Straightening himself and brushing non-existent dirt off his coat, Miles knocked on the door of Wright & Co. Law Offices. There was a buzzer, but Phoenix had requested him to knock instead- that way he wouldn't freak out at an unexpected client.

It also meant he could take his time to answer the door.

Miles would never admit to being impatient… okay, he was. But this time he wouldn't mind stalling. He kept his gaze on his shoes and tightened the grip on his briefcase.

He'd called in sick that day (per Gumshoe's very adamant request) and had spent the morning thinking and composing himself. Also, he had been trying to work up the courage to come here. Once he'd made up his mind (and hadn't changed his mind on the way to the car), he hadn't bothered changing into something professional. So there he was in his white shirt, black overcoat, and brown trousers (he'd called them as such in front of Wright once, and the man had exclaimed "Jesus how much more British can you get?!"... he'd felt self-conscious about them after that). He felt like wearing his prosecutor's suit may ruin the image of an older brother.

An older brother.

He couldn't help but feel agitated, knowing he was the only one who knew thus far. Well, apart from Gumshoe, but he hardly counted. He'd already spent too long thinking about Maya and Phoenix's reaction that he didn't want to waste any more of his heart going down that road again.

Finally, Phoenix answered the door. "Hi Edgeworth!" He said, with that charming smile he always seemed to wear.

"Good afternoon, Wright."

He noticed Phoenix look him over- he'd never come to their office in casual clothes before. He tried not to shuffle awkwardly, but thankfully Wright invited him in before he got the chance.

He had never been very good with people.

"What's up?" Phoenix asked, once inside. He motioned for Miles to take off his coat, so he did and handed it to him.

Damn. This wasn't the time to blush.

"Hey, you okay? You look exhausted even for you."

Wright looked genuinely concerned.

"I'm fine, thank you. I was working until rather late last night, that's all. I'm not working today though." Miles added after Phoenix raised his eyebrows.

What he couldn't tell him was that he hadn't slept a wink last night. He'd shooed Gumshoe away almost immediately after he'd calmed down, but it took a lot of convincing to get the detective to trust him. Every single second, right until morning, was spent thinking about his life, how it would have differed if he'd known the truth, and how he was supposed to announce the news that he was Misty Fey's son.

"Wanna go get coffee or something? Or we could watch something, I'm not that busy."

"Actually," He said apologetically when Phoenix gestured towards the scruffy blue couch. "I'm here to talk to Maya."

If Wright tried to hide the disappointment on his face, he didn't do a very good job.

"Oh… sure! She's in the room over there." He pointed to one of the few identical white doors. "I'll come with you."

"Um, actually," Miles hated to break the man's heart like this, but it was necessary. "Could we have some privacy? It's rather important."

Phoenix looked at the briefcase, and then back at Miles.

"That important, huh?"

A deflated Phoenix Wright was a scary thing.

"Sure. I'll be here I guess… let me know if you guys need anything."

Miles shot him a look of sympathy. "Thank you. But I'm warning you that it might take a while."

Phoenix just nodded, that familiar smile returning, and then turned to continue… scrubbing the floorboards? Was he really that addicted to cleaning as the rumours said?

He took it as a sign to leave.

Gathering all of his courage, he entered the room.

Maya Fey was sitting at a small wooden table, engrossed in her work arranging… Limited Edition Steel Samurai Season 2 Silver Trading Cards?! He sincerely hoped his jealousy and awe didn't show.

Alas, it did, and his eyes lit up. He had to refrain himself from asking about them.

Maybe this whole sibling thing wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Hey Edgeworth! What are you doing here?"

Maya was always so positive and cheerful. Miles had an awful feeling that he was about to shatter all of that.

"Good afternoon Miss Fey." He replied, and suddenly the finalized speech that he had spent all night learning (yes, there had been many drafts) disappeared from his mind.

He blanked. And panicked.

With a deep breath, he knew he would have to improvise. He was a prosecutor for goodness sake, he knew how to think on his feet!

"I, um, came to talk to you about something. It's important."

The difference with improvising in court is that he could feign confidence. For some reason he couldn't do that here.

Luckily for him, Maya took the hint.

