Magnetism

CHAPTER ONE: INTRODUCTION TO THE TURNABOUT.

A/N: Welp, it's been…oh, about 8 years since I ever even considered uploading something I've written to a website like this. But I felt like it was time. I was browsing the available (adult) fanfiction about the relationship between Klavier Gavin and Ema Skye, and I don't know…none of the stories really resonated with me. I am also just picky about sex scenes, eh. So here's my take on how they'd get together, based on context clues from the games and my own inference. They will have sex (though not in this chapter, but probably very soon), and they will not fall in love until way, way, way, way far into this story. Because I just don't read Ema or Klavier that way. But that's just me.

Enjoy, and let me know if my characterization is on the mark. It's always hard to portray them in situations they've never experienced in-game. I'm using this chapter to kind of set up how I am going to utilitize them, and then moving forward with that style when they start banging. ;)

February 19, 2025
11:20 p.m.
Sunshine Coliseum

It was probably the fangirls that annoyed her the most. There was just something about a vapid cluster of screaming girls that set Ema's teeth on edge. When she was stuck on security detail, she could always tell which of these groupies would be fucking members of The Gavinners that night – each of the musicians had a certain type.

The irritating blonde who was currently glaring at her would definitely make it into that stupid, glimmerous fop's bed tonight, Ema knew. She looked just like the girl he'd picked up at the last show – Stacy, Marissa, Carrie…what was her name? Poor thing. The girl before her, however, flanked by a brunette who definitely struck Ema as a pick for the Gavinners' bassist, Marco, was far more persistent that Ema recalled Mariah, or whatever her name was, being.

"But, Klavier invited me backstage himself!" she insisted, attempting to push herself through the barricade. She almost got past Ema by wielding her rather large breasts as a battering ram.

Ema sighed. She had a bag of Snackoos tucked into her messenger bag, which was too far away for her to give in to her craving in that moment. But damn, what I wouldn't give to pelt this stupid girl in the face with some air-puffed chocolate, the detective mused. "Wouldn't be the first time I've heard that someone got an invite from the fop himself," Ema said, rolling her eyes. "But no one is allowed backstage until after the final set, and not without permission from the band."

The band's third and final set had started about ten minutes earlier, Ema could tell by the familiar – and very annoying – sound of "13 Years Hard Time for Love" blaring into the wings of the stage. Ema had always hated rock music. "But he TOLD me! Klavy promised!"

Klavy? You have got to me kidding me. Ema snorted. "I'm just doing my job, miss. Now move along." She pushed the busty blonde gently away from the barricade, and the brunette followed. An actual security guard approached and kept them at bay while the detective moved farther into the backstage, grabbing her bag as she went. "You know, none of the other prosecutors assign their lead detectives to menial tasks like this," she muttered to herself. She fished in her bag for the Snackoos and quickly stuffed several into her face. "And—munch—none of them make—munch—the detectives dress—munch—in such stupid outfits!" She glared down at the "uniform" the foppish prosecutor always forced on her during security detail: a black skirt with a purple blouse featuring The Gavinners' familiar logo emblazoned on the breast pocket. It was humiliating – forced into slave labor by her stupid, lazy, inconsiderate, irritating…

"Ah, fraulein." Ema's first response to the sound of the familiar voice was to shovel more chocolate snacks into her mouth. Klavier Gavin had apparently stepped off stage for a quick drink to rest his vocal chords. She glowered at him.

"And to what do I owe this pleasure, fop?" she snarled through her mouthful of Snackoos. He smirked, ever-amused by the way she quickly bristled.

"I just needed a little drink of wasser, ja?" he replied, slowly running his hand through his hair. He headed for the band's dressing room. "And make sure that blonde fraulein makes her way into my dressing room, too, if you would."

Once the door closed behind him, Ema pelted a handful of Snackoos at it. The snacks rebounded with a familiar and satisfying "ka-tonk." "I'm a fucking detective, not your secretary!" she exclaimed, marching back down the hallway toward the barricade.

"Detective Skye, these ladies are quite insistent…" the guard said when she approached.

