I wrote this whole intro about how I would have so much time I would have to write over break, and how I would stock up on chapters and they wouldn't be rushed, but that had to be changed after I caught a completely massive fever. I have been recovering (it's only 102.1 degrees now) but I barely got out of bed. That's why this chapter is pretty short. It's just my writing of a few days edited a tad on Monday, which is why it's not uploaded on Sunday.

October 20th, 3:45 PM ~ Present Day

Khurairlines

Boarding Lounge

The steady beat of Apollo's suitcase running over the polished tiles of the crowded boarding lounge were drowned out by the murmuring of the people who sat in the lobby, stopping in their conversations every once in a while to acknowledge the Khura'inese legend's presence. His flight was at 4:00-and it he had 15 minutes to get there. He was late, of course – fans had kept him from getting to his flight, and really, Apollo was never one to deny an autograph.

Right now, though, no fan would get him to sign anything. He mentally kicked himself for getting distracted because he would like to get on the expensive return home, courtesy of the terribly named 'Khurairlines'. Apollo's brisk steps told most of the fans he was in a hurry.

But sometimes, people just can't take hints!

"Are you… Apollo Justice?! The Apollo Justice? The legend who ended Que-" breathed a teenager who had ran up to him.

"Yeah, that's me. Hi. I don't have time right now." Apollo began to walk away, but the teen apparently was deaf or just really was obsessed with him.

"No, wait! I, um, I'm Cody Hackins! Please, can I get a photo?!" yelled the photographer, a camera around his neck.

Apollo kept walking, mumbling a "No, sorry" through his breath. If this guy would leave him alone, maybe he could actually catch his flight?!

"Wait! I-... I'll give you my best Plumed Punisher card if you let me talk to you! It's an ultra rare XTreme!" The guy looked uneasy, as if he hoped Apollo would say no.

"Sorry, but no. I have a flight to catch." Apollo started to run instead of walk.

"No, wait, I won't let you!" Cody jumped in front of the lawyer, attempting to stop him. "I just want to-"

Apollo had dealt with kids and teens before. In fact, he was extremely good with them. He could deal with teenagers, and he could deal with fans. But when you mixed them together, it drove him crazy. Especially if you were trying to talk to him on the way to a plane.

"MAN, I DON'T HAVE TIME!" Apollo's chords of steel silenced the lobby, leaving a staggering Hackins and a Justice who sheepishly scratched his neck. The guy's mother shot a glare at the legend so menacing that if looks could kill, it would have been like an atomic bomb dropping on the airport.

"Bye," squeaked Apollo, before running with his suitcase faster than Usain Bolt, leaving a red blur behind him. On the ceiling, signs hanged which Apollo speedily followed to his airplane, before arriving at the ticket station and throwing it impatiently in the bored teenager who manned the station.

"Seat 1-B. Enjoy your- hey, wait a minute, are you…?"

But the object of fame had already scrambled into the plane, jumping into his seat, throwing his suitcase into the compartment above, and falling into his seat, eyes closed, breathing heavy. After a brief moment of relaxation, he felt his seat move a bit and figured the person sitting next to him had gotten in. Apollo hoped this person wasn't a fan-he was fed up. Opening his right eye a tad, he peeked at the person in the seat adjacent to his.

He was met with a familiar face, one that he did not expect to see, and one that he really wished hadn't sat next to him!

"Yo, I know you!"

Wocky Kitaki looked straight into the Khura'inese hero's eyes, which held a tint of anger. He wore a white T-shirt which plainly said "G's don't have needs".

"You shoulda put me in jail! Hardcore G's need that stuff! Instead, you took away my Alita!" ranted Wocky. He was starting to draw some attention from seats around him – and Apollo did not want to sign anything else.

"Wocky, Alita tried to frame you. And people do not go to jail for training."

"Yo, it's cool! I got a new girl! She got long brown hair and her name is…" Wocky rambled on his 'girl' as Apollo leaned back in his seat and sighed. This, he thought, is going to be a long trip.

Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe – oh my god, how high are we?!

