I'm sorry I didn't update last Monday... my chapter wasn't ready and, yeah... my bad. But I'm here now! I can't really promise I'll be able to publish next week, but, well... we'll see! Please bear with me! By the way, this story's now over 50'000 words, I can't believe it! And I feel like I've told so little yet... it's gonna be so huge, I tell you! At the very least 100'000 words! I've never written so much for one story, this story has me really motivated! Yay!

I thought at first I'd do this chapter from Athena's POV (because of the Franziska/Athena), but we had her POV not that long ago and I could really use a Phoenix's POV about now (a lot happened to the Hobopollo last chapter after all). Soo we're back with our senior attorney! And something incredible happens, ho ho! (though all in all it's really not much... I'm still excited yay!)

Oh and I had to rewrite the end twice, because I'm apparently not good at remembering what I've written before and yeah... It was a lot of trouble, urg. Well, at least I realized what I wrote couldn't happen before publishing. That would have been awful. Gah.

Have a good read!


Phoenix looked down at the paper in front of him with a content smile. He only needed one last signature and it would be an official document deeming Apollo as his son.

It made him remember the other time he had filled such a form. Back then, he didn't really know what he was doing, except that he had to help Trucy. What he would understand only later was that he needed her almost as much, if not even more, than she needed him. His life was a mess back then, but in the end he was able to sort it all out, with the help of his cute little darling daughter.

He smiled in pure glee as he pictured Trucy in his head. She was his little sun in a life too often dark. He knew he would have to let her go at some point so she could make her own life, but for now he wanted to keep her close to him. Her and her brother Apollo, of course. Which was the whole point of this paper he was looking at right now.

Thinking of Apollo, Phoenix wondered how the trial was going. It wouldn't be an easy case, but he knew they would be able to discover the truth. Athena and Apollo were his employees, he trusted them with his life. Apollo had defended him once, and he would let Athena do the same any day. Not that he planned on getting accused of murder a fourth time. Three was more than enough.

He would have gone to cheer them on, but he decided filling the adoption's paper was a better idea. The sooner the better, right? And it was the perfect opportunity to do so, as his understudies were both busy. The only thing left was for Apollo to sign it and then they would be officially a family.

Phoenix leaned back on his chair and turned around to look through the window. He was looking right to the Gatewater hotel, but he didn't care as he was mostly in his thoughts. The whole adoption made him think about Apollo and thinking about Apollo made him remember what happened the night before.

What he felt when Apollo clung to him, crying desperately, was mainly a blend of two things. The first feeling happened a lot when Trucy was young and she couldn't sleep. She would often wake up in the middle of the night, frightened because of a nightmare, and then she would ask if she could sleep with him. Phoenix would say yes, of course, because he didn't know how to say no to her, and they would cuddle in his bed until morning came. At these times, he always felt a surge of affection and protectiveness.

The other emotion he felt was something he only ever experienced with Miles, though it was more than once. He didn't know how to phrase it as it was something you have to live to truly understand, but it always came to him when he finally managed to make him open up to him. The first time had been with the DL-6 case, when he had to defend him and Miles finally admitted to having feelings. And then it happened a lot more after that. It was a mix of pride, happiness and sadness at the same time – as what he had to say most of the time was heart-wrenching.

It was the first time Phoenix felt these two distinct emotions at the same time, and it made him realize he still had a lot to learn about himself. What was sure, though, was that he was glad Apollo finally, after all this time, opened up to him. But each time he pictured him looking so hurt, it made his heart churn inside him.

As he had thought, Clay's death was still affecting him very much. He wanted to help him so bad, but there was a limit to what he could do. Being there was pretty much all he could help with. And giving him the family he so deserved.

Phoenix decided to get up as he clearly wasn't doing anything productive. He let the adoption's paper on his desk and wandered back to the living room. He fell on the couch and grabbed the novel he had decided to begin the day before. He wasn't much of a reader, but once in a while, he could really enjoy a book.

Right now, though, he found he couldn't concentrate – his mind was filled with Apollo. After having read the same page four times, he got up once more and went to make some coffee. As the machine worked, he leaned on the counter and winced as his back hurt a little.

Sleeping twice on the couch hadn't help his back, but it had help him get more sleep. As he had already figured out, sleeping with someone really was the key to cure his own insomnia. He felt a little bad for using Apollo that way, but the kid seemed like he slept better too, so maybe it was for the best after all.