Ema shook her head. "Just let them in. Fop's orders."

The blonde and her friend, streaked into the backstage, squealing as the hurtled down the hallway. Ema pinched the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger, trying to calm the irritated headache that was forming in her skull. "What now, Detective Skye?"

"Just…just stay here!" she snapped, storming off again. Klavier had obviously returned to the stage, as the band's most recent hit, "Guilty Love," was reverberating in the hallway.

The blonde passed her again, looking positively overjoyed to be backstage. Ema assumed that the girl knew the price for being back here was her body. The nitwit.

This is not the career in law enforcement I thought I was getting into, she said to herself. She popped another Snackoo in her mouth. If only I had passed that stupid forensics exam…

~~~ Eight Months Later ~~~

October 12, 2025

9:12 a.m.

Criminal Affairs Dept.

Ema stretched her arms over her head, sighing. She had just wrapped up the final paperwork for the Misham case. Phoenix Wright's test of the jurist system had gone swimmingly, but the trial's results had been making things a bit harder for her – Kristoph Gavin had seen to that.

The documents sat in the printer, waiting for delivery to the prosecutor's office. She shot them a glance, dreading the familiar trip from her office to that of her irritating boss. She glanced at the clock. And he'll be calling for them in three, two…

The phone began to ring. She had to admit that the fop did have an impeccable sense of timing. She lifted the receiver. "Criminal Affairs, Homicide Division. Ema Skye speaking."

"Fraulein, I believe you owe me a report, ja?" Klavier Gavin drawled into the phone. Despite the fact that his voice still made her nose curl in irritation, he had lost his edge after the revelations about his brother. "You'd best be delivering it. Quickly." He hung up.

Ema tossed the phone receiver on her desk, groaning, then set it back on the cradle. She hoped, if only for her own sake, that he would only be insufferable for a little while longer. The trial had ended just days ago, and she was already at wit's end.

She jammed the papers in her messenger bag and grabbed her keys off her desk. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, Ema tromped dutifully out of her office. She was halfway to the elevator when someone called her name. "Ema!"

Ema turned and spotted her sister. Lana had returned to detective work after being released from jail, and was the director of a division dedicated to investigating gang violence and drug crime in the city. "Lana! Isn't it a little early for you to be in the office?" Her sister's position tended to lend itself to late hours.

"I stopped in, actually, hoping to catch you!" Lana said. "I thought you might have time for a cup of coffee, but…you look pretty busy." Ema had to admit the offer was tempting – she rarely got a moment alone with her sister these days.

"I just have to run this report over to the prosecutor's office." She pointed with her thumb toward the bag. "I'd have some time after to do a little catching up, if that works."

"Sure!" Lana followed her sister to the elevator. "Why don't I give you a lift? Our old favorite café is on that side of town, anyway."

They soon reached the parking deck. Ema slid into the passenger's seat of her sister's navy sedan and tossed her bag into the back. The trip to the prosecutor's office took about twenty minutes in light traffic, but Lana had a tendency to reckless driving. They'd likely be there in fifteen. "So how goes the investigation?" Ema asked as they pulled out of the garage. She knew they'd recently had a successful sting on a drug ring in Compton. "Sounds like you've found some leads."

Lana's face lit up when she talked about her work – much the same way Ema's did when she was working with forensic tools. "Some of our regular informants stumbled into big, big information. That sting was one of the biggest we've ever done, and we caught several key drug traffickers and major gang leaders." She paused as she pulled on to the highway. "And it sent a major message to the ones we didn't catch – the LAPD is sick of this senseless violence and we're going to stop it."

They chatted back and forth about work as they drove, but the subject soon turned to the Misham case, and to the final downfall of one of Los Angeles's most respected defense attorneys. "The Coolest Defense in the West" was no more, and Lana was intrigued by the details of the case. "It's been…difficult. The case seemed very open-and-shut during the initial investigation, but everyone knows how that turned out," Ema said. "It's made my work more of a headache than it needs to be, that's for sure, because that stupid –"

