So, this is what happens when me and Mel start talking about lawyer dads and magic siblings.

I get ideas to write out the magic siblings trying to get Apollo to control his magic.

(In other words, a slight AU where there's a ton more magic than just what Trucy is shown doing. And magic is 100% real.)

But we talked about Apollo finding out he can use magic, which just went on from there.

And here I am writing it~

Might do a few different fics like this, just having the siblings exploring how much trouble they can get into. (WHAT'S THIS MIGHT STUFF? I'M GONNA HAVE TO. DO YOU SEE HOW LONG THIS IS?)

(AND I'M IGNORING AA6 FOR THE MOST PART. THERE ARE SOME THINGS (Maya's outfit for one) THAT I AM NOT IGNORING.)

Because Maya will appear in this. No one is safe from the magic siblings. (Not even the overseas crew. AKA Franziska and the Professor Layton gang. The crossover is mentioned as well as Phoenix's friendship with the Professor and Luke. And they will probably appear later.)

The first time it happens, Apollo doesn't quite understand.

He was hiding away in the Chief Prosecutor's office. Miles had offered the couch as a better alternative to get paperwork done than Apollo's own desk at the Agency, where the paperwork had a habit of walking away.

He wished he did not mean that in a literal sense. But one could only watch the paper fold into an origami animal so many times before accepting the older lawyer's offer.

So long as the paperwork wasn't on a case they both worked on- which was a rarity- it was fine to work on it there. The offer had taken Apollo by surprise, seeming to come up out of nowhere one night when Trucy had dragged him to Phoenix's apartment for a family night.

He wasn't family, but Trucy hadn't accepted no as a valid answer. In her defense, Apollo thought, he had become more closed off since their last big trial. Clay's death had affected him worse than he originally suspected. So he had relented, letting Trucy lead him into the apartment where his mentor and mentor's husband were arguing over something.

All Apollo had caught of that conversation was magic and witches. He tuned it out when Trucy began talking to him again.

The offer was made over dinner as Trucy told the story of the paperwork elephant. What was on the paper wasn't all that important, but Apollo did not appreciate having to fill it out all over again. The Chief Prosecutor mentioned then that Apollo was free to come up to his office to finish paperwork if he wanted.

He didn't quite understand why he was given the offer, but accepted it nonetheless.

Though, he was wished he hadn't right then. The last case he had was hell; unreliable witnesses, a defendant who was having an affair with one of said witnesses- and ongoing affair, as he and Blackquill found out the hard way while scouring the courthouse for the two, and a mentor who said it was perfectly acceptable to question another witnesses' dog, as they were at the crime scene as well.

Apollo pitied the boy they had to call up for that one. It was what, 2 AM in London? What was Mr. Wright thinking?!

To make matters worse, he was nursing a fairly large cut on his hand. Taka had taken it upon himself to try and stop Apollo's questioning when he had picked up on a nervous tic and in a haste to cover his eyes, Taka had missed his mark and caught him on the back of the hand when Apollo had moved.

Blackquill had warned him time and again that Taka wouldn't seriously hurt him on purpose. But what else was he supposed to do when a large bird of prey was coming right for his head?

Apollo grimaced at the bandages before staring once again at the disaster that was his report on the trial. Taka had disappeared from the courtroom after the altercation, and Apollo was wishing the report could do the same.

Would it be terrible if I admitted that I wouldn't mind Trucy using this as a prop for once? He wondered.

The door opening made both him and Edgeworth look up. "Herr Edgeworth…and Herr Forehead! What a wunderbar surprise!" Klavier smiled, seeing the defense attorney curled up on the couch.

"Hello Prosecutor Gavin." Apollo took this as his opportunity to get away from the dreaded report, putting it into the folder he had brought along and setting it on the table nearby.

"Was there something you needed?" Edgeworth asked, setting his own pen down.

"Ja, I was wondering if you had a copy of the Anderson trial reports. Fraulein Detective has…misplaced hers."

"Ran out of Snackoos to pelt you with so she moved on to papers?" Apollo guessed, drumming his fingers on the folder.

Klavier looked away from the two lawyers. "Ah, you know how our dear detective can be…"

Edgeworth sighed, waving his hand to the bookshelf where a stack of folders sat. "It should be the third or fourth folder in the pile."

"Danke." Klavier looked through the folders, smiling as he found the right one. "What brings you here, Herr Forehead?"

"Peace and quiet," Apollo admitted. "It's nice to be able to work without worrying about paperwork turning into cranes or lions."

With a chuckle, Klavier turned around to face Apollo. "Ah, Fraulein Magician has stepped up her act. I may have to learn a few new tricks myself to keep up with her performances."

