't been opened in a very very long time.

Still, now was not the time to sadly think about that. No, right now, Luke needed to find Crow. Luke slowly looked around the foyer he was standing in, unlike the rest of the rooms, the amount of bookcases were limited as this room was designed more for telling Luke which room was which than for reading purposes, making this the best place for Luke to stand as his friend came to look for him.

Oh my gosh...where is he? Luke mentally groaned to himself. They might not get caught but Hershel will defiantly notice soon that Luke was gone...again. And quite frankly, Luke didn't know how much more of this-

Mmrph!

Was all Luke could manage as he was suddenly jerked away, his entire body tensing up as he felt the need to struggle. What's going on? Crow just grabbed me...wait, no, Crow isn't that tall. Oh gosh! T-that means... HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!

"HELP ME!" Luke was suddenly able to cry as he felt himself tumble forward as he clearly managed to get free...wait...no...That was too easy. Did...did his attacker let go?

"Luke! LUKE! Calm down, it's me!" said a familiar voice...one that Luke had heard before...one...one that, inside his head, seemed to be echoing...

"It's good to finally meet you professor. Or rather, I suppose I should say it's nice to see you again. It's me, Luke Triton"

Luke froze at that. That...that voice...it couldn't be, could it? Luke Triton, the boy was clearly cursed to be a caged bird, could never be that lucky...could he? Well, only one way to find out...

With that, he looked up to see his near identical twin standing right before him in a scruffy pair of light blue ripped jeans with a pair of white Nike trainers and a black long with a white skull and cross bones in the middle tee shirt. Huh, I'd expect that of him strangely...Luke thought to himself but not for long...

As Luke's attention turned to the wounds.

He...he had bruises all different shades of black and blue all over his arms...his right eye was also going a black colour and...and Luke was pretty sure he was walking with a limp.

"Oh my gosh! Clive!" Luke suddenly cried out, running over to the young man who he barely knew but felt so much for.

"L-Luke? My god...it's...it's really you?" Clive blinked, barely believing his eyes despite Crow's words.

"What happened to you?" the teenage boy who was still a little shorter than him questioned.

It took Clive a minute to realise but quickly he knew Luke was asking about the scars. Wait...of course Luke would be asking, he's still the same old Luke...right? At least, he seemed to be the same person...No! What was he thinking? Luke had always been such a kind, caring-

So had Layton.

Clive quickly shook his head, he had clearly been in this place far too long "Oh...well, to put a very long story short, I...well to be blunt, I've been in Layton's hands for the last month."

Clive watched Luke as he stared in horror at him; Luke clearly knew nothing about this. Heck, Clive could have swore Luke seemed to be able to barely believe what he was looking "I'm so sorry" Luke breathed out, looking at him sadly with tears in his eyes.

"Hey, hey Luke...it's okay, it's not your fault. I've said this once today and I'll say it again. This is only one person's fault and it certainly isn't yours." Clive told him sternly.

Although, it was clear that Luke somewhat still blamed himself judging from his glum look...well until suddenly the teenager's face somewhat lit up.

"Oh, of course! That's why Crow was at the castle! He was there to save you, wasn't he?" Luke said more than asked.

Clive laughed "Ha-ha, still as smart as ever I see...Little Luke." Clive couldn't help but tease "Or rather, not so little Luke it's been quite a while and I must say you've grown a lot."

Luke blushed a little at that before saying "Y-yeah...but I'm still really short."

Clive laughed again, despite everything; he couldn't help it at all. He could barely believe it; he had lost all hope for this giddy kid who had always been joint-to-the-hip to that kind humble professor. He never knew Luke that well, however from the short time he had gotten to know Luke and from the letters they sent to each other, Clive had grown somewhat attached to the boy.

"So...if Crow came to rescue you...does...does this...does this mean..." Luke bit his lip; he clearly wanted to desperately ask Clive something. However he seemed to be stopping himself for reasons that Clive didn't understand...

"What is it, Luke? Go on, spit it out!" Clive said, trying to be as encouraging as he could. Eager to know what was bothering the teenager.

"Doesthismeanthere'saresistance?" Luke blurted out, in an almost panicked way, far too quickly for Clive to understand.

"Whoa! Slower, Luke, slower...Relax. Breathe okay?" Clive said as he looked down, gently putting his hands on Luke's shoulders.

And to his surprise...Luke flinched.

Yes...Luke flinched, and rather violently at that, nearly knocking over a coffee table as he tumbled back.

"Oh! I'm so sorry Luke!" Clive cried. To say he was a little alarmed and flustered...well, that would be an understatement.

"N-no, it's fine...this...that wasn't your fault. I guess things have been getting to me lately..." Luke admitted, looking down and holding himself.

