I've had the idea for this for a while. Basically, since Lana was described as caring before SL-9, I think she'd be one to be concerned with Edgeworth, always the angsty one. XD Anyway, if you could read and review, that would mean a lot to me!

I apologize in advance for any typos made. Or if it's not coherent. I wrote this quickly, so... yeah. =)

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"Hey! Lana!"

Lana Skye looked up to see her colleagues, Neil and Jake Marshall waving at her. She waved back, and made her way through the crowd of conversing people to see them.

"Hi Jake, Neil." She nodded to her companions. "Um…can you remind me again what's going on? I think I missed the memo." Tucking her hair behind one ear, she laughed nervously. "I didn't miss anyone's birthday, did I?"

"Ha!" Jake laughed. "No problemo, m'am. See, there's a new kid in town."

"What he means…" said Neil, cutting off his younger brother, "is that there's a new prosecutor. Name of Miles Edgeworth."

"Edgeworth…Edgeworth…" Lana murmured to herself. She racked through her knowledge of past cases. "As in…DL-6?"

"Yup," Neil nodded solemnly. "Gregory Edgeworth's kid. Raised by that von Karma fella."

"Really?!" Lana exclaimed. "…and now he's already a prosecutor? DL-6 was about eleven years ago, right? So now he's…"

"Twenty," said Jake, cutting off his older brother in retaliation. "Only twenty years old." He tipped his hat and smirked. "Young little bronco, ain't he?"

Still glaring at Jake, Neil whispered to Lana, "I've heard he's some sort of genius, that Edgeworth kid. Prob'ly because of what von Karma taught him."

"Yeah," Lana said, only half-listening. She glanced at the crowd. "Hey Neil," she said. "Where is he?"

"There." Jake pointed to the corner at a young man. Lana observed him. His greyed hair hung slightly over his dark eyes that bore a serious expression. Dressed in some sort of extravagant uniform, his arms were crossed as he looked immensely irritated by the detective that was speaking to him so enthusiastically.

As Lana began to walk away, Jake grabbed onto her arm. "Just where do you think you're goin'? M'am?" he added quickly.

She smiled at him uncertainly. "To greet him, of course. It's only right, as one of the head detectives…"

"I don't think he really wants to be disturbed," said Neil solemnly. "I heard he's still upset over his first case. And it's already been a week…"

"Really? What happened?"

Looking around to make sure no one else was watching, Neil leaned in and whispered, "His first trial ended with the death of the defendant. But, from what I've heard, the defense attorney had him stuck in a corner until the end."

"…and?"

"'And' what?" Neil gave her a puzzled look. "He's been raised under the von Karma roof. Do you know what Manfred von Karma's like?"

Lana returned an equally puzzled look. "All I know is that he's never lost a case-"

"Exactly. They strive for perfection. They take it very, very seriously."

"…Oh…"

"So, let's not bother him, 'kay?" Jake pitched in.

Lana smiled slightly. "I think it's all the more reason to, actually." She turned around, and walked away, leaving Neil and Jake staring at her.

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"Hello…erm…Miles?"

Miles Edgeworth looked up sharply. He saw a young woman with light brown hair smiling at him. He frowned. Why is she smiling? But, remembering his manners, he bowed slightly. "Hello. And, you are?"

The woman smiled. "Lana. Lana Skye." She extended a hand to shake, but Edgeworth kept his arms crossed.

"Detective Skye!" exclaimed the enthused detective that had been previously torturing Edgeworth. "I didn't know you'd be here!"

Lana Skye laughed softly. "Why on earth would you think that, Gumshoe? The entire police force has been invited."

"Oh, right," Gumshoe mumbled. "Well, I guess since Chief Gant wasn't here…"

"He'll be arriving soon," Lana said shortly. "Now, Gumshoe, if you don't mind, I'd like to have a word with Miles here."

"Miles?" Gumshoe bore a look of utter confusion. "…Oh! You mean Mr. Edgeworth! Got it." He began to walk away. "See ya later, sir!" he called joyously.

As he disappeared into the crowd, Edgeworth let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you," he mumbled. "He hasn't left me alone since…that trial…" At this, he looked away. He only heard Lana say, "Actually, that's what I wanted to talk to you about."

