The doors open, a writer walks in, he places his hands on his hips and surveys his audience.

"Hello, if you have not read my work for the PW area before I'm Michael Fri of Black Scepter. If you have then you would remember my previous story: Revenant Lawyer."

He folds his arms and gives a confident smile.

"I am pleased to say; I have returned with the sequel to my story. I sincerely hope I can recapture the same flair that Revenant Lawyer had, I've learned a lot from when I first started, and I hope this story can prove it."

He unfolds his arms and he takes out a piece of paper and speaks to the audience once again.

"To help me write the sequel and make this story as good as it can be; I brought some help."

Four more figures walk through the doors, they join Michael and they also survey the audience.

"Please give a warm welcome to my co authors: Count X. Gamlxltoe Nightmare, Mentality at its Worst, and my two brothers Mark and Matt of Black Scepter, please treat them with the same respect you have given me."

Michael gives a warm smile and winks at the audience

"Now without further ado, let's begin the story, have fun."

(Quick note: It takes place after T&T)

Disclaimer: We do not own anything but some new characters and the plot, not Phoenix Wright, or the crossover character (at the end I'll say who he is and where he's from.)

Black Scepter, Count X. Gamlxltoe Nightmare, and Mentality at its Worst presents:

Phoenix Wright

Ace Attorney

Guardian Angels

Prologue: The City of Angels

"Just give me the damn purse!"

Cara Maria never thought this would happen to her, she never would have guessed that when she got off the bus she would have to walk home alone. She also never would have guessed that someone would try to mug her when she put down her grocery bag of bread to unlock her door. She never guessed a lot of things, but she prayed that someone, anyone, would hear her cries for help.

Then it happened, just when the mugger pulled out a knife and was about to stab her, his hand stopped, as if the hand of god grabbed it. The knife shuddered slightly, then flew out of his hands and clattered on the pavement away from him. Then like a hawk swooping down, he came, he leaped from the fire escape and tackled the mugger, Cara couldn't tell what the other man looked like, but he wore a trench coat and had some sort of pouch across his waist. The two men rolled a bit on the pavement until the mugger got up and grabbed his knife. The other man got up as well, but he stared at the knife with an apparent interest, he moved around the mugger, who held his knife at him.

"Well, now what?" The man asked the mugger, "It's your move now, what are you going to do?"

The mugger looked a little shocked, but it quickly changed back to anger.

"You should've minded your own business, now you gotta die for it!"

The man smirked, "Go ahead I invite you to kill me, you'll fail, but you can still try right?"

The mugger yelled out in fury and charged forward holding his knife above his head, obviously aiming for the head. The other man sidestepped his attack, grabbed his arm, twisted it and placed it behind his back, the mugger dropped the knife and the other man threw him against the wall.

"Ah, no!" The mugger yelled out, "D-don't kill me!"

The other man laughed, "Kill you? No, I'm not scum like you, in fact what I'm going to do is let the authorities figure out what to do with you instead."

The other man lifted his hand and a bunch of trashcans moved towards him, and when they were close enough the man bounded the mugger and stuffed him in the trashcan. At that time police sirens could be heard from the distance, the other man paused to hear them and then he walked back towards the fire escape and began to climb it.

"Wait!" Cara called out; the man stopped climbing and looked back at her.

"Thank you," Cara said, "You are an angel from above."

The man frowned and he sighed, "I'm not an angel."

Then the police arrived and when Cara looked back she saw the man was gone, he must have left when she turned her attention away from him. After she talked to the police she went back to the front pouch and picked up her grocery bag, maybe this was her imagination, but she swore she had seven loafs of bread, not six.

"Well, a loaf of bread is better than none," The man frowned as he entered an old building complex.

He walked inside and approached a lift on the other side of the room, he clicked a button, the lift shuddered and it rose up to the higher floor. After awhile the lift finally stopped and the man stepped out and into a room that had a blanket laid out on the floor, a few lamps for light, a plate or two that had crumbs of food on it, and a round bucket of filthy water for washing.

The man took off his trench coat, removed his sheath that held a double bladed katana, untied the package of bread and started to munch on a piece.

"Guess tonight's dinner is bread and…" The man took a cup and poured some dark brown water in it, "… well, maybe not water, just bread then."

The man sighed and he took a few more bites of the slice of bread, he sat there in the silence, focused on eating his slice of bread.

Then something disturbed his thoughts, and his dinner.

"Now that doesn't look like an appetizing meal."

The man stopped, then in a flash he unsheathed his katana and pointed it at the source of the voice.

"Whoa, whoa!" The person yelled when the katana pointed at him, "Put the sharp objects away, I'm not your enemy."

"Who are you?" The man asked.

He heard a chuckle and the figure stepped out into the light; the person was a man, he had short black hair which was close to his head except for some small bangs on his forehead, he wore a brown trench coat which was unbuttoned completely, he had a clear Irish accent when he spoke.

