A/N: I have a bad memory so although I just played Spirit of Justice, please excuse any mistakes when it comes to Apollo's backstory. I mean, Capcom made it so confusing, it's not my fault if I get something wrong.

January 7th, 2029, 5:00 PM
Wright Anything Agency

Phoenix paced. He hadn't paced this much since the day he asked if Trucy wanted to stay with him after her father's disappearance. He almost wished he'd asked Maya to come. She would have calmed his nerves, but he knew Apollo probably wouldn't have appreciated it, and it may have made Maya uncomfortable too. She thought of Trucy as her daughter, and watching her be reintroduced to her real mother most likely wouldn't have been her idea of a good time. So he was alone with Thalassa, at least until Apollo and Trucy showed up.

He was almost surprised to see her step out of the cab that afternoon. He was half expecting her not to show up and was preparing himself to give them the news alone, but for once she was true to her word. She was there, and they would finally find out.

Thalassa watched him from the couch where she was sitting. "Mr. Wright, I don't mean to make demands of you but would you like to sit down?"

He glanced at her. She was so quiet that he hadn't been paying her any attention. He supposed she had a lot to think about too, even more so than him. His phone vibrated before he could reply, and he reached inside his jacket pocket to retrieve it. "Apollo and Trucy are almost here," he said after reading the message from Trucy.

Thalassa stood up. "Would you like me to wait somewhere?"

He rubbed a hand through his hair. "Uh, sure, you can wait in the back room. I'll come get you when they get here."

She nodded and took her leave to the back room where they kept old files nowadays. It was a room with fond memories for Phoenix, where he and Maya and Pearl used to watch movies together or play board or video games on boring nights, but now it was simply an extra space filled with files and old junk. He sat down in Thalassa's vacated spot and waited.

It didn't take long before he heard voices outside the office door. They got louder the closer they got, and finally Apollo and Trucy walked into the office together, both smiling at whatever it was they were talking about. They always looked so happy together, he thought. He would have put a stop to it had he thought it was getting inappropriate, but it never did. They already acted like brother and sister. Trucy even confided in him once that she wished Apollo was younger so that Phoenix could adopt him, too. That made him smile. If only she'd known.

When the two of them noticed Phoenix sitting on the couch waiting for them, their smiles faded. They seemed to know that there was something serious going on. They made their way to the couches and sat down beside each other.

"Daddy… What did you need to see us for?" Trucy asked.

Apollo looked around as if trying to see if there was something out of place within the office, but looked back at Phoenix when he found nothing strange. "What's this about, Mr. Wright?"

"I need to introduce you two to someone important," Phoenix said. He didn't really know how to get this started. There was no way to prepare them for what they were about to hear, he had to just do it.

Apollo furrowed his eyebrows. "Is it a client?"

Phoenix shook his head. "Wait here," he said. He got up and headed into the back room. There was some murmuring that Apollo and Trucy sat and listened to until Phoenix returned. He had with him none other than the singer they'd met three years ago, Lamiroir. She was wearing her traditional outfit, her cloak printed with stars and her almost transparent face covering. She walked around the couch and sat down across from them. Phoenix returned and sat beside her.

Trucy looked confused. "Daddy… This is Lamiroir. We already know her. I know you were pretty busy back then with your Jurist System stuff but I didn't think you'd forget something big like that." Trucy smiled at her. "It's great to see you again! I loved the flowers you gave me for my first big show last year."

Apollo smiled as well. "Yeah, it's been a while."

Lamiroir nodded. "Too long."

There were a few seconds of silence, and Phoenix turned to Lamiroir. "Are you ready?"

She nodded. "Yes. It's finally time."

Apollo and Trucy glanced at each other. "What's going on?" Apollo said.

Lamiroir lifted her hands to her face and removed her hood first. Her hair was light brown, separated into two parts that were held together with bangles and pulled over each shoulder. She pulled off her face covering next. Apollo looked confused, but when Phoenix glanced at Trucy, he saw a sort of dawning realization there. Trucy recognized her.

Trucy covered her mouth with her hand to stifle her gasp. Apollo looked at her. "What's wrong, Trucy?"

"Apollo," Lamiroir said, pulling his attention back to her. "It seems Trucy has figured it out, but not you. You wouldn't though, would you? I suppose you were much too young when it happened to remember anything… You were only a baby."

