These are part of a AIM fic writing challenge I've been running with a friend for a while. We're given two characters and something that has to be involved in the plot. From there we can take it any direction we want. They range from Romance to humor and tend to have some degree of Randomness in them

Title: Inane
Author: Jenna Darknight
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor
Status: work in progress
Pairing: Edgeworth + Gumshoe in which Gumshoe's pay is docked so low he must pay to work.
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Miles Edgeworth was not a very difficult man to please when it came to investigations. He simply wanted cold hard facts, and having obtained these, could argue his way into a guilty verdict more often than not. Cold facts were what had won him his fearsome reputation in court and made him one of the most sought after prosecutors in Japan. Therefore it was hardly surprising that the bane of his life was one Detective Dick Gumshoe.
It wasn’t that the man was COMPLETELY incompetent, just that he had forgetful tendencies. He was also prone to jumping to conclusions. His assumption that the Fey girl had murdered her sister had lead to the first of many inglorious defeats that now littered Edgeworth’s until then spotless record. While Gumshoe meant well, his actions always seemed to have the opposite affect of his intent. Edgeworth’s only recourse was, of course to dock his pay, but even that didn’t seem to be enough to change the bumbling detective’s ways.
So it was that a rather bright and cheery Saturday found Edgeworth in a rather dark office poring over the latest batch of case files, thankful that all the botched cases the good detective had been involved with hadn’t deterred people from requesting his services. Unlike the office of Fey and Co., Edgeworth often found himself flooded with requests even as he lost yet another case to Wright. There were perks to notoriety, Edgeworth noted rather smugly as he closed his current case file. Yes, things were looking better than last week, with that drive by shooting case that Gumshoe had given him a faulty ballistics report for, once again allowing Wright to pull yet another victory out of his hands. Ah, but it did no good to dwell on those thoughts, and turning his mind to the current case, Edgeworth found his smug, relatively sunny disposition returning.
Naturally, it was at that moment that Detective Gumshoe decided to come plowing through the door and into his office. Edgeworth found his grin quickly dropping down into a frown of displeasure, and his tone was laced with sarcasm as he said, “Ah, Detective, nice of you to drop by.”
Dick, with all the perceptiveness of oatmeal, responded with a face cracking grin and, “Hey, pal, you’ll never believe what I turned up on the Grayson-Anders homicide!’
Edgeworth could just FEEL the headache forming behind his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose, he looked up, “Oh, and what would that be?”
Gumshoe just stood there looking like the proverbial cat that swallowed the canary and Edgeworth found his patience disappearing with the passing seconds, “Well? OUT WITH IT, MAN!”
Gumshoe jumped a bit at the tone, but quickly recovered, “The victim, Grayson, had a lighter in his pocket!”
That was it; Edgeworth stood, and glared at Gumshoe, who finally picked up on his boss’s irritation and had the good sense to quail, “How is that piece of INANE information of any use to me?! Don’t even try to answer that, as I’m sure you have no clue. How did you ever become a detective? You’re so dense it’s amazing you’ve ever been able to figure out where this office is, let alone any crime scene! All of the cases you’ve worked on have been a complete and utter mess and have made me the laughing stock of the law community for months!!! I’m docking your pay so low; you’ll have to pay to work for ME! Now get out of this office!” Gumshoe sat there, mouth agape, until Edgeworth barked out, “NOW, DETECTIVE!!!!!!”
Outside the receptionist, looked at the shell-shocked Gumshoe and said, “what was that about? I’ve never Heard Mr. Edgeworth yell like that.”
Gumshoe looked over, looking for all the world like a kicked puppy, “I don’t know…He didn’t even give me time to tell him that the victim didn’t smoke!”
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Don’t get me wrong I love Gumshoe, he’s probably one of the funniest characters in these games. It’s just I have a feeling he’d irritate Edgeworth to the point where he’d give poor oblivious Gumshoe nine shades of holy Hell. And brownie points for anyone who can catch the DC comics reference in here.

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So here's the second chapter, Guys. i'm currently writing the third one so expect it up sometime next week. This one ended up being a little fluffy, but I'm actually happier with it than the previous one. Oh, and mild spoilers for people who haven't played case one of T&T.

