A/N: Hey guys, I'm back! Yes, the crazy fangirl Diana has returned with another story. For those of you who are looking for Early Days, rest assured it is in production, but I thought I'd share this with you first. Fanfiction was mean and wouldn't let me upload this last night when I actually had this finished, but whatever, it's here now. A brief note: This story is based on a very interesting fanfic I read entitled Complete Turnabout by Nenilein. Things will change in this story, therefore it is out of timeline. You'll see what I mean. Hope you enjoy! Don't forget to review, I respond to every one I get! Later, faithful readers!

~Diana

Rain pounded on the roof of the courthouse as the people inside left one by one. Finally, everyone was gone, except for a certain burgundy-suited prosecutor and his raven-haired legal assistant. It was dark outside, the gloomy storm clouds covering the afternoon sun, and as the two walked down the hallway, lightning flashed through the windows. The woman jumped at the clap of thunder that followed and mentally cursed herself for still having this irrational fear of storms. The man's thoughts were far away as he began to vaguely recognize the hallway they were walking down.

The hallway ended in a T-intersection, with an elevator at the end. Madeline Brent turned down the way that led to the parking lot, but Miles Edgeworth stopped in front of the elevator. As if in a trance, he pushed the button and the elevator opened right away, as if it was waiting for him. Madeline turned and moved back to his side, grasping his wrist and staring at the elevator, knowing the terrible story behind it.

Suddenly lightning seemed to split the sky in two, and a colossal crash of thunder caused the world to go dark in front of Madeline's eyes. She could feel Edgeworth's hands, one on her back, one on the back of her head as he pulled her into him, her face pressed into his chest. When she opened her eyes, he was looking around in shock. The hallway, deserted only moments before, was now bustling with life and activity. The windows now showed a beautiful winter day. Madeline gasped.

"What happened?" she murmured. Suddenly, she picked up Edgeworth's name in a conversation.

"Did you see von Karma's face when he got that penalty?" a man with sandy blonde hair eagerly asked his friend, a woman with light brown hair and hazel eyes, who looked furtively around before replying.

"Sure did," she replied. "He's twisted and cruel, he deserved it."

"Too bad he still won though," the man responded. "Gregory Edgeworth still looked fairly pleased with himself. Where is he, do you know?"

"Which one? Von Karma's in the evidence room, still sulking, I'm sure. I think Edgeworth was looking for his son and going home."

"Excuse me," Madeline asked tentatively, taking a few steps toward them. "What are you talking about?" To her surprise, the people just moved on down the hall, still deep in conversation. She moved back to where Edgeworth was, thinking hard. "Miles, this is…"

"I know," he said, not meeting her eyes. "So I know what's going to happen next." At that very moment, the ground shook and his face paled.

"EARTHQUAKE!" someone yelled and the hallway was filled with screams. Everyone pushed toward the end of the hallway, trying to get to the stairs. Madeline pulled Edgeworth over to one of the walls.

"I have to do something," he whispered and attempted to get up. She pulled him back.

"No! You can't change the past, Miles, please. It's just wrong," she begged, but just then, a figure walked down the hall. The gait was unmistakable; it was Manfred von Karma, heading for the elevator, muttering to himself. Edgeworth attempted to stand up, predicting what would happen before it did. Madeline tugged him back down, her gray eyes anxious.

"Let go," he hissed as von Karma passed them.

"I don't know," she pleaded. "Just stay here for a second until we figure out what's going on and why we're here." Suddenly the lights flickered and went out, leaving them in pitch darkness. Her grip loosened for just a moment in surprise and he took advantage of that, slipping away toward the direction of the elevator. He could hear her calling to him, her cries becoming more and more frantic. He felt guilty, but moved toward the faint outline of von Karma, waiting outside the elevator.

There was a gunshot, the same one that had echoed in his memories for many years. The next sound made his blood run cold. The unearthly scream of Manfred von Karma echoed down the hallway and the silhouette clutched its right shoulder in pain. The elevator doors opened then, as if by magic, revealing a scene that looked like something out of a nightmare.

Three figures were unconscious on the floor of the elevator: Gregory Edgeworth, Yanni Yogi, and the young Miles Edgeworth. The little light there was gleamed oddly off something on the rug. Von Karma stooped, a hand still pressed to his right shoulder, and picked up a pistol. He looked thoughtfully at the gun, then at the three people in the elevator, and his face twisted in fury.

"Gregory Edgeworth," he muttered. "You've wronged me for the last time." He raised the gun and Edgeworth made his move. He shoved the other man, feeling a sick pleasure at the crack that sounded as von Karma's head connected with the wall. The pistol dropped, clunking against the floor, as the lights in the elevator flickered on.

He felt a gentle hand on his arm and turned to see Madeline next to him. Her gray eyes were focused on the elevator. She walked forward and knelt beside the young Miles Edgeworth, brushing a lock of dark hair off of his pale face. She quickly checked pulses on everyone in the elevator. "You did it," she murmured, looking up at him and smiling. He pulled her to her feet and into his arms again, kissing the top of her head. Emotions coursed through him: elation at finally being able to fix his past, anger at the man who had ruined it for him and for his father, and relief that everything had turned out alright.

Suddenly the world flashed white again and the two looked around in surprise as a huge boom followed. Madeline let out a small whimper and closed her eyes. He held her in his arms and looked around in shock. The hallway was fading around them, the elevator disappearing from view.

"What's happening?" she asked, a touch of fear in her voice.

"I don't know," he said, looking down into her clear gray eyes, which were becoming clearer by the second. "Madeline?" She was fading from view, just as the scenery had moments ago.

"Miles?" Just his name, then she was gone. In desperation, his hands grasped the empty air where she had been seconds before. But it was no use; she had vanished into thin air.

He called out her name again as the white began to fade to black. He could feel himself

falling,

falling,

falling.

He heard a voice, whispering softly in his ear as his eyes closed.

You are about to see how much you have changed.