Well, yeah, it's not that they liked it, it's that they liked it and related to it enough to comment. That's the satisfying part. XD

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Mmm, very true.

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Is this on FF.net? What's it under? What's your name?

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All the stuff that's on here is on FF.net and Deviantart.com. On FF.net it's under "Ace Attorney Randomness" and my username is (predictably) Jenna Darknight. On DeviantArt my username is LD6.

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LD? Liscensed director? Lil' doctor? LOADED DONUT!
SIX! SIX LOADED DONUTS! AH AH AAHHH!

....man I gotta sleep more...

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Join the club, but your post made me lol so it's okay. XD It's actually an abbreviation of part of my e-mail address: linkdude06. XD

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Merry Christmas! I've decided to try my own hand at a Nick+Mia for your enjoyment.
gods save us all...

The rain pelted against Mia's window creating her own private waterfall to stare into the night through. The view from her desk wasn't the best, the Watergate Hotel blocked the city scenary, but it was still better than reading one more letter of the case file in front of her.
She jumped when she heard the latch of her office door clack open and quickly spun around to grab a thick notebook in case she needed something to hit the possible intruder over the head with. She waited anxiously, her soft brown eyes never lifting from the door as it creaked open. Once it swung the rest of the way and the light was turned on she saw Phoenix Wright standing there, the spikes of his hair drooping from the wet that was soaking through his big red scarf and pink sweater. She would have breathed a sigh of relief if she hadn't been so surprised. He'd only been working for her a week, and she certainly wasn't expecting any late night visits from him.
"Mr. Wright!" She exclaimed at about the same time he yelled,
"Ms. Fey!"
"What are you doing here?!" They asked one another at the same time and in the same tone.
"This is my office. I'm working." Mia answered simply.
"Oh." Phoenix looked down at the puddle his dripping clothes were making on the carpet. His round black eyes and slightly pouting lips reminded Mia so much of a lost puppy that she couldn't help but chuckle under her breath. Luckily Phoenix either didn't notice or was aware enough of how he looked to not be offended by it.
"Did you forget something?" Mia asked and leaned back in her swivel chair.
"Ah, well no. I won't bother you." He turned around to pick up the large dufflebag that had been sitting behind him. Now Mia was even more intrigued.
"Is something the matter, Phoenix?" She asked. He popped upright and the water on him splattered onto the doorframe.
"Um...well...I have cockroaches." He said meekly.
"You what?" The way he phrased that had left Mia a touch confused.
"My apartment. It has cockroaches." He pressed his lips together as if he were contemplating whether or not he should finish. "I'm having it fumigated, and I was supposed to stay with a friend, but he flaked out on me." He still hadn't looked Mia in the eyes yet.
"So you thought you'd sleep in my office?" Mia asked with one thin brown eyebrow lifted.
"Kind of..." He was slinging the dufflebag across his shoulder while he answered. "I'll just get a hotel room." He had started to walk away until Mia started laughing.
"You can stay here if you want, Phoenix." She got up and took his bag from him. "I sleep here all the time." And to prove that she pulled the cushions off the couch and unfolded the bed hiding in it with a creak and a clang. At first Phoenix was a little stunned, then a big goofy smile crept across his face.
"Thanks, chief!" He laughed hard enough to shake off more of the wet.
"You might want to change your clothes though. You'll get sick running around in that." She informed him in a motherly sort of way.
"Right." He took the dufflebag with him to the restroom. After a few minutes he came out ruffling out his hair with a towel and wearing a new blue suit, white shirt, and red tie. Mia was sort of surprised at how much better he looked.
"Wow." She muttered with widened eyes.
"I was going to surprise you with it tomorrow, but I didn't think you'd want me here in my pjs, so..."
"You look nice, Phoenix." Mia smiled and he smiled back.
"You can call me Nick if you want." He beamed and flopped onto the couch bed.
"Alright, Nick." She replied warmly and looked back down at her casefile. After a moment of reading she felt compelled to add "You know, if there's ever a problem you can come to me for help, right?" She looked up at him, but he'd already fallen asleep. She smiled, got up to get him the blanket she usually used on cold nights, and pulled it over his body. "It's odd" she thought to herself as she walked back to her desk. "He looks more mature asleep than he does awake."

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^.^ It's cute.

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The title is accurate. This needs to be compressed into a needle and injected. 20ccs! Stat! =/

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You can thank Ms. Darknight. She's the entire reason for that snipit of a stories existence.

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Hey, you write some really good stuff. I love those Phoenix/Mia pieces!
For some reason, I didn't see this stuff on FFnet yet, but if it's there like you said, I'll probably post reviews for the stories I liked best. Us Phoenix/Mia fans have to stick together! Hopefully I'll soon be able to make my own contribution to that category...


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Can't wait to see it! ^.^

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You are awsome in any way possible..... Grr ANGRY! Why cant i be so good.

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Hurray Mia and Phoenix on a date! Too bad they didn't include this in the game I bet the Audience would have loved it.

I've been meaning to review for a while, Jenna. I've been following your stuff and I love your stories. Keep up the excellent work! And SerenityBlue, that was very cute. I'm not a big fan of Phoenix/Mia, but I can appreciate general cuteness and excellent stories.

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I'm so sorry for double posting, but on top of saying how much I like your stuff I also have a rather weird crack request to add now and I wanted to make sure you saw it so I didn't want to simply edit my last post. Okay so Kristoph/ Dahlia has become a new favorite crack pairing for me.