Not that he intended to do it again. The first time had been a fluke, and the second was because of Apollo's state. It wasn't something you did with your twenty-four years old son, no matter how you looked at it.

When the coffee was ready, he got a cup and sat back down on the couch, opening the television. It was the afternoon, and by that time the trial was most likely finished. He concluded it was extended and Athena and Apollo had to investigate some more. Oh well, they'd come back at some point, and then he could see if he could help them.

For now, he leaned back and tried to enjoy the show. Trucy got home at some point and she sat down besides him to give him a hug. The father, while smiling fondly, asked her, "How was your day, sweetie?"

"Wonderful!" She answered, as enthusiast as ever. "There's this boy in my class, he'll come see me at my show next Wednesday! Amazing, huh?"

Phoenix winced a little, noticing his daughter was blushing a little. She was at that age now, he mused, when she'd become interested in boys – well, she was for a while now, but he still had a hard time coming around it. It wasn't the first time she hinted to having a crush on someone, but to Phoenix's knowledge, she never had a boyfriend yet. She would have told him, wouldn't she? He asked her, trying to be casual about it, "He's your classmate?"

"Yeah," she answered dreamily, "he's in math and history with me and, hey, he's studying hypnosis on the side! That's why he wanna see my show! That's amazing, right?" She was smiling and Phoenix felt worry wash over him.

"You shouldn't let him hypnotize you," he ordered her seriously. "You don't know what he could make you do!"

She beamed at him, so perfectly naive. "It's okay, Daddy, you can't do something you really don't wanna do in hypnosis!" She paused before admitting, "At least, that's what he said!"

Phoenix sighed, knowing he couldn't convince her no matter what. He settled on, "Don't let him hypnotize you if you're alone with him, okay? Scratch that, don't be alone with him at all!"

Trucy's smile took on a teasing note and she hugged him. "You worry too much, Daddy! I'll be fine! He's not dangerous, you know! He's my age!" She didn't know what boys her age did, did she? Phoenix hugged her back and kissed her head, before making her promise, "Be prudent, that's all I'm asking."

"Okay," she said as she let go. In an attempt to change subjects, she asked, "So, where's Polly and Thena?"

"I suppose the trial's been reconvened," he guessed, "so they must be investigating."

"It'd be cool if we had another client, huh?" She grinned, getting excited, "We could be investigating together. Father and daughter. That'd be so totally cool!"

He smiled fondly and took her hat off to pet her on the head. "Yeah, that would be cool, but you have school, Truce."

"It didn't stop me two years ago," she argued. "And I was investigating with a guy you barely knew. Polly could have kidnapped me and had his way with me!"

He chuckled, the thought so alien it didn't even manage to scare him. Apollo, kidnapping Trucy? He was the last one he expected to act that way! "He would never do something like that."

"You're right," she admitted and got a little more serious, "but you didn't know him that well back then."

Thoughtful, he let go of his daughter's head to settle on her shoulders while she snuggled to him. Even if she was seventeen now, she still was as touchy-feely as when she was a little girl, something Phoenix was ever so grateful for. Without thinking, he admitted, "I trusted him ever since he punched me for giving him shady evidence. I thought, if he was that angry even though I made him win, then he was someone I could trust blindly."

After a pause, Trucy commented, "That was really deep."

His free hand slipped through his hair and he chuckled, feeling a little sheepish. "Anyway, I trusted him and I trusted you, so I had nothing to fear. And, well, I had other stuff to think about back then..."

Silence filled the room for some time, both Wrights deep in their thoughts, until Trucy worked out of her father's embrace and got up. "I have homework," she announced, "and I'm supposed to meet Pearly later tonight, so I have to get going."

Phoenix smiled at his almost niece's mention and told his daughter, "Sweetie, tell Pearls I'd really like to see her some time, okay? She can come over whenever she wants!"

"Okay, I'll tell her!" And with that, she was off to her room.

Phoenix stayed in the living-room for a while until he remembered he forgot to tell her about the adoption's paper. It wasn't that important anyway, so he decided he'd tell her when she would be free.

When dinner time came around, his understudies still weren't back, so Phoenix got up and walked to Trucy's room to ask her if she would eat. She answered she was eating with her best friend and admitted she had to go. Phoenix saw her off before going into the kitchen.