"Oh..." Clive sighed, going to lean on the chair which was next to Luke but making sure not to get too close to Luke "Do you...do you want to talk about it?"

He watched the boy laugh bitterly, making Clive want to cringe. Hearing Luke laugh like that...well, it...it was something he expected from himself not the cheery Luke Triton.

"No, that's okay. I've got Veronica to talk about these kind of things." He half smiled, in an attempt to reassuring.

"Veronica?" Questioned Clive, now a little confused.

"One of the maids at the castle, she likes to help me out a lot." Luke explained in a very causal way.

"Maids at the castle? So...Crow is right? You're actually living with Layton?" Clive asked, suddenly standing up, clearly a little alarmed.

"Oh dear..." Luke trailed off, suddenly remembering that he was actually talking to someone that didn't live in the castle, before leaning back against the chair, sitting on its arm before continuing "I'd suppose I'd better start from the beginning..."

"LET ME GO!" Luke screamed in a somewhat pleading manner as he crashed into the foyer of the castle, that man quickly grabbing him again.

"Now, now Luke please...stop struggling!" The man who looked like Professor Hershel Layton pleaded as he held Luke still.

Luke...surprisingly listened, but not because that man, whoever he was, asked...no it was his surprise at the room around him, thepolished floors and a large red carpet, not to mention a grand staircase and a gold and crystal chandelier hanging down from the ceiling above him, illuminating the room in a warm, yet deadly light,and finally, Luke set his eyes on a young girl in the corner...a young girl with loose light brown flowing hair, big brown eyes, a gothic black Lolita with a grey pattern and a big grey bow behind it that is knee-length along with a pair of knee-high laced white socks and a pair of black mary jane shoes and...and...Luke knew this girl!

"Flora?"gasped Luke as he stood there staring, the man still gripping his arms tightly to stop Luke from moving.

The girl who was clearly Flora Reinhold only whimpered in response.

"What have you done to her? Where are my parents? Who are you?" Luke cried out as he started to struggle again.

"What are you implying? I would never do anything to hurt Flora! Clark and Brenda are fine, you can relax, you'll see them soon...and, surely you recognize your best friend?"

Luke froze at those last two words, this man couldn't be the professor...could he?

...Luke then went on to tell Clive that was only the beginning, that Luke had spent time and again trying to escape but his figured out pretty quickly that his efforts were going to be fruitless so...after a very long time of planning, he decided a new plan. He decided instead of getting himself out of there he got Flora and his parents out (this part Clive did know about but he decided against interrupting Luke) and surprisingly, he managed to convince Layton this was actually the best course of action! Although, ever since then Luke and Layton have been living a continuous cycle of Luke somewhat escaping and returning again later, with them acting as if it were normal and occasionally fighting. At least, until now...

However what concerned Clive the most about Luke's tale was the description of the relationship he and Layton had. From what Clive could get, their relationship had got...unhealthy. Yes, unhealthy was the best word he could use. Luke told him that despite everything, they were still best friends but Clive could tell there was more to it than that. There had to be more than that as Luke said it himself, the only person Layton seems to have any real connection to is Luke...however, this works both ways. Clive knew what this meant, thanks to Constance Dove he knew exactly what kind of relationship Luke and Layton now have.

And it wasn't good...for either of them.

Luke had no one else to talk to other than Hershel Layton. Not to mention, Luke is still a child, he still needs a parental figure and it looked like to Clive that Luke had projected this need onto the most insane man in London. And considering said madman clearly had a warped version of caring for Luke this couldn't be good. The fact that they had no one else but each, that made them two people who crave human contact...it made them more...what was word? Intimate? Yes, something along the lines of that...something that made them feel as if they were like family, as if they had the need to look after each other. Yes, the word probably would be intimate as most people looking at them would probably frown, especially as those two of all people were known to not be very 'touchy' themselves.

However...Clive also knew this was why Luke Triton is able to stand before him now.

"So, Layton never mentioned anything about his taking over of London?" Clive questioned, getting his mind back on topic.

"Hershel never talks about his plans at all..." Luke trailed off, looking a little worried "To be honest, I was hoping you knew."

Clive sighed, rubbing his forehead a little- so much for that plan. Suddenly, Clive looked as he remembered "Hey, what was that you were trying to ask me earlier? You know, before the hug thing...which I'm so sorry about, by the way."

"Don't be! Really Clive, that's just me being me!" Luke insisted before going a little shy "Well...erm...if your here...I wanted to ask...about...about a resistance..."

"What about them?" Clive frowned.

Luke seemed to strangely perk up at that "So there is a Resistance? Oh my gosh!" he blurted out but clearly grinning.

"Why yes...if you have the time, I can show you if you like." Clive just smirked in response.

...