Apollo felt a chill run through him at those words. Remember her? He was a baby when it happened? He looked over at Phoenix, who was sitting and staring at Apollo with an unreadable look on his face. He looked back to Lamiroir, who smiled softly at him.

"Who are you?" he said. The way the words left his mouth made it sound more like a demand than a question.

Lamiroir's smile never faltered. She slipped off her cloak to reveal a white dress underneath, and held out her right arm. It was bare except for the thick gold bracelet around her wrist. "My real name is Thalassa Gramarye. I'm your mother, Apollo. Yours… and Trucy's."

There was stunned silence. Trucy may have been able to recognize Thalassa as her long lost mother, but hearing that she was also Apollo's? That meant… Apollo was her brother. She glanced sideways at Apollo to see his reaction. He was staring at Thalassa's arm, at the bracelet that matched his own.

"What…? Y-You're my — our — mother? Then Trucy is—"

"Your sister, yes," Thalassa confirmed. "Your half sister."

Trucy could feel happy tears welling in her eyes. It was enough that her mother was actually alive, but finding out that Apollo, who she already loved like a brother, really was her brother? It was more than she ever could have imagined. She was happy, but she couldn't gauge Apollo's reaction. He wasn't saying anything, and when she looked at him he was frowning. "Polly… Isn't this great?" she tried.

"Is this a joke?" he said, ignoring Trucy and looking back and forth between Thalassa and Phoenix. "I assumed my mother was dead because she left me in an orphanage after the fire that killed my father. What kind of mother would do that?" His hands clenched into fists. "And if you really are our mother, why didn't you tell us sooner? You met us three years ago. It took you this long to finally admit it? Why?"

Phoenix finally spoke up. "Apollo, you should know that when you first met Thalassa, she had amnesia due to the accident with Troupe Gramarye. She didn't know who you were. She didn't even know that she was anyone other than Lamiroir."

"But she does now," Apollo said. "So how long have you known we were here?"

Thalassa looked at the floor. There was no sense lying. She knew there was the possibility that her children would be angry at her, and she was also well aware of Apollo's inherited ability. "I will not lie, Apollo. After the trial of Vera Misham, I regained my memories and had surgery to fix my eyes as well. I've known almost the entire time."

Apollo nodded, his lips pressed tightly together. "Right. And you never bothered to look for me in the 24 years since you lost me in that fire. My last name has always been Justice, and you didn't lose your memories of me until years after the fire. If you had even looked, you would have been able to find me. Instead you left me in foster care, and in orphanages, and went ahead with your life. I didn't even know I had a sister all this time." His voice cracked, and his hands were visibly shaking now. "My entire life, except for the short time I spent with Dhurke, I thought I was alone."

Trucy took a deep breath. She felt for Apollo. He did have the right to be angry, she thought. Thalassa left him as a baby, and started a new life with Trucy's biological father, and had her. A whole new family, while Apollo had none. She wondered if her real father even knew about Apollo's existence. At least Trucy had memories of her mother, at least she thought she knew what happened to her and had some sort of closure all these years. Apollo had none of that. He'd been left to wonder what happened to her for his entire life.

"Don't get me wrong," Trucy said, lifting her eyes to her mother's. "I'm so happy you're alive and that Polly and I are related, but he has a point. Why didn't you tell us sooner if you knew all this time?"

"I have no excuse," Thalassa said. "I wanted to wait for the right moment, but I know now that that was a mistake, and there is no right time for something like this. But the longer I put it off, the scarier it became, and I would end up putting it off further. All I can do now is apologize, and ask forgiveness."

Apollo stood up suddenly, surprising everyone. "You think you can just waltz back into our lives and expect us to forgive you?" he said. His voice was even and surprisingly quiet for Apollo. "I never needed you, and I certainly don't now. I'm a grown man and I've turned out pretty well, I think, no thanks to you." He turned to Trucy. "Trucy, I'll never abandon you the way she abandoned us, but right now I do need some time alone. I'll come back, I promise. If anything, I'm glad to know you're my sister. I've always felt something… like some sort of invisible bond with you. I guess now I know why." He started heading for the door. "Excuse me, please."

