Author's Note: Whoop! Done with the first trial! And now onto several crack filler chapters before onto the next trial! Okay; I feel like I should have done this chapter sooner, but I've been sick lately. And lazy.

Do not own Ace Attorney.

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My arm started to hurt a little. Not my entire arm, just a small bit of it. I cautiously opened one eye to glance at it. My sleeve was torn and my arm was bleeding a bit. It looked like it had been grazed by a bullet. Slowly, I turned my head to see the wall behind me. There was, in fact, a bullet lodged in the wall.

"Maya!" A familiar man's voice screeched. My eyes snapped towards the door. Bunny Rabbit lay unconscious on the floor, and the Bailiff was rushing over to make sure she didn't escape or try to shoot anyone again. The gun was a few feet from her. It must have flew from her hand and discharged the bullet. Finally, I looked at Maya. She was doubled over, shaking in fear, and a man stood near her, pulling her up by one of her shoulders.

The man was wearing an open blue suite-jacket that had seen better days, with matching pants and a wrinkled white collared shirt. Around his neck were a loose red tie and a golden locket. He had stubble on his chin, and his blue eyes were fearful. The man's left arm was in a sling and appeared to be lame. However, the strangest thing about him was his blue beanie with 'Papa' written on it in pink with a surprised-face button.

"Maya! Are you okay? Maya?" The man desperately checked to see if the woman in question was hurt. She sniffled, then threw her arms around the man.

"Nick!" She yelled, clinging to the man. "Nick, if I didn't get the gun, she coulda shot someone else!" She cried as the man rubbed her back soothingly with his right hand. A teenage girl with brown hair, a blue cape, a blue silk top hat, and a dark dress came running through the door.

"Daddy, what happened?" Trucy exclaimed, seeing how distressed Maya was. She looked over to me. "Polly!" She yelled, her face both angry and worried. "What happened?"

"B-Bunny said she would kill Maya, then she was in front of the door, then... Then there was a thud and a bang..." Words failed me after that.

"Mr. Wright burst through the door!" Ms. Gumshoe offered. "It hit the murderer in the head hard, and she got knocked out! She dropped the gun and let go of Maya!" Her eyes sparkled. "Mr. Wright's a hero!" The judge squinted his eyes.

"Phoenix Wright?!" He asked, obviously surprised that the man was Mr. Wright. Mr. Wright looked up sheepishly.

"Am I interrupting the trial?"

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I slammed my head on the table at A la Shoe. Instead of being paid, we get to have free lunch here, which would be good if the trial hadn't been so freakin' traumatic. Trucy, who was to my left, looked at me.

"Cheer up, Polly!" She smiled and slapped me on the back. "Daddy's fine, Mystic Maya's fine, your arm is fine, and Maggey is free!" Vera, who was sitting on my right, opened her sketchbook and started doodling furiously. She turned it to show us what she drew. It was a picture of me, with a ridiculously annoyed look on my face. A chibi Trucy and Mr. Hat were in the background, looking zealous while pumping their fists into the air.

"...Why are you... Upset?" She asked. "...Are you jealous... Of Mr. Wright?" I blinked.

"Uh, what?" Once again, the blue haired girl scribbled in her book and turned it to show up a frowny-face.

"...He's getting all the attention... You were the one... Who got Maggey free..." Vera bit her nails. "...Sorry... I'm wrong... Aren't I...?" I sighed.

"Don't bite your nails, Vera." I picked my head off the table. "That habit put you in the hospital." She took her hands away from her mouth, and smiled slightly. Mr. Wright, Mr. and Ms. Gumshoe, and Maya had been to engrossed in their own conversation about random things I didn't understand completely, and I didn't think they were listening to us.

"Hospital?" Maya exclaimed, eyes shining with interest as she leaned across the table towards Vera. "What, did you bite part of your thumb off and they had to sew it back on?" She grabbed Vera's hand and inspected her fingers. Vera was obviously flustered.

"No; I- I... I...!" Vera stuttered. She struggled to keep herself from biting her nails on her other hand. Ms. Gumshoe decided to take a guess.

"Were you too busy biting you nails to watch where you were going, and knocked someone out a fifth floor window and you fell out trying to catch them?" She asked loudly. "Don't worry, that's happened to me, too!" Mr. Gumshoe laughed.

"Luckily, we landed on some homeless alcoholic bum walking by," He smiled like he won the lottery. "Maggey was completely uninjured, and I only broke a bone or two!"