Thanks so much!

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I love your's Serenity even though i hate Phoenix Maya it was just so cute.

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Uh...it was Mia + Phoenix....

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Alright, gang, I've got a post. this was a collab piece with SerenityBlue. Enjoy!

Title: Karaoke Nightmare
Rating PG-13
(Involving Phoenix, Gumshoe, Maya, Edgeworth and special guest Payne mixed with lots of drinks, a microphone and leather pants.)
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Edgeworth could still not figure out how Wright managed to talk him into coming down to a dingy little karaoke bar in a district he would never voluntarily go to on his own. Well, to be technically correct it was a combination of Wright, his assistant and the good Detective Gumshoe. However it happened though, he was currently sitting at a booth in the bar, sipping on a glass of chardonnay and watching Detective Gumshoe make a fool of himself as he murdered “Dancing With Myself”. Wright was sitting on the other side of the booth and tapping his second mug of beer absently. Maya, who Edgeworth was amazed made it into the bar, was sitting next to him visibly cringing at Gumshoe’s appalling performance.
The applause was appropriately sparse as the Detective came back and sat down at the table.
Maya was the first to say something, “That was…interesting Detective Gumshoe.”
“Thanks, pal. I might do an encore in a minute or two.” The cringes of the rest of the table flew over his head as he continued, “But they said someone else wanted to use the mic next.”
The next person to go up on stage was an older man wearing an outrageously huge neon yellow wig, a black shirt and tight leather pants. After tapping the mic, he went into a loud squeaky rendition of “Riding Dirty.”
Phoenix covered his ears, “What is that?! Is it supposed to be singing?”
Maya similarly had her ears covered, “It sounds like a cat being run over by a squeaky bicycle.”
Gumshoe seemed unaffected by the singing, “What are you two talkin’ about? His singing’s fine, pal.”
Edgeworth took his hands off his own ears, “How can you say that, detective?! It’s vocal murder!”
After the end of that song, three of the occupants of the booth looked relieved, but the torture was not finished. The wigged man didn’t just end with that song, he did three more songs (“Ironic”, “Boogie Wonderland” and “Turn To Stone”) before finally bowing out. Edgeworth, Phoenix and Maya slumped onto the table.
Maya was the first to voice everyone but gumshoe’s thoughts, “Thank God he’s done!”
Gumshoe looked at the other three, “Are you kiddin’? That was great! I’m going to go congratulate him on a good performance.”
As Gumshoe got up to shake his hand, Edgeworth ordered a scotch on the rocks, feeling that if the night was going to get progressively worse he was definitely going to need a stronger drink.
"Hey, you were great, pal!" Gumshoe congratulated the old neon man with a vigorous handshake. In fact it was so vigorous that it shook the wig off the man's head. "Prosecutor Payne!" Gumshoe yelped in surprise. Somewhat across the room, Phoenix choked on his beer.
"Mr. Payne!" Maya pressed her hands together and gave him the happiest smile she could. "You decided to join us!"
"Join you?" Payne squeaked. "Ah, yes. That's why I'm here." He laughed much too nervously. "Great little trick I pulled, eh? Yes, this old man still has a great sense of humor!"
"Good one, Mr. Payne!" Maya humored him.
"You should sit with us, pal!" Gumshoe slapped him on the back and started to lead him to their table.
"Um I don't think-" Phoenix started to protest, but just gave up when he realized there was no hope in stopping the ever friendly Gumshoe. Payne sat down with them and the scent of the sweat pouring from his body made Phoenix's beer taste a little sour.
"Come on, Nick!" Maya grabbed him by the wrist and yanked him from the table. The sudden jerk of movement made him spill his drink all over the booth. Edgeworth moved a little in his seat to avoid getting his maroon suit stained while Gumshoe ran up to the bar for some paper towels.
"Maya, I'm not really a great singer." Phoenix informed her once they were up on stage.
"You don't have to be able to sing, Nick! It's karaoke!" Maya informed him cheerily and picked a random song off the list. Maya started bouncing when 'Afternoon Delight' started to play. She sang along with it surprisingly well, blissfully unaware of the hidden meaning behind the song. Phoenix just stood on stage stiff and red as an apple.
Gumshoe cheered them on and even Payne smiled as Maya danced around Phoenix and tried her best to get him to at least start singing. Eventually he opened his mouth and the words came out softly at first.
"Started out this morning feeling so polite." Then as the beer started to settle in and Gumshoe's enthusiasm lifted his spirits he really started to sing. "I always though a fish could not be caught who wouldn't bite! But you've got some bait a waitin' and I think I might try nibbling a little afternoon delight!" Maya rang in with the chorus.
"Sky rockets in flight! Afternoon delight! Afternoon delight!"