"My name is Doyle," The man answered, "I'm your friend."

"Doyle…" The man repeated, and Doyle nodded, "Why am I supposed to believe that you're my friend?"

Doyle chuckled, "Because, a friend would help you get a better meal than this."

The man raised an eyebrow, "You must have another reason than to give charity to a guy like me."

Doyle gave a friendly smile, "Well, there is one thing I need to talk to you about, but first let's get some food, you like hamburgers?"

The man watched in complete amazement as Doyle started eating his fifth hamburger.

"Who's the hungry one, me or you?" The man asked, and Doyle smiled sheepishly.

"I'm sorry I hadn't had these in a long time," Doyle explained as a waitress set another plate down, "They're amazing."

Suddenly without warning the waitress turned and slapped Doyle, apparently she thought he was commenting on something else than the hamburgers.

"So, what is it that you want with me?" The man asked Doyle, who was rubbing his cheek that received the slap.

Doyle grinned a little and said, "Let me tell you a story first."

"I'm not one for stories," The man cut him off, but Doyle still grinned.

"Oh you'll be interested in this one, it's a story about two brothers," Doyle said, and the man didn't interrupt him this time so he continued, "Ok there are two brothers, one was a detective and he was pretty good at his job, the other one was more known; he was a lawyer. A prodigy in fact, the best at his job, but tragedy struck and he was killed. But you see his spirit still haunted the courtroom, he was called the Revenant Lawyer"

"I know this already," The man interrupted, "But what does Leo Lionheart have to do with this?"

Doyle paused, "Oh, him? Absolutely nothing."

The man raised his eyebrow, and Doyle continued, "This actually has to do with his brother; Alex Lionheart. He was killed too, and like his brother they were also both spirits and both of them ended up fading away… except for you; Alex."

Alex Lionheart looked at Doyle, his face full of pain, "Do you know why, by some trick of fate, that not only I survived the explosion, but also back alive. Why I'm resurrected and not my brother?"

Doyle frowned, "I'm not sure, but I need your help Alex."

Alex frowned, "My help?"

Doyle nodded, "Yes, are you aware of something called Project N-E-G-A-T-I-O-N?"

Alex paused, "Yes, It has to do with our law and our justice system, more specifically it is-,"

"Not here!" Doyle cut him off, he took a quick look around and he said, "This area is too dangerous to talk about it, listen, go to Los Angeles and look for someone."

Doyle took a napkin and began to write a series of numbers and he said, "I can give you his address, but you need to find him on your own."

"What about you?" Alex asked and Doyle gave him the napkin.

"I need to handle something first, can I trust you to find this man?"

Alex looked at the napkin and he shook his head, "No I can't do it, I'm not a hero, I-,"

"You saved that woman from that mugger," Doyle interrupted, "You saved a lot of people, and in five seconds, your going to catch a waitress that will slip and fall."

Alex looked confused, "I'm going to what?"

And sure enough a waitress walking by slipped backwards and Alex reached out and caught her; Doyle smirked as Alex helped her up.

"How did you-,"

"Long story short," Doyle said as he got up, "I'm a seer."

Alex raised his eyebrows again, "A seer?"

"Yes, a seer for The Powers That Be," Doyle answered.

(Play: The Powers That Be – For the Reunion, Nobuo Uematsu)

"What is The Powers That Be?" Alex asked.

"The Powers That Be are all that is good in this world, to put it bluntly; they're the good guys."

"And you're their seer?" Alex clarified, and Doyle nodded.

"I get visions from them, images of people in danger or people who need help, The Powers That Be showed me you in a vision, that's how I found you."

Alex shook his head as if to clear some confusion, "What does have to with-,"

Suddenly it hit Alex, it hit him so hard that he stood up and he breathed, "No…"

Doyle nodded, "There are some… dangerous people after that project, project N-E-G-A-T-I-O-N, and if they get it, well it will end badly for everyone."

"The secret in that briefcase will destroy everything we believe in," Alex said, "I stopped it from being released many years ago, but I thought it was destroyed."

"Apparently it's not," Doyle frowned, "So… are you going to help?"

Alex nodded, he took the napkin that had the address and put it in his pocket. Doyle nodded and he was heading for the restaurant's exit when Alex called out.

"What makes you think that this guy will help us?"

Doyle turned to him and answered, "This wouldn't be the first time that this man had helped a Lionheart before. He'll help you."

Doyle left and Alex looked at the phone number and his face went pale, he never thought he would have to face this man again. But this wasn't the time to be picky, if what Doyle said was true; he couldn't pick and choose his allies, he just had to stop this secret from ever being released, and maybe get the redemption he is looking for.

(End: The Powers That Be - For The Reunion)

Meanwhile, in a city far off from here; Phoenix Wright was just waking up…

Prologue

The City of Angels

End

The story begins, hope it started off well.

Oh yeah and Doyle is from the TV show Angel, he is NOT from PW and he is NOT an original character.