Lana shook her head. "Klavier Gavin," she said, interrupting her sister. "I know you have your own ideas about him, but he has a name. And you should be able to sympathize, right? Think back to the SL-9 case…and my own."

Ema bit her lip, silenced, and then reached into the backseat for her Snackoos. She munched on several, loudly, before saying anything. "Lana, he's my boss, he can't take his grief – or whatever this is – out on me," she finally said. They pulled into the parking lot under the prosecutor's office. "Although maybe this is finally my chance to transfer to the team of a different prosecutor?" she mused.

Lana rolled her eyes. "Go do your job. We'll finish this discussion later."

Ema stepped out of the car, Snackoos in hand, and pressed the button on the elevator.

October 12, 2025
9:43 a.m.
Prosecutor Gavin's Office

Ema turned the knob on the door to the prosecutor's office as she knocked to signal her arrival. Klavier looked up from his desk, an obnoxious stereo-shaped centerpiece to the room, and eyed her, a familiar smirk on his mouth. "Quicker than I expected, Fraulein," he said, rising slowly from his desk like a panther. He held out his hand for the paperwork.

Ema froze for a moment, suddenly unsure. He quirked an eyebrow and wiggled his fingers expectantly. She reached into her bag and thrust the report into his hand, backing a few steps away once he'd taken it from her. "I, uh…should probably get back to work," she mumbled. What's with the air in here? It's fucking weird. She turned on her heel and headed for the door. "Well, uh…I'll be back at the precinct, let me know if you need anything."

He dropped the file onto his desk and leaned forward, resting his palms on either side of the surface. She barely had her hand on the doorknob when he said, "Fraulein, wait."

She didn't turn right away. "What?" she snapped, stuffing several Snackoos in her mouth. She heard him chuckle. The sound was enough to make her shoot him a glare. Klavier was unfazed, used to the grumpy expression she often wore on her face around him.

He held his hands up in front of him in defense. "No need to get testy, mein fraulein," he said. She lifted an eyebrow and munched on more Snackoos, waiting. "Just a reminder that you have not accepted your invitation to the annual Halloween Gala at the prosecutor's office."

Calling it a "gala" was a stretch in Ema's opinion. She had never envisioned a gala that featured so much drunken debauchery and ridiculous costumes. All of the lead detectives received an invite, and she had turned hers down the year before. "I don't think I'm going, that's why," she retorted, continuing to glower at him.

Klavier shrugged. "All of the prosecutors were just reminded by the planning committee today to inquire about the invitations," he said simply. He returned to his seat, but did not dismiss her. He watched her for a moment before continuing. "I think you'd be surprised by how much fun it can be, fraulein." He rested his chin on his hands.

She almost dropped her bag of Snackoos. Is he…coming on to me? "I'll, uh…think about it," she huffed. "Goodbye!"

"Auf Wiedersehen, fraulein," he called to her fleeting form. She slammed the door behind her, fleeing as quickly as she could.

Ema reached into her pocket for her cell phone, and quickly dialed her sister's number. "Hey, Lana, I'm on my way down." Before Lana could reply, she snapped the phone shut. Ema leaned on the wall of the elevator, furiously eating Snackoos.

What the hell just happened?

October 12, 2025
10:07 a.m.
Maria's Café

Ema took a hefty drink of her coffee, feeling the bitter liquid slither down her throat. Lana watched her curiously, confused. "What's up, Em? You seem a little out of it today."

Ema shrugged, placing her cup back on its saucer with force. "Just the usual, Lana. You know."

Lana thought carefully about her next words, sipping her coffee. "He's not all that bad, you know. Why, Franziska thinks he's positively delightful." Lana had been quietly dating Franziska von Karma since she'd gotten out of jail, but Ema never took much stock in her sister's girlfriend's opinion.

"Of course she does. I'm sure they're a perfect duo," Ema retorted, taking another swig of coffee. "And Franziska's been in Germany half the time, anyway, what does she know?" She gripped her cup, trying to curb her craving for Snackoos. Lana rolled her eyes.

