Okay, updates ahoy. These two fics are not at the top of my queue list, but its forgotten pairings month, so I did have to put out a little Mia/Nick love. Enjoy and since i'm on break and sick...the rest will hopefully soon follow.

This was requested by LazyCatfish27 on FF.net

Title: Fortunate Fall (3-5 spoilers)
Pairing: Mia/Phoenix
Rating: PG-13 for character death
Prompt: A Mia/Phoenix fic where both are dead
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Phoenix squinted as he opened his eyes, a pale ethereal light seeming to coming from all around him. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he started as he noticed he seemed to be floating in a blank grey space, light from nowhere and everywhere.

“What the-?!”

An all too familiar chuckle echoed in the space, and Phoenix looked around wildly, hoping for someone else’s presence in this empty space.

“Who’s there?”

The chuckle echoed again, this time with a tint of sadness to it. “Phoenix, I’m disappointed in you. Surely you’d recognize my voice after all these years…”

Phoenix stopped his wild search, his tone disbelieving. “Mia…?”

A warm hand alighted on his shoulder, causing him to wheel around and come face to face with his deceased mentor and friend, looking exactly as he had seen her when she was alive.

“Mia! It is you! How…?”

Mia smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

Phoenix’s brow furrowed as he thought. “Well, I woke up to a scream and went down to the courtyard at Hazakura temple, found the body of Ms. Deauxnim and was asked to call the police. When I got there the bridge was on fire, and I tried to cross it…”

“And you fell into the river.”

Phoenix met Mia’s gaze, his eyes widening in realization. “You don’t mean…that fall, it…”

“Killed you? Yes, I’m sorry to say.”

Phoenix was almost tempted to argue, but his surroundings and Mia’s presence were enough to convince him of the reality of it.

He slumped a bit. “I can’t believe it…”

Mia watched Phoenix with an unreadable expression on her face for a moment before pulling him into a hug. Phoenix didn’t immediately respond, obviously still too far in shock over his death. However, once the shock had dissipated somewhat He responded, burying his head in the crook of her shoulder and holding onto her like she was a lifeline, the one sane thing in everything he’d just found out. Mia winced at his tight grip, but didn’t protest, instead bringing a hand up and running it through Phoenix’s thick spiked hair.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d hugged her…he vaguely remembered doing so out of enthusiasm when he was still just a law student and she had been helping him out. Part of his brain wondered how he could hold her, given they were both dead and insubstantial, but most of his brain was preoccupied with freaking out over his situation.

They stayed in that embrace for a long time…how long, Phoenix couldn’t say. There didn’t really seem to be anyway to measure time where they were. Eventually though, he somewhat came to terms with what happened, enough to focus on his more immediate situation; He was being held by his mentor, the woman he’d been in love with since he’d started law school; when he got to know her as more than just his attorney, but as a friend. Despite the fact that she was dead, she felt warm and soft against him, and he felt his face heating up as she continued to hold him.

Mia’s quiet voice made him start. “Are you alright? With…the situation, that is.”

Phoenix shifted his head so his mouth wasn’t pressed against the fabric of her suit jacket. “I guess, I mean the whole idea’s a bit…unnerving, but I guess I’ll have to get used to it.”

Mia chuckled, and Phoenix felt the vibration of it along the side of his face pressed against the side of her neck. “I know…it takes a while to get used to it.”

“Really? I mean, when Maya channeled you that first time, you seemed so composed...”

Mia let go of Phoenix, and he felt a sharp stab of disappointment until her hands cupped his face on her shoulder and moved it so that he was looking directly at her.

A hint of a smile tugged at her lips. “Phoenix, that was all a façade, it took me weeks to adjust to this… I still wasn’t quite used to it by the time your next case came along.”

“Wow…” He smiled warmly at her. “I guess I’ve just always thought of you as the kind of person nothing phases.”

“Well, then my court façade did its job pretty well.”

“Well, that’s part of it I suppose, but even outside of court, you’ve always been a strong person. I guess, somehow I thought that even if something bothered you, you’d adjust pretty quickly and no one would catch it.”

