A/N: Next chappie time ^_^
The power came back on, flickering at first before slightly tiredly coming back on fully. Miles was in his office, not an elevator and the only other people in the room were Franziska and Gumshoe who were both looking at him like he was a bomb that was set to go off. Still, it was better than being trapped in a small, airless enclosure with his father and a virtually insane baliff.
"H-hey pal, you okay?" Gumshoe asked, slightly apprehensively. He sighed, they were now treating him like an unexploded bomb.
He tried to reply but found that his voice was barely plausible, making it add to the tenseness of the room.
"Fine, I'm okay. I'm fine." His tone wasn't as reassuring he'd intended.
Miles shut his eyes and took a deep breath in, hearing Franziska scoff as he did so.
"Fool! Do you have any idea what happened while the lights were out?" She asked the question sharply though Miles swore he heard hints of concern laced in her voice. He remembered though, at least, he remembered what was in his head.
"I was in the elevator. My father and Yanni Yogi were whispering, they then talked normally for a while... I don't want to speak anymore..." Miles knew full well what came after that but he and Franziska both knew that it was hard to talk about for either of them.
"Fine. Do you have any other physical symptoms that you would benefit from a doctor?" Miles sighed, Franziska seemed to be hell bent on getting testimony from him.
"I'm always tired. I've got a headache. Nothing special..." Miles mumbled this, slightly frank, annoyed statement. Franziska looked a little skeptical.
"See someone."
"What?"
"Go to see a doctor."
"Franziska..." Miles' tone was becoming a little cautious - God knows the woman was stubborn.
Franziska reached one hand into her pocket, sliding it around until she found what she was looking for. It was a mirror, a little pale blue pocket mirror. She opened it and handed it to Miles, who took it with a confused expression on his face.
"What do you see?"
"Is that a trick question?"
"No."
"Myself." Franziska seemed to have rehearsed this in her head a few times as she replied almost immediately.
"Really? You're a fool. Scruffy!"
"Y-yes pal?"
"What do you see when you look at Miles Edgeworth?"
"...Um..."
"Okay Scuffy, considering your foolish incompetence, I'll rephrase that. What do see in his behaviour?"
Gumshoe could answer that one.
"He seems upset or angry a lot and he never seems to smile."
Franziska thought for a while before giving her final assesment.
"Good enough. Miles Edgeworth, I see pain when I look at you, you're an unhappy person who needs help. You're stuck in the same place all the time." Franziska was annoying, but this proved that she cared. Still, Miles didn't want to see a doctor.
"Franziska, don't give me that. You ran back to German-"
"Shut up! You have no idea-"
"I went to the airp-"
"This is different! You're clearly ill, I was studying!"
"It's the same principal!"
"You're lying!"
Miles was just plainly pissed by now, so much so that he stood up on still shaking legs and walked straight out of the door. He'd thrown the mirror down as he left, shattering the thin glass and breaking the hinge to the two parts of the mirror.
"Um, Miss Von Karma, pal. Should I go after him?" Gumshoe was clearly nervous. Franziska didn't blame him.
"Yes. He needs to reimburse me for my mirror."
"Yes sir!"
Gumshoe left the room clumsily, tripping over several different pieces of furniture on his way out. Franziska watched him leave, restraining her hand with much willpower, from floating over to her whip. After the door had been kicked shut, Franziska sat down and put her head in her hands. Miles Edgeworth was going to get the appropriate help, even if she had to tie her whip around him to do so. She began to look for some paperwork, trying to wile away some time before Gumshoe came back with Miles. As she was doing so, she came across some old papers that looked out of place. She picked up the papers by a corner and as she did so, a small card fell out from between pages 6 and 7. She picked it up and intended to put it back into her desk when some of the writing caught her eye.
Trauma councilling
Pop in or call us on 04462698334*
Franziska remembered this, it was given to her on the day she found out her father died. Goodness knows what her big sister thought she needed that for. Still, this was it. Call this number and Miles Edgeworth wouldn't have a choice but to get help. She picked up a perfectly charged cell phone and dialed the listed number.
"Hello?"
"Hello, I'd like to request councilling for my step-brother."
"Name, please?"
"Franziska Von Karma."
"Do you want to book one session or multiple sessions?"
"Multiple."
"Can we see you tomorrow then please?"
"Time?"
"Is five in the evening okay?"
"Yes."
"See you then."
"Thank you."
Franziska listened to the line go dead before hanging up herself. It was at that moment that Miles and Gumshoe walked in. Miles seemed a little more shaky than he did before he did before he walked out of the office. That was all Franziska needed.
"Cancel all appointments for tomorrow afternoon."
"Why?"
"I booked multiple councilling sessions for you."
"Franziska, that was by no means needed."
"I don't care."
"I don't need help!"
Miles watched in irritation as Franziska held her left hand out.
"Give the hand to me Miles."
Miles complied.
"You're shaking, you had another flashback."
Franziska released her hand.
"You're going."
Miles sighed.
"I give up, wild mare. If it will shut you up, fine."
"Change your tone!"
Suddenly, everything changed, the atmosphere was somehow lighter than it had initially been and, for the first time in a month, Miles allowed himself a sincere smile.
A/N: *Not a real phone number
I hope you enjoyed that chapter. First person to guess correctly who the councillor is going to be gets a oneshot/ drabble of their choice.