I'M SORRY THIS IS SO LATE. APOLLO DIDN'T WANT TO COOPERATE.

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Unless it's little tiny things that should be common knowledge now like Maya's outfit or the fact that Phoenix is still a huge dork, which we know thanks to promotional videos. There's...I think only 1 spoiler, that will appear within the next 4 to 5 chapters, but I will mark that chapter heavily. IN HUGE CAPS AT THE BEGINNING I PROMISE YOU

BEFORE I GO ANY FURTHER, I GOTTA THANK SILVERHEARTLUGIA2000 (Love the name by the way) FOR THE WONDERFUL IDEA THAT COMES IN THIS CHAPTER.

Clay's gonna be a returning topic for a while, until I can build up which pairing I want to Apollo (I think I know which one, but I'm open to input from readers! Choices for it are Klapollo, Simon/Apollo, or Klavier/Apollo/Simon, this also affects who I pair Athena up with. She's with Simon if I go with Klapollo, Juniper if I go with either of the other choices.)


He was dead.

He was so dead.

"You what?" The amusement in Klavier's voice didn't help matters. Apollo had dashed away the second an opening was made, finding himself in the Rockstar's office and grateful that Ema seemed finished with her punishment for him.

"I turned Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth's hair pink." Apollo whispered.

"I'm honestly surprised your voice can go that soft, Herr Forehead." Klavier teased before laughing. "Pink. Well at least he won't be mistaken for a sixty-year-old now, ja?"

Apollo looked at Klavier. "Make that joke in front of him, go ahead. It's your job on the line." He sighed miserably. "I probably lost mine by now."

"What makes you say that?" Klavier finally looked up from the guitar he was tuning. Apollo glared at it like he was trying to make it disappear. But he was in enough trouble for one day.

"Hello? Chief Prosecutor? My boss' husband? Pink hair?"

"Your boss, who is Phoenix Wright, who laughed when Herr Edgeworth tripped down the stairs at the courthouse." Klavier pointed out in the same tone Apollo had used. "Pink hair? He will laugh until he wets himself probably." The blonde waved his free hand. "You're worried over nothing."

"I knew magic was a bad idea…" Apollo groaned. Klavier's words did comfort him, but the fact still stood. Edgeworth's hair was pink. And Apollo had no idea how he did it, or how to fix it.

Last he had heard, Athena called up Trucy to try and fix things. In the meantime, Edgeworth was staying in Blackquill's office. Taka had found the new color fascinating, and hadn't left the older prosecutor alone for a second.

Apollo buried his head in his hands. The magic he had tried was something not even Trucy had mastered yet. What was he thinking? He should have just left it alone, held the paper hawk for as long as he could and then just recreate it in the courtroom instead of charming that one to stay indefinitely.

He didn't move even as Klavier's office phone rang. The rockstar picked it up. "Hallo? Ja, he is here." Klavier pressed the phone to his shoulder. "Herr Forehead, it is Herr Wright."

"I'm not here!"

"You are and you're a diva." Klavier rolled his eyes.

"Takes one to know one, fop."

The blond put the phone back up to his ear. "Your son is here, ja…. Nein he is uninjured. Hiding from Herr Edgeworth. Ja….ja. I can. To the agency?" He chuckled. "Herr Edgeworth is already there?"

Apollo looked up from his hands. Edgeworth went to the agency? He went outside with the magic disaster caused by Apollo still apparent?

"I can bring him there. Someone who might be able to help?" Klavier looked confused, sharing a glance with Apollo. 'Who?' He mouthed.

Apollo shrugged. "Truce and I are the only magicians I know." He whispered back. Had Phoenix tracked down Valant? Or…their mother?

"We will be there soon." Klavier promised before hanging up. "Are you certain?"

"Aside from Valant or mom, I can't think of anyone else who might be able to help." Apollo said. "It's possible he found one of them, but if it was mom, I think he would've called me back sooner."