There wasn't much in his fridge, but he settled on something and made enough so Athena and Apollo could eat when they would finally get home. He was still all alone when he finished cooking, though, and he decided to wait a while longer.

Finally, passed seven, they both came around, looking as tired as could be. He welcomed them with a smile and a, "You're looking exhausted."

"Don't start me," Apollo, with a wince, warned him. "Prosecutor von Karma is so annoying, I don't know how Athena cope up with her."

Athena, at the prosecutor's mention, lighted up and admitted, "She was so cool on the prosecutor's bench!"

Phoenix chuckled as Apollo seemed unimpressed. Before she could go on on Franziska's prowess, the red-suited attorney explained, "We managed to discredit her witness, but then she came up with some explanation that only managed to make our client look guiltier. It made the judge reconvene the trial, at least, but it really doesn't help us."

Before he could explain every little details, Phoenix cut in, "Sorry, Polly, but, before you go on, we really should eat."

"I'm starving," Athena chipped in. "We didn't have time to eat with all that investigation."

The older smiled and moved them to the kitchen, where the dinner was ready to get eaten. They sat down quickly and began eating while discussing the case. It really wasn't an easy one, but they would get through somehow. They found some really useful clues that day and Phoenix had good hope they would be able to get a Not Guilty verdict on Monday. Unless, of course, Franziska came up with something else.

They talked about the case until Trucy came back, at around ten in the evening. She sat with them and Phoenix took on him to explain everything to her while his employees were skimming through the evidence one more time. She commented and made one very good observation which could make them win the case. The older hugged her and thanked her before showing the other two lawyers what his daughter came up with.

"Wow, you'd make a great attorney, Truce!" Commented Athena, clearly awed. "She investigated a lot with me before you came to the Agency," Apollo admitted, looking proud of his little sister. Touched, Phoenix petted him on the head and he complained, but didn't stop him.

"You're so cute," Widget blurted out. Athena smiled and added, "I never saw a family acting so cute!" With that one comment, she managed to make the three of them flush. Or maybe not Trucy, after all. She only smiled wider and high-fived with Athena, agreeing, "It's because we're Wright!"

They couldn't help but laugh, even though the joke was so old by now. After that, Trucy told them she was sleepy. Athena got the cue and thanked her one more time before making her way to the door. This left Apollo alone with Phoenix.

After an awkward silence, Apollo said, "We should go to bed too."

"Yeah, I guess," answered Phoenix. However, the younger made no move towards his room and stayed where he was, near the front door. Phoenix himself stood near the couch. He planned on sitting down, but he had a feeling that, if he did now, it would trigger Apollo to do the same. And he didn't want that – he wanted the younger attorney to go to his own bed. "Polly...?" He asked, hoping it would make him react.

The younger looked up to him, obviously lost in his thoughts. "Yeah?"

"... Weren't you going to bed?" This startled him and he straightened up. He shook his head, as if shushing away some thoughts, and commented, "Yeah, right..."

Apollo was obviously thinking about something, but Phoenix guessed it had to do with their investigation, so he let it slide. When he saw Apollo walking towards his room, he finally sat down on the couch and tried to find the remote. He spotted it on the small table and grabbed it, opening the television. He muted it and tried to find something to watch.

A small sound behind him made him jump and he turned around quickly. Apollo was there, looking at him as if he was as surprised as Phoenix himself. "What are you still doing here, Polly?"

The younger looked lost for one second, before he admitted, "Euhm, I thought you were going to bed, so, you know, I... I thought I should go through the evidence once more and... yeah..."

"Polly," he admonished him, "you need your sleep, too. You know everything there is to know about this case and tomorrow is Saturday anyway."

"I..." he hesitated, "I suppose, yeah." Looking closely at him, Phoenix noticed he was most likely lying, or not being truly honest. Phoenix didn't have his magatama, so he couldn't tell which one it was.

They stared at one another for some time, until Phoenix sighed. "You wanna sleep on the couch once more?" By the look on his face, Phoenix had guessed right. His hesitation made sense, then. "There's no helping it, is there?"

Apollo's face lighted up a little and he moved towards the couch, settling besides him. As soon as he was sitting, Phoenix stood up. Trying to be casual, he told him, "Well, I guess I'll go to sleep then."

In a puzzled tone, his son asked, "Weren't you going to watch TV?"

