A/N: Basically, this is the story I've envisioned for how Miles's parents meet. I know I have so many unfinished stories, but I just like to put new ideas out. OTL.

So...I suppose this is Gregory Edgeworth x OC. Wow. I never thought I'd see the day where I'd make an OC for Ace Attorney.

P.S. Question for the readers at the end! :)

"Excuse me…may I take this seat?" I could hardly believe the words coming out of my mouth. There I was, in a crowded coffee shop, asking a young lady if I could sit at her table. Normally, I wouldn't dare to disrupt anyone, but I was having a particularly bad day, so perhaps I was a tad more lax than usual. That, and all tables were occupied by one or more people.

The young lady nodded without a word, keeping her eyes glued to the rather thick novel she was hunched over, occasionally fingering one of her loose sheets of paper with some sort of typed writing on them. I sat down. Though the coffee shop was buzzing with people's excited chatter, I couldn't help but feel that there was a rather awkward silence at this table. I ventured a question, "What are you reading?"

At first, she made no reaction to my question, but as she fingered the final page, her eyes pouring over the final passage, she slammed it shut quite abruptly. She looked up at me, her eyes meeting mine. I could feel my face growing red. She had a pointed face, her features proud and regal, framed by sharply cut hair that fell just above her shoulders, parted bangs that fell just slightly over her large, serious eyes. It had an oddly charming effect, I noted. But suddenly, I felt as though I had trespassed on a kingdom's territory, interrupting her train of thought. "Um…sorry, I-" I stumbled over my apologies.

"Gone With the Wind."

"…Pardon?"

Her eyes narrowed slightly, as though she was upset over having to speak with me. "That is what you asked, isn't it?" she asked impatiently. She flicked her bangs out of her eyes. "I was reading Gone With the Wind."

"Ah…" I smiled weakly, not quite sure how to respond to her irritability. "Margaret …Marbury, right?"

She glared at me, as though my incorrect answer truly offended her. "It's Margaret Mitchell," she responded, as a busy parent would to a child.

"I see…" I mused, almost just to myself, ignoring her tone. I was more captivated by the way in which she spoke; her low, serious voice, that seemed so arrogant. But perhaps rightly so. "I haven't read it; I'm afraid I was never that interested in that one. I'm more of a Kurt Vonnegut fan, myself."

For an instant, I thought I saw a flicker of surprise and delight in her large eyes; whether or not it was real, it was quickly replaced by her former look of cool arrogance. "So am I, however…" She eyed the book in front of her with disgust. "This was a requirement for one of my classes."

"Oh…you're a student?"

"Yes. At Ivy University."

"I see…" I turned my head down, away from this girl, smiling abashedly. For some reason, my heart sank. I didn't understand why. After all, it wasn't as though I was looking to pursue a relationship with this young woman—girl—whom I had just met. Besides, now that I did know, she was still in college, so she probably wouldn't be interested someone such as myself. I had been out of law school for several months, and I was looking for work. However, thus far, I had only managed to muck up my chances of an internship.

"…Your accent…a hint of Oxford, is it not?"

I looked up at her, mildly taken aback. "Ah…y-yes, it is." People rarely noticed my accent, as my life has always been rather balanced between the United States and my home in the United Kingdom.

"Did you study abroad?"

The sudden questions were surprising. "I did." I paused to take a sip of my tea. "I went to Cambridge." Though I didn't mean for it to sound like bragging, I couldn't help but feel that it sounded like it.

"Really?" she asked; her voice now sounded earnestly intrigued. "So…you've spent much time abroad?"

"Ah, yes, I suppose I have…" I wasn't quite sure how to respond. "I grew up there, so it wasn't anything special, really."

"Oh." And she was silent again. But for that one moment, I saw a deeper layer to this girl—a younger, more excited level. Her eyes had lit up at the prospect of another country, somewhere new. Or maybe it was just the satisfaction of her correct deduction. Regardless, I wanted to see it again. Perhaps I was reading too much into it…but it's not as though I had much better to do. It was rare to find college students that were so intriguing.