Klavier hummed. "Perhaps he tried, but forgot you are currently lacking a cell?"

"He wouldn't forget that." The defense attorney sighed. "He checks the order he and Edgeworth made for my new one almost religiously. I'm a bit scared to be honest, last time he checked with me in the room, it was in Vancouver."

"Canada?" Klavier raised an eyebrow. "Mein Gott, they ordered one from Germany then."

Apollo groaned, resisting the urge to hit his head on the desk. "I don't want to know how much that costs…"

"Around nine hundred euros, actually."

Apollo glared. "Did I not just say I don't want to know?"

Klavier smiled brightly. "Ah, but Herr Forehead, it's not much."

"It's three paychecks, and that's if we actually have a case!" He bristled.

Grabbing the keys to his car, Klavier chuckled. "You mean Vater is still allowing Herr Wright to do your and Fraulein Athena's paychecks?"

Before Apollo could continue their argument, Klavier pulled him up by his arm to stand. "It matters not, let's go see who is there to fix everything."

Apollo was just grateful it was an actual car, and not the hog. Seeing what car it was though, his eyes light up.

"Klavier, you dork." Apollo hid a grin behind his free hand, as Klavier still had a grip on his other wrist, as he looked at the bright yellow Camaro with black racing stripes. "Bumblebee? Really? How old is this, 2016?"

"Like it?" Klavier asked with a grin. "It was a bribe from mein bruder, to try and get me to become a defense attorney instead."

At the mention of Kristoph, they both fell silent. He was a topic they danced around most times, and one they never brought up around anyone else. It was hard for them, seeing their mentor- in Apollo's case- or brother- in Klavier's- turn into such a monster.

If they were truthful, they knew it would happen though. There were small things he had done that gave it away, once the larger pieces of evidence were brought to light. But they stayed silent. Whether out of some cruel, twisted loyalty to Kristoph or to each other, they couldn't tell.

It had them teetering on the edge of destruction at the best of times when they would think on it together, a ticking time bomb that could take them both down. They had enough ammo on him, on each other, to ensure destruction. But no words to describe what that ammo was, or why they stayed silent. Five languages between them, and not a single one to describe what kept them silent.

Magic. Apollo thought, watching as Klavier unlocked the doors. Like it's choking us whenever we think on it. He climbed into the car, barely getting the seatbelt on before Klavier was driving off.

There was time later to think on their danger. In that moment, Apollo was grateful for the silence. He could go back to thinking on the matter at hand, not one that had seemingly passed so long ago.


The closer they got to the Agency, the worse Apollo felt. And it wasn't caused by the matter at hand. Something inside the Agency was setting him on edge, or rather, someone was.

Someone new was in the building, and whoever it was had his bracelet trembling on his wrist before he could even see them. They were dangerous. He found himself grabbing Klavier's arm as he cut the engine once they parked.

"Wait." Klavier looked warily at Apollo. It wasn't the first time the defense attorney had him pause before going inside someplace.

He trusted Apollo's judgment. Their entire friendship was just that, trust. They unbuckled slowly, getting out even slower. Apollo saw Klavier reach for his side, grimacing when his hand met nothing but air.

When did he begin that habit? Apollo wondered. It was something he only saw in detectives, when they would reach for a gun. Given what had happened over the past few years however, he wouldn't be surprised if Edgeworth authorized some of the prosecutors to carry.

They walked, side by side, up to the door. Neither tried to stand in front of the other, nor cower behind. If something were to happen, they would face it together, equally. Apollo was the one to reach for the door, the sight inside not what they were expecting.

"Well, I can't say I've ever seen this happen…Ascot was into pranking, but he never did something quite like this."

"Professor?" Klavier blurted out, relaxing instantly. Apollo though, tensed further as red eyes drifted over him and the prosecutor.

"Mr. Gavin?" The man seemed just as surprised to see Klavier. "I was not expecting to see you."