A little flushed, Phoenix scratched his head and looked for an answer good enough. "Well... yeah, I guess, but, euhm, if you're gonna sleep, I don't want to disturb you." It could have went better, but it was still something.

"You don't disturb me," answered Apollo, in a very matter-of-fact manner. This made it all the more difficult to argue.

Spotting his book on the small table, Phoenix made for it and showed it to the younger, "Oh, but I think I'll be reading instead. It'll help me fall asleep better, I think. It should, at least. They say television's bad for sleep anyway." Great, now he was rambling.

This time, the younger seemed to get the cue and, though looking disbelieving, he said, "Okay then, good night, boss!"

Relieved, Phoenix went to give him a quick hug and wished him a good night. He quickly retreated to his office and closed the door, before falling on his couch. He really looked forward to having his own television: there was no way he'd be able to concentrate on a book that late. But he was trapped in his room until morning, as Apollo would surely spend the night in the living-room.

He didn't even try to read and made his bed, before closing the light. Wide awake in the dark, he laid in his bed, thinking. He could have thought about something useful, like their case for example, but no, his mind didn't work that way apparently. Instead his thoughts fluttered from one subject to another, never truly stopping on any. It was like his mind refused to focus on anything at all.

He spent most of the night that way, until he was finally able to fall asleep. He woke up too early, as usual, and really wished he could have someone to sleep with. It was high time he found a lover.

Sighing, he sat up and wondered why he had to think such depressing thoughts so early in the morning. It wasn't like he chose to be alone, but life just seemed to get in the way of all the relationships he ever tried to have. Not to mention his disbarment really didn't help.

When his last relationship ended, he had pretty much deduced he wasn't meant for it. He had a daughter to take care of, and now he had work and many friends to make more time for. If he couldn't even see Maya as much as he'd like, how could he find the time to date?

Not to mention he wasn't up to casual flings anymore. He needed someone stable and, what's more, someone who could understand just how close he was to some people. He really needed someone that wasn't jealous easily or at all. After all, if you excluded just how dearly he felt for Maya, he still loved as much as ever two of his exes which he happened to see on a regular basis. Oh, and if it wasn't enough, the feelings were mutual – only the circumstances made him break up with them. He didn't want to get back with either of them, but feelings weren't things you could just shot down. He needed someone that could understand he was able to love more than one person at a time.

He sighed once more, feeling depressed all over. The chances for him to find someone who could accept such conditions were slim. He thought the last woman he tried to date understood him pretty well until he explained that and his somewhat unclear orientation. She slapped him and got out of his life completely. That had been a shock and made him have even more cold feet. It wasn't like he could keep his feelings for himself, either. He was an honest kind of guy, he couldn't date someone he couldn't be honest with.

He leaned down once more and turned to the side, feeling a weight on his chest. He closed his eyes, tried to take a deep breath and think of something else, but it didn't help. Instead he pictured the two person he still loved up to now and, though he knew both these relationships weren't meant to be, it still hurt as much as it did when he came to that same conclusion.

Before he started crying, he stood up to shush his thoughts. It was still early, but he needed to get out of his room, before he succumbed to his dark thoughts.

When he stepped inside the living-room, he immediately noticed Apollo. He was still asleep, curled up underneath his blanket. The television was closed. Phoenix sat on the armchair and settled on observing his employee. Apollo looked really peaceful when he was asleep, something Phoenix really wasn't used to. It warmed him and he smiled despite himself.

Apollo really shared some traits with Trucy, he noted despite himself. Even if they wanted to deny it, they were siblings through and through. Without thinking, Phoenix extended his right hand until his fingers touched slightly his forehead. He pushed away some hair that were on his eyes in a fond gesture. Since Apollo didn't stir in his sleep, he went a little down and caressed lightly his cheekbone with his thumb. His hand went through his hair after that, noticing the gel wasn't keeping it in place anymore.

Naturally, his hand traced behind his ear, until it reached his nape. Apollo shivered slightly, but it didn't make Phoenix stop. If he was truly aware of what he was doing, Phoenix would have retreated his hand right this instant, but he wasn't thinking. Instead his palm fell flat against the younger's neck and he moved back to his cheek, but lower this time. His thumb went over his lower lip, then came back on his upper lip. Phoenix couldn't help but notice how soft it was.

All this time, he was leaning towards the younger unconsciously, as if going for a kiss. When their noses bumped ever so slightly, Phoenix finally snapped out of it. He quickly shot back as if his hand had caught on fire and stood up, his mind in a mess.