The night rolled on and most everyone had gotten on stage several more times. Edgeworth had built a rather tall wall of shot glasses between himself at the others. He also hadn't said a single word the entire night, which was just now starting to be noticed.
"Ya know, we haven't seen Edgy sing yet." Phoenix observed with his cheek scrunched up in the palm of his hand. He was looking at Edgeworth’s distorted figure through the shot glasses. "Betcha he can't."
"Naw." Gumshoe said a bit too loudly. "Mishter Edgewith can do anythin! He's proly a great shinger! Right, pal?!" He laughed and hit Edgeworth on the arm. Which solicited little more reaction than an annoyed wince.
"Yeah! Mr. Edgeworth has a real singers voice! I bet he's great!" Maya may not have been the only one to keep her cheer that night, but she was certainly the only one to keep her sobriety. Being under age also seemed to assume she was old enough to call everyone a taxi when the night came to a close.
"You should go try it, Edgy." Phoenix prodded with a goofy smile on his face. "You can even take that pole out of your butt and use it as a mic stand!"
"Nick!" Maya snapped at him.
"Well it's true." Phoenix replied a matter of factly.
Payne had nothing to contribute to the matter since he'd passed out on the end of the table hours ago.
"It really ish lotsha fun, pal!" Gumshoe boomed into Edgeworth's ear.
"Bah, he's not gonna do it." Phoenix sat up and leaned back. "He's too chicken."
Whether it was Phoenix's hassling, the glass mountain of scotch, or the risk of Gumshoe blaring into his ear again, Edgeworth finally got up and walked towards the stage.
"Well what do ya know? The man has some b-"
"NICK!" Maya gasped in shock.
"What?" He honestly wondered.
The song "Paralyzer" started to rush from the speakers and Edgeworth magnificently belted the words. But despite the fantastic performance he was giving, everyone that knew him was sufficiently creeped out.
"Um…I'm going to call that taxi now." Maya slipped from the booth.
"I'll help!" Phoenix announced and stumbled after her.
"I'll um…I'll drag mishter Payne out to the curb!" Gumshoe actually slung the prosecutor over his shoulder and walked out with him.
Edgeworth stopped singing mid song, put the microphone away, walked calmly back to his seat, and ordered another scotch.
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reviews are love.

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For those of you who need help with the endings visual.

Here is a picture of Edgeworth.
http://gyakusai.magical-art.com/gallery/gallery.php?g2_itemId=352

And a link to the song Paralyzer.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BYGCT4AQIR0

I suggest looking at the picture while you listen to the song to help the creepiness take full effect.

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Once more, you astound me. I love placing the characters in random situations like this (Like the von Karmas playing Monopoly. That was a fun one I did.) and this one was great! And I'm really tired, so forgive me for being more ijncoherent than usual!

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Wow, I'd love to read Von Karma Monopoly. I always wondered how family time worked in that house.

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It's a part in a story I wrote full of really short stories called "Behind the Scenes/Between the Lines".
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Neat! *goes to read*

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Hahahahaha Edgeworth is drunk! And Gumshoe got even more erratic.

Another collab piece that I did with SerenityBlue. Enjoy the cracky goodness.

Title: Do Not Pass Go
Rating: PG-13 for drunken stupidity on the part of Phoenix and the Butz
Involving: Larry drags Phoenix out for sympathy drinks over his latest break up and much stupidity ensues
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"SHE DUMPED MEEE!" Larry wailed just behind the door to Phoenix's office, while said occupant of the office could only sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose. While he was grateful that Larry had come through for him on occasion, there was nothing that mitigated Larry tendency to be a drama king.
"Hi, Larry." He greeted dully when the door burst open and Larry Butz made his dramatic entrance holding a hand over his (supposedly) broken heart.
"I WAS GOING TO SPEND MY LIFE WITH HER AND SHE DUMPED ME!" Larry howled in pain.
"Uh huh." Phoenix continued to read the case file on his desk.
"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!"
"Your hot model girlfriend, who is totally into you, you just know it, moved off to Paris/Rome/Alaska/Amsterdam and you just got a john doe e-mail/phone call/text message/complimentary dime bag with a note saying that she's breaking up with you." Phoenix rattled off feeling like he’d heard this sob story a thousand times (which upon further consideration, he decided he probably had).
"You don't have to sound so cold about it, dude." Larry said sadly.
"I'm sorry, Lar." Phoenix put his hands on his paper to show he wasn't going to read anymore and looked up at his friend with a smile. "I'm being insensitive. What happened?"
"She moved to London." He looked off to the side and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Uh huh." Phoenix went back to reading.
"Hey!" Larry slammed his palms against the desk. "At least pretend like you care!"
"I care." Nick replied and looked up at his friend again. "It just gets harder every time some girl breaks up with you." He said that as gently as he could, which apparently wasn't gentle enough judging by how hurt Larry looked right then.
"NICK! How could you?!" His eyes began to water.
"Aw, come on, Larry. Don't start-" Nick was interrupted by the flood of tears. "Crying…" Phoenix hung his head in defeat and sighed.
"You owe me consolation drinks." Larry declared.
"Larry, I don't really have time to-" Phoenix protested until Larry started crying louder. "OKAY OKAY!" He yelled and held his ears. Larry immediately brightened up.
"Let's go!"
"What? Now? The sun isn't even down yet!" Phoenix objected.
"MY SORROW DOES NOT NEED THE LIGHT OF THE MOON TO DEEPEN!" Larry said with a triumphant fist in the air that slammed into his chest at the word 'deepen'. "My heart is a listless void of-"
"Okay! I'm going!" Nick yanked his blazer off the back of his chair when he got up and walked out of the office.
"Where are you going, Nick?" Maya wondered when he walked past her to the exit.
"Out for drinks, apparently." He rolled his eyes. Larry gave her a happy wave.
"But it's still day time." Maya replied.
"Yeah, I know." Nick grumbled as he went out the door.
Larry was a fairly easy person to buy drinks for, as he only drank beer. Thankfully for Nick’s wallet, beer was cheap and Larry only needed about three or four beers to get completely pissed.
Within an hour or so (and after two or three beers) Nick found himself thinking that Larry’s over emotional statements made sense.
Larry gave Phoenix a rather lopsided smile as he leaned over the table, “Ya, know what would be fun, Nicky?”
“What?”
“Why don’t we go over to Edgey’s place and shteal all his TP?”
Phoenix was slightly buzzed, but he wasn’t drunk enough to think about incurring the wrath of Edgeworth. “Larry, I don’t think that’s such a good idea…”
“C’mon don’t be sucsh a wuss, it’ll be fun!”
No matter how he argued, Phoenix still found himself at Edgeworth’s flat watching Larry drunkenly fumble with the door. Larry made a small noise of triumph and as the door swung open he pumped his fists in the air. Watching his idiot friend stumble into the flat, Phoenix devoutly hoped that Edgeworth was still at the office or something of the like.
A crash followed by a wince jerked Phoenix out of his thoughts, “Larry, you okay?”
“Yeah, fine. But I think I broke something.”
Phoenix winced as he imagined the bill being sent to his office. Why had he agreed to do this again?
“Dude, found the TP.”
“Alright, then let’s get out of her before-“
The lights flicked on to reveal a very irritated Edgeworth, “Before what, Wright?”
Phoenix only had one thought; ‘Shit’.
Several minutes away, Maya was jolted awake by the loud blaring Steel Samurai theme coming out of her cell phone. After trying to ignore it for a couple of minutes she final rolled over to her nightstand and grabbed it.
Her voice was somewhat muffled as she spoke, “Hello? Hi, Nick.” She sat bolt upright, “What?! You’re kidding right?” Pinching the bridge of her nose Maya reached out mentally as she heard Phoenix frantically trying to explain on the other line, “You’re seriously-“
Maya was cut off as her body altered shape to resemble that of her older sister, who completed her statement in shock, “JAIL?!”
A slightly sober Larry looked up from the very uncomfortable bunk as a considerably paler Phoenix was led back from making his phone call.
“Well, Dude? She’s comin’ ta pick us up, right?”
Phoenix sat down, “Yeah…but it’s not going to be pretty when she does…”
“Why do you say that?”
“You’ll see.”