"Someone had to drive Herr Forehead over." Klavier grinned. "Justice, it's fine. This is Professor Sycamore; he was the best history teacher at Themis!"

Edgeworth looked over to Klavier and Apollo. "Ah, so that is how you two know each other." He nodded. "I asked the professor here if he couldn't help us with this…situation."

"Only after I said to ask him." Phoenix pointed out. "I was going to call Layton."

Apollo watched the newcomer tense at the name, focusing on how his shoulder twitched. Almost like Klavier reaching for his side. He noted.

"I was in the nearby area. There isn't much the Professor could do all the way from London, especially with the time difference." Sycamore recovered quickly.

Not quick enough, if Athena's reaction was anything to go by. Apollo watched her playing with the Mood Matrix from her spot on the couch. He had been right, something about Sycamore was off. Even Blackquill could tell, if his stance behind Athena was anything to go by. He seemed relaxed, but Apollo could see he was wary and ready to protect Athena.

Phoenix simply laughed though, as if he was unaware of their situation. "Yeah, guess that does make things hard."

"You said he was your history teacher?" Apollo leaned closer to Klavier.

"Ja." Klavier nodded. "Everyone's favorite history teacher."

"I wouldn't say that." Sycamore smiled. "I'm sure many would disagree with you."

Klavier shook his head. "Nein! Sebastian would agree. He loved everything you taught us about Ambrosia and their lost kingdom! And I still remember the Song of the Sea!"

There! Apollo focused. At the mention of Ambrosia, and again at the mention of the song, Sycamore's hand twitched towards his side. It was his shoulder at the mention of the other professor, were the three connected in some way?

"Of course you would remember that, rockstar prosecutor." Sycamore smiled as if the tic hadn't happened. "However, I am not here as a teacher today. Prosecutor Edgeworth asked for my help in fixing a magical mishap."

Apollo looked to the ground sheepishly. "I didn't mean to." He said. "I was trying to keep a paper hawk animated without me having to focus on it the entire time."

Sycamore chuckled. "A simple misdirection of magic then. You must be very powerful to do something like this though, or to even attempt to bring a paper hawk to life!"

"I'm not as strong as Trucy." Apollo admitted.

"My kids are both powerful with their magic." Phoenix said proudly.

I'm not your kid Mr. Wright… Apollo thought. "So how can it be fixed?"

"Try thinking of bringing his hair back to its original color."

I don't think it'll be that easy. Apollo hadn't tried that yet, however. It seemed far too simple. "Where's Trucy at? I thought Athena called her to fix this?"

"She's looking through a few of her books." Phoenix waved to his office. "But everyone's stumped."

"I'll try changing it back." Apollo turned towards Edgeworth, looking at his hair before closing his eyes. How hard can it be really? Maybe I'm stressing over nothing…

With his eyes shut, his bracelet loosened around his wrist again. It made him all too aware how much that power relied on his sight. If he lost his eyesight… The thought was shoved away. He needed to concentrate.

It wasn't easy with everyone talking around him. He heard Klavier to his left, still excited over seeing his old history teacher. Sycamore and Phoenix were over to his right, caught in their own conversation.

Athena and Blackquill were still at the sofa. Apollo didn't need to see to know they were still in the same positions they had been in when he walked in. They weren't as distracting as the others, but he could tell they were there.

It's the magic. He realized. Of course, his sister had lived in the Agency for seven years, and Maya and Pearl had been in the rooms plenty of times. There was magical build up everywhere, he was sure everyone else could feel it too. It made the mental image as clear as if his eyes were open. It tinted everything in a neutral blue color, close to the color of Trucy's cape.

The magic twisted around Klavier like it didn't know how to handle him. I feel the same way. He thought. But where it did touch the blond, it took on a light purple glow. Apollo didn't need to turn his head to see that, it was a loud color. Blackquill's was much more subdued. A dark blue.