"Good luck. She's learning way too quickly." Apollo grimaced, thinking of her latest 'trick that Papa and Daddy have banned'. "Unless you're planning on making a guitar fly…" He trailed off, not wanting to give the rockstar any ideas.

"Nein, my guitars play no tricks." The blonde sat down beside Apollo, picking up the folder to save it from Apollo's drumming. "Which case are you writing on?"

"The Duval case."

"Ah, the one Herr Samurai was complaining about."

"There's a ton to complain about!" Apollo shouted, quieting down as Edgeworth looked over to them. "First there's Mrs. Duval. Who it turns out was having an affair with Ms. Hale, one of the witnesses."

Klavier nodded, opening up the folder. "Ah, Herr Forehead?"

"And Hale was lying the entire time, even Prosecutor Blackquill could tell!" Apollo continued.

"Herr Forehead-"

"This then led to Mr. Wright interrupting with a new witness. Do you know who that witness was?"

"Apollo?"

"An old lady's dog. He wanted me to cross examine a dog! Do I speak dog? No!"

"Apollo wha-"

"So then we have to make a call, all the way to London. Because Mr. Wright just happens to know someone who can speak to dogs! And I feel sorry for the kid, it was like two in the morning!"

"Mr. Justice."

"Yes?" Apollo finally stopped, looking over to Edgeworth, who nodded his head to the folder in Klavier's hands.

The folder that was holding Apollo's report, or rather, that was supposed to be holding his report.

"Are you certain you didn't just dream up writing that?" Klavier asked. "There is no report here."

"What?! Where'd it go? I just had it!" Apollo took the folder, turning it over and looking on the floor around them. "Where is it?"

"He did begin writing it." Edgeworth said. "I saw it, and heard it first-hand, from both Mr. Justice and Prosecutor Blackquill."

Apollo groaned. He thought being out of the office would save him from Trucy's tricks. Though, I did get my wish. It's a prop now.

Klavier helped him look around the Chief Prosecutor's office, checking between folders, in books, even under the Steel Samurai figurine. Apollo muttered that they should be looking for a paper mouse instead, only to have Klavier laugh that they would need a paper cat to catch it.

A quick call to Phoenix later had Edgeworth telling the two that Trucy was currently at the Agency, so wherever the paper went, it was not her doing. "But then how did it disappear?"

"Perhaps some of her magic is working through you?" Klavier offered as explanation.

"I don't think that's how it works."

After an hour, the two gave up, sitting back on the couch with twin sighs. "Guess I'll just have to start over again." Apollo grabbed the extra report sheet he had brought.

"Miles Edgeworth. I believe my niece is pulling pranks once again."

The female voice had Apollo looking towards the door. Franziska had come from Germany a few days ago to assist with a complicated case. She was standing in the doorway, glaring towards Edgeworth.

"Little brother, perhaps you could tell her once again that reports are to be turned in neatly and in one piece?"

"Trucy hasn't been here all day Franziska." Edgeworth sighed. "What report are you talking about?"

"If I am correct about the handwriting, it belongs to one of Phoenix Wright's foolish employees."

"Huh?" Apollo and Klavier looked at the paper in Franziska's hand.

Apollo's eyes widened in shock, Klavier mimicking his expression.

"Herr Forehead, I believe we have found your paper mouse."

"How could this happen?!"

Trucy looked up from her homework as Apollo stormed into the Agency. "What happened Polly?"

"You! I think? I don't know!" He fell onto the couch beside her as Athena looked up from her spot on the floor.

"Trucy? But she's been here all day!" She protested.

"I know!" Apollo reached into his pocket, pulling out the report-turned-mouse. "But how else can I explain this?!"

"Woah! It's a mouse? I can never get them right!" Trucy took the paper, looking it over. "Polly this is so cool! Why didn't you tell me you could do origami?"

"I can't Trucy! What did you do it? One second it's sitting in a folder as a report sheet, the next it's is Ms. Von Karma's office as a mouse!"

Apollo, Klavier, Edgeworth, and Franziska had puzzled over how it could have happened; each one growing suspicious that Trucy had done something to it. But she had been nowhere near Apollo or the paper all day. He had worked the case without help, Phoenix and Athena having their own cases to work on and Trucy choosing to help Phoenix, meaning he had been the only one to ever touch the paper.

"Me? I haven't seen you all day!"

"That never stops you when it comes to our badges! I was gone a week and somehow came back with Klavier's badge instead of my own!"

Trucy pouted. "I swear Polly! It wasn't me!"

"What wasn't you?"

"Daddy!" Trucy whipped her head around to look at Phoenix. "You tell him! I've been with you all day haven't I?"