Title: Down Time
Rating: PG
Genre: humor/Romance
Pairing: Phoenix/Mia involving a teddy bear.
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Mia Fey often times found herself wondering how Phoenix Wright had managed to worm his way into her life. Their first acquaintance had been as Attorney and Defendant, her, the rookie eager to prove his innocence and him, the rather troublesome defendant (Mia hoped to whatever god was listening that he’d be a better attorney than a witness). After the case was won and his innocence proven, she’d figured that would be the end of it, but she couldn’t quite shake their parting.
As they walked out of the Courthouse, he’d turned to her and rather abashedly handed her his address and number saying, “In case you want to contact me…and since I know how to get in touch with you…would you mind if I asked you for help sometime?”
Mia looked at him as he’d stared at his feet, he meant well, even if he was a poor judge of character, and it wouldn’t hurt to help him out. So she’d smiled and said, “Sure, I’d be glad to help.”
And initially he’d done just that, asked her for help when he’d had problems on assignments, questioned her on her cases so he’d get a better understanding of what the real thing was like. Gradually it went from a friendly acquaintance to a strong friendship. After throwing himself into law, Mia’d been surprised to see how much Phoenix (or Nick, as she’d affectionately come to call him) had matured. He was focused and driven, yet still retained some of the compassion and sensitivity that he’d shown during his trial. His rather melodramatic tendencies were all but gone. However, every once in a while he’d do something that would cause her to question both his sanity and her own.
One of these incidents found her at a small festival in Gourd Lake Park. Mia found herself wondering how Nick had managed to pull her away from her rather large pile of case files sitting on her kitchen table, and talked her into coming to this. Oh, that was right…he’d used that voice. Over their friendship, Nick had developed a tone that sounded disappointed and hurt, and it got her every time he used it. She knew what he was doing, but couldn’t help but cave.
The man himself was standing to her right and grinning like an idiot, “Isn’t this great, Mia?”
Mia shook her head and groused, “It’d be better if you hadn’t dragged me away from those files to get me here. Why did you want to come to this thing anyway?”
Nick actually looked a little embarrassed and suddenly found the ground fascinating as he said, “I thought you’d like it. You’re always so busy with the cases Grossberg piles on you, I though you might like some down time.”
Mia looked at him, standing there and shuffling his feet as he tried to avoid her gaze. She found a slow smile spreading across her face; he really was sweet sometimes. “Alright then, if I’ve got down time I might as well enjoy it. What do you want to do, Nick?”
Nick head shot up and his grin was back, “Alright! Well, there’s the game booths over there…”
They ended up just wandering the booths, trying a few games here and there, and Mia found herself thinking it was the most fun she’d had in a long while. She couldn’t remember how it happened, but at some point her hand ended up in his.
Since she’d proven herself a good defense lawyer in Phoenix’s case, Grossberg had been steadily piling her with cases to the point where she’d been unable to kick back even if she’d wanted to. Nick had, as the load got heavier, come by more frequently to try and give her a hand and give her someone to grouse to, and he put up with her irritability quite well. He’d really been a blessing, she though idly as she watched Nick get verbally assaulted by a guy working the fried noodle stand. She had to bite back a chuckle at verbal battle’s abrupt end, when the noodle guy pulled out a very large spatula and smacked Nick hard on the head. Defeated, he wandered back over to her, rubbing the back of his head.
He looked at her rather abashedly, “Well, that didn’t go as planned…”
Mia just smiled and patted his shoulder, “It’s okay. We can grab something on the way back.” A chuckle managed to escape as she finished, “After all we can’t have you getting mauled by all the food stand workers, now can we?”
Phoenix gave her a rather offended look, but Mia just laughed and slipped her hand into his. She watched as a blush crept onto his face and he hastily started off.
After another hour or so of just wandering together Mia sighed, “It’s starting to get late, we should probably think about heading back into town.”
Phoenix looked disappointed for a moment before he saw a certain booth. “Alright, but there’s something I want to do first. I’ll meet you buy the car?”
“Sure, but-“ She didn’t get a chance to finish as he quickly headed off out of sight. She sighed as she watched him go, biting back an unfamiliar sense of disappointment. Surely it was just because the night was ended, not because Nick had left, wasn’t it? She found herself questioning that as she headed out to her car. Nick didn’t like driving and had never had anything beyond his trainers permit, so he generally carpooled with her or took a taxi. A few minutes after she’d finally located her car (she refused to admit it but she had a tendency to forget where she parked) Nick ran up panting and holding something behind his back.
Mia found herself laughing again as she said, “Nick, you didn’t have to run back to the car, it’s not like I was going to leave you here.”
Nick had finally caught his breath and simply grinned before saying, “I know that, but I wanted to give you this before we left.”
He held out a small teddy bear that he’d been hiding behind his back. He looked a little uncomfortable, “I saw one of the game booths had it and I thought, you might like a souvenir, you know? I mean, you don’t have to take it if you don’t want it…”
Mia smiled as she took it from him, and she wasn’t sure if it was the gift or just the fact that he CARED that made her hook his head down and kiss him. He made a surprised sound when their lips touched, but he quickly reciprocated. It was a short but intense kiss that found them both out of breath and tangled up in each other.
Mia ran her fingers through Nick’s thick hair and idly wondered how much hair gel he used in it before speaking, “Thanks Nick.”
He blushed but pulled her closer, “For the gift or for tonight?”
Mia pulled his head down closer before whispering “Both.” And pulling him into another kiss.
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(AN: Yeah, in case you were wondering I do support this pairing (dodges flying fruit from Phoenix/Edgeworth fans and Maya/Nick fans), There were a lot of overtones for it in the first game, and I think, if events had gone differently, they would have ended up together. Oh, and if I ever do anything else involving a fair/festival expect a reutrn of the fried noodle guy.

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Yay Mia/Nick.
Of course, I support most everything...
I think that these are really, really good. I like the Mia/Phoenix one quite a lot, and anything with Gumshoe is good.

I'd love to see more.

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I'm working on a third challenge...so it should be up in the next week or so. i'm glad you enjoyed these tho!

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As I believe I've mentioned before on that poisonous beehive they call fanfiction.net, I like your work. Crack-fics tend to make me smile, and cheesy romance tends to make me feel all nice and warm inside. I should consider joining these author circles and trying a bit of randomness someday...

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Yeah, we have talked on the black hole that is FF.net, after I commented on "The Golden Gavel", I think. I'm pleased you like it, since I happen to be a rather big fan of the aformentioned piece. If you ever do join the rather odd little group of crackfic writers, just have fun with the piece. That's the important thing I've discovered. XD

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Alright, the third installment is done, but I should note that it is shorter than the last two and i'm not as happy with it, so it may have some editing done on it in the near future.