A minute or so later she burst in.
"PHOENIX WRIGHT!" She screamed in all her undead fury.
As Phoenix suspected (and feared), Mia had come to their rescue. He would have preferred Franziska von Karma at this point, as at least the whip would sting less than the fury about to befall them.
"WHAT IN THE NINE HELLS IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" She thundered. It was sort of amusing to see that kind of righteous anger come from Maya's body, albeit drastically changed. It must have been some of the lingering buzz that made him laugh. "THIS IS NOT FUNNY, WRIGHT!"
"No. It isn't. I'm sorry." Phoenix put on his serious face.
"Well?" Mia's anger dimmed down to a strong annoyance towards the situation in general, which was a match to Phoenix’s current mood.
"It's his fault." Phoenix declared in a petulant tone as he pointed at Larry.
"Hey!" Larry burst out, mortally offended.
"Oh, don't think I believe that for a second." Mia huffed. "Larry has the acuity of a seven year old, you, on the other hand, should know better."
"HEY!" Larry burst out again.
"Yeah, but he's got some sort of weird contagious stupidity! Plus I was…slightly inebriated" Phoenix defended.
Mia glared at him, “You were drunk?!”
“Slightly, Larry dragged me out for sympathy drinks…I thought I explained that on the phone?”
"I'M RIGHT HERE YOU KNOW!" Larry shouted as loudly as he could. He was promptly ignored.
"You still should have known better." Mia huffed.
"Aw, are you that worried about me?" Phoenix wrapped his fingers around the bars and leaned in so that Mia could see the smile on his face.
"Don't you give me that cute puppy dog look, Nick. It stopped working years ago. You screwed up big this time." Mia glowered.
"Did you bring the bail money?" He asked.
"Yes, and you're lucky Mr. Edgeworth isn't pressing charges." Mia replied.
"Aw, Edgey wouldn't do that to us." Larry smiled. "He might not act it, but he's really a big softy."
"Yes, I'm sure his room is full of stuffed animals and little plastic tea sets." Phoenix rolled his eyes. "Why are we still standing in here again?"
"Because I'm contemplating letting you two sleep it off in here." Mia rolled her eyes as well. In fact, at that moment, they had the same “arms folded lightly annoyed” pose. It was sort of like looking into a warped transgendering mirror, and Larry found this quite funny. His laughter earned him an identical glare from both parties, which only made him laugh harder.
"Can you at least get me out?" Phoenix asked pathetically. It was his tone that made Mia consider it.
"HEY!" Larry stopped laughing long enough to be offended. "You can't leave me here by myself! What if some guy decides he wants to make me his boyfriend!"
"I really don't think there's a risk of that." Phoenix sighed.
"Has he been like this the whole day?" Mia wondered.
"Yes." Phoenix said this like he was making a plea to the gods for salvation.
"Okay, I'll go ahead and pay. You've suffered enough as it is." Mia turned and left.
"HEY!" Larry just couldn't say that loud enough. "YOU GUYS ARE MEAN!"
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That is hilarious! I love it. I can actually see that happening too. Nice work.

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Thanks, alway glad to hear positive reviews about these pieces.

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WIN!! WIN! WIN!

