Fandom: Professor Layton
Characters: Layton, Luke (General series)
Prompt: #12: orange
Word Count: 507
Author's Notes: I don't own Layton or his Top Hat of Awesome.
Summary: Sometimes even Professor Layton makes mistakes.
Taking care of very young children can be a challenge. Of course, that's a bit like saying that water is wet or sand is dry or Don Paolo is six tacos short of a dozen.
Layton tended to view challenges and puzzles in the same light: as things to be met, resolved, and passed by. Granted, with a child as young as Luke around, passing one molehill generally meant there was a small mountain looming just over the horizon, but it was merely one in a series of challenges. And all were immensely rewarding.
Still, sometimes he managed to be surprised.
Luke was learning his colors. Layton had gone about things in the traditional way of naming the color of every single thing he saw (something he had started doing regularly now out of habit, receiving a raised eyebrow from the grocer at his request for three orange carrots, please), and now he had handed Luke a set of flashcards and told him to practice.
Now, sitting in his study with a book in his hands, Layton felt calm and relaxed. Luke was playing with the aforementioned flashcards on the floor, and a fire roaring on the hearth provided the only light in the room, casting a warm band of shadows across the walls. It felt snug, secure, and a bit old-fashioned, just how Layton liked things.
A tug on his sleeve drew him away from his book for a moment. He glanced down at Luke and smiled at the boy. "What is it, my boy?"
Luke smiled a toddler's smile and held up a flashcard. "Professor, what color is this?"
Layton's eyes skimmed over the proffered card in the darkened room before returning to the page of his book. "That's red, Luke."
There was a pause as Luke studied the card. Then, to Layton's shock, the boy reached up and patted the professor on the arm. "That was a good try, Professor, but it is orange."
Thus satisfied, Luke turned and toddled back to the center of the floor, a gaping Layton staring at him.
…had he just gotten (as the kids would say) schooled by a four-year-old?
PS. I swore I wasn't going to do this again, dammit. I swore it, I resisted, I fought it, and then I decided that fanfic100 really needed a Layton set to grace its hallowed halls…err, postings? Plus, my BFF kaitodoushi is doing it for Organization XIII from Kingdom Hearts, and I signed up for solidarity! So yes, I'm doing it. We'll see how long it takes, loves.
For the record? This is a BOATS fic (based on a true story), in which my little cousin completely owned my father in the fashion you see here. We still giggle about it now and then. Thanks for reading! Much love!