((A/N: Welcome to my music challenge! This'll be a series of oneshots, each chapter being a song. There may be SOME ships in here, but I really only ship Justicykes and Wrightworth, so I'm imagining this mostly being drama and fluff. Those are the things I do the most. Just so you know, this is a simple music challenge. I press shuffle, I sift through the songs. Oh, yeah, rules! 1. I can either take inspiration from the mood of the songs or the lyrics. This mostly protects me from those songs that have NOTHING to do with the game lyrically. 2. I can do as many songs as I like, and take the songs from any source I like, but I have to keep the source vague enough to be challenging. No 5 song playlist. 3. I have to choose at least 1 out of every three songs to do. If you REALLY want to know what song I took inspiration from, you can ask and I'll gladly say, but I think has a rule against putting it right here, so I'm gonna play it safe. Also, DAILY UPDATES! Now, without further ado, let's begin!))

1. Different

Things were different now. Different than they were. That was to be expected, of course, nothing remains the same- but one can hope, right?

Edgeworth never had much hope in his aging bones, anyway.

He met Wright in that space center for the first time in years, expecting things to be how he left them. He expected to be greeted by an over-emotional, naive and childish Wright. That's how it's always been. The hot-headed lawyer against the dignified prosecutor- that's just how it worked, right?

No.

As soon as Edgeworth saw Phoenix, he knew. He knew that optimistic, naive lawyer was gone. The speck of courage and hope that used to shine so brightly in his eyes was gone, replaced by a more mature and exhausted, glazed over look. There were wrinkles under his eyes, and a small grin on his face. "Edgeworth, it's been a while." Even his voice, once loud and charismatic, sounded low and restrained.

This isn't right. Where is his energy? Where did his passion go? No, no, I should be happy about this. The Phoenix of the past, immature and unprofessional, is gone. The Wright of today is less emotional. Isn't this what he wanted Wright to be this whole time? Is that Maya next to him? She looks way different…

"I assume you've been well, Wright. I came almost immediately when I heard hostages were involved." Edgeworth nodded, and then glanced over to Ma- no, no, that isn't Maya, I've seen this girl… Pearl! She's grown much older…

"Yes. My daughter's on the line, but I feel quite a bit better knowing one of the best prosecutors I've ever met is going to help save her." Phoenix frowned slightly. "I'm worried about her, of course. It's pretty much only me and ol' Pearls at the moment. My two understudies are… uhm… busy. Anything you need me to fill you in on? I've got an autopsy here, a few photos…" Phoenix trailed off.

Wait… Daughter… An understudy… TWO understudies?! Since when did he have either? Only a while back, he was an understudy himself! This is a bit too much… How is Wright acting so calm? Knowing him, someone with a strong connection to him getting hurt would throw him into a panic! That one time Maya got stranded on the other side of the bridge, he almost died trying to save her! Where is that Wright? Where is he… He's gone, he's gone. Get a grip on yourself, you're being even more emotional than Wright… I suppose he's just growing older. Nothing can be done, stop reminiscing.

"Ah, yes. I would like to see what you've obtained on the case so far, naturally. If I am going to be the prosecutor you see me as tomorrow, I need to be adequately prepared."

"Well, about that… I think I left some of the files back at the offices… I rushed over here almost immediately, and forgot some things…"

Edgeworth held back a sigh of relief. At least the old Wright hasn't completely disappeared behind those glazed eyes… Please don't change too much, Wright.