It was absolutely hilarious, mainly because of Larry. Maybe it's just me, but I've always found Larry the most fun to write stuff for, due to the fact that he's extreme. Anyway, once again, you astound me. In a good way. YAY JENNA!

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I kind of find Larry draining, but he certainly makes stories more fun.

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Lol, Mia to the rescue. I loved it. The only thing missing is Mia calling Larry 'Harry', Larry objecting to that + 'aren't you dead?', resulting in him getting her so annoyed that Mia decides to let him rot in the cell for a night.

Still, a great oneshot. The only thing I'm still wondering... what are Edgey's 'TP's?


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Oh that's great I love the idea of Larry trying to TP Edgeworth's flat and dragging Pheonix into it.

Hey, guys. I've got my Queue done. It's taken me a while to post it because my internet was down for a while. Anyways, here's a fic that requested by SerenityBlue, my current partner in crime regarding some of the more recent pieces. It's one of the shorter pieces in this collection, mainly because i have a hard time writing Edgeworth.

Title: Potential
Rating: PG
Pairing: Edgeworth + Kalvier, mainly Edgeworth's thoughts on Klavier. (Obvious GS4 spoilers)
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It was always an odd thing to watch a young prosecutor come in. Many of them came in full of fire and idealism only to be found fighting for a verdict in a couple of years. Edgeworth had been the opposite, however, as he had fought solely for the “guilty” verdict until an old friend had come traipsing into his life and gleefully shattered all of his assumptions. He’d then spent a great deal of time mulling over what it truly meant to be a prosecutor, before finally coming to the conclusion that prosecutors and defense attorneys had the same goal: to see that true justice was served.
Edgeworth generally paid little attention to rookies, especially now when he was making plans to move to Europe indefinitely (Franziska wouldn’t leave him alone until he did), but Klavier Gavin’s arrival had sparked such a stir that he’d been roused to curiosity. The people mainly causing said stir were the female members of the office (Edgeworth had long ago given up trying to understand them, despite the fact that many of them still attempted to ask him out on a monthly basis). Edgeworth found the man himself to be slightly disappointing however, as he was a young kid who had barely begun his career, and not all that remarkable looking, despite the amount of women in the office who mooned over him. If it weren’t for his relation to the somewhat well known defense lawyer, Kristoph Gavin (his older brother, in fact as Edgeworth found out later) Edgeworth would have paid him no mind.
It was only on closer inspection though, that Edgeworth saw the differences between Klavier and the other rookies. Klavier, to sum it up, was very laid-back and willing to deal with things as they came. Most rookies were eager and often found themselves in over their heads faster than they could turn around. Klavier’s approach was what would be expected of a veteran prosecutor. Even though he hadn’t handled a case yet, he seemed to have a good understanding of how to handle them. In a couple of years, he might be a very good prosecutor.
On the eve of his departure Edgeworth flipped through the file for an upcoming case, “State v. Arumajiki”. The prosecutor was listed as Klavier Gavin, the defense was Phoenix Wright. Edgeworth smirked to himself, Interesting…I may just have to stay in the country to see this.

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Second piece on the Queue from a regular reader on FF.net.

Title: Slow Day at the Office
Rating: PG
Pairing: Furio Tigre/ Viola
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Furio Tigre wasn’t the romantic type by any stretch of the imagination. He’d sooner be hung by the neck than behave in a way that could be construed romantically. His accident with the granddaughter of Bruno Caverdini changed things however, as Viola decided to stick around the Tender Lender after her recovery. Tigre wasn’t pleased by this turn of events, but realistically, what could he do? She was the granddaughter of THE Bruno Caverdini after all.
After a while though, the girl started to grow on him. She was surprisingly effective in dealing with clients who need a certain amount of “persuasion” and actually understood what he wanted from a situation. It was nice not to have to visit everybody who borrowed money from him to deal with them himself, as it was both time consuming and exhausting. The relationship wasn’t what she thought it was (the kid had it in her head that he was into her romantically), but it was good in a practical sense.
Tigre stomped into the office in a particularly foul mood (his mood range went from miffed to furious, so he was always in varying stages of irritation). He’d had to deal with that idiotic chef at that terrible little bistro again, which always put him in a bad mood as he hated the man and his frilly little poor excuse for a restaurant with a passion, and it was raining. Rain made it hard to see while he was driving his moped around, so that meant he would be stuck at the office possibly through the night. He stormed over to his desk, giving the punching bag hanging from the ceiling a good hit for therapeutic purposes, and sat down.
As he mentally grumbled and planned ways to kill Armstrong a quiet voice broke his chain of thoughts. “Don Tigre, you’re back.”
Tigre turned to see Viola standing in the doorway that led in to the back part of the office, “Yeah Violetta, I jus’ got back from dealin’ wid that Bistro owner…he still can’t pay.”
“Does he need…persuasion?”
“Naw, jus’ some customers. His food is worse n’ garbage so he’s got no customers. No customers means no money, and no money means no payments. I sometimes wonder what I was thinkin’, lendin’ that oaf money…”
Viola looked at him with her head canted in intrigue.
Tigre sighed and ran a hand through his spiky hair, “I gotta say though, Elg isn’t much better wid his payments…But at least I can deadline him. The other clients have all paid their loans, so we should be okay though.”
He turned and noticed with a slight start that Viola had disappeared. No matter how long she worked with him, he would never get used to her habit of walking out at random points in time, only to pop up right behind him minutes later. It was a good way to unnerve customers, but not really helpful when it came to running the Tender Lender. Just out of curiosity, Tigre watched the door until viola returned, this time with a small tray, which had two cups of espresso on it.
He actually managed a smile as he took a cup. “Thanks, Violetta, and sorry for dumpin’ all dis on yous.”
“It’s fine, Don Tigre. It’s natural to want to talk about these sort of problems and it gives me an idea of who I need to deal with next…hee…hee…hee….”
Tigre let his smile turn wolfish as he turned and looked out the window. He sourly noted that the rain had picked up considerably since he’d entered his office, and probably wouldn’t let up until some time later in the evening.
He took a sip of his espresso before turning back to Viola, “Why don’ we shut the joint down early tonight? I could use a little down time, and we’re not going to get any customers in the rain.”
“Would you be heading home then?”
“In dis weather? Naw, I’ll probably hang around da office ‘til it lets up.”
“…Do you mind if I stay as well, Don Tigre?”
Normally Tigre would have tried to gently tell her to get out of his hair, but this time he smiled. “I’d like ya to, Violetta.”
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Another request from the same reader.