"Oh… okay." She said, her smile wavering ever so slightly. She motioned towards the chair opposite to her. "Here, you can sit down if you want."

"Thank you."

As he sat himself down, he carefully placed his briefcase onto the table. Maya watched his movements like a hawk.

"So, er," He began cautiously, "we searched Misty Fey's residence."

"Yeah, I heard." Was all Maya said, then suddenly she opened her mouth in confusion. "Detective Gumshoe already brought me a whole box full of stuff this morning!"

He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at that. This may be the first time the detective acted so quickly. Well, the first time he ever succeeded in doing so.

Flashbacks of the horrid crunch of a car crash over the phone came to mind.

He cleared his throat to try and rid himself of those particular memories. "That wasn't the only box he found."

"Really?" Maya's eyes lit up. "What else is there?"

Miles sighed. It was now or never.

"Before I tell you, I would like to ask: what do you know about your father?"

This obviously took Maya by surprise.

"Oh… pretty much nothing, I guess. My Sis didn't really remember him that well and said Mom never talked about him either." She looked at him with a sudden determination. "Why? Is it to do with him? Do you know who he is?!"

"I-" He wasn't sure how to answer. "He died. A long time ago. Not long after you were born, I'd imagine."

As quickly as it arrived, Maya's excitement died. Just perfect- he'd managed to crush the spirits of Phoenix Wright and Maya Fey in the span of 10 minutes.

Maya looked more miserable by the second. Time to move on.

He opened his leather briefcase. "Here, I'd like you to have a look at this picture."

After warily taking out the picture of his- no, their parents, he handed it to her.

He hadn't brought the entire box since he wasn't ready to share that with the world, however he'd brought certain items that would have served as evidence for his speech. But since the speech had been abandoned…

"That's Mom!" She exclaimed, and he understood what she was going through. They'd lost their parents at a young age, albeit by different methods, and when Miles had first seen that picture he'd immediately focused on his own father. After having a very limited collection of photos to look at any new ones became a treasure.

Then Maya's focus shifted onto the other person in the picture.

"Is that my Dad?" She asked quietly.

Miles nodded, preparing himself for that dreaded conversation. He may have forgotten his speech, but he'd faced worse in court. He could do this.

"Woah, he's so handsome!"

What.

"Mom had good taste at least. I bet she was so sad to have to send him away!"

Maya's enthusiasm had returned full swing, and she was practically clapping her hands with excitement.

"I, er-"

"They look so happy together!" She continued, oblivious to the heat in Miles' cheeks. "Aw, this beats anything I could've imagined!"

Finally tearing her gaze away from the photograph, she looked up at Miles to see if he was sharing her joy. He wasn't. He was confused, mostly.

Then Maya's jaw dropped slightly. She looked down at the photo, then back at Miles. Photo, then him. Photo again, Miles again.

She laughed. "He looks a lot like you, y'know!"

Miles held his breath as the penny dropped.

Her head snapped down to study the picture again, and her grin began to wobble. "Wait is that…"

He stayed silent.

"H- That's why he looked so familiar…" she whispered. "I remember that picture."

Knowing exactly what picture she was talking about, Miles shuddered. It was the only photo she could have seen. The photo of his corpse, lying in that cursed elevator, blood streaming out of his gunshot wound. The photo that still haunted him to that day, despite knowing he wasn't the cause of it.

Now it would haunt Maya too. He suddenly felt cruel.

She eventually looked back up at him. "My dad is Gregory Edgeworth?"

He nodded slowly.

"But that would mean-"

Miles brought up a finger to shush her. "Hold on a moment." He said as he rummaged through his briefcase for the other photograph he'd brought, before handing it over to let examine it.

It was a smaller photo that had been lying underneath the letter, so he hadn't discovered it until later on. It was a picture of Misty Fey nursing a sleeping baby in her arms, with a young brown-haired girl peeking curiously over her shoulder. Though the baby seemed content enough, Misty had tears rolling down her cheeks. And yet she still had the small trademark Fey smile on her face.

Her expression was one that Maya wore now.

"Sis is way too young for that to be me. Is it…" She waited for Miles to finish her thought, but when he didn't she continued. "...you?"