Clive Dove smirked even more when the teenager behind him had an idea of where they were headed. The dazzle of hope in Luke's eyes that shun despite the rest of him having a timid appearance made Clive certain that he had succeeded in making a boy, who clearly they had failed to rescue, happy.

Surprisingly, for Luke more than Clive, they had a pretty easy way out as Luke quickly found out; it was a lot easier getting out of the Forbidden Zone than getting in. All they had to do was go down into the old sewer system and come up top-side into a quiet place of London.

Now, he just followed Clive at they went down to the end of that slippery alley to a very very familiar clock shop. He couldn't but smile at Clive he walked up to door and...

Thump Thump Thump, Thud Thud Thud, Thump Thump Thump...

And suddenly, the door sprang open!

"Hey Spring, Hey Cogg! We need to take the tunnel to Scotland Yard please!" Clive smiled as he walked in.

"Spring's out, young master Clive but she'll be back later and of course I'll open it right-" Cogg, the old servant of Clive who had helped in Clive's plans, stopped in his tracks as he saw the boy called Luke.

"Oh hey Mr. Cogg!" Luke just said with a small smile.

Clive just chuckled at that, smiling at Cogg...who understood exactly what Clive meant.

"Well, I can say that some people will be very happy to see that face" Cogg just remarked in return, before turning to the switched that was once the time machine, pulling the furthest from the clock and the wall opening behind Spring's counter.

"Thanks Cogg, I owe you one." Clive smile, beginning to walk over.

"So you keep saying, I still haven't been paid for this." Cogg just teased the young man as Clive and Luke went into the deep dark abyss of a tunnel.

Clive just chuckled in return as they got deeper into the tunnel and turn around the corner.

"W-what's at Scotland yard?" stuttered Luke, it wasn't because he was afraid of the dark, No, Luke didn't mind the dark but...this place was spooky. Luke wasn't scared or anything! He just didn't like g-ghosts too much...

"Like Cogg said, some people who will be very happy to see you." Clive just replied, in hopes to distract the teenager out of his fear.

"You don't mean...?" Luke gasped. He couldn't mean that could he? There's no way Luke would be so lucky, not in this world.

Clive smirked they got to a dead end...only the brick wall seemed to curve outwards into a semi-circle...and...and there was something on it only Luke couldn't tell without taking a closer look.

Now he could see it, it was a sliding puzzle, one he couldn't help but have an urge to try to solve as Clive didn't object.

Hmm if I put this piece here...and that piece there...then yes! Ah ha! And now to just...do that and...wait, that doesn't fit...but if I put it here...No...I...What if...gah! Great Luke, looked like you botched that one.

Luke's tongue stuck out as he kept trying and trying...but nothing worked! Why wouldn't it work? All the pieces seemed to fit except one! Each time when he thought he had it just one piece wouldn't-

Suddenly, Clive chuckled.

Luke froze at this as he turned to his near identical twin who couldn't help but laugh in amusement kind of like...kind of like when he first mentioned Luke's height back when he was pretending to be the older version of him.

"What?" Luke asked, clearly knowing he was doing something wrong.

"Sorry Luke couldn't resist doing that. I just wanted to see you try and solve the puzzle." He admitted "Here, this is why you can't solve it" he went on to say as he walked over to the puzzle himself and...

...and take the left bottom piece out and rotating it before placing it in the exact same spot.

Of course! Why didn't I think of that before? Luke thought to himself, wide eyed.

Luke continued to watch Clive as he turned the many shapes into a complex five by five square with the middle missing before placing a hint coin in and...

...He watched as the walls seemed to be torn away, revealing part of a light blue metallic looking, smooth lift, just noticing as Clive walked in.

"Are you coming?"

Something...something about that seemed to panic Luke. For reasons beyond Luke's understanding, he thought if he didn't rush into the lift now then Clive really won't let him on ever again. He knew it was stupid but for some reason he couldn't quite get the idea out of his head.

So, he rushed in, which made Clive frown but he shrugged it off.

No, instead Clive was feeling a little giddy. Strange for him but he couldn't help but image the happy faces his friends would be wearing when he saw them again. In fact, this filled his thoughts so much that he barely noticed when the lift was opening; the time just seemed to fly by.

Luke watched in awe as the doors opened and a bright darkness seemed to shine at him before...before...

...before revealing the archives of Scotland Yard?

Luke just froze as he watched people move about the room, clearly it was stuffy due to the room being too small to fit this amount of people but still...regardless of the cold, damp, the size and even the poor clothes these people were wearing Luke could not deny the smiles and warmth around the room. This place...it wasn't like anywhere he had seen before...no...wait, yes it was...it was the feeling he'd always get visiting the professor's apartment; it was...what he felt at home. Wait! That was it!

This place felt like a home.

