AN: Another story brought to you by the Layton anon meme. The prompt was for a crossover with Layton and Portal. And lo, there was crack. They asked for fanart, but I just couldn't get this image out of my head. I own neither Layton, nor Portal, and the last line was inspired by The Simpsons. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!

Desk from Above!

Luke knew he'd done it this time.

Oh, he hadn't been trying to do it, really he hadn't. But when the Professor had brought the odd looking gun thing home and told him that he was not to touch it, it sparked the kind of curiosity that would have inspired any child to attempt to bend the rules just a little.

He just hadn't quite counted on the gun doing, well, THAT.

And now, standing amidst the wreckage of what had moments ago been Layton's office, Luke rather wished he had obeyed. He still didn't know what the gun was or how it had done those things, or where the birds had come from, but he rather hoped the Professor would tell him now.

After he was done scolding, anyway.

Apparently satisfied with Luke's very real contrition and promises that yes, he would clean up the mess, Layton fell silent for a moment. It was then that Luke decided to venture the question that had been bothering him since the thing had come into the house. "Professor, what is that thing, anyway?"

Layton glanced at it, then sighed. "It's called a portal gun, my boy."

"A portal gun?"

"It had the rather unusual ability to shoot what are called portals. One end is orange, the other is blue," Layton explained, picking the gun in question up. "A colleague of mine at the university has been working on this for quite some time, and finally finished a working prototype. He asked me to hold onto it for him for a day or two."

"Why did he need you to watch it for him, Professor?"

"I'm not entirely sure, but he said something about a woman named Gladys or something like that," Layton said, then frowned. "I seem to recall him also mentioning something about cake and lies, but I don't quite know what that was all about."

"How does it work?"

Layton frowned. "I'm not entirely sure myself. It's rather complicated, but it has been proven possible for people to actually move through space using these portals."

"…is that how the birds got inside?"

"Yes, Luke," Layton's voice became a bit strained at that. "The portal blast that went out the window apparently managed to send a few of them in here. And the one that you managed to shoot onto the floor beneath my desk," a glance to the side made him cringe at the broken wooden heap, "sent it careening through the ceiling."

"I'm sorry, Professor," Luke said in a small voice.

"Best be getting this cleaned up, Luke. I suspect it will take some time," Layton said, tucking the gun carefully under one arm. Luke assumed that the Professor would be taking it somewhere out of the boy's reach, quite possibly up to the Professor's own room; in terms of keeping things away from Luke, that was the safest place in the house. For this, he did not blame the man at all. "And Luke, next time I tell you not to touch something, I encourage to remember this and listen."

"Yes, Professor."

"Remember, my boy," Layton said as he strolled out of the office towards the stairs, "in this household, we obey the laws of physics."