Thalassa said nothing, and when Apollo was gone, she sighed. "I expected this reaction, but I wish there was something I could do to make it up to him. If he would let me explain why I wasn't able to find him after the fire…"

Phoenix stood up. "You two stay here. I'll go see if I can talk to him." He followed Apollo into the hallway. Looking around, Phoenix spotted him already near the elevators. "Apollo, wait up!" he called.

Apollo started pressing the down button on the elevator faster, but it hadn't even made it up to their floor before Phoenix caught up to him. "Apollo, can't you at least give Thalassa a chance to explain?"

Apollo rounded on him, his face red with a mixture of anger and sadness. Phoenix could see tears glistening in his eyes, threatening to spill over. "You knew this whole time, didn't you, Mr. Wright?" he said. His voice was shaky. "I find it a strange coincidence that you just so happened to hire a lawyer who was your daughter's own brother. You've known this entire time, and you never told either of us."

Phoenix had expected this anger directed at him as well, but he had no excuses to rely on like Thalassa. "I did. I wasn't sure about Thalassa at first, but I've always known you were related to Trucy…"

Apollo shook his head in disbelief. "You know, Mr. Wright, when I first met you, I was so unimpressed. When I was younger and first starting out in law school, I looked up to you. I basically idolized you. The things they said about you in the papers and on TV were amazing." He laughed shortly. "I aspired to be even half as great as you were back then. Then I met you and you were just some bum who could barely afford to pay his rent and couldn't play piano to save his life, who played poker in a seedy bar."

Phoenix said nothing. He deserved everything Apollo was heaping onto him, he knew that. Apollo continued on.

"And after that first trial, when you said that the playing card I used was forged… Honestly, I still don't regret hitting you after that. But you know what? Over the years I've known you, you made up for that, and I really had grown to admire you again. You were able to clear your name and become a lawyer again, you helped figure out what really happened to Clay and were able to prove Athena and Prosecutor Blackquill innocent, and you must have done something right to make Maya and Pearl love you so much. All of that gave me hope. But now…" he sniffed. "I don't know what to think about you again. Why would you hide something like this from us?"

"Apollo, please-" Phoenix tried. He didn't want to lose his friendship over this. It was a bad move on his part to wait so long for Thalassa. He should have told them, with or without her permission. It was on her that she had decided to keep it a secret and run off again to who knows where, all the while knowing her children were both alive and well, and leaving him to keep it from them and watch as they grew closer and closer without being able to utter a word of it.

"No," Apollo interrupted, waving a hand to silence him. "I'm not even angry at you for my sake… but for Trucy's. Your own daughter, and you didn't bother to tell her that her mother was alive or that she had a brother? After all she'd already lost, you kept that from her? How could you?"

"Thalassa didn't want me to tell either of you. She wanted to wait. I couldn't just tell you without her permission, Apollo—"

"You could have told us we were related, at the very least. That would have been something, but you didn't even do that."

"Please, Apollo, come back to the office so we can talk about it."

"No. I said I needed time to think. I'll be back when I'm ready." The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. Apollo stepped inside and found the ground floor button, then started immediately pressing the button to close the doors. Phoenix didn't bother following him in. If Apollo needed time, he would have to give that to him. Apollo looked up, and Phoenix could have sworn he saw a single tear slip down his cheek before the doors closed and the elevator headed downstairs.

When Phoenix re-entered the office, Thalassa looked up expectantly, but her face dropped when she saw that Apollo wasn't with him. Trucy, who had moved from her seat to sit beside her mother, placed a hand over one of hers. "Don't worry, he'll be back."

Phoenix nodded. "He said he needed time to think, but he'd be back when he was ready. I don't think we need to worry about him running back to Khura'in or anything like that."

Thalassa nodded, then smiled at Trucy. "I suppose you and I can use some of this time to catch up. I've missed so much."

Trucy smiled pleasantly back. "Well, to start with, what should I call you?"

Apollo wasn't even sure where he was going, he just needed to get out of that room. He needed time to think about this. He had so many conflicting emotions he was sure Athena would have a field day with her Mood Matrix if she knew what was going on.

He was happy deep down when he really thought about it. His mother was alive when he'd assumed her dead for years, and Trucy was his sister? He should have been celebrating, but he couldn't shake the feeling of anger at Thalassa and Phoenix for keeping this secret from them for so long. While it was true that Phoenix made a point of making sure he and Trucy spent time together often — he now realized why — it didn't feel the same. If they had known they were siblings it would have been different somehow.