Yes, that was the word, these people were happy here despite everything. This amused Luke bitterly, he had always known 'money can't buy you happiness' and standing right in front of him was the most black and white picture of that statement. He lived in a rich mansion and was miserable while Clive clearly lived in a place like this in happiness. Yes, Luke also wanted to live here...

Clive watched Luke as he looked around grinning in awe with a hint of sadness in his eyes before beginning to walk off beckoning "This way, Luke."

As Clive knew exactly what would make Luke smile.

Luke just followed Clive as they went up the stairs, down the corridor, taking a right and then standing front of a metal door which had half a scratched off "interrogation Room 3" although strangely 1 and 2 were nowhere to be seen.

And as if Clive had read his mind he replied "We made the Interrogation rooms into the hospital wing and decided to get rid of the walls and yeah...the other doors kinda got caught up in an explosion." Clive sighed at this "I suppose that's what you get for letting Don Paolo mess with the medical equipment..."

Luke tried not to laugh at this but failed, for some reason, he could image Don Paolo looking rather embarrassed as Clive shouted at him. Oh gosh! He hadn't wanted to truly laugh in such a long time!

Clive sighed again motioning for Luke to open the door "Yes well, let's go in, shall we?"

And he did exactly that.

"Hey Doc, you have a visitor..." Clive practically smirked out of his lips.

"What is it Clive? Can't you see I'm very-"

Luke gasped as he felt...felt...b-butterflies in his stomach, he was barely believing his eyes...

"Arianna?"

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Not In Love: Episode 3 Part 2- A date with...Clive? Part 1

Both of the girls looked at Clive as he rushed down, his hair was a mess but he looked good in that black tux and black tie.

Clive: Sorry!

RML: -giggles, smiling brightly- Hello, Clive.

Clive: Hey...your Riku right?- Oh wait, that's Ans's nick name for you. I'm sorry, would you perfer me to call you RML?

RML: -shakes head- Riku is fine. I actually prefer it quite a bit more than I used to.

Ans: -blushes a little but hides it-

Clive: -kisses- hand then it's lovely to meet you, Riku.

RML: -blushes madly- It...it's wonderful to meet you too, Clive. (Thoughts: Oh My Goodness, he's such a gentleman!)

Clive: I was thinking...we could go to a local restaurant I use quite frequently, if that's alright with you?

RML: -smiles warmly- Of course. I would love to, Clive. Anything is fine with me, really. As long as we get to be doing something together, I'll be happy.

Ans: -rolls eyes- Will you and Crow leave me alone now? I have work to do! -mumbles- all this to put up a chapter...

RML: -shakes head, chuckling lightly- Oh, Ans.

Crow: Uh, yeah, sure Ans! Sorry for the inconvincence! Your help is much appreciated!

Suddenly, the three of them turn around to see young Crow, in his normal grab, leaning in the doorway.

RML: Hello -smiles-

Crow: Oh hey there miss, aren't you lovely?

Clive: -just glares at him-

RML: -blushes madly- Being called lovely two times in one evening...it's...it's definitely a first...well...being called lovely at 'all' is a first...-looks down, frowning a little-

Clive: -turns back to Riku- What do you mean?

RML: Well...I...no one has ever called me that before...-is holding her right arm a little nervously-

Clive: Then they don't know what they're missing -smiles brightly-

RML: -looks back up to Clive, surprised, before smiling softly, tears coming to eyes- Tha...thank you...Clive.

Ans: Can you please leave? Anymore of this lovey dovey stuff and I'm going to hurl...

Clive: -laughs- yes of course, sorry Ans -turns to Riku- would you take my hand?

RML: -smiles warmly, nodding and taking Clive's hand in hers- I would love to.

Ans watches as they leave, hand in hand, before noticed Crow smirking and pulling out a small didgital box device like a DS, making her frown and walk over...

Ans; -tilts head- Hey, What's that?

Crow: Oh, just the tracker I put in Clive's jacket. RAVENS!

Suddenly, out of no where, like ninjas, all eight other of The Ravens appear in front of them

Roddy: Yeah Crow?

Crow: Operation Annoy Clive is a go!

Ans: Ooo, can I come?

Crow: -smirks- I'd be honoured, O Miss. Demon.

Wren: -turns to readers- And so, what will happened between Arianna and Luke? Why do you have to knock on the door of Midland Road like that? Is there something behind it? What will happen next between Luke and The Resistance?

Ans: Hey! That's my line!

Wren: -sweatdrops- Oh! Um, Sorry! It was Socket's idea! -runs away-

Socket: HEY!

Ans: -turns to readers, ahem- And so, what will- -sighs- Oh never mind, just review the chapter.

The end!...Until the next chapter :D

So what did you think of this chapter of 'Not In Love'? Did you enjoy this new thing I've done? Let me know! Oh and don't forget about your thoughts on the chapter, the answers to my questions and all that good stuff! :3