Title: Lesser of Two Evils
Rating: PG
Pairing: EdgeworthxGumshoe+Franziska involving a spoon and a frying pan.
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While it was true different prosecutors reacted differently to the same situation, Gumshoe had discovered the hard way that Franziska Von Karma did not handle waiting well, as those who did not arrive at her office at the time specified had their faces acquainted with her whip. Having suffered the wrath of that infernal piece of leather several times himself, Gumshoe made a point of arriving at her office early, so that he could make it through his day with relatively few new welts (as NO welts was an uncommon occurrence when the young Von Karma was involved).
Today, however, Gumshoe found his feet dragging as he made his way down the oaken hallways of the prosecutors office. If the yelling coming from the 18 year-old prodigy’s office was any indication, anyone who walked into the office right now would be promptly beaten into hamburger. Gumshoe, being rather fond of his face in non-ground beef form, was tempted to go sit out Franziska’s temper tantrum in the break room. However, the instructions from the Chief of Detectives was quite explicit, as though aware of his scruffy officer’s aversion to the lady prosecutor’s office, in stating the report needed to be delivered immediately. And Gumshoe, for whatever else he was, did follow orders (except for the time He helped Phoenix break into Chief Gant’s office, but Gumshoe liked to pretend that didn’t happen).
The yelling became more articulate at Gumshoe warily approached Franziska’s office. The voices belonged to Edgeworth and Franziska and, judging by the amount of fools being uttered but the latter, the argument was not going well. As Gumshoe finally reached the doorframe, the arguing died down, heartened by the lull; he put his hand on the door handle. Naturally, the argument escalated as he did so.
“I don’t see how you can foolishly believe that this foolishly foolish statement will mean anything little brother.”
Edgeworth’s retort held an edge that indicated he was reaching the end of his patience, “Look Franziska, I don’t see how it’s any of you business. I said I’m taken and that should be the end of it.”
Gumshoe slowly pushed the door in as Franziska retorted, “Fool, I know you are not seeing any woman at this time, so why continue with this charade.”
Edgeworth pinched the bridge of his nose, “Look, I didn’t say-“
He stopped as he saw Gumshoe meekly peek into the room. “Sorry to interrupt, Ms. Von Karma, but I have a document from the Chief of Detectives for you.”
Edgeworth felt a smug smile turn the corners of his lips, and he gave Gumshoe a ‘play along or I will dock your pay again’ look. “Detective you were just in time. I guess our secret's out.”
Now, gumshoe was dense, but not dense enough to ignore the signs, however he was unsure as to what Edgeworth was getting at, so he simply managed a weak, “Y-yeah?”
Knowing this was he only opportunity he’d have to get out of Franziska’s clutches for a while, Edgeworth performed the act of a man choosing between the lesser of two evils. He walked up and kissed a very stunned and confused Gumshoe. Franziska’s reaction was what was to be expected, although she used a plate and a spoon on her desk instead of her whip. Needless to say Gumshoe avoided the Prosecutor’s office for a couple weeks, and was greeted on his next visit with a frying pan to the head courtesy of Franziska (that last part of the incident made Edgeworth almost sorry he hid her whip. Almost).
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please enjoy and comment

Last edited by Jenna_Darknight on Sat Nov 17, 2007 6:53 am, edited 2 times in total.

It was interesting, to say the least. I quite enjoyed it, actually.

Must have moooore...

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more's on the way. My schedule just cleared up so i'll be posting more regularly. gimme a day or so and there'll be another piece.

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Alright, this must be a record for me, two installments in one week. This one was rather fun to write, as it was entirely character. I'm a character writer and you see that in a majority of my work, but this is just two characters interacting for 90% of the piece. Enjoy!

Title: Pal
Rating: PG
Pairing: Gumshoe + Will Powers, involving a lost kitten.
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Will Powers had discovered early on in life that he would never be considered handsome. Most people considered his face somewhat frightening, so he’d hoped by taking up acting he could alleviate that misconception, as he really was a nice guy. Unfortunately this often found him cast as villains for a majority of his college and early professional carrier. The “Steel Samurai” had change that though, and Will had been thrilled to play a hero. He’d thoroughly enjoyed the job, despite all the minor injuries he’d suffered in run-throughs and the generally discomfort of spending a majority of his day in a rubber suit that made him far too sweaty.
After his murder trial and acquittal, Will had found himself out of a job. He got to come on set one more time and play the hero for all the kids who had come to love the show. Then, with a heavy heart he’d had to hang up that rubber suit that had been a blessing and an irritant and walk out of Global Studios. Outside the employee area it was raining heavily, almost a reflection of his mood.
As he’d driven away from the studio in his Jetta, Will noticed the detective who’d been in charge of his case walking through the rain without and umbrella and holding something under his jacket.
Figuring it wouldn’t hurt to be nice to the guy, Will pulled up a little way ahead of him and called out. “Hey, need a ride?”
The response was a somewhat muffled, “Thanks, Pal!”
The detective came up to the car and climbed in, “I thought I was going to drown on my way back to the precinct…. wait, weren’t you the actor accused of killing Jack Hammer?”
Will sighed, “Yeah, Will Powers, and you are…?”
The detective grinned, “Oh, yeah, Detective Dick Gumshoe at your service. Thanks again for the ride, pal.”
Will smiled, “No problem, just doing my good deed of the day. So, where to, Detective?”
Gumshoe fiddled with his trench coat for a minute before saying, “The Precinct would be great, pal.”
Will nodded and pulled back out onto the street. After a couple minutes in awkward silence, Will finally asked, “I hope you don’t mind my asking, but what’s in your jacket?”
Gumshoe looked a bit ashamed and pulled out a little kitten with turtle-shell fur, “I found this little guy out behind a crime scene. It looks like he was abandoned out there. I was going to take him home with me, but I can’t let him into the precinct. The Chief’ll eat my badge for breakfast; he hates cats.”
Will looked at the little guy when he stopped at a red light; it was a small scrawny little kitten, obviously starved and the runt of the litter. The little guy’s pitiful little bedraggled appearance reminded Will of his own wild appearance, and before he could think about it, he said, “I’ll take him. I live alone so it shouldn’t be a problem.”
Gumshoe looked over at Will, ”Really? That’d be great, pal! I’d really like to see this little guy get a home.”
Will pulled up along the curb of the Precinct, “Here you are Detective, and just leave the kitten with me, I’ll take good care of him.”
Gumshoe grinned, but then his shifted slightly and he looked embarrassed.
Will looked at him curiously, “What is it?”
Gumshoe looked out the window, “It’s –nah, its nothing really.”
Will shook his head, “Then why don’t you just say it?”
Gumshoe grinned, “Well, can I visit him sometimes?”
Will blinked, then smiled, “Sure. Here let me give you my home address…” He scribbled his address down on a piece of scrap paper he had sitting on the dashboard.
Gumshoe shoved it into his pocket and climbed out of the car. Will watched as he waved jovially before heading into the Precinct.
Will looked down at the cat, “Well it’s just you and me…what should I call you…?”
A few weeks later, Gumshoe swung by Global Studios. Will had been working on the “Pink Princess” pretty much nonstop, so Gumshoe figured this would be his only chance to see that little kitten. After avoiding the crazy security lady by sneaking around her as she rambled about irresponsibility in the police force, Gumshoe headed for the employee area. As he walked up to Will’s room, the door sung open revealing the man himself.
Will blinked and smiled, “Hey, Detective, here to see the little guy?”
Gumshoe grinned, “Yeah, how is he?”
Will went back inside briefly before coming out with the little kitten, which was looking considerably healthier than that rainy day. “He’s doing good. And I finally named him too.”
Gumshoe took the kitten in his arms and looked at Powers, “Really, pal? What’s his name?”
Will grinned, “Pal.”
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Reviews=love.