He stuffed his hands in his pockets and headed down the sidewalk. There was a cafe not too far away that he could go to, have a coffee, and then maybe head back to the office once he'd cooled off a bit. He'd have to talk it out with Thalassa eventually, but at the moment he was too overwhelmed.

It was a cold evening, so the cafe was pretty packed when he finally made his way inside. There was a small line up, and he stepped in line behind someone wearing a slouchy winter hat over their blonde hair, which peeked out ever so slightly, and a black leather jacket zipped up to their chin. They were wearing sunglasses too, which Apollo found strange since it was almost dark out, and they were inside.

The line moved rather quickly, and he stood tapping his foot while the person in front of him leaned over the counter suggestively towards the pretty young barista on the other side. "I'll have a large, non-fat frappuccino with whipped cream and chocolate sauce, please, Fräulein."

Apollo froze in his spot. He knew that fake German accent anywhere, and now the blonde hair and the sunglasses and zipped up coat, along with the obnoxious drink order, made perfect sense. Klavier Gavin, prosecutor and ex-rock star, was attempting to hide his identity in a cafe full of young people who would all recognize him if they'd ever so much as turned on a TV at some point in their lives. The young barista wasn't able to recognize him behind the sunglasses and with his long hair pulled up into the hat, but his smile was apparently all he needed to impress, because she blushed and giggled, then headed back to make his drink.

Apollo kept quiet, hoping desperately that Klavier would take his drink and leave without noticing him. But his luck had never been that good, and as soon as the barista handed over his drink, Klavier turned around and grinned right down at Apollo.

"Hallo, Herr Forehead."

Apollo groaned. "Hi, Prosecutor Gavin."

"You didn't think I would miss that glaringly obvious forehead, did you? I could see it shining in the reflection of the glass here," he said, gesturing towards the display of baked goods.

Apollo rolled his eyes and moved up to the counter to give the barista his order, a simple coffee with cream and sugar. He paid, and when he had his drink in hand he started making his way to a table. Klavier followed right behind.

"Do you mind if I join you, Herr Forehead? I'd love to hear all about this Kingdom of Khura'in I hear you've been living in this past year, without even saying goodbye to me, might I add."

"I'm really not in the mood, Prosecutor Gavin," Apollo said. Klavier ignored him and sat down in the booth Apollo had chosen, on the opposite side of the table from him. He slipped off his sunglasses and looked around, then set them on the table, seemingly satisfied that no one was paying enough attention to notice him now.

He looked at Apollo seriously. "What happened? I know you don't really consider me a friend, but you're welcome to tell me. I think we know each other well enough for that at least, ja?"

Apollo thought for a second. Maybe it would feel good to tell someone, even Klavier Gavin. "Okay, you really want to know?"

Klavier leaned forward eagerly. "Oh yes."

"You remember Lamiroir, right?"

"Of course."

"I just found out that she's my mom, and Trucy Wright is my sister," Apollo deadpanned.

Klavier blinked, then started to laugh, and a few heads did turn in their direction. "Oh come on, Herr Forehead. What's really going on?"

Apollo sat and simply looked at Klavier with a completely straight face. "I'm being serious, Prosecutor Gavin." Klavier raised his eyebrows. He knew Apollo wasn't really one to joke around, so if he was insisting after being called out once, Klavier had to believe him. For once in his life he didn't really know what to say. Apollo snorted. "I've even made Klavier Gavin speechless. Imagine how I feel finding this out!"

"Well it is surprising, but isn't it a good thing? Why are you here alone in this cafe rather than spending time with your long lost mother and sister?"

Apollo sighed. "It's way too long a story, Prosecutor."

"Herr Forehead, why don't you just call me Klavier? 'Prosecutor Gavin' is so formal, and we're not in the courtroom right now."

"Alright… Klavier."

Klavier smiled that perfectly straight white smile again. "I don't mind long stories, either. As often as we've gone toe to toe in court, I don't really know much about you, do I?"

Apollo shrugged. "Well, like you said, it's not like we're close friends, right?"

"We can always change that. Although, I get the feeling you don't like me very much."

