hmfan: You could see this as a sequel for Evidence, but it has a completely different tone to it. It's not meant to be serious, I'm just practicing my dry humor and plot development. Takes place after PW: TT. I haven't played it, but I have played Apollo Justice. I won't tell you if I'm putting spoilers in it or not...I find that a stupid disclaimer. How the hell would people distinguish spoilers from plain fanfiction? I guess there are some in here - just to be nice.

March 2, 2018

Wright Law and Co.

"Maya!" Phoenix pulled up his pants, sitting on the couch, "Maya, are you okay in there? Was it the seafood?" He heard his partner continuously hurl. It was a quarter to twelve, but he couldn't leave without her. They needed to meet their client at the detention center soon. He cracked his neck, then rubbed it. "Damn, I can't find my tie." Looking around, he found various articles of clothing, but not his red tie.

Mystic Maya exited the bathroom, covering herself with a robe, and slightly pouting, "My stomach is sick. Where's Pearls?"

Nick rolled his eyes, "We dropped her off at Larry's last night."

Everything hit her suddenly, and her eyes widened in shock, "Oh, yeah," she sighed, slumping into the couch beside him, "How long are we going to keep this up, Nick?"

"Keep what up? It's not like we're dating."

Maya was a bit hurt by his nonchalant excuse for what they did with each other, "Y-Yeah, I know, but..." she wanted something more. "For weeks now, we've been going at it anytime we could. Don't you think that's weird?"

He shrugged, blushing to himself, "No, like I said the first time we did it, there's nothing wrong with it. We do it because it feels good just like you watch Steel Samurai. You do like what we do, right?" He shuddered, imagining himself put on trial for some form of rape or molestation.

She blushed, nodding, "If there's nothing wrong with it, why do we have to keep it a secret. That makes no sense at all."

He agreed, "Not everyone agrees with me, Maya."

She wanted to say, "What if I got pregnant?" but that didn't seem right for now. To her, it never seemed right. Having a child would change everything. She wouldn't be able to do cases with him, she'd have to stay home and take care of the kid. If Phoenix were to feel guilty, he'd put his own work in jeopardy and help her. Her hand rested on her stomach, and she frowned, finally saying, "What do you want, Phoenix?"

"What do you mean?" he hadn't been asked that question in a very long time. Not in this tense at least.

"What are we? What am I to you? Am I like your little sister? Am I like your daughter? What, Phoenix?"

The description once fit her well, but now as Phoenix considered those title, they didn't fit. Surely siblings or father/daughter would never do what they did last night. "I'm not sure anymore, Maya. We'll always be friends, but...I'm not sure." He wanted to push the envelope and ask for what he promised himself he'd never mention. He wanted to pour out his hidden feelings and let the obvious run free in a plea.

Maya nodded, "Friends...I suppose that's most important." It was still quite confusing. "I don't want to hold you back, ever, Phoenix."

"What do you mean by that?" he quirked an eyebrow.

She smiled, "I know you care about me, but I'm an adult now. I can take care of myself. If I am to get into some trouble again, I want to rescue myself."

"Okay," he blew it off as early-morning talk.

The truth was, the office got a lot warmer these days. Phoenix would let his eye wander towards Maya and let his mind wander further. Maya would blush at any contact from Phoenix inside and outside the courtoom. And whenever Pearl made note of it, the silence was more uncomfortable.

Phoenix felt guilty for taking her some of her innocence from her child-like behavior. After that night he laid her down their relationship had become altered, in a sense. The two went far beyond what people would consider friendly. Neither had explored this level of intimacy, but like teenagers, they quickly went past the point of no return. It was an addicting game they couldn't get enough of. Bedtime had taken on a more appealing meaning.

The initiation happened at the most random of times. There didn't have to be anything leading up to it, it just happened with no objections.

Maya panted as Phoenix collapsed on her under the covers, "Ah, what time is it, Nick? I knew we didn't have any time."

He kissed her to silence, giving a shrug, "I doubted his innocence from day one. I'll let the state handle him."

"Why do you say that?" Maya asked with a childish wonder.

