It. Was. Hideous.

I couldn't fathom such a poor choice in color and decor. The car was a Nissan Cube, which was fine. However, the lime green color was just bad taste and the red flames at the bottom of the car close to the wheels could only be described as 'what the hell was I smoking'? Was…this really my car? I must have looked disgruntled as Maya prodded me in the shoulder.

"What's wrong now?"

"I sometimes question my choices," I replied regaining my composure.

I'm certain she had a confused expression as I walked to the other side, to the driver's side, but I didn't care at this point. I was disappointed in my choice of decoration. I was definitely getting a new paint job later. I pulled out the keys from my vest pocket and inserted the car key into the lock, unlocking the driver's side and passenger side door. Maya pulled the door open, jumped in, and slammed it shut in a matter of seconds. She had a lot of energy as opposed to my dazed and confused self. I opened my door, sat down, and shut it, thinking.

"Say, what's today's date?" I asked thoughtfully shoving the key into the ignition.

"It's April 14th."

"And the year?"

"2018. I hope you knew that." Maya said buckling up.

Wait. 2018? It was 2013! I paused again, remembering the games took place in the future. If this year is 2018 and I was born in 1994, I must have been...24. Good grief. I wasn't 19 anymore! I was an adult. A real adult. Holy shit.

"I did. I was just checking, sometimes I have to catch mistakes when I write dates down, you know?" I shot back trying to save my credibility.

"You should get a bunch of sticky notes and stick them everywhere in your office! You're getting pretty old, so you can't remember everything."

(But, I'm not that old…)

I shrugged her comment off and tried to focus on the car. I started by turning the key in the ignition, revving up the engine. Like I said, I never drove a real car in my life. The most was a go-kart at an amusement park. I swallowed with my mouth feeling dry. I told myself I could pull this off. It would be just as natural as playing the piano, I hoped. I adjusted the rear view mirror anxiously as I gripped the steering wheel pressing on the gas pedal. Why wasn't this thing moving? I kept pressing and pressing, but the car moved nowhere.

"Lyn! You didn't change gears!" she said exasperated slouching her shoulders.

"Ah! I-I'm sorry, I'm really tired."

How stupid could I be? That was such a beginner's mistake! Although, I really was a noob, I couldn't exactly show that. I needed to be the pro Lyn of this place. I felt the wide brown eyes on me with severe scrutiny. It's not like I didn't have any pressure at all trying to drive a car without the attention. I wasn't sure how I had forgotten that as I had seen this a thousand times whenever I got driven around. I put my hand on the lever and pulled it past the 'P' down to the reverse and THEN carefully hit the gas looking behind me. Slowly, I backed up and turned the wheel right cautiously leaving the parking spot.

"If you want I can drive for you," she grinned. "I can be just like one of the NASCAR drivers and speed around! We'll make it to wherever in a split second!"

"Or crash and burn in flurry of flames."

"Nu uh! I'd be a pro!"

I gripped the wheel and kept my foot pressed on the gas lightly, following the exit arrows leading us out of the garage.

"You are aware that people only watch NASCAR for the car crashes, right?" I asked. That was the only reason. Why else would you watch people make left hand turns all day?

"You don't have to crush my dreams like that," she pouted.

(I'm glad that's one dream I crushed. Maya as just a regular driver couldn't be trusted let alone a NASCAR driver…)

I hadn't really realized it, but we had driven out of the apartments parking while having that silly conversation. I wasn't exactly sure how, but I felt like I instinctively knew how to maneuver my out. When I stopped thinking about it, it just happened. Maybe If I didn't think about driving, I could find wherever I needed to be with luck.

We drove out of the garage. The sun was shining brightly and it was warm out. It was a pretty drastic change from the often cold and erratic weather of the east coast. The streets of LA were like I had always imagined; huge, with plenty of traffic. I saw many establishments; apartments, drug stores, and restaurants. People were out and about and seemingly having a good time. If only I was them. There were some cars in front of me and a traffic light ahead. Without thinking I hit the brakes.

