A/n: This story came into my mind while I was exercising. I love Klavier and Apollo, so I wrote this story with them in mind. Dedicated to Jo.

Translation:

Mein Gott: My God,　Mein Lieber: my dear/love,　Mein Herz schlägt schnell: my heart beats fast,　Mein Ziel kommt noch: my turn will come, 　Mir ist schwindelig: my head swims, 　Ich Liebe Dich: I love you,　Du gibst aber an!: My you are fussy, 　auf meine bitte: at my request, 　Eltern: parents,　Ich verliere die Geduld:I'm losing my patience,　deine arbet last viel zu wünschen übrig: your work leaves a lot to be desired,　Meine Engel: My angel.

Meine Engel

Apollo had never cared for languages other than his native tongue.

At least, not until he met a certain prosecutor who had decided to torment him with every word possible, in another language.

True, it drove him crazy to no end. The words he didn't understand, the fact he was a rock star, the clothes that seemed to be alluring to most of the female population and that sexy European accent…

Wait, did he just think that Klavier Gavin's voice was downright sexy?

No, must've been something that Trucy had mentioned…

He carefully rounded the corner carrying four scolding hot cups of coffee, since Mr. Wright had reminded him that he needed to spend an all-nighter trying to finish this case so once again he could prove Klavier wrong in court. Even though the Jurist system was proving to be working, Apollo still had to understand the case backwards and forwards before he even set foot into the court room. Klavier had shown to be a tough opponent with or without the court room as a setting. Getting enough evidence to go on had been harder when Klavier put his mind to making the defense attorney's life that more miserable.

He could see the front door of the office now, the light coming in through the glass was enough to show him that Mr. Wright and Trucy were still working hard and hadn't skipped out on him like they'd been known to do other nights.

A small pop like a car backfiring and suddenly the ground seemed to move closer to Apollo's face. Spilling the piping hot liquid and crashing with a thud, it seemed those Chords of Steel came in handy as a wet, sticky substance began to taint his shirt and vest.

An ear piercing scream he could barely recognize as his own filled the air and then nothing.

Waking with a start, Apollo tried to sit up, immediately startled to see a certain blonde man leaning over the bed smiling.

"Herr Forehead. Guten Morgen!" Klavier smiled, gently raising his arms to push the smaller defense attorney back onto the bed.

Wait, a bed? White walls, room smelling of cleaning products and… was that morphine? A drip? Where the hell was he? Why was Klavier here… Oh.

"K-Klavier…" Apollo barely understood what he was saying. It was quiet and sounded painful. "Why does my body feel like it's on fire…?"

Klavier's face fell.

"There was an accident, Forehead. You got…" Klavier bit his tongue in thought, "… very badly hurt."

Apollo, meanwhile, was studying his surroundings. He'd never seen this type of room at the Hickfield Clinic. Where exactly was he?

"Um… Klavier… you don't mind if I call you that, do you? Could you tell me where I am?"

The prosecutor looked surprised and then smiled. "I don't mind, Forehead. Well, your injuries," Apollo noticed Klavier said the word with such disdain, like it was dirty almost, "were too severe for the normal clinic, so they moved you here. And before you start mouthing off about costs, don't worry, they are covered. But I do wish you would get private cover… auf meine bitte…" Klavier mumbled the last words so softly, the attorney didn't catch them.

Apollo's eyes were wide, taking in the information slowly, biting his lip before nodding.

"Now can you tell me what happened?"

Klavier Gavin sighed. This was exactly why Mr. Wright should have stayed with Apollo instead.

"So I managed to spill coffee all over me resulting in severe burns?" Apollo Justice had never been so embarrassed ever. Klavier merely nodded, barely noticing the pink glow on Apollo's cheeks.

"Ja. You gave your head a mighty thumping and the bullet left a nice scar on your hip…"

"Wait… B-b-bullet?"

"Oh." Klavier stopped in thought. Of course he didn't know he'd been shot, Klavier had only just pointed this out.

Immediately Apollo lifted his hospital shirt and saw the gauze and bandages that wound their way around his hips. A sharp intake of breath brought pain.

He lay back down quickly, clutching at his side, whimpering.

Klavier had never seen anyone so defenseless.

It was then that Mr. Wright and Trucy decided to return.

"He woke up," Klavier stated as Trucy bounced to her brother's side.

"Polly, are you okay?" Her eyes were wide with both concern and frustration. Apollo tried to answer her question but failed in his attempt due to painful gasping. The Hobo man just seemed to smile as he placed a folder at the end of Apollo's bed.

"We won the case," he said matter-of-factly. Apollo tried once again to create a sentence that did not consist of painful gasps.

"Thank… you" His face flushed, sweat across his head and his eyes unfocused, Apollo was happy at the fact he was able to get out one sentence almost gasp free.

Klavier stood up. "As much as I enjoy idle chit-chat, I have a job and therefore must attend to it. However, since we haven't yet caught whoever took a shot at you, a detective will be placed at your door at all times, capiche?"

Trucy laughed at Klavier's attempt at an Italian accent. Apollo just found it downright humiliating.

Spinning on his heel, Klavier Gavin left the room and Mr. Wright settled himself in his place.