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Last edited by Jenna_Darknight on Sat Nov 17, 2007 6:54 am, edited 1 time in total.

Absurd levels of cuteness are always good. Always. Seriously I like it, and you do a good job of portraying the characters. Good job.

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Thank you . i should have another piece up in a day or so.

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This is the fifth installment of my crackfic challenge collection. this piece was a royal pain the arse to write, because I had no idea how to write Tigre's accent (which I ended up not writing in the accent and had him talk normally), or how to have him interact with Phoenix. it's definitely not as good as some of the others up here, but I figured I'd post this idiot brainchild of mine for you to praise or criticize as you see fit.


Title: Negatives
Rating: PG

Phoenix vs. Furio Tigre involving ice cream
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Phoenix had never been fond of the detention center, as it always seemed to result in his taking an unlikely case that had him fighting tooth and nail for a “Not Guilty” verdict. Today, however, was different. Earlier that morning he had received a call from the detention center. It had been a less than dignified moment for Phoenix as he had jumped and fallen out of bed at the blaring “Steel Samurai” ringtone (Maya threatened to curse him if he changed it, and he wasn’t quite sure if she could do that or not, so he figured he’d let it slide until he could ask Mia about it the next time she was channeled.) and had stumbled around his apartment (stubbing his toe on his coffee table, falling over several pairs of shoes and a dirty plate resulting in a score of Apartment-4, Phoenix Wright-0) trying to find it.
The call had been odd to say the least, as the man on the other end of the line had stated Furio Tigre, the loan shark, had requested to speak to him. Phoenix was edgy about meeting anyone he’d managed to indict during trials, but Tigre was a special case. He not only eerily reminded Phoenix of himself, but Tigre had pretended to be him prior to his last case. So Phoenix found himself questioning his sanity as he sat in the uncomfortable folding hair provided for visitors and the guards went back to get Tigre.
As the small-time loan shark was led into the room, Phoenix observed his appearance. While he looked pissed as hell and somewhat tired, he hadn’t changed all that much from the way he’d looked at the State vs. Byrde appeal four days ago. He was still wearing his gaudy Dragon-fighting-a-tiger shirt and, aside from the handcuffs, seemed to be little worse for the wear.
Tigre growled at Phoenix, making the other man lean back a bit further, before sitting down and grinning in a decidedly wolfish fashion.
Phoenix cleared his throat and said in a manner that hid his discomfort, “I understand you wanted to meet with me Mr. Tigre. I’m going to tell you there’s very little chance I’d consider taking your case if that’s what you wanted to talk about.”
Tigre stared for a moment, and then laughed uproariously, confusing his counterpart, “Hire YOU?! You’re joking right? After what you’ve done, you’re lucky you’re behind bullet proof glass!”
Phoenix scooted his cheap folding chair back a bit more, “Then why did you want to talk to me?”
Tigre leaned closer to the glass, and spoke in a confidential tone, “I wanted to see if you’d come, honestly. I was told that in court the resemblance between us was uncanny, but now I see you’re nothing like me. You’re far too nice. You sit there and act as though you’re all high and mighty but really, when it comes down to it, you’re weaker than me. Admit it and I’m done here.”
Phoenix’s face had gotten progressively colder as Tigre had continued and his tone was frosty as he stood, “Tigre, you’re right about one thing, I’m nothing like you. I’m STRONGER.”
Tigre yelled after Phoenix as the latter strode out of the visitor’s room confidently. As he walked down the steps of the detention center, his phone went off again.
He picked it up and smiled, “Hey, Maya. No, I’m not doing anything right now. Sure I can meet you for ice cream….”
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comments are welcomed and appreciated

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Yet another challenge. This is the first non-pairing oriented challenge I've recieved and it wa a blast to write.