He touched his temple, smirking, "Lawyer's intuition." Truth was, that case would have been big money. He couldn't lay the blame on my, however. He let her gush at his 'intuitive' skills.

She grinned, but then frowned, "Nick, I have doctor's appointment soon, but I need to show you something tonight. Please be there."

"You go to the doctor?" he laughed, never remembering her go. Maya then pushed him off and onto the floor, dashing for the bathroom. "Weird girl." He got back onto the couch and leaned back.

September 24, 2025(?)

Honey and Cloves Apartment Complex

Day One of Investigation

I looked into the mirror to see me, a boy almost eight years old and not that tall. He looked nothing like his mother. I sighed. His hair was easy to comb, but it was brown. His eyes were black, but they weren't round. Even his nose didn't look like hers. "Mom, am I adopted?"

"No!" she yelled from the kitchen to the bathroom. "I told you that already."

I sighed, leaning on the basin of the sink, "Then I must get it from my father...whoever he is." No school today, good thing, too. "Mom, where's my comb?"

"I had to borrow it, son. It's on my dresser."

In her bedroom? We lived in a small apartment in the city. Her bedroom was straight across from mine. I'm not good at finding things. I looked through all of her drawers, but one in particular caught my eye, "To Maya Fey?" That's my mom's name. The letter was unsigned, but read,

Dear Maya,

I lost my badge, so I started playing the piano. Certain occurrences have caused me to desire a laid-back lifestyle. I just need to know you're okay.

The return address, however, was written as, "You know where to find me." Should I raise suspicion? I shook my head, and found the comb sticking out of the top drawer. I stood on my toes to reach it, and out came a few articles of clothing plus a picture. Hm...the back of the picture remained vacant. If I ask mom about it, she'll scold me for looking in her stuff. I need to be sly.

I put everything back, almost too perfectly and ran to the kitchen, "Mom."

She looked down at me, with a serious face on. When I was younger, she decided to become a chef of all things. That was back when we left Kurain. Most of the week she'd stay in the kitchen, cooking with such determination. She wiped her forehead, "Yeah, squirt?" She squatted, making eyelevel with me.

"Do you know a piano player?"

She didn't contemplate at all, and answered naturally, "Well," my heart grew eager, "Mozart. Wasn't that his name? Immediate Mozart, right?"

I sighed, sitting in a dining room chair to await my breakfast, "Did you know any personally?"

Lost in her cooking, she failed to answer anything I asked. I hate being frank, so I rode my bike along the sidewalk outside. Since we moved here, I haven't made any friends.

It's not that I miss Kurain, I hated being pressured as an heir. The first male leader to have the powers of a medium, they said. At the same time, they spoke harshly of my origin. "How lewd of Miss Fey to bring this child with her!" What was so bad about not having a father?

"I'm going to play marbles with Frank, Mom. I'll be back." she didn't answer as I left out the door. I had not friend named Frank, but she never questioned that. She never questioned much at all. I'd go out and take a walk, or ride my bike and come back when food was on the table. That was a rare occasion.

The city we lived in was large but not busy; peaceful but not quiet; happy but not pleasant. I rode my bike along the beach and down the street into the town's shopping zone. Sunny days such as these are deceiving, I concluded, witnessing a car accident not far away from the intersection I was soon to cross.

It was about noon when I stopped my bike sharply, realizing I was in the middle of the street. A very nice convertible was inches away from my bike. Someone stepped out of the car, "What the hell are you doing, kid?" His hair was combed down and he had ruffles on his shirt, overdressed for any occasion. Surprisingly he had no accent. His eyes widened, and he stammered back, "P-Phoenix?"

A smirk crossed my lips, "No, this isn't Arizona, old man!" I pushed my peddle to the floor, riding away swiftly, "Like my mother said: When you go against a Fey; You'll absolutely pay!" This was out of character for me. But what were the chances of me seeing him again?

