Hello all. So I haven't been posting for a very long time, because the trial sections in fanfiction are SO boring to write out. Trust me, I will post another chapter of Professor Layton vs Athena Cykes very soon. In the meantime, here is the start of a new mini series, Turnabout Miracle. I hope you like it, and PLEASE PLEASE review it!

Feenie

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It was an ordinary Sunday morning, just like any other, and for about once in 3 months, Edgeworth had the day off. No trials for at least a week, all paperwork finished late last night. A nice day just to relax and enjoy his own company.

So when a fist came pounding on his front door, he wasn't happy in the least. But he wasn't going to let that stir him. He opened the door, expecting Gumshoe or the chief Prosecutor, but instead, a timid looking man in an official uniform stood there. He held a clipboard, and there was a pencil behind his ear.

"Good morning." Edgeworth greeted him. "Can I help?"

"Yes, sir." He said, or more like squeaked. "There's a matter at the local hospital that requires your presence."

Miles Edgeworth rolled his eyes. "Are there any details?" He sighed.

"Only that Miles Edgeworth is required urgently, sir."

Edgeworth had learnt to be the relenting type, but it was annoying. Still, at the hospital, it could be something serious.

"I'm really not in the mood for investigating murders right now." He exclaimed. The man shook his head.

"As far as I know, sir, there have been no suspicious activities at the hospital in the past few months."

"Very well. I will come with you." He exclaimed, and left the house, shutting the door behind him firmly.

There was a black official looking car standing on the sidewalk. The official gestured, and he followed, entering the passenger seat.

The official got in the car in the driver's seat. The drive is quick, but it would go very slowly for Edgeworth. What could possibly require my attention this much?

They arrived at the local hospital, and the official led him inside. Edgeworth followed curiously, passing many signs and wards leading to unpleasant areas.

Eventually, they arrived outside a wooden furnished door, only to be greeted by a man in a suit. The official left, and the man addressed Edgeworth.

"Thank you for coming, Mr Edgeworth." He said in a deep voice. "I have a couple of things to brief you on first."

"Of course." Edgeworth replied. He was still quite in the dark.

The man produced a picture of a woman. She was about his age, tall and brown haired. She was quite pretty. "I'm assuming you can affirm that this is the baby's mother?"

Edgeworth nearly shot through the roof when he heard this. "I'm sorry, the baby? What baby?"

The man looked confused. "Were you not told? An ex-partner of yours has had your baby."

Edgeworth almost had a heart attack. Him? Having a baby? How? Why? Who?

"M…. my….. my baby?" He asked. He was sweating bullets. He couldn't have a baby.

"Yes, sir. Your DNA matches perfectly with the child's. It's yours." He said, but he saw the look on his face. He continued, "If you need a moment, please, take a seat. I know it's an awful lot to take in."

"N-no, no, I'm fine." He said, stuttering.

"This is a picture of the woman who delivered the baby two days ago." He showed Edgeworth the picture of the brown haired woman. "Can you affirm this is a partner of yours?"

Edgeworth restudied the picture. "Never seen her before."

The man frowned. "That's impossible. She delivered your baby!"

He then shrugged and continued. "Anyway, the baby is in this ward."

Edgeworth was reeling. Before the last two minutes, he had no children, no worries. Now he was a bag of jitters.

"I don't think I want it. I am willing to talk with the mother about it."

The man sighed sadly. "I'm afraid there is bad news there. There were complications during the birth. Your child is completely healthy, but unfortunately, the mother of the baby was put on an unbearable amount of strain. She sadly passed away last night."

Edgeworth sat down. This was too much to take in. "So… what can I do?" He asked.

"Would you like to see it?" The man asked.

"I-I suppose…" He said, although he wasn't really ready for this kind of thing.

The man pushed open the door.

Inside were three rows of five cribs. Some had sleeping babies in. There was a tired looking woman in the corner, bouncing one baby up and down.

The man led Edgeworth to the far crib on the first row. Edgeworth wasn't sure he was ready, but he followed anyway.

Inside lay a tiny child, fast asleep. It had a striped woolly hat on, as well as a cream cloth bodysuit. Its tiny arms were outstretched, and miniscule fingers lay clenched at the end of them.

In short, it was priceless. He didn't want to admit it, but he had a soft spot for infants. And now he had one of his own, he fell in love with it.

He realised he didn't know its gender. "Do you know its sex?" He asked the man, who smiled back.

"That's a little girl, Mr Edgeworth. Congratulations."

Up until then, Edgeworth was considering letting it go to adoption, but now that he saw this tiny little child that was his own, he knew he couldn't do that.

"But… I've never met the woman in the photo that you showed me?" He told the man.

"The mother's name was Gillian Young." The man replied. "Somehow you must have gotten her pregnant."

Edgeworth was puzzled. He turned back to the little girl in the crib. She flexed her tiny fingers slightly.

"I am willing to take care of her." He said after a while staring at the baby.

"Of course, sir." Said the man. "I will call for the arrangements to be made. I just need for you to sign a few forms."

Edgeworth took each one with shaking hands and scrawled his signature on them. "Thank you, sir." The man exclaimed. "I'll just arrange for everything to be dealt with. Excuse me." He left the room.

Edgeworth turned back down the little girl that was his daughter.

"Hello." He said to it. "I'm your dad… I think."

The woman in the corner stifled a little giggle, before leaving with her baby.

"So… it looks like I'm going to take care of you. But I should tell you now, I'm not too good with children."

He continued. "But I promise I will love you like any father should. I promise to aid you forever. And most of all, I promise to try and solve the mystery of your mother."

The little girl remained motionless in perfect slumber. Edgeworth got out his cell phone and made a call.

"Detective? It's me. Listen, I need you to pick up a few things…"