Apollo's white knuckles gripped the seat's arms, his teeth clenched and his body stiff.

"Yo, what are you doing? Man, hardcore G's can handle plane rides!"

The red-clad lawyer turned his head to look at the gangster. "You forget, I'm not a hardcore G!" he spat through tightened teeth. Apollo had been doing fine – but once he looked out the window and saw that the plane was above the clouds… well, I don't need to spell it out for you.

"Yo, this fear is seriously hurtin' your rep, you feel me?" Wocky looked around to see that other people on the plane were giggling and taking photos. "Look at 'em, man!"

Apollo didn't have time to respond, as the plane security came over to see the commotion, much to his dismay. One girl stood in front of him, clearly recognizing his fear.

"Sir, if you are struggling with the height of the plane, you should try to imagine yourself in a comfortable place with people you are comfortable with. It helps," suggested the woman, who had a knowing look on her face.

Now, Apollo normally wasn't one to rely on other people, but he was scared out of his wits, and he was willing to do anything for his fear to subside.

So Apollo took her advice and closed his eyes, making sure his breaths were steady and imagining himself watching Sherlock Holmes (after everyone overruled Phoenix's plead to watch Legally Blonde – Tumblr, anyone?) with the Agency, on movie night, sitting with a bowl of popcorn, yelling at everyone who took a piece…

…but maybe not. It'd been 5 years since Apollo had decided to stay in Khura'in, and the old memories, as faded as they were, were painful. Besides, he was sure that it was the same with Mr. Wright and Athena and especially Trucy…

His thoughts distracted him from the height, but the pain and remorse that took its place just made it worse. Why am I even going back? Apollo thought. The constant regret that filled his heart every second he was awake in Khura'in never subsided like he reassured himself it would. As much as it hurt to leave all his Khura'inese employees, legacy, and fame, it hurt much more to leave the U.S. behind, a fact he had not discovered until much later. Khura'in did need him after Ga'ran lost control of the country… so had he made the incorrect or the correct decision? Apollo stared blankly into the leather seat in front of him, pondering this.

A lawyer behind Apollo sat, an amused smirk on his face. He thought, Even if it cost my life savings to go on this trip, it might have been worth it to figure out that my boss had acrophobia!

Sorry for the short chapter again, guys. I also did upload this on Monday, yes, because I couldn't access the computer on Sunday – My fever grew pretty big. Fortunately, the fever should break in the next 24/48 hours, so I should be good to provide a chapter next week. I hope you can understand!

Brock's Geodude

Thanks! Introducing OC's is always a hassle.

JordanPhoenix

Lol, it has spread for sure, since basically everyone in the PW:AA fanfiction has seen your collaborations with Pudz and Yanmegaman, and damn! They're amazing!

Now, most people write fics where Apollo is gone for 2-12 months, and Pudz's collaboration has 2 years, but to me, it takes longer than that to rebuild a legal system. It'll add to the quality of the story, trust me.

Before I finish this response, I would like to say that I came up with the name Dion completely before I read your DDD fic. Otherwise I would have asked for permission, just in case you felt a bit ripped off whilst reading the chapter. Thanks for reviewing!

Sdarkynecro

Exactly. While AA5 doesn't reveal much about Simon's hobbies (other than giving him the power to cut off Phoenix's hair with his finger – and mind you, they're on other ends of the courtroom! Logically, Simon is a superhero), Wii Tennis seems like his kind of game, you know what I mean?

Quite hilariously, I'm looking forward to how I'll go with this too. I have a lot of ideas swirling around in my mind, but I haven't envisioned an ending yet. And I don't feel that pressured – I'm extremely new to this whole writing thing, and people really don't realize that writing stories isn't just having proper grammar and spelling. It's also about how you manage your plot and hold suspense, without making it too cheesy or too boring. I don't have much experience with that, but I'm earning it as I write!

Greek mythology is so… mysterious. I guess that's why I study it, even though I am Catholic. This review went a lot longer than I planned, so bye! Thanks for reviewing!