I stopped my bike again. Only not so sharply. Had my mother's innocent oblivion been rubbing off on me? That man wasn't naming the city of Phoenix. I've heard that word...no name before. I almost want to say my mother was once familiar with him. He must have some connection to my origin. If not - no...his reaction to seeing me. Yes, he was too rich to be that dumb. Pheonix must have a significance. I sped back, hoping to find that man again. Damn, I'd have have no alibi to my previous disrespect. He probably wouldn't want to see my face again.

It wasn't hard to find that car again - big, red, and fancy. I rode along the sidewalk, following him. He stopped, rolling down the window. His expression returned but then went plain, "What is it, you little brat? You should be thankful I saved your life!"

"S-Sorry, sir."

"I don't buy that!" he tried to drive off, but I held on to the window.

I gritted my teeth, "Why did you call me Pheonix?" I shouted, nearly falling off my bike.

He looked off to the side, but then looked back at me, "Something obliges me to withhold that information from you...whoever you are."

"My name is Spike Fey."

"Of Kurain?"

"That's irrelevant to this conversation, isn't it? My original request is to find why you called the name 'Phoenix' when you looked at me intensely." I crossed my arms, letting my smirk grow wide.

The man scoffed, elapsing into deep thought for a while. Although when he looked back to me, he looked a bit stumped, "He's an old friend of mine. Once he got involved with the Feys he suddenly disappeared. Are you Maya's son?"

I couldn't let us get off topic by disclosing redundant information, "Did Maya know Phoenix?" he nodded, bidding a good bye and handing me his card. He sped off. "Damn," I can't ask mom anything now. She'll get defensive and effusive then drink coffee and beer all night long as she did with most heavy subjects.

I'd need a new identity.

I'd need to withhold everything I learned until the very end.

I'd need to start now.

There was only one Phoenix in this city and I'd already found him. "Phoenix Wright Talent Agency, at your service. Yeah, Dad, we just got a call! Hello, how may I help you?"

This Phoenix Wright already had a daughter? I cleared my throat, "Is Phoenix Wright there? I need to talk to him immediately." I talked as deeply as I could, like a man, only for the girl on the other end to laugh.

"Oh, Dad, it's for you." there was a pause.

Someone else's voice came to the phone, "Yellow."

'Yellow' is so old, "This is..." I couldn't use my true name, "Seth...Edwards. H-Have you ever heard of Maya Fey?" Was I being too blunt? He didn't respond. "My sources say you once knew her." I blushed when he laughed, too. Maybe I should drop the masculine front. I'd probably be better off impersonating my mother, "Tell me of your connections to her!" I demanded in no longer a polite tone.

His voice rose, "Is she okay? Nothing bad has happened, has it?" His once laid back tone now sounded flippant.

"Of course. My concern is your relationship with her. You seem to have been very close to her." How are babies made? Back at Kurain, they said one phrase. I asked mom and she wouldn't explain anything about it - only getting flustered and making an excuse. Ugh, I can't believe I'm going to ask this, "Did you two ever make-out?"

There was another long pause, then a burst of laughter, "Wha- Why would that matter?"

"Answer the question, Mr. Wright! Did you ever kiss my mother?!"

"Your mother?"

I hung up the phone and laid back on my bed. Damn, blew my cover. Tears streamed down my face. Suddenly I felt the need to have a father. To have a true identity. It seemed I just appeared out of no where. I had no home.

"Squirt," called my mom, entering my room, "what's wrong?"

I couldn't tell her anything, "I almost got hit by a car today and it scared me. Waaaaaaah!"

Silly of my mother to believe me and join in with me, "I'm sorry, son. Maybe I should be more watchful of you!" She hugged me tightly. My mom looked a lot like my Aunt now although for the most part she didn't change much. She was still the same, kid-at-heart, sincerely kind Maya Fey. "We should have a Steel Samurai marathon and eat ramen noodles and hamburgers all day tomorrow."

The sobfest lasted longer than I could handle, "Okay Mom." She fell asleep on my head, "Mom, come on!" I've always hated to see her cry, but I hate her falling asleep on me as well. "Mom, you need to sleep in your own room."

"No, I don't want to," she hugged me tightly as she woke up, "I want to stay in here with my son. Come on, let's have a slumber party in the living room."

