Hey guys! This is the first of two chapters I'm going to post over the next few days; the second will come on Sunday. I decided not to make this the only chapter I post this weekend, because, well, SURPRISE! Fredgeworth shows up (Franziska x Edgeworth)! Now, this is still going to be a primarily Phaya fic, so because this chapter focuses on the secondary ship, I'll follow it up with another chapter in two days. I hope you enjoy!

"I've been waiting for you, Miles Edgeworth."

Franziska von Karma rose from her bench with a smirk as he turned the corner. The pair of prosecutors had been unofficially dating since the conclusion of the Engarde trial, and he had promised to take her out after escorting Wright to his detention center meeting. Franziska twirled her whip in anticipation as he approached her. She did not, however, anticipate being charged by the young Pearl Fey.

"You! Frilly Whip Lady!" The prosecuting prodigy's grin vanished, as she suddenly received a sharp kick to the shin. Swearing in German, the woman fell backward onto the wooden bench with a resounding thud.

Edgeworth hustled over, looking down upon his collapsed lover and frowning disapprovingly at the younger girl. "That wasn't very nice, Pearl," he chided. "We should avoid greeting people with violence."

"Tell that to the lady with the whip!" the medium declared, rolling up a sleeve.

Grinning, he conceded, "You have a point," offering a hand to help Von Karma to her feet.

"Ugh…fool…" she grunted, before shooting Pearl a questioning glance. "What is this child doing here!?"

"I offered to take her out for ice cream," Edgeworth coolly explained. "Would you care to join us?"

"I don't know," Franziska pouted, "Usually, when people refer to 'a date', they don't mean accompanying a little girl to get a treat!"

Miles sighed, approaching her with steady steps until he could put his hands on her hips and whisper, "Don't worry. I'll be sure to make it up to you later."

She shoved him away, blushing. "I suppose I'll forgive you this time, Miles Edgeworth, but it'd better not happen again! Now…" The woman halted. As she turned to face Pearl, she was met with a pair of bulging eyes and a gawking expression.

Edgeworth cocked an eyebrow. "Yes, Miss Fey? Is something wrong?"

"Mister Edgeworth!" she beamed, clutching her cheeks, "You never told me that she was your… special someone!"

"S-Sp-Special Someone!?" the female prosecutor echoed, now visibly flustered, "N-no, it's nothing like that…"

"Isn't it, though?" Edgeworth questioned smoothly, wrapping his arms around her middle. "I suppose I don't know about you, but you're certainly a very 'special someone' to me, Franziska von Karma."

"Fool!" she stuttered, "We're in public!"

"So?" he slid his hands down to her waist, pulling her closer. "We're alone Franziska." He grinned, "Except for Pearl, but she won't tell anyone." Shooting the young Fey a wink, he kissed his lover on the cheek. Eventually giving in, she turned and kissed him back, their lips colliding as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Oh, wow!" Pearl squealed, "This is just like a beautiful fairy tale! If only Mystic Maya and Mister Nick could be like this…"

Gently pulling away, Edgeworth addressed Pearl, "Ah, yes, I meant to talk to you about that." Sinking to her eye level once more, the prosecutor explained, "Pearl. I know that you'd like to believe that Wright and Maya are lovers, but I'm just not sure that's the case."

Pearl found herself misty-eyed one more, whimpering, "But… But…"

"What do you mean, you're not sure that's the case!?" Franziska cut in, her tone demanding, "Of course the fool Phoenix Wright and his assistant Maya Fey are an item; it's completely obvious!"

Shocked, Miles rose to his feet. "Franziska, what do you mean?"

Pearl gazed up hopefully at the other woman. "You mean… You think they really will end up together?"

"Eventually, perhaps, if one of them could grow some guts." the woman smirked. Upon receiving a strange and startled look from her lover, she exasperatedly explained, "I simply meant to suggest that there's a substantial amount of evidence that Wright loves Fey, and vice versa!"

"Oh…Miss Prosecutor…" Pearl sighed sadly, her hair drooping as she looked downwards. "I'm afraid I've been terribly mean to you. I thought you wanted to hurt Mystic Maya, but you really want her to be with Mister Nick!"

Franziska considered this. "Well, it never was my intention to personally hurt Maya Fey, that much is true."

Bowing slightly, the medium sulked, "I'm sorry! Could you forgive me?"

"So long as you never kick me again, yes, I forgive you," Franziska countered with a grin.

Smiling, Pearl turned back to the other prosecutor. "Mister Edgeworth, surely, if your special someone thinks that Mystic Maya and Mister Nick should be together, you must agree?"

Trapped, the man glanced from Pearl, to Franziska, back to Pearl, before concluding, "We'll discuss this over ice cream."

To be continued next Sunday...