A/N: OK, this is my second ever fanfic (eep!) so be nice!!

Why did I choose this pairing, you ask?? Because a. I think it's so kawaii and b. because I just can't believe no-ones thought of it yet! Well, as always, flames are ignored but hated but constructive critisism is Wuvved Immensley! So R&R, people! DOOOOOO IIIIIIIT….

Disclaimer: I do not own Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney/Gyakuten Saiban or any related characters blah blah blah I can't believe you're still reading this please get a life stop reading this OH MY GOD STOP READING THE DISCLAIMER AND START THE FREAKING FANFIC INSTEAD OF THE DISCLAIMER!!

A Helping Hand

Chapter 1: A Helping Hand

Miles Edgeworth flopped down on the sofa with a sigh. It had been a long day…Two trials he had to prosecute, one of which against Wright, which he was already failing miserably at. He hadn't even had time to keep his office tidy anymore lately. Of course, to any normal person it would appear as immaculate as always, but to him it appeared to be slowly melting in a huge cloud of dust and clutter.

But at least now he could kick back and relax, 'cuz the last thing he needed was—

SLAM.

Practically jumping out of his skin (or off the sofa, if you want to get pernickety…) Edgeworth turned to face the slammed-open door, and the surprisingly familiar face…

"Mr. Edgeworth! You shouldn't be slacking off at a time like this!"

"E-Ema Skye!?"

"Hey Mr. Edgeworth! Long time, no see!"

"Dare I even ask what you're doing here…?"

"This is your office, duh!"

"But…but, why?"

"Oh, didn't I say?"

"NO!"

"Oh. Well, y'see, Lana was whingeing at me about how she always does all the work etc., so then she starts going on about me getting a job for the summer, but I tell her that I can't become a Scientific Investigator until I have my qualifications, but she says I don't have to be a Scientific Investigator, I can just get a day-job, so I say 'where should I work?' so she reels off this long list of colleges of hers and then I'm like 'wait a minute, I know that name!!'…"

"Get to the point…"

"…So then I thought it would be cool to come here and work for you!"

Cue the tumbleweed, to fill in the looooooooong silence…

"…And where exactly was the part where you consider that I don't need any help?"

"Of course you do! This place is a mess! I could be your assistant! You clearly can't do everything yourself all the time, Mr. Edgeworth!"

"I can manage…"

coughLIEScough

I can do everything by myself, no problem. I mean, other than the freak tornado-look in my office, the only real problems I've encountered lately was getting those files mixed up and sending them both to the wrong offices.

…And forgetting that evidence the other day.

…And nearly falling asleep in trial today from staying up all night typing out a report that I'd forgotten until the last minute.

…Okay, maybe things have been getting maybe, possibly, slightly out of hand. But I can handle everything by myself. I don't need an assistant.

…Do I…?

No. No, of course I don't. Nope, absolutely no way—

"Okay, fine, I'll take you on."

What!? How did that happen!? No! Say something, anything--

"You can start tomorrow."

AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

"Alright, great! What time should I head over?"

Quick, say no, last chance…

"About nine-ish?"

I give up.

"Great! I knew I could count on you, Mr. Edgeworth!"

And with that, she was gone.

What have I just gotten myself into…?

A/N: Whaddaya think? Yeah, it's kinda short, but it's just an opening really. I have absolutely NO IDEA what time attorneys arrive at work, I just kinda made it up. If it's way too late, let's assume Edgeworth was letting Ema have a lie-in, as it' her first day. If anyone is/knows any prosecutors or lawyers, please clear this up...;;

Anyway, R&R, tell me what you think. Constructive critisism wuvved. Flames HA loser you have just wasted precious minutes of your life uselessly telling me how much I suck. XD heheh…