"I believe so, yes." He said, voice breaking. Damn it, he was getting emotional now.

Maya leaned back in her chair and sat still for a few moments, mouth open and eyes wide. Her tears had stopped, but they had left their marks on her face. Miles felt anxious about her response but knew that it was his responsibility to tell her the truth. Especially as her-

"Oh my god, YOU'RE MY BROTHER!" Maya squealed, and he could hardly process how quickly she'd jumped out of her seat and ran around to squeeze him, and he flinched at the unexpected contact.

Almost straight away, she pulled back, as if realizing what she was doing. "You're my… brother." She repeated quieter, presumably as the implications sank in.

"I am." He confirmed. She looked up at him.

"I just don't believe it. All along! I wouldn't've thought you were such a jerk if I'd known!"

Miles cocked his head. "Thank you..?"

Gently, he pushed her away from his side.

"Now listen Miss Fey, I understand if you don't want anything to change between us. We don't even have to tell Wright. After finding out that you've lost your father, it may be better just to carry on as nor-"

"Are you kidding?!"

Miles blinked. "No?"

"Dude, you're my brother! All this time I thought I was alone, my sister was murdered and then my Mom was murdered- I never even thought about my Dad really- and then I find out I still have a brother! This is awesome!"

Whatever reactions Miles had predicted in his mind, this was not one of them. Why was she being so supportive?

"Why are you so supportive of the idea? I tried to get you convicted for murder!" He exclaimed, genuinely shocked.

"'Cause you're my brother, duh!"

He wasn't sure when the roles had swapped, but now he was the one who had eyes brimming with tears. It was contagious, and soon she began to sob too.

When she hugged him again, he didn't pull away. Instead, he held her tightly, if somewhat awkwardly, and genuinely didn't want to let go.

This was his little sister. The universe definitely tried hard to take everything away from him, but it failed. And in that moment, that one blissful moment of siblings embracing, he felt calm. Everything was going to be okay.

Maya jerked backwards suddenly. "I have to tell Sis!"

"Wait, what-"

"Hold on I'll channel her, you need to tell her too!" She cried.

"No! There's no need! She's resting, leave her be!"

But Maya wasn't listening, she had already crossed her fingers and furrowed her brows in concentration. The Magatama thing around her neck started to glow.

Miles began to panic again. He'd only thought about Maya, and not even considered Mia Fey at all. Cursed spirit channelling!

He turned to look at the door and wondered if Phoenix was listening in. Probably not, since he'd been very interested in his own chores, but he couldn't help but wonder nonetheless.

He'd planned a different speech entirely to tell Phoenix.

"Edgeworth?"

That wasn't Maya's voice.

He turned again to see a familiar face in Maya's clothing, looking at him in confusion. He frowned- the last thing he wanted to do was to go through that entire conversation again.

"Hello, Ms Fey." He said, shaking slightly. Though he'd seen this practise in court before, he doubted he would ever get used to the concept of spirit channelling.

"What's going on? Maya didn't leave a note, so I'm a little confused."

She looked more than a little confused, but Miles wasn't going to point that out.

"After searching your mother's house, we found out that your father is my father, and I'm your mother's son. I'm your brother."

Wow, ripping the bandaid off in one go really does make it easier.

Mia appeared sceptical. "What?"

"See for yourself." Miles replied, gesturing towards the pair of photographs on the table.

Mia pulled them towards her and studied them, her face scrunching up slightly as she did so.

She gasped.

"You're… you're our brother?"

Her reaction was definitely less emotional and dramatic than Maya's, but Miles could still sense the shock coming from her.

"I am." He nodded, feeling a sense of deja vu.

"Oh… Oh god, I shouldn't've said all those shitty things about you after our first trial!"

Like sister, like sister, even at his own expense. Wait…

"OH!" He shouted suddenly as he brought up a hand to cover his mouth. He looked away in shame. "The horrid things I called you… even in court…"

Mia raised a hand. "An eye for an eye. Never mention it again?"

He copied her action. "Agreed."

And then they both laughed. And, for the first time in a while, Miles felt safe.