"Ema, I know Mr. Gavin is…different," she acknowledged. "But just deal with it until you retake your forensics exam. I know he gets under your skin, but he's more pleasant to deal with than a lot of the other prosecutors in the city."

Ema sighed, burying her face in her hands. "Lana, he asked me about the Halloween thing. Scientifically speaking, I would describe it as a come-on," she finally admitted. She was surprised by how heated her face felt, and how embarrassed she was.

Lana's eyebrows lifted, but she had to admit that she wasn't overly surprised. She chuckled at her sister's childish reaction. "Ema, really," she said, smirking. "You can't be that shocked. That's not particularly out of character for him, and you are a beautiful, young lady."

"I hate that idiot," Ema snarled. "You know that, he knows that. How dare he?"

At that, Lana lost it and burst out laughing. "Ema, relax. Don't take everything so seriously," she admonished. "Maybe you should go to the Halloween Gala, hmm? You need to loosen up a bit."

Ema shook her head immediately, looking horrified at the very suggestion. "Absolutely not!" she exclaimed. "You know that's not my style at all. Not even remotely! People will be drunk and dancing and wearing costumes, Lana."

Lana finished her coffee and waited for Ema to finish spazzing out. She knew the rant was over when Ema began to furiously munch on Snackoos. "It's called having fun, Ema," she said simply. "You could try it sometime. And I'm going, and you know I'm not one for parties myself." Franziska was oversees, but had offered her ticket to the gala to Lana. "It would be nice to go out together, you know…have a few martinis, meet some new people…"

Ema sighed. "O—Okay," she mumbled. "I guess I could…"

Lana had obviously heard Ema's acceptance, but she leaned forward, cupping her hand around her ear. "Wait, what was that? Care to repeat it?"

"Fine, I'll go! I'll go to the stupid fucking Halloween gala," Ema shouted. Patrons of the diner turned to stare, and she clapped a hand over her mouth. "S-Sorry," she whispered.

Lana let her sister recover from her embarrassment before speaking. "Well, it's settled then. Make sure you RSVP when you get back to the office – tomorrow's the last day." The Skye sisters stood and headed toward the door. Lana leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "And we have to make sure to go costume shopping this weekend."

Ema was already regretting her decision to give in. "Can't I just go in my regular clothes? I'll tell everyone I dressed up as a detective." She slid into the passenger's seat.

"Definitely not! Just get into the spirit, Ema, lighten up," Lana said.

They pulled out of the parking lot and onto the freeway. I feel very bad about this.

October 12, 2025
11:03 a.m.
Criminal Affairs Department

Ema slammed the door to her office open and quickly flopped into the chair at her desk. "Damn it, Ema," she muttered to herself as her computer booted up. "You're such an idiot."

The email invite to the gala sat unread in her inbox, and she found it quickly because it had been labeled as priority mail. She hesitated, the cursor hovering over the reply button for a solid minute before she clicked it.

She only needed to type one word in the email: "attending."

Ema hit send.

A/N: Well, there you have it. I just wanted one chapter to really show how I'm going to portray Ema before I got into the sexy stuff. I don't plan on switching from Ema's POV much, if at all, maybe just for some added poetic license and insight into Klavier's thoughts…though those seem pretty obvious to me, hehe.

And yes, Lana is a lesbian because I wanted her to be. I wanted to have her in a relationship throughout the story – even though it ended up being a long distance one – because I wanted to make sure she would be in a position to give really solid, honest romantic advice to her little sister. The choice of Franziska as Lana's mate ended up being relatively arbitrary. It just felt right.

I'm also looking very forward to getting this started for real, if you know what I mean. My take on Ema is that she is not exactly a sex goddess, but that she's not completely inexperienced – I could totally see her having some fun in Europe, and now that she's back in the states, she's stifled herself a bit because she's so focused on getting into forensics.

See you next chapter, at the Halloween shebang. I wasn't sure if I wanted it to be a Halloween party, but tis the season. Expect some more in the next few dayzzzzzzz. 3