Title: Day in the Life of Damon Gant
Rating: PG
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Damon Gant had a fairly regimented morning routine. He woke up at 5:00 A.M., showered, dressed, ate breakfast, and was in the precinct by 7:00 A.M. on the dot. Living alone in his austere apartment had allowed him to maintain this regime since he had joined the police force. The previous Chief of police had been an early riser too, so he’d never had any problem getting in to work.
Gant had to force down a sigh of resignation as he walked through the Detective’s department. The office was all but in shambles, with papers askew and everywhere, desk chairs at random places throughout the room and that blasted Blue Badger of the Chief of Detective’s sitting in the middle of the room. Yesterday had been a trial run for the Chief’s creation (although Gant knew for a fact that the scruffy Dick Gumshoe had actually put the blasted thing together. The fact that he could make something that worked still astounded Gant.), but it had broken down and been brought into the detectives department instead of the logical place, the evidence room.
Deciding he’d have to have a “chat” with the good Chief of Detectives (translated: give him nine shades of holy hell.), Gant made his way up to his office. After unlocking his door he headed straight for his beloved organ (what the taxpayers didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them). Cracking his knuckles, Gant started into a rather enthusiastic rendition of “Moonlight Sonata”. He sometimes used the organ as punishment, but it really was there as a way for him to think through problems. He’d learned piano at a young age, and music always seemed to be conducive to though for him. He’d solved quite a few cases sitting at this organ, and after he’d finished the piece he patted the varnished wood fondly before walking over to his desk.
After spending most of the morning dealing with paperwork (and reading the Chief of Detectives the riot act for a good half hour), Gant headed out to meet his good friend “Udgy” for lunch. It was a fairly short lunch, as “Udgy” had to go preside over the trial of that celebrity from that kids show (Gant made a point of staying out of celebrity cases, and as such wasn’t familiar with the details).
On the way back up to his office Gant ran into Detective Gumshoe, who was in the process of hauling the broken Blue Badger back to the evidence room (where Gant devoutly hoped it would remain and subsequently be forgotten). The Detective had cheerily greeted his superior before continuing on his merry way. Gant shook his head as he watched him go, before heading up to his office.
As Gant moved to sit down at his desk, he noticed the message light on his phone flashing.
Hitting it, a somewhat fuzzy voice came on over the speaker, “Damon, its Lana…Call me back.”
Gant, had the phone in his hand as soon as he recognized the voice, but didn’t make the cal until the message had finished. “Lana, I got your message. What did you need to talk about?”
Lana’s voice on the other end sounded worn down and tired, “Damon…how badly do you need the conviction on the Harrison case? The prosecutor set to deal with the case is Prosecutor Payne, and you know how his cases have been since two years ago…”
Gant sighed, “Lana, we need that conviction, otherwise we’ll end up dealing with a lot of public scrutiny for the rest of the investigation. I would suggest putting Von Karma on it, as I understand Edgeworth is already involved in a case.”
“But if we’re convicting the wrong man-“
“Lana, you do know what I can do to Ema…please keep that in mind.”
There was silence on the other end for a beat then, “fine, I’ll inform Von Karma that he’s in charge of prosecution.”
As Lana hung up, Gant smiled to himself and slouched back in his chair aa he smugly thought, It’s good to be Chief of Police.
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I love it. I LOVE IT. You should win an award.

I hereby grant this thread the Official Seal of Awesomeness.

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Thank you! I'm flattered, and pleased you like it.

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You're stuff is great. Keep it up!

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Thanks. there's more on the way, so be on the look out.

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On the topic of the fried noodle guy...

Well, that was, in my opinion, the escence of crackfiction. Nice.

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Thanks, he's pretty much the spawn of my writing at four in the morning, and he's somehow managed to work his way into any fanfic involving a fair or festival.

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Another Crackfic, but instead of coming from my friend, the suggestion for this one came from a reviewer on Fanfiction.net, so I suppose it not part of this challenge, but it's still crackfiction, so it's close enough.

Title: Borrowed Time
Rating: Pg-13 to be safe
Pairing: Phoenix/Mia post-mortem, with Mia being channeled by Maya.
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Something always seemed to be missing from the office after Mia’s death. Even after the shock and sorrow over her passing had somewhat dissipated over time, there was still a sense, at least to Phoenix, of a profound absence, a wrong chord in the melody of the workday activities of Wright & Co. Law Offices. Even in the middle of a case, Phoenix would feel as though he misplaced something valuable, but couldn’t place what. It was never really clear, but then Phoenix had never been particularly good with his emotions.
Two months after Mia’s death Phoenix found himself working on his latest case at four in the morning at the office. Maya had been over helping him, but had eventually fallen asleep on the couch, with various papers and notes scattered around her. Phoenix stood up and walked over to the window, staring at the Gatewater hotel as he let his mind run over the case. These late nights had become a common occurrence since the State vs. Fey case, and Phoenix often found himself wondering if Mia had dealt with the kind of stress that he had the day before the first trail day. She’d always seemed so in control of herself that Phoenix doubted it. Shaking his head to gather his thoughts, Phoenix turned back towards the pile of papers and evidence that had accumulated on his desk over the course of the day’s investigation. His notes had, as the night had gone on, gotten sloppier and he doubted he’d be able to read them come the trial.
The rustle of papers pulled Phoenix out of his thoughts and he turned to see Mia, channeled through Maya, watching him.
Phoenix found a smile forming on his lips, “Hi, Mia.”
Mia didn’t respond at first, instead taking in the amount of papers in disarray, and a trace of a laugh was in her voice as she spoke, “Hello Phoenix, burning the candle at both ends, I see.”
Phoenix blushed slightly, “I tend to not get any sleep the night before the first trial day, so I figured I could be somewhat productive…”
Mia stood and walked towards him, the pale yellow light coming from the hotel draping her borrowed form, “Most of the things I put together during my late night sessions were rarely any help I the trial itself.” She stepped closer and her tone softened, “You look tired, Nick. Even lawyers have their limits and while I know you’re trying to do your best by your client, you do need to take care of yourself too.”
Phoenix wasn’t quite sure if it was his exhaustion that broke down his resolve or if it was something more, but every logical argument that had forbade him from acting on his emotions since he’d met Mia two years ago crumbled. In a swift motion Phoenix brought his head down and captured Mia’s lips in a chaste kiss. Mia stiffened briefly, but relaxed into and deepened the kiss, forgetting for the moment that she was in a borrowed body and on borrowed time.
Phoenix finally broke the kiss and leaned his forehead on hers as the magnitude of his actions settled on his shoulders. His voice was rough as he spoke, “Mia…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have presumed…especially not the way things are now.”
Mia leaned in closer, “Don’t be sorry. I just wish the circumstances were different. We can’t pursue this any further, “
Phoenix choked back the lump forming in his throat, “I know, but the doesn’t change the fact that I love you, Mia. It took me long enough to realize it.”
Mia brought her hand up to his cheek and murmured, “...Just for tonight.
Phoenix looked up, “What?”
Mia smiled at him, “just for tonight let’s live a little on my borrowed time.”
A small smile graced her lips as she brought his head down for another kiss.
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Last edited by Jenna_Darknight on Sat Nov 17, 2007 2:48 pm, edited 1 time in total.