At least Apollo was still asleep, but that wasn't much of a relief. Phoenix immediately went back to his office and closed the door, before leaning on it. He noticed his cheeks were burning and his heartbeat had quickened. What just happened? Was he really going to kiss Apollo while the kid was sleeping? His own son, to boot? (Adopted, but still!)

He slid to the floor and took his face in his hands, trying really hard to make sense of what just happened. He never, not even once, thought of Apollo that way. He admitted the kid was attractive, alright, but he wasn't attracted by him that way. He was pretty sure it hadn't changed... so what possessed him?

Was he really that lonely?

His eyes grew wide as he finally understood. He had been thinking that morning just how lonely he felt. He unconsciously tried to make a move on Apollo because he couldn't take it anymore. Which was bad news. Really bad news.

After all, the kid was in a relationship, though he didn't announce it yet. Maybe it was part of it too. Until he had understood Apollo and Klavier were in a relationship, he pretty much considered Apollo as an asexual – or, at least, he never thought of him in a sexual manner. The kid didn't talk about it, so Phoenix didn't think about it. But now he knew he was able to have a relationship and that must have shifted something in his head.

Phoenix really, more than ever, needed to settle down. But where could he find someone? How could he search for one in the first place? And did he have the patience to put up with all of this one more time? What if life was being a bitch once more and he found himself in another complex love affair? Or what if he was slapped once more?

Okay, he obviously needed to calm down. This was a mistake. He never considered Apollo that way before. It couldn't change in one little moment, could it?

... Come to think of it, it had happened once before. There was someone he was pretty sure he didn't love until, one day, he realized his feelings weren't friendship but so much more.

How did he consider Apollo? Could he really... have fallen in love with him without realizing? No, surely not! He wouldn't have been so happy to adopt him otherwise!

He clutched on that thought tightly. He was only confused, because Apollo became dear to him so quickly. It was like with Maya. He only had to let it calm down and he would quickly realize he wasn't feeling that kind of love. He loved Apollo very much, but as a fellow attorney, as a dear friend, as an adopted son, as an understudy of sorts, as Trucy's brother.

He took some time to calm down and finally got up again. He did it too quickly, though, and felt a little dizzy, his vision obscuring for some seconds. He caught back his footing and finally decided it was high time for a shower.

Apollo was still sleeping, but Phoenix this time walked past him towards the shower. It helped clear his thoughts and when he got out, he was pretty convinced he had just been in a daze. When he came around the living-room, he noticed Apollo wasn't there anymore. He guessed he was out jogging and made himself comfortable on the couch.

He watched TV until Apollo came back. Seeing him didn't trigger anything special in Phoenix – nothing that Trucy wouldn't trigger, at least. The young man, after having taken his shower, clapped his hands and stated, "Okay, time to move in completely!"

"... How about a breakfast first?" Suggested Phoenix with a smile. Apollo smiled sheepishly and admitted he was right. After they ate, they walked to the car rental and they took the car to Apollo's apartment. At around that time, it was late enough to make some noise, so they started to move everything. They took all his furniture, except for the television, and went to take it to the thrift shop.

After that, they came back to Apollo's old apartment and they took everything left, which really wasn't much. It filled the car pretty much, though, but they wouldn't need to come back. When they finished, Apollo stayed a little behind while Phoenix went back to the car. He supposed the kid felt a little nostalgic and left him time to say goodbye to this apartment. He lived there for a long time, to Phoenix's knowledge, so it must be a little difficult to leave it behind.

Apollo looked a little tired when he came back, but he didn't seem depressed, which was good. They came back to the apartment to find Trucy awake. It was passed one in the afternoon, after all. She asked where they went and Phoenix remembered her they had to move Apollo. She recalled with a gasp and asked how it went, so Apollo told her they had everything in the car.

It didn't take really long to move everything in and it was easy to find space, as they had thought it out all week. When they were finished, they were both in dire need of another shower. However, before they could get to that, Phoenix's cellphone rang. As usual, he had lost it somewhere in the room and they had to search for it, the three of them. Trucy finally found it besides the piano and answered without looking at the ID, "Wright Anything Agency, I'm Trucy Wright, how may I help you?"

Phoenix wondered why she was acting so professional – it was his private cellphone after all. He made his way to retrieve it as Trucy went on, "Oh, you mean Daddy? Yes, he's right here! I'm transferring you!"

