A/N: Hey hey guys! Welcome to Apollo Gramarye, the AU where Apollo grew up with the Gramaryes. This story starts with Thalassa rejoining the troupe, and through to the end of Apollo Justice.

I don't know how much of Dual Destinies, or Spirit of Justice I'll do. It really depends on how much of those games will be impacted by what happens in this story.

The first set of chapters in this story are snapshots of Apollo's early life.

Enough rambling! Here we go!

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Chapter One: The Troupe

Thalassa stared at the tour bus that belonged to Troupe Gramarye, a small, squirming bundle wrapped in her arms. A tiny hand peeked out, gripping a lock of her hair, calling her attention to it. She leaned in and kissed the top of the baby's forehead, a small tear escaping from her eyes and dripping onto the six months old cheek. He let out a small, surprised squeak, kicking slightly.

"Shh… shh… it's okay, Apollo. It's okay," she said softly, snuggling the baby until he settled down. She then looked up again.

Three months ago, her first husband, the father of Apollo, died in a tragic accident while performing on stage. Now, basically homeless and with a child, she had to come crawling back to her father's Troupe in hopes of being welcomed.

First, she had to talk to Magnifi Gramarye.

With one more deep breath, she stepped forward and knocked on the door to the tour bus. It opened, revealing a man with long, black hair, dressed in yellow.

"Th-Thalassa?" he gasped. She smiled slightly.

"Hello, Valant. How are you?" she asked softly.

"G-good. Surprised to see you here. How have you been?" he asked. Thalassa looked away slightly, more years entering her eyes. Valant bit his lip, realizing he hit a painful nerve.

"Whose at the door, Valant?" a voice demanded from inside. The man studied Thalassa once more, before looking in.

"It's uh… it's your daughter… sir…" he said awkwardly.

Silence filled the bus for a moment longer, before an impatient sigh came from within.

"Let her in."

Valant stepped aside, and Thalassa stepped up, glancing down once to make sure Apollo was okay. The little boy had fallen asleep. She then turned and faced her father. He was standing in the doorway that led into a small bedroom, an aura of power surrounding him. To his left, at the table, sat Zak Gramarye. Valant slipped passed Thalassa and took a seat next to Zak.

"Hello, Father," Thalassa said softly.

"Thalassa. I thought I told you that you were no longer welcome," Magnifi growled, before noticing the bundle in her arms. A sneer crossed his face.

"Please, Father, hear me out. I need help. My husband… he died… and Apollo and I need somewhere to go…"

"You need somewhere to go," Magnifi repeated, looking back up at Thalassa, the sneer still in place.

"Please, Father," Thalassa pleaded, her eyes welling with tears. "Please…"

"Fine. You may rejoin the troupe," he said. His two students glanced at each other, sensing there would be an ultimatum. "If you give him up for adoption."

"What!?" Thalassa gasped, clutching the little bundle closer to her heart. Apollo squirmed slightly in his sleep, gripping Thalassa's hair a little tighter.

"You heard me."

"No… Father no. I can't. Apollo is my son, he's all I have left of him. Please… you must understand at least that?"

Magnifi stayed quiet, the look on his face stoic, not reacting once to her words. More tears rolled down Thalassa's cheeks, and she looked down, studying the boy in her arms.

Realization struck.

"Father… we're surrounded by press…" she said softly, stroking Apollo's cheek. "What would they say if they found out a Gramarye, direct descendent of the Magnifi Gramarye, was turned away? What would happen to our image?" she asked, never once looking up. Silence once more ruled the small space, making Zak and Valant highly uncomfortable.

"Fine," Magnifi growled, turning back towards the door with a swoosh of his black cape. "Both you and the… bastard child can stay." Thalassa's arms tightened even more around the baby. "But he will never be a Gramarye."

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A/N: Thus the ending of the first chapter! Magnifi's a jerk, ain't he? Don't worry, Magnifi will get worse…

Well, onto working on the outline of a different story.