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Chapter 1

"Oh, am I glad to be home." said Phoenix, exhaustedly. He thrust his keys into the door and turned them, almost collapsing into the apartement as the door opened. As he entered, he practically fell onto the sofa, while Trucy sat down on the armchair opposite. She clicked a button on the remote and the TV flickered into life on the news channel.

"D' ya wanna see my new routine, Daddy?" asked Trucy

"Of course, Trucy, just give me-" Phoenix replied, but he was cut off by the familiar sound of the telephone. Phoenix and Trucy stared at each other, then Trucy darted off to the phone. He heard her pick it up.

"No, this is his daughter." she said. Then she appproached Phoenix and handed him the phone, mouthing "It's for you."

"Hello?" he said down the phone.

"Why am I doing this... Mr Phoenix Wright. I need a favour." said the voice. It was female and had a trace of a german accent in it. He knew who it was immediately.

"What do you want, Franziska?" he exclaimed.

"I need a place to stay over. I've called Miles, my sister and the Skyes. The only person I didn't call was..."

"Was?" said Phoenix, hoping upon hope that she wouldn't say his name.

"You. Phoenix Wright." she said, with some shame in her voice.

"Why?" he asked

"Why what, fool?"

"Why do you need a place to stay?"

Franziska's confident tone faded. There was great sadness in her voice. "My house burned down. I have nothing but the clothes I stand up in. I have nothing."

Phoenix was tormented. He didn't want Franziska to come in and boss the house around, but she sounded so sad, and he was her only hope.

"Okay, Franziska, come on over. " He said into the phone. "We'll be waiting for you." And with that, he hung up.

"Who was that, Daddy?" asked Trucy.

"Ok, Trucy, we're gonna have a third person living here for a bit. Her name is Franziska."

"Is she my new mom?"

"No, she is a german woman with nowhere else to stay." replied Phoenix.

"O... K..."

At that point, there was a knock on the front door. "I'll get it," said Phoenix, and opened the door. It was Franziska. How had she got there so fast?

"Hello again, Phoenix Wright." She said, and walked in through the door. As he shut the door, he wondered how Apollo or Athena would have coped with her.

They walked down to the living room. Trucy greeted Franziska with a cheerful "Hiya!". Franziska turned to Phoenix. "She doesn't bear much resemblance to you." she said,

"She's my adopted daughter, I forgot to mention. Wouldyou like me to show you to your room?"

The walked through the apartment. There were six rooms. Phoenix's room, Trucy's room, the lving room, the spare bedroom, the bathrrom and the kitchen/dining room. Phoenix led the way to the spare bedroom. As he did, he asked exactly what Franziska had still got. "My wallet, my cell phone, my keys, this outfit and a few books from my office. That is all I have left in the world." They walked into the spare bedroom, and Franziska smiled and approved. Before Phoenix left, she spoke. "Thank you, Mr Phoenix Wright."

She collapsed onto the bed. This is nice. Nicer than my bed at home, even. Phoenix Wright. After all the times she had whipped him, even when she defeated him in court, was still letting her stay. She knew she wouldn't do that if that had happened to her. 'I could get used to him' she thought. Then, she heard Trucy calling for her. "Dinner Time!" she yelled, and Franziska left the room and walked down form dinner, her first with Phoenix Wright.

First story, a bit nervous. Please review this chapter!