Turnabout Time Lord
Chapter One
Miles Edgeworth turned on his computer, glanced around to make sure no one was watching, and stretched out on the couch. He could finally relax, drink his tea, and watch Steel Samurai like a normal person. After all, it wasn't as if anyone could get into his house and interrupt his beautiful solitude. Yes, he was certainly here alone -
A bizarre shrieking noise like a razor blade on a wire erupted around him. Too deeply engrossed in his show, he paid no attention, shoving his head under his blanket and watching in the blanket's darkness. Surely no one could interrupt him now –
"Hello!"
Miles jumped with a rather undignified squeal, changing his laptop screen from the Steel Samurai to a clip from the Voice, and, with a panicked press of a button, switched Beethoven to an emergency Nicki Minaj album. No one could doubt his manhood now. As he stood up, he failed to notice that a large, blue, British police call box had appeared without warning in his room. The door had opened, and a large-eyed man with sideburns and a mischievous smile was currently standing over him. He was wearing a blue suit that was remarkably similar to a certain defense lawyer that Miles happened to know. The tall, blue-suited man leaned close to Miles and examined him as if he were an extremely interesting science experiment.
"Now, who might you be…?" said the man with sideburns. Miles opened his mouth to answer the question when…
"Oh, I know who you are!" said the unusual blue-suited man. "You're Edgeworth. Miles Edgeworth. Kind of an odd name, that. Where have I heard it before? Edgeworth, Edgeworth, Edgeworth…" The man paced back and forth, deep in thought. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers and spun to face the irritated prosecutor.
"Oh, that Edgeworth! Prosecutor Edgeworth! This makes more sense now!" He extended his hand with a grin. "Huge fan!"
"Huge… fan…?" (I have fans?) "Who are you, and what in the world are you doing in my office?!"
Ignoring the question, the increasingly strange man began counting off on his fingers.
"Won State vs. Engarde – that miracle certainly happen –, took down the smuggling ring, and then there was that tricky bit with DL-6 – ooh, I probably shouldn't have mentioned that."
Miles gave the man his signature glare. "Kindly answer the question."
"I'm the Doctor. Not a doctor, the Doctor. Well, I was a doctor. Well, not for very long. Well, okay, only for a little bit."
(The Doctor? Doctor Who?)
"This still doesn't explain why you're in my office!"
The Doctor's eyes widened suddenly, but just as quickly reverted back to their old selves.
"By the way," said The Doctor, "why on Earth is Nicki Minaj music playing in your office?"
Miles tapped his finger in frustration. "Don't change the subject on me, Mr.… Doctor. Why are you here, and how did you get here?"
The Doctor glanced at the ceiling. "Oh, just sightseeing. You know, hopping from here to there…"
This is when Miles Edgeworth caught sight of the blue police box, happily sitting there behind the couch.
"Where exactly did that come from?" said Miles, folding his arms.
"Oh, nowhere in particular. We just showed up and bam! There it was!"
Miles performed the gesture that is known in many cultures as a "facepalm", the act of lightly smacking your face in exasperation.
"Mr. Doctor, I'm a prosecutor. I've been trained to see through lies. Even a beginner could tell that you're awful at lying."
The Doctor whipped a small wallet out of his pocket, a resigned look on his face.
"Attorney General, at your service. Well, technically you're at my service."
Miles was convinced that something was odd about the paper that The Doctor flashed, but quickly pushed away his doubts.
"You don't really look like the attorney general. Also, I thought the attorney general was supposed to be American…"
"Oh, don't listen to those silly facts!"
Suddenly, there was a loud scream, a nasty gooshing sound, and a series of thumps from outside the office. Miles threw open the door, dashing past The Doctor, whose expression was one more of dismay than surprise. The staircase was covered with a long trail of blood, and there was a final thump, followed by splashing sounds like someone running through a puddle. There was a sound like a door opening, followed by the sound of it slamming shut. Miles Edgeworth stared at the bloody stairs, dumbfounded. This was a rare expression.
"Wh-Whaaaat?!" was his only response.
"Looks like we were too late for Bladi Merder," said The Doctor with a tragic look in his eyes. He could already see what they would find at the bottom of the stairs: Captain Jack, covered in blood, with an expression one part horrified and one part sheepish.
"Sorry, Jack."