This takes place after Trials and Tribulations. Franziska has returned to America for a short while to oversee a case of Phoenix's. She is staying in Edgeworth's house (because he's such a good older brother 8D).

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His nightmare was disturbingly realistic.

Phoenix had Franziska pinned to the wall, their limbs entangled around the other's back; his fingers were running feverishly through her hair. Soft moans escaped each time they pressed their hungry lips together. They two were drenched in sweat, hot breath moistening their necks as they panted….

"AUUUUUGHHHH!"

Edgeworth's eyes snapped open. He was sitting up in his bed, shaking and breathing hard. Droplets of sweat trickled down his neck and chest. He checked the digital clock on his nightstand.

12:42.

He'd only been asleep for an hour and his brain already insisted on playing late-night tricks on him. He shuddered violently, unable to shake the lingering images from his mind. Then, letting out a heavy sigh, he rubbed his forehead and let his hand drag slowly down his weary face.

Just a dream…

As he gradually regained his composure he lay back down and pulled the covers over him once more, closing his eyes and drifting back into peaceful darkness….

Forty seconds later he flew out of bed. Damn it, I can't sleep like this….

He pulled on his plush magenta robe and stormed out of his room, heading down the dark hallway to Franziska's room. He raised his hand to rap his knuckles against her door….

But then he stopped.

I'm losing it. He closed his eyes and sighed exasperatedly. Of all the ridiculous things for me to imagine…! There's absolutely no way Franziska's been…betraying me like this….

He shifted his foot as if to turn and walk away, but then paused.

He just couldn't shake the notion from his mind…!

The door flew open. Edgeworth flicked on the lights. Franziska slowly lifted her head from her pillow and squinted angrily at the pink figure against the blinding white light.

"…Miles? What in heaven's name are you doing in here?"

He ignored her. Eyes narrowed, he quickly scanned the room for any signs of defense attorney. No blue suit lying on the floor, no stray pink tie resting on the chair, no bottles of extra-strong hair gel on the dresser….

"Miles Edgeworth, if you intend to barge into my room in the middle of the night and wake me, you'd best have a good reason unless you plan on receiving a healthy dose of whip-lashing for breakfast."

He blinked and stared at her infuriated expression. Was he thinking into it too deeply? Maybe he'd been wrong all this time. Maybe there was nothing going on between the two. True, for the past few days he couldn't help feeling more than a little suspicious of their late-night meetings in Phoenix's office, but they had always assured him that they were simple work-related exchanges. Perhaps it would be better for him to place a bit more faith in his younger sister. After all, she was only staying in America for a few weeks. It'd suit him better to use that small expanse of time to forge a more affable bond with her, not sabotage their relationship by unjustly accusing her of…well, that.

"Er…" He shook his head to clear his thoughts. "I apologize; it was nothing at all. Good night, Franziska." Then he turned off the lights and shut the door behind him as he left. How foolish, he thought amusingly as he walked back to his room. I ought to be ashamed of myself.

In the dark, Franziska heard a quiet shuffling as Phoenix climbed out from behind her bed and slithered underneath the covers beside her.

As he settled in again, he smirked. "Maybe you should stay at my place next time."