"That wasn't an alcoholic homeless bum." Mr. Wright glared. Mr. Gumshoe raised his eyebrows.

"Really, pal? How would you know?" He asked, genuinely curious, with a tone saying 'There's-no-way-you-know-this-one,-pal!'

"That was me you landed on." Mr. Wright stated dryly. Mr. and Ms. Gumshoe were suddenly incredibly tense. Maya laughed, then tried desperately to brake the tension.

"So how'd you end up in the hospital, Vera?" The black haired woman asked. She stuttered a bit, before Mr. Wright swooped in to save her.

"An evil man who wanted her to keep quiet realized she bites her nails when she's nervous, and gave her poisoned nail polish." He stated as if it were no big deal. Maya's eyes widened with realization.

"OO-OOH! So you're that Vera!" She exclaimed, with an understanding and slightly sympathetic look on her face.

"Vera's not exactly a common name, Maya. Did you expect me to know and employ two blue-haired artists named Vera?" Mr. Wright asked his friend. Maya didn't even take notice of him.

"Don't worry, noone blames you." She smiled sincerely. Vera fidgeted as Mr. and Ms. Gumshoe exchanged confused glances.

"Uh... Blame her for what, pal?" Mr. Gumshoe asked. Maya took a deep breath, as if to explain something, but Mr. Wright beat her to it.

"It's nothing, Detective." He said. Suddenly, Trucy realized something.

"Who's cooking our lunch?" The teenage girl asked before Ms. Gumshoe smiled proudly.

"Lucky's cooking most of it. Our only other employee is helping him. He's supposed to be a waiter, but he agreed to cook for an extra five dollars on his next paycheck."

Mr. Wright had been sitting at the end of the booth. He got up, and said he had to go to the bathroom. A short while after he entered the bathroom, out came two people, balancing several dishes as they walked. One of the people was the Gumshoe son, while the other....

...Was wearing a giant blue Badger suit?

Anyway, the two people set down the food. He put a large burgers in front of Maya, Trucy, and Mr. Wright's seat. Mr. and Ms. Gumshoe both shared a large bowl of spaghetti, which was carried by their son, and I had a chicken sandwich while Vera ate a salad. The Blue Badger man stood there a minute, and then said to Maya (I think),

"You look familiar. Are you one of my ex-girlfriends?"

"I don't think so," Maya chuckled, taking a very un-ladylike bite out of her burger. "I've never dated anyone. Much less a badger." The badger scratched the back of his neck.

"Why don't we change that?" He asked with a hopeful voice. "Wanna go to a movie? You're paying, though."

"Ah, what a world, what a world. A giant badger is hitting on a poor, defenseless girl who talks to dead people," Mr. Wright said, grinding his teeth, as he got back from the men's room. "We aughta get you fixed." The badger turned around to see Mr. Wright, and then practically tackled him

"NIIICK!" The Man-Badger exclaimed, "YOU'RE ALIVE! I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONNA DIE FOR SURE!" Mr. Wright grimaced in pain as his head knocked off the badger head, while his lame arm was crushed in the badger's hug. The Badger-Man had spiky light brown hair and a goatee that matched the hair on his head.

"Larry, let go!" Mr. Wright spat. The man complied, and scratched the back of his head while sticking out his tongue.

"Sorry, Nick, but I really thought you were dead!" He exclaimed. Maya and Trucy jumped out of their seats.

"LARRY!" Maya yelled in a scolding tone. "HOW did you not recognize me?!" She puffed up her cheeks childishly.

"YEAH, UNCLE LARRY!" Trucy yelled. "I KNOW I got big since last time you saw me, but HOW could you not recognize me?!" She asked, incredibly pissed off. 'Larry' turned to Mr. Wright.

"Help, Nick." Mr. Wright stuck his nose in the air.

"I got shot in the shoulder when walking down the street with you, and all you do is call the police and run off after a pretty girl and assume I'm dead. No." He said with obvious fake sadness.

"If it makes you feel better, Edgey and Franzy are comin' cause they think's you're on your deathbed."

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Author's Note: It feels like it went by so quickly. And, yes. You are all going to have to deal with Larry, Edgeworth, and Franziska. Also, the falling out a fifth floor window thing is something that just screamed Maggey and Gumshoe. And getting landed on by said people falling out the window just seemed Phoenix-ey to me. I dunno.