"It's not me you should thank," Phoenix Wright had pronounced right at the end of their conversation. It was getting close to midnight, but he decided to stay with Apollo until the young attorney had fallen asleep. Apollo had needed a hell of a lot of morphine and Phoenix had decided to try and keep the conversation off of topics that might distress the boy. In the large hospital bed, he looked so tiny and frail, exactly like a child and not like a young man of twenty-two.

A soft knock and then the creaking of the door alerted Phoenix to the fact that he and Apollo were not alone in the room.

Without turning, Wright said in an even tone "welcome back Klavier," with a grin playing on his lips. He turned to face the Prosecutor who had once lost him his job but his smile had been replaced with a smirk. Klavier placed his hands up and shook his head.

"Fräulein Detective needed to attend to another matter so I was brought in to be his guard until someone comes to change shifts.

Phoenix stood up suddenly, his smirk widening.

"It's okay, Herr Gavin. I need no explanation. I'm leaving anyway, seeing as the poor kid just fell asleep." He walked slowly towards the door and paused in the doorway.

"It looks like a thunderstorm is coming in," he mentioned suddenly, before closing the door behind him. Klavier kept staring at the door long after the man had left.

Why would he bring the weather up at a time like this?

Klavier chose to sit at the chair furthest away from the bed, watching the pitiful sight that was his enemy, lying on one side as to not upset his wound.

"Dummkopf," Klavier murmured, getting out his seat and walking to the one closer to the bed. Forehead looked less than stunning, his face pulled in a taut line, his eyebrows scrunched emitting an aura of inner turmoil or physical pain.

Watching Apollo sleep wasn't what the Prosecutor had decided to do with his Saturday night, but it was peaceful. It was like watching a small child dream the way Apollo would suddenly mumble unintelligible words and his hand would grasp the air. To keep himself entertained, Klavier grabbed the folder left at the end of the bed and began reading.

'Herr Wright! Diene Arbet lässt viel zu wünschen übrig' Klavier thought, turning the pages softly, until he felt something tiny grab the sleeve of his jacket.

Apollo grasped it lightly but still powerfully, seeing as Klavier could barely feel it, but he couldn't remove the chokehold the younger man's hand had upon his lovely jacket.

Sitting back, the German prosecutor smiled slightly and lifted his non-restrained hand to playfully stroke Apollo's head.

Pulling his hand back suddenly, he stared at it. He'd never known that Forehead's hair was actually so soft and he still had no idea why he had the sudden urge to play with it in the first place.

That was when the first strike could be heard.

Shooting upwards, Apollo's widened in fear, his mouth forming a perfect 'o' before he succumbed to the pain and thrashed around the bed. Klavier stood up quickly and tried to make sense of what had happened.

A second strike was heard in the distance. Apollo had now fully covered himself in the blanket and was shaking.

'So this is why Wright was discussing the weather…' Klavier thought sourly as he tried to begin to calm the other man.

"Forehead? Justice?... Oh Apollo, what is wrong?"

The shaking ceased at the very moment Klavier had let the name escape his lips.

Unwillingly, Apollo lifted his head from under the covers.

"K-k-klavier? I-I-I'm sorry… You p-p-probably think I'm a f-fool…"

Even though Apollo was in hospital after someone had tried to take his life and he was facing his fear of thunderstorms, he was still the most afraid of being embarrassed in front of or by Klavier Gavin.

"No, no, not at all. Here, sit up. It'll be okay, ja? Just relax, forehead." Why did it have be the European voice that soothed him? And why did they suddenly revert to name-calling again?

Klavier's only answer was a simple nod.

The defense attorney shook the covers back down to his elbows, revealing the fact he wasn't wearing a shirt. Klavier stared in surprise. Clearly, under the bandages, the smaller man was built, but Klavier hadn't thought that he'd be this muscular.

'Must be the fact he doesn't drive,' Klavier dismissed in his mind.

"Do you need me to get you something? A hot drink perhaps?" He remembered the cure his mother had always used when he and Kristoph were younger, even though his mind was still trying hard not to ogle at Apollo's features, as said man was panting for air.

Another nod. It was clear Apollo did not want to open his mouth, so without further prompting, Klavier stood.

"I'll be back," he said simply, floating out the door in search of a nurse who could create something warm for the young attorney.

He'd barely got in the door before he heard a terrified gasp. The room was dark, different to how he had left Apollo. Switching on the light switch after seconds of floundering around with his free hand, he looked to see Apollo sitting upright, his eyes wide and deeply shocked. Or was fear that lurked in those orbs?

"K-klavier! You… you… scared me!" The last words sounded more like a sheepish admission. Klavier laughed lightly and showed his enemy what he held in a small cup. He shook it lightly and Apollo's face brightened. Then a hand rose to his stomach and chest.

"It will be fine, won't it Forehead? Are you okay with this?" Klavier felt stupid asking these questions. These were the same questions he asked girls when he was seconds away from bedding them.

Apollo closed his eyes and breathed in deep before smiling and nodding at the prosecutor.

"It'll be fine, Klavier."

Klavier didn't know what it was, but something about the way the man said it was sweet, like a schoolgirl talking about her first day. Blushing slightly, but not that you could tell with his tanned skin, he strode into the room bearing the coffee and handing straight to the lawyer that sat upright, still smiling sheepishly, with his hands outstretched, in the hospital bed.

A/n: This is part one...