"Whoa!" said Maya jerking in surprise nearly falling out of her seat. The car behind us honked at me.

"S-sorry!" I stuttered.

Go. Stop. Go. Stop. Go. Stop. This happened multiple times before the light changed green. I was nervous, so I kept pressing everything by mistake.

"Lyn!" Maya yelled with puffed out cheeks. She looked like a blowfish.

"Sorry-" I said sheepishly, blushing hard. "Just not a driving day."

She folded her arms momentarily, but then grinned mischievously. "That offer is still available…"

"No, the day I let you drive my car is the day I die."

"You don't have to be so mean about it!"

I said nothing as she pouted, but continued to drive through the light and make a left turn. I drove down another street straight for a good two blocks and turned another left. We drove around in silence for about 15 minutes until Maya spoke again.

"Why don't you ever come inside?"

"Inside where?"

"Inside the law offices, duh!"

(Interesting, I've never gone in? But it seems like I've known Maya for a bit…That's weird.)

"Um, because I don't want to," I replied lamely.

"But that doesn't explain why! You aren't afraid of Nick are, you?"

"Afraid of Wright? Don't be silly," I snorted. Anyone afraid of Phoenix would be ridiculous.

She wouldn't let it go. "Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why- "

"Okay, okay, relax!" I removed one hand from the wheel and wipe the sweat from my forehead. What could I possibly say for a legitimate response?

"I don't go in, because, I, uh, don't want to talk to the enemy."

"Enemy?" she echoed.

"Yeah, I'm a prosecutor, he's a defense attorney. I don't need to go in there. That would just be weird."

"But you've never had a case against us yet!"

"Yeah, but I might in the future. I don't want to be friendly and then have to crush you in court," I smirked.

"Hey, we're a lot tougher than we look!" Maya exclaimed raising a fist in the air.

"Sureeeeeeeee."

Maya was about to most likely beat me at this point, considering her fist was still up in the air and coming down, but stopped in surprise. She was looking intently out of the window.

"Oh, we're here! I thought we'd never make it after you're lack of driving skills today!"

I looked around; we were sitting directly in front of the law firm. I didn't notice we had reached our destination. It was a lot smaller than I had imagined it to be, being a simple gray and white one-story building. The words Wright and Co. Law Offices were lettered in white above the front door. There were a couple of windows, but I couldn't see much through them from where I was. I assumed Phoenix was in there, doing whatever it is lawyers do. Across the street close by was the fabulous Gatewater Hotel. It was much taller than the law firm and more…ritzy? It definitely had that feeling of I'm really rich and cool going on.

Maya opened the car door. "Well, I'll see you later! You sure you don't want to come in?"

I shook my head. "No thanks, maybe some other time."

She seemed disappointed, but was adamant about me hanging around the office at some point, since it was boring at times to be an assistant. At any rate she told me bye and that she'd call me at some point. She shut the door and ran into the law offices. I could finally now breathe a sigh of relief. Thank God. I did it. I drove, nobody died, and I found the offices. I was alone now and didn't have to worry about being normal in front of Maya. Now, maybe I could have the time to figure out my life and what the hell I should be doing. I was just about to start driving again, until I heard something.

"Huh?" It wasn't the radio. It sounded kind of like the Turnabout Sister theme. Where was that coming from? Ah! It was my pocket, it must have been my phone. I hastily reached into my right pants pocket and pulled it out. I swallowed hard. The name on the display read: Miley. Oh, no. I had to talk to Edgeworth…

(Okay, just have to stay calm. Relax. Be natural.)

I nervously picked up the phone, hitting the answer button. "Hello?"

"Lyn," he began with a hint of irritation in his voice. "May I inquire where are you? You do remember we had planned a meeting today around this time."

Oh shit. That was today! I remembered the text, where me from before asked to meet with him. Ugh.