Edgeworth turned his head back around quickly, with a look of anger and, perhaps, embarrassment on his face. "Have you come to laugh at the disgrace of a prosecutor that everyone has been talking about? Go on! Laugh!"

As soon as he said this, he looked up at Lana and noticed that she didn't look as though she had come to ridicule him. She had a look of concern, sympathy. And hurt. Edgeworth, feeling horribly guilty, turned around again, unable to meet her eyes.

"I-…I apologize," he choked out. "I…I thought…"

Lana smiled sadly at him. This must be what all of those years under such a harsh mentor has done to him.

She gripped his shoulder encouragingly. "It's no problem. And," she pulled him to turn him back around and looked him square in the eye. "Don't be too hard on yourself, okay?"

Edgeworth looked into her eyes. They were very pretty, he noticed. Oddly comforting. They seemed to be endless, so honest. Wait, why am I noticing this…? he thought. Also, he realized that she was standing rather closely to him. He could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks. He had never stood so close to a girl before. There was Franziska, of course, but she didn't really count.

Despite her smile and eyes, Edgeworth couldn't just wish away his worries about his first trial. He stared back at her coldly. "No such words can change what happened, Ms. Skye."

Lana stepped back. "True, but…" She paused to think, or at least pretended to. "Wasn't it a mistrial?"

"Yes, so?"

"So…" Lana said, smiling again. "The trial was invalid. It never happened. So…you don't have to remember it, do you?"

"…!"

"So, next time, you'll just be starting with a clean slate. I've heard how important your…perfection is to you." Lana looked up at him. "So."

Edgeworth's look of surprise soon transformed into a smirk. "Of course. I have already considered that."

"Then why did you look so shocked?"

"…Because…I was surprised that a mere detective would have such knowledge of the law," he spoke, regaining a pompous air. "The only detectives I've encountered don't even know Miranda Rights from their Bill of Rights."

Lana laughed. Edgeworth looked at her with a mildly confused expression.

"Well, it just so happens that this 'mere detective' is a bit smarter than the average bear, hm?" She turned to leave. "I'll see you later, then, Miles." As she began to walk-

"Edgeworth."

Lana turned back around. "Hm?"

"Please, just call me Edgeworth," said Edgeworth seriously. "I…don't go by 'Miles'."

Lana grinned. She said, "Alright. I'll see you later, Prosecutor Edgeworth," and departed into the crowd.

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A few minutes later, Gumshoe returned with a cup of water in hand. He extended it to Edgeworth, who rejected it without looking.

"…Is something the matter, sir?"

"…Detective."

Gumshoe straightened up. "Yes, sir!"

"What do you know about Detective Lana Skye?"

Gumshoe looked down at his young boss. He had a look of intent concentration toward the crowd of people in the center of the room, all making small talk. He didn't look as though he was looking at or for anyone in particular, but rather was lost in thought. It was rather philosophical-looking, Gumshoe believed.

"Lana? I mean, uh, Detective Skye?" Gumshoe corrected himself in response to Edgeworth's stern glare. "Oh, she's a sweet gal, always looking out for others. Sweet kid sister, too. And, she's a smart one, Lana. She even beat most of the prosecutors in our Police Station vs. Prosecutor's Office Trivia game last year!" He puffed out his chest proudly. "We won with her on our side."

"…"

"Um… and I also know that she studied to become a prosecutor in school," Gumshoe added, feeling that Edgeworth wanted more information. "She was the top of her class, I heard. But now, she's working as a detective to have some work in the field."

Edgeworth turned and looked at Gumshoe. "Thank you, Detective," he said seriously, with a small smile. "That will be all."

Gumshoe, taking this as a sign of acceptance, beamed proudly. "Thank you, sir! I'm glad I could help!" He bounded off to join the crowd

As the bumbling detective departed, Edgeworth's thoughts returned to that other, calm, collected, kind detective. Never before had he experienced such kindness. At least, not that he could remember.

Lana Skye…I hope we have the opportunity to meet again.

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So, I'm hoping to make this longer (hopefully extending to SL-9 or perhaps slightly after), but I would like some feedback on this first!

Also, even though I'm an adamant FranziskaxEdgeworth supporter, I still don't think that 20-year-old Edgeworth would fall in love with a 13-year-old girl. So, any shippers of that pairing, please don't be offended.

Thanks for reading! Please review!