Title: Unexpected
Rating: PG
Pairing: Edgeworth + Franziska, where Edgeworth buys Franziska a kitten in an attempt to get her to mellow out.
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“ You got me a WHAT?!”
The members of the Prosecutor’s office cringed at the incredulous tone that echoed down from Franziska Von Karma’s office. Generally that voice was indicative of two things, the first being that someone (generally Gumshoe) had done something stupid and was going to get a face full of whip, or Phoenix Wright had handed her yet another defeat and the next person she saw was going to get a face full of whip. Naturally, everybody who was familiar with that tone had moved down closer to the Chief Prosecutor’s office where it was relatively safe. This was unfortunate for them as nobody, save the two people in said office, was around to witness the absurd situation unfolding.
Edgeworth crossed his arms, but looked at Franziska patiently, “A kitten. Yes, I got you one. No, it’s not a joke and yes, I am perfectly sane.”
Franziska shot her adopted brother a glare. “Why? You know I don’t like pets. I can barely stand Phoenix and he’s not mine! And how am I supposed to care for a pet in my occupation?”
“I take care of Pess just fine, and I’m as busy, if not busier, than you.”
“You still haven’t answered the fundamental question, Miles. Why?”
“You’re far too violent, both in and out of court. I though having a pet might calm you down a bit.”
Franziska stared at Edgeworth for a full minute. “Who are you and what have you done with Miles?”
“I’m quite serious, Franziska. Your recent behavior has been worse than usual and it won’t be long before someone files charges against you. You need to calm down and deal with things without having to resort that whip.”
“…I’ll keep the thing for a week. After that you better be willing to take it back.”
Edgeworth simply smirked and fished out a little gray kitten from a cardboard box he’d brought in.
“I brought some things you’ll need for it, like a litter box, water dish, food, that sort of thing.”
Franziska sighed rather exasperatedly as he indicated the items sitting in the corner with a jerk of his head. “Thank you, Miles…I guess.”
Edgeworth simply deposited the kitten in her arms and walked out with a ghost of a smile on his face.
Franziska looked down at the ball of fur in her arms. The kitten had tucked her head under the crook of her arm and was currently purring contentedly.
“You know, I don’t like you. I don’t know why Miles thought a kitten would make me calm down…”
The kitten ignored her and continued to purr. Sighing, Franziska walked over to the cardboard box, fully intending to put the kitten back in the box and get back to her case file. However, the kitten had other ideas, and dug her claws into Franziska’s sleeve.
Franziska jumped back, swearing, until she realized that it was the kitten that’d done it. Realizing that the kitten probably would do the same thing again if she tried to put it down, Franziska sighed and walked over to the desk instead, thankful that the cat hadn’t settled in on her writing arm. As she sat down, the kitten jumped off her arm and settled into a corner of the desk. Satisfied that she wouldn’t be bothered for a while, Franziska started to work on her new case file, intent on beating Phoenix Wright once and for all.
Naturally after things calmed down, Gumshoe showed up. He was supposed to have brought Franziska some of the official reports regarding the case earlier, but he’d learned from experience to avoid her office for a while after she’d been yelling.
Franziska barely looked up from her paperwork. “Yes, Scruffy?”
Gumshoe had long given up trying to correct her on that, as she’d whip him in the face if he tried. Sighing, he said, “I’ve got the documents regarding the case that you wanted, Ms. Von Karma.”
“Leave them on the desk.”
As Gumshoe did as he was told, he noted the small kitten. He smiled. “Hey, you’ve got a kitten! I didn’t know you were an animal person.”
“I’m not, Miles insisted I have it.”
“Mr. Edgeworth gave it to you? Well, he got you a cute one…”
Gumshoe reached a hand out to pet the little kitten. Within the space of a second the kitten hissed and stuck some small but very sharp claws into the backside of Gumshoe’s outstretched hand. Gumshoe drew back and let off a stream of curses at the little kitten, which now resembled a gray puffball, as her fur was standing on end.
Franziska looked up, ready to chastise the good detective for his language, when she caught sight of the current situation. She had to stifle a laugh at the sight of the detective glaring at an animal that was a tenth of his size.
“You should go run some water over those cuts, Detective.”
Gumshoe looked at her, surprised. “Y-yes, sir!”
After the detectives somewhat hasty departure, Franziska looked at the little kitten chuckling. “I’m glad to see I’m not the only one who abuses the good detective. Keeping you around may be amusing after all…Ulrika. ”
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That name is actually German, meaning “Wolf Ruler”. Reviews are love, so spread the love if you feel so inclined.