"Ahah, no I haven't forgotten, Mr. Edgeworth. Sorry... I ran into a weird situation. I won't keep you waiting any longer."

"Good."

I heard a click. Edgeworth, hung up. I hit the end call button on my phone and I sighed. He had a deep voice, that which had this air of austere. It sounded sorta British. Was he British, I wondered? The games didn't really make that clear, but the voice clips implied that he wasn't really American.

(I mean, I can't buy that he's American. Especially walking around LA with a cravat. I just can't.)

Or he just could be posh. Eh. Maybe I'd ask later. In any case, his voice was fitting to say the least. It was just too bad that he seemed annoyed with me- which was fantastic by the way, because an annoyed Edgeworth would prove to be a sassy one.

(Why can't I catch a break today? I wake up and Maya's in my bed and now this...)

I sighed. I figured I'd better get driving to the prosecutor's office. Hopefully, I could find it as quickly as I did Phoenix's office.

Annnnnnnd, I wasn't as lucky with my attempts to leave my mind on autopilot to figure out the location of the prosecutor's office. After unsuccessfully driving in circles for 15 minutes, I stopped at a gas station to ask for directions. I arrived at the office and drove into the parking garage in my fugly vehicle within another 10 minutes. I didn't move from my seat in the car.

I had to admit I was nervous. I was worried about meeting Edgeworth-well, other me already knew him, but I didn't. So, for me it was a first meeting. I didn't know about the Lyn preexisting in this universe, but I knew that I adored and admired Edgeworth immensely. He was probably my favorite character next to Phoenix, just because I could relate to his personality so much. The focus on work, the biting sarcasm, the dislike of incompetence- I totally understood that. Plus, the way he grew as a person was just amazing to me.

Gah.

I sighed glancing at the time, figuring I needed to find his office and then explain why the heck I was so late. I was just intimidated, I knew what he was like in the games, but this was no longer a game; it was real. I was meeting an idol in real life. I took a breath to ease my nerves. If I didn't move now, I never would. I took the keys out of the ignition and stepped out of the car slamming the door behind me, locking it with it's electronic lock. I walked through the garage full of cars and spotted an elevator. I swallowed. Damn these elevators. Without Maya I couldn't talk to anyone to forget I was suspended midair. I would take the stairs, but none were in sight and if I recalled correctly, Edgeworth's office was on the 12th floor. Groaning, I hit the up arrow for the elevator.

I heard a ding sound, and witnessed the metal doors sliding open. I walked in and looked at the button display. Apparently there were 14 floors here. I pressed my index finger against the button which read 12. I waited impatiently for the doors to close and rode the machine up, all the way to my destination. The doors slid open and I walked off into the purple tiled floors. The hallway was large, with a couple of seats across the offices, some tree like light fixtures , golden embellishment on the walls, and the big brown doors, which led into the offices. I read the number tags on the doors as I looked for Edgeworth's office. 1207, 1206, 1205, 1204, 1203...1202. My mind was telling me 1202.

(Well, here goes nothing...)

I swiftly knocked, turned the door knob, and entered the room. I was right, this was Edgeworth's office indefinitely. It was identical to the game background shots; the desk and rolling chair was centered in the middle of the room with pen and quill, light, and phone set upon it. The chessboard with the red pieces surrounding the blue pieces, the massive library with the ladder leaning against it, the magenta couch with the suit jacket from Edgeworth's first trial hanging up above it, the bookcase where the Steel Samurai statue, flowers, and a tea set sat, the magenta curtains opened up with the fantastic view of the city...all of those things were present. As well as the demon prosecutor himself, standing in front of the window looking out. He turned around to face me, tea cup and saucer in hand.

"I thought you said you wouldn't have me waiting long," he said haughtily setting his tea down on the case in front of the window.