"Is this about that?" Phoenix pointed to the mouse. "It's true Apollo, Trucy's been with me. And she's cut back on the magic today because some of the evidence we were around was fragile. We didn't need it breaking or going missing."

Apollo threw his hands in the air. "Then I guess a spirit must've taken it and turned it into origami!"

Phoenix chuckled. "As possible as it sounds, I doubt Mia would do that."

"Clay might…" Apollo mumbled. "Great, so besides imagines I can't wait to bleach out of my brain, and scratches on my hand that make Mekiko's playtime look completely tame, I gotta deal with my best friend's ghost messing up paperwork now?"

"Nah, I would've noticed if it was a ghost." Phoenix waved his hand dismissively. "That spirit training Maya put me through's good for something you know!"

Apollo groaned, picking back up the mouse and drumming his fingers along its back. "Then someone else at the Prosecutor's Office is a magician?"

Trucy gasped. "Someone knows my tricks then! They've been spying on me!"

"Maybe it was Klavier?" Athena laughed. "I mean, you are competition in the performing world."

With a sigh, Apollo sat back, throwing his arms over his eyes. "Klavier was the last to touch the folder I put it in."

The three continued to toss theories back and forth, ignoring how Phoenix's eyes grew wide as he looked at Apollo. "Apollo, I have to object here. I don't think Klavier was the one to make your report disappear."

"What are you talking about now Mr. Wright?"

"Well, where's your mouse at now?"

"Huh?" Apollo opened his eyes, looking at his hands. "What?! Trucy! Again?!"

Trucy glared at him. "It wasn't me! I didn't touch the mouse!"

"No," Phoenix interrupted, hoping to stop a fight before one began, "but someone did touch it."

Apollo looked confused for a second. "But…I was the only one to touch it…"

He was certain the mouse had been in his hands a few seconds ago. He had-

…he had drummed on it. Just as he had the folder before Klavier picked it up.

No. It wasn't possible. There was no way he could have done it. It was just a coincidence.

Wasn't it?

Evidence is everything… Apollo looked at the stack of cards Trucy had on the desk. He picked it up as the other three searched for the missing mouse. Looking through it, he found a card. Keeping it in mind, he put it back in the deck, drumming on it for a few seconds. It'll still be there. I'm just crazy. Or Mr. Wright's crazy, he was the one to think of this first.

He spread the deck out on the table, going through each card and growing more and more anxious as he began to reach the top of the deck.

His card was missing.

The card Apollo picked out was nowhere to be found. But how?! It was here! I know it! It was between the seven of hearts and queen of aces!

"M-Mr. Wright…" Apollo stared at the deck, still hoping that somehow he had just skipped over his card. Maybe he put it somewhere else in the deck, or it had fallen out. "I…"

"Hey, how did this get here?" Trucy reached up to the top corner of one of the tall boxes.

In her hand was a card.

"Trucy…it's the ace of spades, isn't it?" Apollo asked without looking.

"How did you know Polly?"

"I think I put it there. Somehow, I'm not sure…"

Phoenix paused, looking up from where he was searching under the piano for the mouse. "You think you put it there?"

"I memorized that card, put it in the deck, and tapped it like I did the paper…and it was gone."

Trucy gasped, dropping the card to the floor. "Polly! You can do magic too!? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't know…I can't do magic! How can I? I'm not a magician!" Apollo leapt to his feet. "It's impossible! I've never learned it! You said it yourself Trucy, a magician never reveals their secrets. So how would I know how to do that?! You never showed me that trick!"

"Polly I don't know that trick! I can't make a card disappear from a deck and end up across the room! You know that!"

Apollo backed away from the table, a horrified look on his face. Of all the times his bracelet decides to not work, it chooses then to say that Trucy is being completely truthful? "But…h-how? I can't do magic!"

"It appears you can." Phoenix approached Apollo slowly. "It's alright."

"How can you say that?" He looked at Phoenix, his breath coming in sharp, short gasps. "I…Magic? I can't!"

"You can."

"No! It's impossible! There's no way I can be a magician! It's it passed down through families or something?"

Phoenix grimaced, pausing a few steps away from Apollo. "I'm not quite sure that's how it's done. Everything Trucy knows she was taught."

"But it works because her father taught her! Her biological one! You know, the father that knows magic?"

His boss seemed to hesitate before turning to Athena. "Athena, I think I forgot something at the Prosecutor's Office the last time I was there, could you go and get it?"

The tightening of his bracelet didn't help Apollo as Athena simply nodded before leaving. She gave him a comforting smile as she did, but a constant, low sound from Widget made Apollo realize his mood wasn't just affecting himself.

Apollo wasn't sure what it was that Phoenix was going to say, but something in his mind said it was huge, and he wasn't going to like it.