I shook my head, "I'm pretty tired. I have a...uh...marble tournament with...Frank tomorrow."

She pouted and whined and pouted more, "So you can't play some Monopoly with your own mother? Okay then..." Finally she left, closing the door slowly behind her.

I often wondered if Mom got lonely. Everyday she'd make breakfast, go to work for three hours then return to watch TV all day. She had a few fare weather friends that came and went as quickly as days went by. We didn't associate with much of our family either. She'd occasionally call Pearl. I don't recall her ever going on a date or having a boyfriend. Now that I think about it, I was probably her best and only friend - only person she could talk to, and she still couldn't say anything that was on her mind.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my PDA. "The definition of lonely...without companions - casted out socially ...alone." I frowned the smiled, "She can't be alone completely...I'm...with her." I cracked open the door to see my mother alone at the couch shouting things at the TV with tears flowing from her eyes. "I'm not with her."

Minutes later, I exited my room in full pajama wear with emoticons tattooed on the fabric and Monopoly tucked under my arm. I was sure not to forget a smile and cleared my throat, "I can stay up all night, Mom?"

She turned her head back to me, wiping her eyes to only release tears of joy, "You look so cute! I'll go get the ice cream tonight we can eat out the big carton - oh and cookies, too. I made some really good Oatmeal Rasin cookies because I know you like those and...and milk, too. You set up the board game and get the movie started." I believed she was more excited than I was, but that didn't bother me.

I wondered who else could bring the same tears of joy to my mother's eyes.

September 24, 2025

Wright's Anything Agency

Apollo looked through the phone books quickly, tearing some pages, "I can't find it, Mr. Wright!"

Phoenix nodded, leaning back in his chair and looking out into the night's sky. The mention of Maya Fey only made his memories of her more clear. He had to find her soon. His feelings were to strong to let another day go by without seeing her. Remembering her seemed to turn him into the slightly neurotic lawyer he once was, "I'm stepping out. Stay here with Trucy, I'll be back."

He decided to take a stroll out into the dark moonlit streets. With his hands tucked into his pockets, he moved forward, slowly. "Maya...if you wanted to leave that badly, I'm sorry for keeping you that long, but since I have you now, I'm going to make you happy to be with me." If they were to meet, he wouldn't have anything to say to her. According to his predicted feelings he'd be mad then sad then happy, so he'd have to carefully choose an appropriate greeting.

"I loved you then, but not as much as I do now." Too forward, it's been too long to say something as strong as that.

He'd need to keep back his strong emotion, "It's been seven years and they lied - time doesn't heal it hurts."

Maybe something that had her guessing like, "About time." That'd be a little impersonal, even if it were said with a smile.

"Moments like these turn me into a kid again," he said truthfully to himself then considered saying it to Maya, "hopefully you're not much older." Was that too complex? Would that make her think too hard? Probably so since it left Phoenix thinking for a good five minutes.

The entire conversation, however, was dependant on him locating her.

Then, his cellphone rang, "Ah, Edgeworth? What is it? You never call me."

"Perhaps I'm just 'checking on' an old friend." 'checking on' didn't sound right coming from him, however he proceeded, "Anyway, I ran into a boy whom strikingly resembled you and called himself 'Spike'...ahem...'Spike Fey'."

Phoenix's fingers loosened their grip on the cell phone, but dismissed whatever thought ran through his mind, "Did he have any relation to Maya?"

"Well, he didn't say. He did ask about her and yourself, so I'm sure if there was a relation between the two, it was casual. The whole conversation perplexes me at this point."

"Was there anything else? How old is he?"

"No, not really and he seemed to be about seven, eight, nine, I don't know. I just thought I'd tell you!" The phone clicked off without a goodbye of any sort.

"How sweet," Phoenix muttered, sarcastically. "So she must be in town and she must have a son." He never thought Maya was capable to have a child, only because she was so young. He then wondered how she would react to Trucy. "Hm. I'll pay her a visit sooner than I thought," he then stood in front of some incriminating evidence.