OK mes amies, this is my first ever (EVER) fanfic. OK? Set kind of... between Trials and Tribulations and Apollo Justice. I rated it T for language but it's not that bad. S word maybe f word...more than once... Well, enjoy it! (Phoenix x Miles so if you don't like it, don't read it)
Miles Edgeworth glanced at his watch. 'Hmmm, it's only 8:20 (pm). I think I could have just one cup of tea. Earl Grey? No...maybe chamomile. That would be more relaxing. But I do have work to do, so do I want to feel too relaxed, verging on drowsy or maybe if ...' and while Miles pondered over his situation, the doorbell gave a sophisticated chime. Miles opened the door to reveal a woman, clad in black, eyes covered with a masquerade mask. Well, obviously, Miles was confused, and bit scared.
'Yes, miss? May I help you?' asked Miles, staying elegant and polite always.
'Are... are you Mister Eddej- Eddejeworth?' whispered the mystery woman, in a voice that sounded vaguely French.
'Edgeworth. Yes that's me.' Miles was growing more nervous by the minute as this black clad stranger hovered at his door.
'Well then...I have something for you. There's an explanation too, don't you worry. Be careful with it, because I will know if anything bad happens.' And with that, she gently handed him a wicker basket and turned and walked away.
'Wh...what is this?' murmured Miles as he lifted the lid... and then stopped dead. For lying in that basket, staring up at him with blue eyes was Phoenix Wright. A Phoenix Wright who could be no more than two years (it was a big basket, k?) and then grinned up at him. 'Ed-woof', he giggled, 'Ed-woof, it Nick. Nick is bibby. Wead the wetter Ed-woof.' He said in a lisp.
'It's EDGEWORTH Wright. God, what the hell is happening?' sad Edgeworth. 'Well, I might as well read this letter. And put Wright out his misery', gesturing to the toddler Phoenix who was trying desperately to escape. So, Miles lifted him out of the basket and gently sat him on the sofa, from which Phoenix promptly hopped off and rushed over to where a tin of rich shortbreads stood. Miles chuckled: 'Well, I should read this letter instead of watching Wright.' He opened the envelope and began to read:
Mr Edgeworth,
We really need your help. When investigating a crime scene, Nick accidentally fell into a vat of toxic waste. I didn't mean to push him! Anyway, the reaction made him a baby again. He's two and a half, can speak a little can run and can climb. The people said it's not permanent so he'll be back to normal in about 3 months. I was told to give him to a responsible adult and I did think it through: Godot might give him coffee, Franziska would whip him and Gumshoe wouldn't be able to afford food for him (which is your fault), and that left you. We'll come and visit him every day so make sure you feed him!
Thanks for volunteering to look after him,
Maya and Pearl Fey
'Volunteering? Well, I guess I have to look after him for three months then', Edgeworth said to himself as he scanned the letter again. All he knew was that this would be one heck of a three months.
Well that's chapter one. I know it's not great, and it's quite short but never mind. Well, I will update it frequently. R+R or I will 'accidently' push you into a vat of toxic waste and revert YOU to babyhood!