"So…" I said, in the most casual voice I could muster. "Are you interested in traveling for your education?"

She turned away, her cheeks tinged with a slight pink; she must have realized that her cool composure had slipped. "…Yes, I was considering it." Slowly turning her head toward me, but not her eyes, she continued, "But I'm graduating this year, so I doubt it would be of any use to me now."

"Really? Have you thought about secondary school?" I leaned forward, resting my cheek on my hand. "I actually was here in the States for my undergraduate, but I went back to the UK for my Law degree."

At the mentioning of a Law degree, her eyebrow arched considerably. "…You're a lawyer?"

"W-well, not yet," I responded timidly, recalling the failed job interview I had just returned from. "I'm trying to find an internship, at the moment."

"…I see."

And again with the silence.

No matter how foolish I might have seemed, I wasn't willing to let this girl slip away. For some strange reason, I had an impulse to get to know her. "…Um…you said you were a Kurt Vonnegut fan?"

Her eyes lit up once again, just for a fleeting instant. With her composed expression, she responded, "Yes. I've enjoyed several of his works."

I leaned back in my seat. "Do you read a lot?"

"…Yes," her eyes met mine again. "I'm an English literature major."

"Ah…" I didn't know what else to say. Why did I have to be so socially inept? I cursed my idiocy.

Setting her book aside, she appeared to study my face. I tried to relax, but there was something about her stare—or perhaps it was a glare?—that unnerved me. "So, Mr…?" she trailed off.

"Erm…Edgeworth," I said, trying to avert my eyes. "Gregory Edgeworth."

"Edgeworth…" she repeated, almost to herself. Then, snapping out of a transient contemplation, she turned back to me, and continued, "What sort of lawyer are you, Mr. Edgeworth?"

I wanted to say, "Please, call me Gregory," but instead, I merely said, "Ah…I'm training to be a defense attorney."

"Criminal law?"

"Yes."

She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. Her head was turned slightly up, as though she was looking down at me. "If I may say it frankly, you allow criminals to go free?"

"W-well, that's not exactly…er…" I tugged nervously on my collar. "Technically speaking, I don't do anything, yet. But," I continued, sounding a bit more comfortable, "I hope that I'll have the wisdom to choose the right clients."

She raised an eyebrow skeptically. "The 'right' clients?"

"Yes, so...You see…" I paused, trying to find the right words. Finally, when I had collected my thoughts, I replied, "I became a defense attorney to help. To give a voice to those who cannot speak." I leaned forward, folding my fingers together. "To help the weak and to protect the innocent. I would never try to save someone that I knew was a criminal." I stopped, realizing how much I had divulged to this…stranger. "Er…sorry, I was rambling…" I mumbled.

"Don't apologize."

"Hm?"

She stared at me icily. "Never apologize. It's a sign of weakness."

Before I had time to respond, she glanced up at the clock that was set upon the wall of the shop. She began to pack up her book and papers. Just as she turned to leave, she gave me one last glance, nodded curtly, and walked out the door.

All I could do was watch her in silence as she left. As soon as the door closed behind her, I leaned back in my seat, only one thought stuck in my head. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" I folded my arms and stared at the seat where this girl had sat just moments before. "Stupid!" I acted so idiotically. "Stupid!" I didn't even get her name. "Stupid!" The thought of a relationship with her had even crossed my mind.

...Why did I have to be so stupid?

A/N: Alright. So here's where I explain my thinking. Gregory always seemed like a bright, cheery guy. So where did Edgeworth get his stubbornness and cold disposition from? My guessing is his mother.

QUESTION: I NEED NAME SUGGESTIONS FOR THIS WOMAN. The ones I thought of were Sarah, Michelle, and Cassandra, but I'd love more suggestions of what YOU think Miles's mom's name is (or opinions on the ones I was thinking about. I shan't be offended if you don't like them, I just chose them on a fancy).

Thanks for reading! I promise to work on this a bit more frequently! :)

((PS. Brownie points to anyone who got the reference when she says "Never apologize. It's a sign of weakness". Hint: It's from a wonderful TV show...))