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This was a request from a reviewer on DeviantArt.

Title: comfortable
Rating: PG
Pairing: Mia/Phoenix, in which Mia helps Phoenix prepare for the bar exam.
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Mia remembered her own Bar Exam experience quite well as it was one of the most fear inducing experiences she’d ever had. After receiving her badge and working at Grossberg and Co., those memories had started to fade like old photographs, but helping Phoenix study for his own bar exam brought them back to full blazing life.
After his fateful trial, Phoenix had settled himself comfortably into a corner of Mia’s life, often coming into her office after his classes were done or dragging her out to eat, as he jokingly claimed she’d forget to if he didn’t remind her. While Mia considered Phoenix a good friend, she’d been intending to avoid any association with his bar exam like it was black plague mixed in with a healthy dose of the Spanish inquisition. However, Phoenix had practically begged for her help (It probably hadn’t hurt that he’d also given her a look that smacked of a kicked puppy, one of these days she’d have to develop an immunity to his looks) so she felt obligated to help him.
Their study sessions were tinted with the scent of tea and the feeling of adrenaline. Phoenix’s voice often took on a strained tone as he talked through the more complicated terms and concepts. They were always night study sessions; as Mia was in the process of opening her own law firm and Phoenix was still finishing up some of his classes. They were often at Mia’s small, but nice, apartment; Phoenix was still in the process of moving into his (He’d finally gotten sick of living in the dorms).
There was no doubt in Mia’s mind that Phoenix would make an excellent lawyer, as he had an exceptionally sharp mind regarding law (common sense was a slightly different story, however). He just needed to have a little more confidence in his abilities. Of course, considering the harsh grading on both portions of the Bar exam, his self-doubt was fairly legitimate.
Mia sighed as she waited for her teakettle to go off. It was close to two in the morning and they’d been going over cross-examination technique since about seven. Tomorrow was the last part of the bar exam and so Phoenix had shown up at the newly christened Fey Law Offices in a panicky state (it would probably be more accurate to say he looked like he was going to pass out at any second). Even though he’d calmed down some since their first acquaintance, Phoenix still had a flair for the overdramatic when he was nervous. It had taken Mia a while to calm him down and let her finish up what she was doing before he dragged her out to help him.
A sharp whistle broke her out of her thoughts and she flicked the stove top off. She then dug around her cupboards to find her teas. Mia had never been a big fan of coffee and since Diego’s death she had pretty much sworn off the drink. When they had first started these study sessions, Phoenix refused any kind of stimulant beverage until he passed out, dead tired, onto one of his books. Mia smirked at the memory as she poured water into the mugs before dropping in the Chai tea bags.
As she walked back into her living room she noted that Phoenix wasn’t at the desk where she’d left him. Apparently at some point he’d moved onto the couch, and currently was dozing over one of his books. He’d pulled the hood of his grey sweatshirt over his head, so Mia couldn’t see his face, but she could tell he was on the verge of falling asleep due to the way his head kept tipping forward.
Setting her own mug on the desk, Mia walked over to him and handed him his mug. “You look like you need this, Nick.”
Phoenix pulled his hood back and smiled wearily as he took it from her. “Thanks, Mia.”
Mia chuckled as she sat down a little ways down the couch. “You might want to drink it before you fall asleep. You looked like you were ready to pass out on your book when I came in.”
“I guess I’m not really cut out for late night studying…I’ll be glad when tomorrow’s over.”
Mia nodded knowingly. “The test is stressful, but in the long run, I think the waiting for your results is worse.”
“I’m trying not to think about that.”
“It is a three month wait for the results, you know.”
Phoenix balanced his mug on his lap and mock covered his ears. “I’m not listening!”
Mia laughed. “You’re going to have to face it sooner or later, Nick.”
“I’ll take ‘later’ thanks very much.”
Mia watched him down his tea like a man who’d been out in the desert for three weeks. “Nick, what would you say to coming to work for me after you get your badge?”
Phoenix choked on the last of his tea. After a moment of coughing he managed to get out, “Are you serious?”
“Yes, I am. You’ve got a lot of potential, Nick and I’d like to have someone working with me that I can rely on.”
Phoenix set his book down on the carpeted floor and the mug on top of it before scooting a bit closer to Mia. “Are you really sure? I mean, you’ve barely got your firm started, so wouldn’t you want someone with a little more experience?”
Mia took one of his hands in her own, running her thumb over his knuckles. “I’m sure, Nick. While having a firm with a number of skilled attorneys would bring in more clients, I’d rather have a few clients that I can believe in. I think I can do more good with a smaller firm, where I can trust who I work with and who I’m defending, than a large firm. Besides, I’ve been unofficially mentoring you since you changed your major from art to law, so why shouldn’t you come work for me?”
Phoenix smiled. “True. Alright, I’m in.”
Mia chuckled. “Welcome to Fey and Co., Mr. Wright.”
“Glad to be here, Chief.”
Mia laughed at his response and settled against his chest. His grey sweater was worn but still soft and Mia could feel Phoenix’s body heat radiating through it. His hand was still in hers, and as she shifted to a more comfortable position, she noted that she could feel his heartbeat speed up.
“M-Mia, what are you…?”
“I’m getting comfortable.”
“I don’t…what?”
Mia turned to look up at his face. His face had colored considerably and his pale blue eyes had widened somewhat. He looked so much like he did when they’d first met, but she knew there was more to him than the bewildered college student he had been. She felt a smile touch her lips, and she stretched up to brush her lips lightly against his. Phoenix quickly responded to the kiss, wrapping one arm around her waist while the other came to cradle her head and deepen the kiss.
When they finally broke the kiss, Phoenix ran a finger down Mia’s cheek as he spoke, “What was that for?”
Mia leaned into his touch and smiled. “Nothing really. It just felt right.”
Phoenix grinned and brought his chin to rest on top of Mia’s head. She buried her head in the crook of his neck as he brought his other arm around her waist as well.
After about ten or so minutes of comfortable silence, Mia spoke, her voice slightly muffled, “So, should we get back to studying…?”
Mia could feel the chuckle as it made his throat vibrate. “No, at this point, I feel prepared for anything.”
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Last one for this queue, and this request was from Mia_Fey here on the board. It was a pain to get started but once it got momentum, the story came pretty easy.