"I can't believe it…" Mia said after they'd settled. "I knew our Dad was a defence attorney, and I'd even researched Gregory Edgeworth once I grew up. God, it all makes sense! That's why Mom agreed to help, and why it was such a big deal to her." She held her head in her hands, and her stolen black hair fell in front of her face. "I'm so stupid," she muttered, "I should've put two and two together!"

"In your defence," Miles responded, "I didn't either. And it is rather obvious now."

"My Dad was a Brit."

Miles chuckled again. "He was."

Without warning, Mia's embarrassed expression turned into one of sympathy.

"I'm so sorry Miles."

Now it was his turn to be confused. "Why?"

"We all lost our father at a young age, but Maya and I never found out, and we didn't really mind since we still had our Mom. But you had no-one…"

Miles was about to argue that he had Von Karma, but decided against it. It wasn't the time to bring him up. It was probably never going to be, either.

"There's nothing we could have done." He said sadly.

Mia scoffed. "Yeah but…" she cut herself off with a smirk. "You've got a little sister to take care of now."

"I already have a little sister-" He argued instinctively, then cringed. He shouldn't have said that to his dead biological sister.

Still, Mia seemed to show understanding. "Franziska Von Karma, right? She's still your sister, just as much as Maya is. But Maya is a hell of a lot clingier." She paused. "How did she take it?"

Of course, Mia wouldn't know since she was busy being dead. "Not how I'd expected, but good. I think she's happy."

Mia smiled. "Good."

They sat in silence for a few minutes, in which Miles wished he could have properly met Mia Fey, but it was eventually broken by Mia.

"You should tell Diego."

The happiness and warmth that Miles had felt began to dissolve.

"Wh-What?"

"Diego Armando. He told me he worked under Gregory Edgeworth briefly, and he never had a bad word to say about him. I think he deserves to know."

Diego Armando was a defence attorney that he had faced off against in court a few times but never had the chance to meet properly in person. Even Miles struggled against him, though he would never admit it. The man was poisoned by Miss Dahlia Hawthorne, and was in a coma for 5 years. When he woke up, he disguised his identity under the name "Godot", and was recently convicted for…

A shaky hand was brought to his mouth, and he felt sick to the stomach.

"H-He murdered our mother…"

It was the first time that fact had really sunk in, and Miles hated it.

All of a sudden his shoulders were being gripped tightly. He looked into Mia's eyes.

"Yes, he did kill our mother." She stated, matter-of-factly. "But he also saved our sister, whether that was his intention or not. He also mourned me, Miles. He may be a criminal, but he is nothing like Manfred Von Karma. Don't you dare compare him to him."

"I-I won't." Miles replied, and for the first time in his life, genuinely felt like a little brother.

Releasing his shoulders with a satisfied look, she stood up and made her way to where Maya had originally been sitting.

"I'll let Maya come back now. I'm sure you both have a lot of catching up to do, and I presume Phoenix doesn't know yet either. You'll tell Diego, won't you?"

"You have my word."

"Good." She said firmly. "I hope to speak to you again soon, Miles."

Averting his eyes as her figure began to morph into Maya's, he glanced at the door again. Mia was right, he was yet to tell Phoenix. How would he react, finding out that two of his friends were related? Would he break ties with him? Go into denial?

"Edgeworth!"

It was his turn to smile. This had all gone far better than expected. "Miss Fey."

Maya (she was back to Maya now) frowned, and Miles immediately took back that last statement. "Dude, we're siblings now, if you call me Miss Fey again I will end you."

Once he was certain she was joking, he let himself laugh a little. Perhaps his little sisters weren't that different after all.

"Alright, Maya."

It felt odd, but he could get used to it. Hopefully.

"Right, what are you up to?"

Both siblings' heads snapped towards the door, where Phoenix stood with his arms crossed playfully. The pout looked quite authentic though…

Now he had another hurdle to cross. Luckily he'd remembered his speech. He would have to be gentle in his delivery, and be certain he had the correct order. Reaching out to pick up the photos, he stood up and took a deep breath.

"We-"

"Guess what Nick?! Edgeworth's my brother!"

Oh.

Oh no.