Turnabout Histories: Turnabout Prosecutor

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O-okay, how have all these typos crept in?  I was rereading things, and I don't even generally have the excuse of being sick...usually I catch these things...  /facepalm

Main Points:
Ace Attorney AU
Chapter V
Summary: A prosecutor Wright's never met calls.
Word Count: 1,197
Rating: K+

 

            "Edgeyyyyyy!"  Instantly he winced and held the phone away from his ear.  Only one person (besides Maya) could be that energetic, loud, and annoying when he had a headache.

            "Could you please keep it down, Prosecutor Faraday?"  After a moment of internal debate, he set the mobile down on the table and put it on speaker.  Phoenix would have to deal with her eventually, especially now that he'd joined the side of defense.

            "How many times do I have to tell you, Miles, it's Kay!"  He could practically see her grinning cheerfully.

            "..."  Phoenix really didn't know how to deal with the situation, and he couldn't blame the man, though he bit back a few choice curse words.  At least she wasn't a stalker (that he knew about), but Nick really had no way of knowing the fact.

            "I will continue to call you Prosecutor Faraday, or Miss Faraday.  Now, is this particularly urgent?"  If not, he was considering telling her to call back in several day's time.

            "Oh, yeah, I forgot.  They mentioned you hit your head.  Does it hurt much?"  The laughter that was nearly constant was now contained, a bubbling brook frozen over by winter.

            He was tempted to bury his head in his hands.  "I have a little more of a headache than pain, and luckily if there's any memory loss it's slight.  But I would prefer..."  (World, just go away until I'm ready to deal with you.  You will have your turn soon enough.)

            "Gotcha.  Lunch date later maybe?"  Now she was just teasing him.

            "Do you want me to hang up on you?" he threatened.

            "Well, I was mainly wanting to discuss the world changes and how it'll affect our jobs and stuff.  I didn't think you of all people would be bold enough to say 'oh, yeah, by the way, we're not just dealing with one world anymore'."  She was capable of being serious, but only very rarely.

            "I'd rather do that when I'm more coherent, thank you."  He should introduce the two, he realized belatedly.  "Prosecutor.  Defense Attorney Phoenix Wright is here as well.  Wright, this is Prosecutor Faraday.  She has been good enough to search for the truth in the courtroom, rather than a perfect win record."  (It's odd to think that, from his viewpoint, I was the one obsessed with such things.  Though with my behavior in Engarde's trial, when I still believed the man innocent, perhaps it is not as strange as it seems.  The two of us are more alike than previously expected.)

            Wright shifted, something he couldn't read flashing through the man's eyes.  Then he was grinning sheepishly.  "Sorry, Prosecutor, but I didn't think that was possible.  I'd love to see how it works in the courtroom though."

            She laughed.  "I look forward to facing you in court, Attorney Wright!  Though maybe the two of you might team up, and that would be scary.  I probably wouldn't stand a chance!"

            (That's...an interesting idea, Miss Faraday.  I'd like to do so, especially since I will otherwise not be seeing Wright in court.  But he'd have to agree, and I doubt he'd think it was a good idea.)  A stab of depression aimed at his heart, but he quickly pulled himself together.  It would be all right, even if he lost the chance to face Wright in court, because he'd regained a friend, and surely that was more important.

            Phoenix chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his head.  "I'm not that good.  Edgeworth probably is, because I'm sure he's as good as his father by this point, but I just kind of stumble around and do things last minute.  I'd probably just end up getting in his way."

            Edgeworth's face turned a deep shade of magenta almost matching his coat, and he quickly buried it in the couch.  He half wanted to hiss something at Wright, though whether he would tell Phoenix that he was, in fact, good at his job, or tell him not to exaggerate since Gregory Edgeworth was still far better a lawyer than most could reach in their lifetimes he wasn't certain.  That would involve Wright seeing the blush, though, and he would rather face Oldbag again.  Without a blush, of course.  And potential escape routes should something go horribly wrong.  (Which he had almost no doubt that it would.)

            "Now I really want to talk to you both, and maybe face you in court.  Together, we'll find the truth!  But in the meantime I'll take pity on poor Edgey.  See ya both later!"  She hung up, and Edgeworth made no motion to reach for the phone.

            "Well, she's interesting, isn't she Edgeworth?"

            He muttered something like 'go away Wright' into the arm of the couch.

            "Edgeworth?  Miles, are you okay?"

            Why couldn't he just take a hint and leave?

            "Edgeworth!"  Now it sounded like he was panicking.  Just great.  He was forcefully pushed over and decided that the lamp needed a good, hard glare.  His cheeks wouldn't go back to normal no matter how hard he tried.

            "Miles?"

            "S-stop looking at me, Wright..." he managed, feeling mortified.

            Phoenix only made it worse by chuckling and patting him on the head, as if he was a child in need of condescension.  "O-oh, sorry about that, Edgey.  It's true, though."

            "In your mind, which has little correlation with the real world," he muttered, feeling petulant now.

            "Sometimes, yeah.  Maybe it's all shaped by that trial so long ago, but you saved me.  You were the only one willing to believe me and save me, and you'll always be a hero to me."  (NOT HELPING, WRIGHT.)

            Maya finally returned.  "Well, anyone who thinks of you as a hero must be a good guy after all, Edgey."

            "Steel Samurai.  Now."  Unfortunately, after using it so much, his glare was ineffective on her.  (Why does no one understand?  I do not appreciate being called Edgey.  Larry...why on earth did you feel the need to start such an absurd trend?)

            "Hey, if I get a stupid nickname..." Phoenix chuckled, rubbing the back of his head absently.  (Since when could he read my expressions?)

            Fortunately, Maya could be easily distracted at times.  She squealed.  "OOOOOO, this is the season finale of the third season!  Look, Miles!  The Steel Samurai is about to cross his spear with the Evil Magistrate's sword!"

            A slight smile entered Edgeworth's eyes.  (Actually, Maya, that's a Nodachi.  And I would guess it's a sign that I've watched these far too many times that I remember the exact season, episode, minute, and second we're on, judging by the mere sound quality of the clash of the two weapons.  Everyone has to have a hobby, I suppose.  And in any case, I can blame my knowledge on Maya, even though I know enough to correct even her on some of the facts.)

            "Have I been up for long enough, Wright?"  He couldn't help a yawn halfway through the sentence.

            He was patted on the head.  Again.  (I'm not Pess, you know...)  He was tired enough he couldn't muster enough energy to be all that irritated with the man, however, and soon found himself falling asleep again.