The older took it without looking at the screen either and answered, while turning around, "Hello?"

"Phoenix?" Asked a feminine voice he recognized immediately. His face lightened up quickly and he beamed. "Iris? Is that you?"

"Yes," answered the woman. "I'm sorry, is it a bad time to call? I can call back later if it's better for you." She was so sweet, as always! He walked towards the office and answered, "No, no, it's a good time actually."

"Good," she said, the hint of a smile in her voice. Phoenix closed the door to his room and sat on his couch. He asked casually, "So, everything's fine in Hazakura?"

"Yes, everything is good. Sister Bikini is as enthusiast as ever." She chuckled a little at that, and Phoenix pictured the nun he came to know about ten years ago. He went back to Hazakura some times and she really hasn't changed throughout these years. "What about you?" Iris went on. "Have you found someone?"

His smile fell and he slumped until he laid down. "Nope, not yet. Maybe I'm a lost cause."

She laughed sweetly and went on, "Why, my Feenie is a good man, surely you'll find someone!" Phoenix laughed a little, but he felt a pang as usual when he heard that nickname. After her trial, Iris stopped using it, as it remembered both of them bad memories. When she used it now, it was only for teasing purposes.

"And what about you, huh? I know you're a nun and all, but surely you'd want someone too?" They already had that discussion, but maybe Iris's answer would be different this time. It was only wishful thinking though.

"Ah, no," she said without any sadness, only resignation, "I don't think I deserve it after what I did to you. I know you don't resent me, but I... I can't do it again." Phoenix's heart sank, as usual, but he didn't comment. He knew by now this was a lost cause. How he wished it could have been different.

"I still love you, you know," he blurted out without thinking. It must have been because of what happened that morning. He really wanted to slam his head on the wall. Why would he say something like that? It would only hurt them more!

Iris laughed sadly. He could picture her distressed smile so well it almost hurt as much as if she was in front of him. Finally, she said, "I know, Phoenix. And I love you too. But you know how it is." He knew it all too well. If only they had met under better circumstances! Or, you know, only 'normal' circumstances would have been awesome.

After a rather long silence, Iris cleared her throat and mentioned, "Anyway, I called because I thought about coming to town tomorrow. If you're free, we could meet?"

It managed to bring a smile upon his lips. "Of course! I miss you! You live too far away!"

Iris laughed once more, before admitting, "I miss you too, but I can't go skipping training either! I'm a nun, you know!" Phoenix laughed too, glad their awkward moment was finished. They decided to meet for lunch and they would spend the afternoon together. Maya had talked about a superhero movie when he went to see her, so he suggested it. Iris seemed to look forward to it.

They talked some more, until Iris mentioned she had to go back to her duties. Phoenix wished her a good day and hung up. He looked forward to the next day. It really had been a long time since he last saw her.


Omg, I'm so excited! Phoenix finally started to see Apollo that way! Well, he quickly went back to his father's mode, but at least now it's in a corner of his mind. That's something huge in my opinion. And it's gonna come back at some point, don't fear.

I was supposed to talk about Fransizka/Athena, but then I remembered the time line and thought, shit, this is supposed to be a Friday! Meaning the trial is to be reported to Monday and the day after is Saturday! Of course, only after I wrote about how they had nothing to do and tried to find something, I suddenly remembered Polly was to move in! I had completely forgotten about that too! Gosh, this was such an ordeal...

So yeah, Iris. I kinda like Iris. At least, I love how lovestruck Phoenix is about her, even after all that happened (they do say at the end of T&T they go to visit her and he's all eyes for her). Lovestruck!Phoenix is like the most adorable thing in the universe. I was disappointed she never showed up in AJ or DD, but I guess they did it so the fans could still ship Phoenix. Which is a good thing for us fangirls. But if Phoenix must have been paired with someone in the canon (which he deserves, don't you think?), then I would have settled for Iris happily, even if I like Hobopollo or WrightWorth way more. Ah, I have complicated feelings over this.

Anyway, another ship! I manage to pair off everyone in odd pairings in this story, don't I? Sometimes I think this is like a big dump of all I want to happen. Well, not ALL obviously (otherwise everyone would be in love with Apollo and Phoenix and Egdeworth and Simon and that's just not possible XD), but lots of it.

Okay then, until next chapter!