I was speechless. The character- the man I've idolized, was standing in front of me. He was wearing his usual perfectly fitted attire, the cranberry suit, black vest, and white cravat. His hair was a grayish black color parted down the middle precisely. And his eyes- they were piercing! Gray, piercing eyes! Everyone talked about them within the game, but I now understood what they meant. With eyes like that, he could probably kill you with a stare. He was a pretty boy, but not lacking in masculinity. His features seemed so stern, a harsh glare, an unforgiving brow, a strong jaw- It was frightening, I hadn't expected him to be so handsome. And I couldn't help but stare.

(Damn.)

He looked at me with a hint of embarrassment mixed with annoyance folding his arms tapping them with his fingers. "Just what is it you're looking at so intently?"

"You- I mean, er, n-nothing! Nothing at all!" I was feeling my cheeks heat up. "I-I, was lost."

"Lost?"

"Yeah, lost in... very deep thought."

He sighed. "And while you were lost in thought, I was lost in waiting."

Ouch. "Sorry... I was with Maya. And then traffic was bad today. I'm reeeeeeeally sorry about that, considering I said I wanted this meeting."

He paused temporarily.

"You mean, Ms. Fey?"

I looked up. The expression on his face seemed to soften, ever so slightly at the mention of Maya. It was no longer stern, but more questioning.

(That's right, he actually likes Maya.)

I nodded.

"How...is she?"

"She's her usual chipper hyperactive self."

"I see. I'm glad," he was thinking about something. "Don't let this become habit for you to appear late."

"It won't, I promise!"

This time it was him to stare at me with intensity. Being looked upon with scrutiny is one thing, but it's a whole different thing when Edgeworth is the one observing you.

"Uh," I looked away. "Can you not look at me like that?"

"Hm?...Pardon me. You just seem, off today."

"Off?"

"Yes," he squinted at me. "It's difficult to describe."

I said nothing, growing more uncomfortable by the second. Was I being too fangirly? Maya already noticed my strange behavior, I didn't need Edgeworth noticing too because that would be far worse. He'd use his magical logic powers on me and I didn't want that.

He muttered something to himself, then began talking to me directly. "Anyway, what was is that you wanted to know?"

I groaned mentally. I didn't know what I wanted to know. She was me of course, but not exactly. I didn't know too much about her and how she acted. I didn't know why she wanted to see Edgeworth, but it seemed like they were on friendly terms. I guessed I'd better make something up.

"Uh, well, since you are the, experienced prosecutor that you are, I was wondering if you could enlighten me some more about what it means to prosecute," I said quietly shoving my hands in my pockets.

"What it means to prosecute? An interesting question..." He smirked slightly, using his index finger to tap his forehead. "Why don't you tell me you what you think first?"

"Um, well I've always thought it was about bringing criminals to justice."

He shook his head, with a small grin appearing at the corners of his mouth. "A valid answer yes, but prosecuting is not just about punishing criminals."

"Then what is it about?"

"It's about pursuing the truth."

I observed him closely as he continued on about what it meant to prosecute and I saw how genuinely interested he was in upholding the law and finding the truth. It. was. Just. So. Cool. I actually did have tea like the other me suggested and sat and discussed law with Edgeworth for about 20 minutes until he noted that I should probably get work done at my office.

"Ah, that's right. I nearly forgot." I wasn't exactly sure how to end the conversation, so I opted to do the only thing I could think of when dealing with fancy people. I bowed slightly. "Well, um, thanks for the interesting discussion."

"Of course," he said with a smirk fancily bowing like he did in the games with Franziska. I had to maintain a cool face and do my best not to flip out at the action.

I nodded and proceeded to walk out of the office as calmly as possible, shutting the door behind me. I breathed a sigh of relief. I also squealed a little. I did it. I survived the meeting with Edgeworth and didn't act like a complete idiot. Now, all I had to do was get to my office. I began to walk down the hallway to the right and then paused mid step. I then had a crucial realization. I actually had no friggin' clue as to where my office was even located.

Goddammit.