Disclaimer

I do not own these characters, they are all owned by Capcom.

AN: This is my second fan fiction; I'm trying to stick with the story of the game.

It may also contain some spoilers.

Objection

The alarm sounded and Miles Edgeworth awoke with a start. He looked around a bit letting his eyes adjust, he glanced out the window. The sun was shining brightly he had wondered just how long he had slept. He rubbed his throbbing temples and groaned "What a night..." As he became more alert he became more confused "Wait a second..." He muttered under his breath. "This isn't my place. Where the bloody hell am I?" Edgeworth went pale as he felt a dead weight beside him in bed; he turned his head a paled "Wright.". He muttered "What in bloody hell am I doing naked and in bed with Wright!"

Wright stirred and sat up; he looked over at Edgeworth and grinned "Morning sunshine!" Edgeworth just glared at him and growled.

"Wright! Why am I naked and in bed with you?" Wright blinked.

"Well you got pretty drunk last night, and I didn't want you to drive home, so I brought you here."

"Great I get drunk at a party and wake up to find myself naked and in your bed. Plus I've got a hangover, Bloody hell!" Edgeworth groaned.

Wright just winked at him "What do you remember of last night Edgeworth?" Edgeworth squinted and growled at him.

"Not much, so bugger off."

Wright laughed at his reaction.

"Well, you were really good last night Miles, darling." Edgeworth change about every shade of red known to mankind.

It was clear from Edgeworth's reaction he remembered nothing of last night. Wright grinned to himself; oh he was defiantly going to use this to his advantage. He watched Edgeworth a moment then said,

"I'll wash your clothes and bring them to you. You got a bit sick last night." Edgeworth groaned and nodded, Wright stood up and crossed to his closet, he pulled out a sweat suit and handed it to Edgeworth, Wright then grinned at him "We've got the day off, so you can relax today. Go take a shower." Edgeworth nodded and wandered to Wright's bedroom and shut the door behind him. Wright chuckled oh how he loved tormenting poor Edgeworth. He wandered into the kitchen and began to make some tea; he knew Edgeworth liked green tea. He whistled slightly as he made the tea. Edgeworth exited the shower and tugged on the fresh clothes that Wright had given him; he looked at himself in the mirror and was happy he didn't have to work. He looked terrible; Edgeworth wondered just how much he had to drink last night. He ran a hand through his silvery, wet and tousled hair, and made his way to the kitchen. The aroma of Green Tea touching his nostrils. Wright grinned seeing him and handed him a cup of the tea. Edgeworth took a sip of it, letting the hot liquid slide down his throat. He sighed as he relaxed; Edgeworth glanced at Wright from time to time.

Wright glanced at him "Something wrong Edgeworth?"

Edgeworth sighed "Why did you help me Wright? Why did you defend me and put your career on the line for me?"

Wright looked at him pointedly "You were not guilty from the start, miles. I never believed that you ever were."

Edgeworth tilted his head at Wright calling him "Miles" he gave Wright a very rare smile "Thank you, Wright."

Wright grinned "Not a problem." he replied.

Edgeworth stood, "Well I should get back to my place; I need to look at some papers, for the next case." Wright stood and handed Edgeworth the keys to his car, Edgeworth took them and left Wright's apartment. Wright frowned a bit he knew that the previous case had dug up some very painful memories for Edgeworth, he was worried about his mental state. But then again it was Edgeworth, and one never knew with him.

Edgeworth slid into his car; Wright was going to bring him his clothes to him. He sighed and drove home, Edgeworth's briefcase was in the trunk of his car it contained the papers he needed to look over. He exited his car once he arrived at his apartment; he locked his car and stepped into his apartment. Edgeworth was rarely at home, he only went there for privacy. He locked his apartment door and placed his briefcase by the sofa, he then went into the kitchen and made some tea, he sighed and poured some vodka into the tea once it was finished. He took a sip and sat on the couch, Edgeworth reached over and grabbed the briefcase, he set it on the table and opened it. He began to thumb through the papers it contained, he jotted down random notes. He wasn't sure how long he had been at it but the sun began to set. He always lost time when he was working on a case.

The next day Edgeworth awoke to the sound of his own alarm, he sat up in bed and stretched. He glanced around as if to make sure he was in his own apartment. He blushed and looked under the blankets and breathed a sigh of relief to see that he had something on. He eased himself into a standing position and frowned as if noticing how silent the apartment was, he sort of missed Wright's warmth. He blushed deeply at the thought and growled inwardly at himself for thinking in that manner, he had no feelings for Wright. He and Wright were rivals and nothing more than that. Edgeworth went to his closet and pulled out his usual red suit and pulled it on, he crossed to the mirror and adjusted his frilly frock. Edgeworth was very meticulous when it came to his appearance; he had to be in his profession. He decided that he would go get some breakfast, and then go to the office. He looked outside and groaned, "Bloody hell, it's raining." He groaned and grabbed his umbrella and briefcase, then made his way to the car and got in. He drove to the small café that he frequented; most of the lawyers that worked in his office ate there. Von Karma had introduced him to it; he frowned at himself as he remembered that small detail.