Apollo looked away, a little embarrassed. "I don't mean to come across that way. You're just a little… overwhelming sometimes. It's your whole rock star thing, I guess."

"Except The Gavinners are no more. Unless you happen to know another detective that plays guitar? Or maybe you play an instrument? Wouldn't it be funny to have a prosecutor and a defense attorney in a band together?"

Apollo couldn't help smiling. "Unfortunately, I don't play guitar. My dad did, though. Maybe I should take it up, I might have some latent musical talent in my blood."

"Well, if your dad played guitar and your mom is Lamiroir, I'd say there's a good chance. Maybe I should give you some lessons?" Klavier said, resting his head in his hand and flashing that smile yet again. Apollo didn't give him the satisfaction of a reaction, so Klavier took a sip of his drink. "Or you could just tell me about what happened with Lamiroir and Fräulein Wright and get it off your chest. Believe it or not, I know what it's like to have family issues. You know about my brother, after all."

Apollo didn't say anything to that. He was just glad that Klavier didn't remind him of Kristoph. They looked alike sure, but Klavier and Kristoph Gavin couldn't be more different from each other, and when Apollo spoke to Klavier, he was never reminded of his old boss or that old case. He supposed that was a good thing, considering.

So Apollo told him. He told him everything, and Klavier listened. When he was finished his story, Klavier only nodded thoughtfully, finished off his frappucino and leaned across the table again.

"Maybe you need something a little stronger than a coffee, ja, Herr Forehead?"

January 7th, 2029, 9:00 PM
Fey-Wright Residence

When Phoenix and Trucy made it home that night after eating dinner with Thalassa at a fancy restaurant that she insisted on paying for, Maya and Pearl were waiting in the living room. They both jumped to their feet as soon as they entered the room.

Maya noticed right away that Apollo wasn't with them, but she hoped that maybe he'd stayed out a little later to spend more time with Thalassa. "How did it go?" she said, looking back and forth between the two.

Phoenix and Trucy exchanged a look. "Well… 'okay' would probably be the best way to describe it?" Phoenix said, while still looking at Trucy.

She shrugged and nodded. "I guess so. I mean… I'm happy, but it's also weird, you know? And Apollo seemed pretty upset."

"Oh. So where is Mr. Apollo?" Pearl said from behind Maya. Maya had filled her in on what was going on after Phoenix left to meet them at the office. By that time, she knew it was safe to tell her without fear of her accidentally letting anything slip to Apollo or Trucy.

"I'm not really sure, Pearls," Phoenix said, taking off his jacket and hanging it over the back of the couch before sitting down. "He left the office a little after 5, I think. He was mad."

Maya sat down beside Phoenix and Trucy sat in the armchair across from them. Both of them looked tired, Maya thought. They did have a pretty emotionally exhausting day.

Trucy set her jaw. "He won't leave though, he promised me. And now that he knows I'm his sister," she said, smiling a little, "I know he'll be back."

"How do you feel, Trucy?" Maya asked.

"Good. I'm really happy, it's just so much to take in. I don't even know what to call her. She said I could call her mom if I wanted but it feels… well, weird."

"Maybe once you spend some more time with her, it won't be so weird."

"Yeah, maybe. She's going to take me prom dress shopping next week, so you don't have to do it anymore, Maya."

"O-Oh," Maya stammered. She looked at Phoenix, who didn't seem to notice that anything was amiss. He was busy conversing with Pearl about Apollo's whereabouts, playfully teasing her that she didn't need to worry because he wouldn't leave without saying goodbye to her. She was, of course, turning crimson. "But prom isn't for another month. Is she going to be around that long?"

"She's not sure. She has another tour coming up soon, but that's the reason she wanted to take me early, so we could pick it out together."

"Well. I'm sure you'll have fun," Maya said, trying not to show her hurt feelings. She glanced at the clock. It was only just after 9, not really early enough for bed, but she needed to get upstairs. "I'm kind of tired, and I have a meeting in Kurain to go to tomorrow, so I'm going to head upstairs and read a bit before bed." She gave Trucy a quick hug. "I'm happy for you, Trucy."

"Thanks, Maya."

Maya nodded. She turned to wave goodnight to Pearl, and Phoenix turned around as well. "I'll be up a little later, Maya," he said. "I'm going to stay up a bit in case Apollo comes home late."