Awwww...... Why did Mia have to die...

Now that I see what could have been, I'm sad about Mia's death.

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I know, but Capcom felt Phoenix had too many allies, so they offed Mia. It makes me sad...

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This was another request from a reviewer on FF.net. It's very short and very light for a couple of reasons, i'm not crazy about Mia/Godot (even though it is canon) or Godot in general. However, ask an ye shall receive, so I tried my damndest to do a good job on it.

Title: Caffiene'll Kill Ya!
Rating: PG
Pairing: Godot/Mia (channeled) involving paint.
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Godot considered the first day after he’d awoken from his coma as the worst day of his life. He not only found out he was blind, but he’d been informed that Mia Fey, his colleague and (briefly) his girlfriend had been murdered two years back. However, he’d found an easy scapegoat in Phoenix Wright, her protégé and the man currently running the firm she’d started. Mr. Wright was a convenient target to take all his self-loathing out on and, as such, he had cast aside the name of Diego Armando, defense attorney, and become Godot, the prosecutor.
One wrench in the system he hadn’t been expecting when it came to dealing with Mr. Wright was Mia. While yes, she was dead, her sister and cousin (Godot found out the relationship after spending a day or so investigating the Wright & Co. Law Offices) seemed to be able to channel her. With his white hair and the neural visor covering half of his face, he doubted she’d recognize him, however, which was both a blessing and a curse.
After receiving another beating from Wright (Godot was never sure if it was because he didn’t have much experience prosecuting or Mia’s intervention that perpetuated Wright’s winning streak), he strode into the small private office he’d started renting shortly after he awoke from his coma. The first thing different he noticed was the smell, as the room had the strong odor of wet acrylic paint. Carefully walking over to his desk, Godot picked up a small note that was written in bold flowing print.
Diego~
I do know it’s you who’s been prosecuting against Phoenix recently; the visor didn’t fool me. Chances are though, that you haven’t recognized me. I had Phoenix do some research to find where your office was and thought to do you a favor by painting it.
Mia
Godot smiled for a minute before walking over to the light switch and clicking it on. Looking around he realized that while the walls weren’t the drab brown they’d been before; he couldn’t really tell what they were.
“Damn, she painted them red.” Godot shook his head before he noticed a postscript on the note.
P.S. ~While I was here I took your coffee. If you won’t voluntarily cut back, I’ll make you.
The neighbors would later complain about the screaming.
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Please let me know what you think.

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Hrm.Hrm.

I enjoyed it. It was humorous, and fun.
I've enjoyed everything.

Now, what are your thoughts on GS4 pairings? Have you spoiled yourself, or are you preventing yourself from seeing them, or what? I just like a load of the characters in GS4, and I like your writing style, so I wouldn't mind seeing one of them written about.

Ack. My grammar engine broke.

Anyway, keep writing. I love your stories.

And do more Phoenix/Mia! The world needs more Phoenix/Mia!

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I know the basics of most of the GS4 characters and I certainly wouldn't mind doing a piece on them.

As for more Mia/Nick, after I finish a couple of requests I'll do some more, promise.

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Alright, this is a request piece from MoogleGunner, who PMed me here on Court-Records. If anybody has anymore requests, they can post them here on this topic or PM me. I'll try to be timely on my requests, but i also recieve them from FF.net, so bear with me if I don't finish it in a week or so.

Title: Overenthusiasm
Rating: PG
Pairing: Gumshoe/Maggey
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Gumshoe always made a point in keeping a friendly relationship between himself and the officers under him. It not only helped in terms of investigations, but Gumshoe genuinely was interested in helping his fellow officers when they needed it. He claimed that he modeled his relationship with the lower ranked officers after the Police Department’s relationship with the Prosecutors’ Office.
Gumshoe was all but sprinting through the halls of the Police department, as Franziska was demanding a certain piece of evidence (and if she didn’t get it, there would be pay cuts and new welts). As he caught his breath outside the evidence room, he noticed Officer Byrde approaching him. This was fairly normal, as she’d been on break, but what caught Gumshoe’s attention was a very long, narrow bruise on her face.
His interest piqued gumshoe called out, “Officer Byrde!”
Maggey looked over and walked over to where Gumshoe was leaning up against the wall. She gave him her usual enthusiastic salute, and winced, “Detective Gumshoe, sir! How are you?”
Gumshoe smiled, “I’m fine, pal. I actually wanted to ask about you.”
Maggey looked confused, “Me, sir? Why?”
“Well, you’ve got a nasty bruise on you head, pal. You mind telling me where you got it?”
Maggie looked rather embarrassed, “Well, sir, yesterday I was out on patrol and I saw Chief Prosecutor Skye. She waved at me and so I thought I should salute, as she is Chief Prosecutor, and, well…I kinda, saluted too hard and gave myself a bruise.”
Most people would have laughed outright at such a story, but Gumshoe had supervised Officer Mike Meekins a couple of times and he know the results of overenthusiastic salutes all too well (considering the man in question actually gave himself a minor concussion from a salute once).
Gumshoe straightened up and said, “Why don’t you take the rest of the day off and give that some time to heal? There aren’t any big investigations today, and the best thing you can do for that is put some ice on it.” As he saw Maggey’s hand go up to perform her habitual salute he quickly said, Oh, and don’t salute anyone on the way out, it’ll probably make that worse.”
Maggey rather abashedly lowered her hand, but brightened and kissed Gumshoe lightly on the cheek, “Thank you, sir! I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Gumshoe waved after her, grinning stupidly. Even Franziska’s “punishment” (read: abuse via whip) for not being timely with the evidence couldn’t wipe it off.
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Awww~ Gumshoe.

*cough*

Anyway. I like it, thank you, seriously it's really good (And increases the number of Gumshoe/Maggey fics in existence by 150%) and captures both of them really well... much like the rest of your works, but I particularly enjoyed this one. Thanks again.

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No problem, it was a kick to write, and I'm glad you like it. If you ever have any more requests drop me a line, I'm happy to do 'em.