Title: Poison
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Pairing: Kristoph Gavin/ Dahlia (obvious T&T as well as GS4 spoilers)
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Kristoph Gavin was in a foul mood as he strolled onto the Ivy University campus with all the subtlety of a storm cloud. Why one of his fellow students had called him back on campus at this hour still eluded him, but Kristoph hoped it was important (otherwise said student would find himself in an…unpleasant situation.) As he strode by the Pharmacology Department, Kristoph noted a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye. It was so quick, he wasn’t even sure that he had seen it. Curious, he walked down the path before approaching a side door to the Pharmacology Department.
The building itself was relatively dark, with only enough light to see the outlines of the shelves and equipment that littered the lab. A series of noises tore through the silence of the room like lightning across a dark sky. Following the source of the noise, Kristoph slowly made his was to a more open area of the lab, which had several rows of lab desks. A woman was mixing something at one of desks by the light of a small battery powered lantern. In the dim light the woman’s only distinguishing feature (aside from the fact that she appeared to be rather attractive) was her flame red hair.
Deciding to make his presence known, Kristoph cleared his throat. The woman’s reaction was almost immediate. Her head flew up and her eyes narrowed.
Stepping forward, Kristoph began slowly making his way over to her. “Good evening, miss. Seems a little late for a student to be here, don’t you think.”
“Wouldn’t the same apply to you?”
“Yes, but I’m just a curious passerby who happened to witness your entering this building and decided to investigate.”
“…What do you want?”
“Well, that’s not very cordial, is it? You could at least tell me your name before you start making demands, my dear.”
“Only if you give me yours first.”
“Tad touchy, are we? Very well, my name is Kristoph Gavin.”
“Dahlia Hawthorne.”
“There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Dahlia let out a derisive snort before going back to whatever she had been working on. “You never did answer my first question, Mr. Gavin. What do you want?”
“Nothing really, I was just curious.”
“I see. Well, now that you’ve sated your curiosity, shouldn’t you be getting on your merry way?”
“I should, but I’m not going to.”
“What?”
“Let’s just say…you intrigue me, Ms. Hawthorne.”
Dahlia tensed a little at this. “I’m not all that especially interesting, Mr. Gavin.”
“Oh, but I think you are. You see, nobody would be in here at this time of night unless they weren’t supposed to. I know this from experience.”
Dahlia’s voice took on an acidic tone, “Oh, really? What would someone like you be in here for? Aside from bothering other students, that is.”
“Developing poison, of course.”
Dahlia’s head jerked up at that. “What?”
Kristoph continued as if it was the most mundane thing in the world, “More effective poisons can only be obtained in a pharmacology lab such as this, and I’ve had to use these facilities for that purpose more than once.”
Dahlia just stared, her look betraying a hint of fear and anger.
Kristoph noted her look and chuckled, “Come now, ms. Hawthorne, surely you didn’t think me dense enough not to notice the ingredients you’re mixing. You’re using the facilities for the same purpose I do.”
“That puts us at a stalemate doesn’t it?”
Kristoph tapped the top of one of the bottles, “You’ve got a good base mixture here, but you might want to add something to increase potency. Hold on a second.”
Kristoph rather quickly disappeared among the darkened shelves. The clinking movement of glass bottles was heard for a moment or two before Kristoph slowly rematerialized in the patch of light created by the lamp. “This is what you’ll want to add, Ms. Hawthorne.”
Dahlia warily took it from him. “Not to sound rude, but why are you helping me?”
He graced her with a decidedly devilish grin. “Let’s just say, I have an appreciation for fine poison.”
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as always, reviews are welcomed and appreciated.

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Thank you so much for doing my request. You did an amazing job with it! All the ones you just did were great. My favorites were the one I requested and the one with Edgeworth's thoughts on Klavier. Just fantastic work all around!

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Hey Jenna, great to see that you are finally back among the living! I missed your PMs!

I can't read all of those one-shots, since I'm trying not to spoil myself for GS4, but I absolutely loved the Phoenix/Mia one. Very romantic, and the characters are just right. I have no trouble believing this is how she recruited him for Fey & Co. Keep up the good work! (I'll give in-depth comments, too, if you point out the things you want an opinion/comments on!)


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Thanks for the positive comments guys.

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