Von Karma, Edgeworth had trusted him. Von Karma had been guilty from the start. Edgeworth sighed as he sipped his tea, the bullet that had lodged itself into Von Karma had been his undoing, and he tried to frame Edgeworth not once but twice. Von Karma had made Edgeworth believe that he was guilty of the murder in the boat and worst of all the death of his own father. Edgeworth ran his hand down his face to try and clear his mind, he sighed he really needed to stop thinking of these things but how could he? Edgeworth bit his lower lip and pulled out a small flask of Vodka and laced his tea with it, he put the bottle back and locked his briefcase. He quietly sipped the tea and started blankly into space, lost in thought.

Wright decided that he'd stop at the café before heading to the office, he was soaked to the bone, and he didn't have an umbrella or own a car. He stepped in and glanced around his drowned rat appearance got him a few looks and whisperings but they stopped as the people began to recognize him. He spotted Edgeworth and wandered over to him "Edgeworth!" Edgeworth glanced up and offered him a grunt in response, Wright just grinned at him and plopped himself down at Edgeworth's table "Knew you'd be here, Edgeworth."

Edgeworth snorted and snapped "Of course I would be it's where all the lawyers go to eat and drink tea."

Wright grinned and glanced around "Wow, I've never been here before." Edgeworth smirked at him "Why am I not surprised, Wright?"

Wright winked at him "I'm not much of a tea drinker." Edgeworth tilted his head; he thought that was odd because Wright had an ample supply of tea in his apartment, a puzzled look crossed Edgeworth's face. Wright blinked at him "What's wrong constipated?"

Edgeworth turned red, "NO!" he snapped and glanced around hoping no one had heard Wright's comment. Edgeworth snapped him a glare and Wright just gave him that stupid grin, like usual.

Wright made himself comfortable at Edgeworth's table, where he continued to stare at him. Edgeworth blinked "What?"

Wright grinned, "Nothing, so you come here often and hang out?"

Edgeworth rolled his eyes, "I do not hang out Wright; I come here to think if you must know."

Wright nodded "Ahh, to think."

Edgeworth growled at him, "Making fun of me Wright?"

Wright blinked innocently at him, "What me? Why never, Edgeworth." Edgeworth slammed his hand down on the table top, "Bloody hell, just bugger off Wright!" Wright remained seated and smiled even more at Edgeworth's reaction. Edgeworth sighed but remained where he was. Wright grinned to himself if Edgeworth really hated him there he'd get up and move to another section. Wright then flagged down a waitress and ordered himself and Edgeworth a bite to eat. Edgeworth sighed and glanced outside, "Bloody hell, still raining."

Wright nodded, "Yeah it's supposed to be like that all day. It's even worse when you don't have a car or umbrella."

Edgeworth rolled his eyes, "Then buy one Wright, you dunderheaded idiot." Edgeworth actually chuckled a bit as Wright gave him a blank clueless expression. Wright smirked at him, "Well, that's a great idea Edgeworth. If I was actually making some money maybe I could get one, Mr. Moneybags who orders tea and has it brought to his office from the hotel." Edgeworth growled at him, "I do not need to take that abuse from you, Wright!"

Wright began teasing Edgeworth in a sing song voice "Mr. Moneybags who has tea brought from the hotel to his offfficcceee…laa...laa…" Edgeworth roared at him his face flushing a deep red color as he sputtered in anger.

Edgeworth stood and growled at him and slammed his briefcase closed "Stay the bloody hell away from me Wright! Don't ever come near me again!" Edgeworth grabbed his briefcase and strode from the café.

Wright blinked, "Uh...oh..." he whispered to himself "Edgeworth forgot his clothes." Wright stood and chased him down "Edgeworth! Stop please!" Edgeworth snarled but slowed and eventually stopped, Wright caught up with him soaking wet, and gasping for breath. He handed him the bag "H….here Edgeworth…"

Edgeworth took the bag from him and glared at him, "How dare you embarrass me like that Wright."

Wright blinked at him, "Sorry Edgeworth, I…" He never did finish his sentence, he felt a firm tug on his tie as Edgeworth yanked him forward and silenced him with a deep kiss. Wright's eyes went wide and his skin turned a bright red color as the blush covered him from head to toe. Edgeworth smirked and walked away from him, slipped into his car and drove away. Leaving Wright in the rain staring after him like a total idiot. Edgeworth grinned and smirked t himself and smacked his lips, "mmmm, just as I thought. Not bad."

Wright shook his head and blinked, "What the hell was that?". He was very confused, he ran a hand over his mouth. Edgeworth was one hell of a kisser, whatever it took Wright wanted more. He walked home very slowly that afternoon his mind on Edgeworth, he stepped into his apartment soaking wet. He peeled off his soaking wet clothing and crossed to the shower, he stepped in and stood letting the hot water warm him, he shivered as his mind drifted to that single kiss. He smiled to himself, he had enjoyed it.

Edgeworth arrived home and went into his apartment he rubbed his temples. What had overcome him? Why had he kissed Wright, like that in full public view? He groaned and plopped onto the couch his mind drifting back to Wright. He set the briefcase on the floor beside the couch; he was no longer able to concentrate on its contents. He flipped on his stereo, he preferred classical music and it usually relaxed him. Edgeworth closed his eyes and strange visions swam through his head like Wright completely nude and dancing to "Ride of the Valkyrie". Edgeworth blushed, he finally stood and got into the shower and turned on the cold water. He hoped it would cool him off. "Damn you to bloody hell, Wright." He growled to himself.