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I've managed to crank out another one. This was a request placed on FF.net, and there's a bit more implied, simply because considering it's and , i could get away with a bit more without seeming too out of character.

Title: Chain of Command
Rating: PG-13 for implications
Pairing: Gant/Von Karma
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Manfred Von Karma was never very fond of Damon Gant. He would admit that the man was very good at what he did, and they worked well professionally, however, personally, Von Karma would have like to stab the man in the neck with a steak knife. He didn’t like Gant’s work ethic or his habit of “looking out for Numero Uno”, as he put it. There was very little that would make von Karma think Gant was anything but a self-centered egoist, or make him tolerate the man.
If asked Gant would say the same thing about Von Karma. He found the elder prosecutor to be stuffy, unforgiving and a bit of a pompous ass. His constant pontificating on the pursuit of perfection bored Gant to tears, and Gant actually pitied Edgeworth for having to grow up around the man. He respected Von Karma’s skill as a prosecutor, but other than that found his extremely unpleasant.
Naturally, finding out that Von Karma was heading to the precinct to talk to him made Gant visibly irritated. He’d been informed via a call from Lana (who was understandably relieved that she was at the Prosecutor’s Office and nowhere near the potential ground zero) that the prosecutor was already on his way and had a matter of some importance to discuss. Grumbling to himself, Gant sat down at his organ and began playing. He kept playing until a walking stick collided with the back of his head and knocked him off of the bench.
Gant sat up rubbing his head, “What the Hell, was that for Von Karma?! I wasn’t even doing anything.”
“Exactly. You were supposed to be meeting with me. Your officers have been supplying insufficient evidence for the Mansfield case, and I demand to know why.”
Gant glared at the other man, but pulled his injured dignity around him like a cloak and stood up, “Well, You could have tapped me on the shoulder like a regular person, you know.”
Von Karma tapped his foot impatiently, “I did call your name; several times, in fact. It’s not my fault that your infernal instrument drowns out all sound in your vicinity. But you’ve failed to answer my question; why did your officers not find sufficient evidence?”
Gant leaned against the organ and scratched his ear, “Well, if they didn’t find it that means it’s not there, Manny.”
Von Karma glared at Gant, “Damon, for the last time, my name is not Manny. And I was told there was more evidence than what has been turned over to me; I demand to see it.”
Gant grinned, glad to be ruffling von Karma’s feathers, “Maybe there is and maybe there isn’t. We gave you everything pertinent to the case, and that should be enough for you.”
Von Karma ground out, “You do not have the right to determine what is pertinent to MY perfect case, Damon. Don’t ever mistake that in my cases, I am the one controlling things.”
Gant moved a bit closer, enjoying beating Von Karma around. However, he did not expect to have his legs swept out from underneath him by Von Karma’s walking stick. He fell backwards and landed with his shoulders and head pressed up against the keys of the organ, sending out a cacophony of notes. Von Karma leaned over Gant and placed his hands on either side of Gant’s head, adding to the discordant tones emanating from the Organ.
Von Karma brought his head lower, “You know, Gant, you should really learn who is in charge in this…relationship.”
Nobody else in the building was quite sure what happened in that meeting, except that there were long dissonant chords from the organ for about an hour and a half. Also Chief Gant would always stutter and change the subject when asked about it.
Von Karma, however, would grin and say, “I just set up the chain of command.”
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reviews welcomed and appreciated

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Once again, I thouroughly enjoyed reading it. I love your writing style above everything else, and your characterization is excellent.

I have a request. Since the topic title is "Crackfiction", I'd like to request a fic about my very favorite pairing: Kirihito and Viola! It could take place maybe a year before GS4, or whatever. It doesn't matter. I just want to see a fanfic with them.

Is this too much to ask?

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Alright! I'm on it. I'm working on another Mia/Nick but it's almost done, so I should have your Kirihito/Viola done sometime soon.

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I have come with another Phoenix/Mia chapter! Again a request. Enjoy!