Mia chuckled quietly. “You’re quite the flatterer, Phoenix.”

“No, just honest.”

Mia smiled beatifically at that and Phoenix felt the heat return to his face again. After a beat or so Mia ran a thumb along the edge of Phoenix’s jaw line, sending shivers through his body.

“Phoenix, if there was something you didn’t get to say to someone and suddenly were given a second chance, would you say it?”

“Of course.”

“Good.”

Phoenix suddenly found Mia’s hands at the back of his head as she hooked him down and kissed him. After a moment of stiff surprise, he encircled her waist with his arms and returned the kiss. When they finally broke apart, Phoenix was a bit surprised to realize he wasn’t gasping for air after that, but then remembered the whole dead aspect.

Mia smiled and dropped a hand so that her thumb absently rubbed the hollow of his collarbone. “I always meant to pursue…well, us, after you’d stopped depending on me so much, but I never got the chance.”

Phoenix laughed a little. “Well, I’d say we’ve got all eternity now wouldn’t you say?”

Mia brought his head down, stopping just short of kissing him and let out in a low purr. “I think so, and I plan to make up for lost time.”

Phoenix almost responded, but Mia’s lips on his made thinking, let alone coming up with a response, nigh impossible.

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Miles Edgeworth grimaced as he was led through the washed out fluorescent-lit hallways of the morgue. He didn’t want to be there, and if he’d had his choice he would be back at his hotel room, or better yet, back in Europe. However, a frantic Larry rambling about Phoenix’s being in trouble had caused him to charter a jet and come back. It wasn’t until he’d stepped off the plane that he’d gotten the call that had led him here.

He was lead into one of the rooms housing the bodies of the dead and watched as the mortician who’d accompanied him went to a specific refrigerated drawer and opened it. Edgeworth had to look away initially, but eventually forced himself to look at the stiff body of his friend and rival, Phoenix Wright. He walked closer to the body, noting that the morticians had shifted his body so one couldn’t tell the cause of death but, having been handed the autopsy report before his arrival here, Edgeworth knew the man had broken his neck, attempting to cross a burning bridge of all things.

Edgeworth briefly reached out a hand and touched Wright’s shoulder, needing to verify what he was seeing. The cold stiffness of the body was a tangible sign that Wright was indeed dead.

Edgeworth turned, fully intending to see to the man’s burial and leaving the godforsaken place as soon as possible, when something in his peripheral stopped him. Glancing back over at the body, he was sure; Wright was smiling.
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And part two! Starting Jan. I'll get on the others on my queue, I swear.

Done for the PW kink meme.

Title: Looking In The Right Places
Pairing: Mia/Phoenix
Rating: PG-13
Prompt:Phoenix is dutifully working as Mia Fey's assistant at her law firm as he works to pass his bar exam. One day, for whatever reason, Mia realizes that Phoenix has not really interacted with or shown interest in any other women since Dahlia. When questioned, Phoenix admits that since Dahlia hadn't actually liked him, he doesn't really think there's anything about him to like; that, and most of the women he ends up attracted to are similar to Dahlia and he doesn't want that.

So Mia proceeds to show him what it is about him that a real woman would like, and how a real woman acts.
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Mia had come to a realization.

She’d noticed it, sure, but had filed it away in the back of her mind with the other seemingly irrelevant observations one makes during the average day, but the realization that accompanied these particular observations couldn’t be ignored. Phoenix, who had, in his free time since his trial, been helping her out around the newly formed Fey and Co. as an assistant, had not been in a relationship since the ill-fated one with Dahlia Hawthorne. Given as many hours as he’d spent in the office, she really should have picked up on it sooner, but getting her firm up and off the ground had taken up most of her focus for the past couple of months, so a little thing like her friend’s (for he’d stopped being just an assistant within the first week) love life, or lack thereof, had slipped her by.