"Sure, Nick," she said, stopping to blow him a kiss. "In case I'm asleep when you get up there."

He made a grabbing motion in the air and went right back to talking with Pearl, so Maya headed up to their bedroom. Instead of reading, she flopped into the fluffy comforter and buried her face in her pillow. Phoenix had reassured her that Trucy wouldn't replace her just because her real mom came back, but Maya almost felt like she was already starting to do exactly that. She pulled her legs up and tucked herself under the blankets, pulling them up to her nose. She closed her eyes, hoping that maybe she'd be able to just go to sleep.

She had no such luck, and was still awake when she heard Phoenix enter the room. She closed her eyes right away and pretended to be asleep. He must have thought she was, because he was quiet as he got ready for bed. When he crawled in beside her, she felt him lean over to kiss her on the cheek, but he pulled back when he noticed her face was wet.

"Maya?" he whispered, close to her ear.

She opened her eyes. "What?"

He reached over her to her nightstand and flicked on the light. He squinted down at her. "Were you… crying?"

She turned her face into her pillow. "No. Just go to sleep, Nick. Turn the light off."

He placed a hand on her shoulder. "Maya," he sounded like he was scolding a child. "Tell me what's wrong. I can't come to bed to find my girlfriend crying for no apparent reason and just let it go like it's nothing. Did something happen today?" She rolled onto her back to look at him. He was lying on his side, holding himself up on an elbow to look down at her worriedly. She was all cried out by now, so all she did was stare at him. He sighed. "Maya."

"You said Trucy wouldn't replace me just because her real mom came back," she said quickly.

His eyebrows knitted together. "Who said she is?"

"She's getting her real mom to take her prom dress shopping now. I was supposed to do that. I wanted to."

He tilted his head. "Trucy probably didn't even know you wanted to that badly. She probably thinks she's doing you a favour by getting Thalassa to go with her instead. You should just tell her you wanted to do it. Maybe you could go with them."

"Then I'll feel like I'm just acting like a baby and intruding on her quality time with her real mom."

"You don't have to keep saying 'real' mom, Maya."

"Well, she is. I'm just Maya, her dad's girlfriend. She's never called me mom, even though she used to bug you about getting her a new mommy. When you actually did, she just kept calling me Maya."

"Again, did you ever talk to her about it? Tell her she could call you that?"

She turned her head and puffed her cheeks out. "No."

"Well, there you go," he said, finally laying down beside her. He sounded so unconcerned, it was making her a little mad.

"You don't get it, Nick. It's because you're a man."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Because you don't know what it's like. I know Trucy isn't my real daughter but I still love her like one. Something even as simple as buying a dumb dress together is such a mom and daughter bonding experience, one I wanted to have with Trucy, since Pearly will never go to a prom. Now I won't get to. I'm sure you never looked forward to going dress shopping with your daughter because it's just not a dad thing to do." She was getting close to tears again, so she rolled over to face her back to him.

He traced a finger lightly down her side, and she squirmed away from him. "I'll talk to Trucy tomorrow," he said, pulling his hand back.

She rolled back over quickly. "No, I don't want her to feel bad."

"I can make it sound like you never told me. A sort of, 'hey wasn't Maya supposed to take you? I thought she was looking forward to it?' type of thing."

She shook her head. "No, don't, Nick. I'll just suck it up. I want Trucy to have a good relationship with Thalassa, so I shouldn't interfere… Even if I am jealous."

"Okay… If you're sure."

"I am. I'll be fine." She forced a smile and leaned in to peck him on the cheek. "Give it eighteen years and maybe I'll have another daughter to go with."

He smiled. "I hope so. Anything yet?"

"Nick, we only just started trying yesterday, so no, nothing yet."

"I'm impatient."

"You're going to hate it when I actually am pregnant. You do know it takes nine months right?"

He rolled his eyes while she giggled and snuggled in closer so he could wrap an arm around her. "Goodnight, Nick."

"Mm. Night, Maya."

A/N: I was so excited to write Klavier! He's my favourite prosecutor (yes even over Edgeworth) and I've never written about him before. It's been a while since I played Apollo Justice, so hopefully he sounded normal? Capcom really needs to bring him back for more than a crappy cameo.