Title: Semantics
Rating: PG-13 for mild cursing
Pairing: Mia/Phoenix involving the dinner mentioned in 1-1
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When Mia had said they should have a celebratory dinner, Phoenix hadn’t thought much of it. The thrill of a “not guilty” verdict had completely blocked out the implications of such a statement. He had come out of the courtroom repressing the thrill of success until the guards had shut the door of the Defense Lobby, after which he promptly swept Mia off her feet into a rough bear hug and spun her around, grinning like a maniac.
Mia had laughed at his enthusiasm and after he had stopped spinning her around (but hadn’t let her out the bear hug) had simply said, “Congratulations, Phoenix!”
Phoenix grinned at her, “Thanks Chief, I couldn’t have done it without you!”
It slowly dawned on him that he was holding his boss in a somewhat suggestive manner, and he blushed furiously as he gently set her down. Phoenix had started to stammer an apology when, Larry (for once in his life Phoenix thanked god he was loud and overdramatic) burst into the Lobby talking about how his life was over. Somewhere in the midst of trying to calm Larry down (as he’d had another fit of depression leaving the courthouse) Phoenix would later remember that Mia had said they should go out for dinner to celebrate later that night.
Of course it didn’t click in his head that DINNER= DATE until there was an hour or so before they were done for the day. So Phoenix found himself in a panicky state somewhere between bed-wetting and a near death experience as the clock slowly marched towards the end of the office day. He’d avoided dating after the Dahlia Hawthorne debacle and had thrown himself entirely into his education and, more recently, his job. Really, the only interaction with a woman he’d had in those two years was with Mia, and Phoenix often found his thoughts running in directions they most likely shouldn’t, considering Mia was his boss.
After trying to occupy himself by wearing a track into the floor of the office, Phoenix finally decided to try and look at the positive. Sure, this was a date, but he didn’t need to get so worked up about it. If Mia enjoyed the evening, then he’d be happy.
As the evening light pored into the offices of Fey & Co., Mia stepped out into the reception area, and locked the door to her office. Phoenix watched her form, cloaked in the tones of the sunset, in admiration before remembering she was his boss, and mentally berating himself. He didn’t notice Mia’s approach until the warmth of her hand on his shoulder pulled him out of his mental tirade. He looked up and blushed at their close proximity.
This, of course, made the situation worse, as Mia leaned closer and said, “Nick, are you feeling alright? You look rather flush.”
Phoenix figured at this point it’d be prudent to back up and try to respond without making a total ass of himself. As he backed up a few steps, he said, “I’m fine Chief. You ready to head out?”
Mia frowned for a moment before brightening up a bit, “Yes, actually. I thought we could go to that Chinese place downtown.”
As Mia drove to the restaurant Phoenix found himself once again watching her. Mia, for her part, was unnaturally quiet as she drove. Generally, when she gave him a lift to or from work, the car was filled with their amiable conversation. Tonight, however, there was a tense silence, each waiting for the other to speak. Phoenix finally cleared his throat, making Mia visibly jump.
Phoenix chuckled, “You seem to be jumpy tonight, Mia.” So am I though, he added silently.
Mia blushed, “What makes you think I’m jumpy, Phoenix?”
Phoenix tapped a finger against the armrest, “Well, lets see…you physically jumped a bit in your seat, you’re blushing like crazy, and you called me Phoenix.” He ticked off each of the reasons on his fingers, ginning at Mia.
Mia found herself smiling, even as she tried to glare at her impudently grinning employee, “What’s wrong with me calling you Phoenix?”
“Well, you don’t usually call me Phoenix unless we’re in a professional situation or you’re nervous.”
Mia smiled, “That’s true isn’t it? Is it that obvious when I’m nervous?”
Phoenix nodded, “Not really, but you drop into professional mode when you get nervous. It’s not a very big shift, but I’ve known you long enough to pick up on it.”
Mia was quiet for a moment and her tone had softened considerably when she spoke again, “I didn’t know you paid attention to me that closely, Nick.”
Now it was Phoenix’s turn to be nervous as he loosened his tie a bit and said, “We’ve known each other for three years now, Chief. I made it a point to know how to read what you’re feeling.”
Mia glanced at him and said in a somewhat reproachful tone, “Now you’re being formal, Nick.”
Phoenix ran a hand through his thick hair, “Sorry, Mia.”
He laughed and, as Mia pulled up to a stoplight, extended a hand, “No more formality tonight, deal?”
Mia smiled at her protégé and friend, and grabbed his hand in a firm, sure grip, “Deal.”
The rest of the way to the restaurant was fairly relaxed, but that slight undertone of tension remained, like a coiled string waiting to be played. The restaurant itself was a small, but clean, family run place. Most of the decorations were limited to paper lanterns, two dragon carvings and a phoenix carving on the back wall, and a Buddha by the cash register.
After they had placed their orders, Phoenix said, “So how did you find this place Mia? I thought you didn’t eat out much.”
Mia leaned forwards and crossed her arms on the table. As she spoke a fond smile tugged at the corner of her lips, “My sister and I came here last time we got together. She generally wants to go out for burgers, but I insisted we go somewhere else for once.”
“I didn’t know you had a sister.”
Mia’s smile widened, “Yes, her name is Maya and she’s about ten years younger than I am. What about you, Nick?“
Phoenix slouched a little in his chair, “I’m an only child, so Larry’s probably the closest I’ve ever had to a brother.”
The evening went by relatively quickly, far to quickly in Phoenix’s mind. After that bought of awkward tension in the car on the way over, it felt like all the tension had faded out of the evening. One thing still bothered Phoenix, however, and as Mia pulled up to his building and turned off the engine, he decided get an answer.
He cleared his throat, “Mia something’s been nagging at me this entire evening. Why were you so tense when we were driving to the restaurant?”
Mia watched him open his door before she responded, “Why do you ask?”
Phoenix leaned against the car frame with his back to Mia, “Well, in the two years I’ve known you, you never get tense except before a trial. I’m just curious what about tonight made you jumpier than usual that’s all.”
Phoenix couldn’t see Mia’s shake of the head or the slow smile that spread on her face. He did hear her close the driver’s side door, however, and he turned to see Mia walk over to him.
“Mia…?”
“I guess you could say it was a lot of reasons, Nick. While we’re worked together for a while now, we don’t really interact a whole lot outside of that environment. It was more I didn’t want to make things awkward, especially since this could almost be a date…”
Phoenix was suddenly very aware of her proximity and, while his mind screamed at him to move away and lessen the chance of doing something he might regret, he moved a bit closer.
His voice was quiet and Mia had to strain to hear him as he spoke, “When you say ‘almost’…how so?”
Mia paused for a second, unsure where he was going with the, “Well. To be an official date there’d have to be a kiss-“
She was cut off by Phoenix’s lips on hers. It was a brief but intense kiss that left Mia out of breath and leaning her weight on the car frame. Phoenix’s face was still inches from hers and she could feel his breath on her face.
Phoenix leaned closer to Mia’s ear, and she shivered at the feeling of his breath on her neck, “I’d say this is a date, wouldn’t you?”
Mia smiled, but didn’t respond, as Phoenix moved in to kiss her again.
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Reviews are love.

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YES! MORE PHOENIX/MIA!

I love your stories, and it's Mia/Nick! MIA/NICK! YAY!

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Thanks, always glad to hear you like it.

btw, I've got a Godot/Franny one to write and then i'll be cranking out your KiriVi, so hang on!

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That one should be interesting...Godot/Franny? Hmmm....

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Well, more Godot+Franny....

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You write Mia/Phoenix really well, and there's always a hint of sadness "aww... she's gonna die :(" hanging around. I liek ^_^

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Thanks, glad you like. Mia/Phoenix fics always need an element of "Carpe Diem" ("Seize the day") in my mind because, well, damn, she dies.

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Maaa~aan.

Crack Fiction has slowed down. =/

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