The rhythmic shuffling of Phoenix ordering files in the front office flowed through the room as Mia absently rotated the pencil in her hand, poised over the ledger containing the firm’s finances. Realizing she wasn’t going to get any work done until she’d gotten to the bottom of the whole situation, Mia shut the ledger with a satisfying ‘thump’ and walked out to the front office. Phoenix stood leaning over the front desk, stacked files scuffing against his faded jeans.

On hearing the sharp click of Mia’s heels, he looked up from the files he was organizing and gave her a warm smile. “Hey, Mia. Did you need one of the files? I’ve got most of the early cases sorted.”

Mia returned his smile. “No, but you’ve already got that much done?”

“Well it wasn’t easy at first, but once I understood the system you used when packing them, it got a lot faster.” He laughed. “Of course, it would be better if we’d gotten that file cabinet when were supposed to.”

“Too true, but you have to always expect something to go wrong.”

There was a glint of amusement in Phoenix’s eyes. “So did you just come out her to talk about our filing cabinet woes? Not that I’m complaining for the break at all…”

Mia’s smile dimmed a little. “Actually, I wanted to ask you something…personal if I could, Phoenix, and you don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to.”

Phoenix straightened up. “Alright, ask away.”

“I haven’t seen you dating anyone since…that woman, and I was just wondering why.”

Phoenix sighed and slumped into the chair at the desk, his legs slightly propped up by the stack of files. “I was wondering when you’d pick up on that…Well, I guess I figured that if Dahlia hadn’t really loved me, that there wasn’t much about me to love, you know? That’s not to say that I didn’t try after that case, but…” he ruffled his spikes with his right hand. “I seem to meet the same kind of women, so it just seemed sort of pointless when I knew the relationships would all just blow up in my face. It just seems easier to focus on work and my studies and not worry about it.”

The kicked puppy look on his face made Mia mentally curse Dahlia Hawthorne yet again. It seemed even behind bars the woman managed to deeply affect those she’d deceived. The silence that hung in the air after his answer apparently made Phoenix uncomfortable, because he stood back up and started organizing the files he’d been working on before.

Mia maneuvered her way through the files until she was standing along side the desk, and leaned up against it for a moment before speaking. “You’re just looking in the wrong places.”

Phoenix looked up, and his eyes were trapped by Mia’s intense gaze. “What?”

“You’re a good guy, Phoenix.”

Phoenix turned back to his files, breaking eye contact. “You haven’t known me that long Mia…how can you say that?”

“Anyone who has had a conversation with you could tell. I could tell even during your trial that you’re a very warm sincere individual, you just made a bad choice in Dahlia Hawthorne, and she used that to her advantage like she’s used everyone else in her life. Besides, you need to look for women, not girls like Dahlia.”

Phoenix straightened up, staring straight ahead, that kicked puppy expression on his face again. “I don’t know, I mean, I don’t even know what I’d look for…”

Phoenix heard Mia shift her weight off of the desk and for a moment, he thought she was going to head back into her office. He was shocked when she rather forcefully spun him around and pinned him against the desk, her face inches away from his.

He felt his face grow hot as she pressed her body against his. “M-Mia? What’re you—”

“Tell me…would Dahlia have done this?”

Phoenix didn’t get a chance to respond immediately, as Mia kissed him, her lips insistent on his. He let out a short surprised noise, which Mia used to her advantage by slipping her tongue into his open mouth. Phoenix let out a low groan and reciprocated in kind, feeling the desk digging into the palms of his hands and his lower back.

Eventually the lack of oxygen forced Mia to break the kiss, panting slightly. Phoenix rather hazily noticed that he was all but lying on top of the desk and Mia hadn’t pulled back, but at this point he was too dazed to care.
He managed to weakly get out. “Wow…I…that was amazing…”

Mia moved one hand to trace his jaw line; her smile was warm and her voice had dropped to a whispery purr that sent chills up Phoenix’s spine. “That’s what a real woman is like Phoenix. Still don’t know what to look for?”

A slow smile spread across Phoenix’s face. “I don’t have to look anymore, do I?”

Mia’s smile widened and she dipped her head so that her lips were achingly close to his. “Not any further than my office.”

Phoenix smiled as she kissed him again.
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