Athena was a vibrant yellow on her own. Where the built-up magic twined with her color, was a beautiful green. She wasn't a threat, but she had a sort of magic all her own. She can hear others' hearts as clear as I can see nervous tics.

Around himself the magic was welcoming. His magic reaching out to play with his sister's, red and blue dancing playfully. It was softer around Edgeworth, the blue touching the other man, though there was no reaction from him like there was from Athena or Apollo. The only reaction was the small amount of Apollo's magic that was there.

Maybe if I can call it back? He tried thinking on that, coaxing his magic to come back.

It almost worked, a softer blue color coming to help him. He recognized that magic. The spiritual tinge to it, it was Phoenix's. You knew how to do this? Apollo felt a twinge of annoyance. If Phoenix knew how to fix it, why go through all this trouble?

Or are you just going along with what I'm trying? Apollo wondered.

It didn't matter as something made the process stop. There was something…evil. He was picking up on it, and it made him open his eyes.

The dark red color, the color of blood that made Apollo shiver and felt like-

It felt dangerous, it felt wrong. It felt like Kristoph.

It was tinged black around the edge and that felt even worse. It was bad, terrible, it felt like death.

"Apollo, calm down." Phoenix was closer to him, trying to coax him down.

Apollo wasn't sure how to. Not as he made the connection of who had that terrible color.

He reacted without thinking, magic lashing out.

Klavier yelped, leaping back. "Was war das?!" He asked.

"Apollo! Stop!" Athena leaped to her feet

"Please calm down!" Widget cried.

"Apollo!" The young lawyer's magic twisted, ready to attack Sycamore.

Phoenix was in its way.

"Phoenix!" Edgeworth was at his husband's side, but it was hard to tell what happened.

"Everyone stop!"

Trucy's voice made everyone freeze. Apollo was on the verge of panic.

He had done it again. His magic had just reacted and-

"Polly, it's ok." Trucy clapped her fingers together once, and Miles' hair was back to normal.

Apollo was more focused on the warmth that twined around him. Trucy's magic, not what had built into the Agency, but straight from her. It calmed him down, calling all his magic back.

Except for what had hit Phoenix.

"Daddy?" Trucy approached Edgeworth. "Papa, is he ok?"

Edgeworth had his arms wrapped around something. "I…I'm not sure how to answer that."

Fear froze Apollo. Oh God…what did I do? He thought in horror.

"I'm not entirely sure how to fix that." Sycamore commented, looking at Edgeworth.

Edgeworth stood up and, were those feathers?

"I don't know how this is possible." Edgeworth sounded amazed and worried at the same time. "But I believe Apollo…has done something illogical and impossible."

Phoenix blinked his eyes open and looked up at his husband. He tried to speak, only a trill coming out, followed by an undignified squak as he struggled.

"Uhh…Polly. I know our boss is named Phoenix, but…aren't real ones, I don't know, just fantasy?"

Apollo paled as he looked at his boss.

First Edgeworth's hair turned pink. And now.

"I turned Mr. Wright into a phoenix…"

"Ooo! Polly how'd you do that? I can never get transformations like that right!" Trucy seemed excited about things. She reached up, petting Phoenix on his head. "And daddy's such a pretty phoenix too!"

The black-feathered bird seemed confused, but settled in Edgeworth's arms.

"Why does this always happen?" Apollo groaned.

"I'm swearing off magic. I can't do this."


Klavier is a huge nerd at heart. No one can take that from me. (And he has the 2016 concept Camaro they got for Bee in the new movie because that's my favorite, aside from the SS they used in AoE.)

And a wild Desmond Sycamore appeared! But with good reason I assure you. Let's just say that shit's gonna hit the fan in a later instalment of the series (Note: Not this story, but possibly the next one) It'll be hinted at a LOT in here, so keep an eye out for it!

Of course, our favorite German prosecutors (all three! Plus Sebastian, because he was in the same class a Klavier I believe?) would know Professor Sycamore. The Agency gets one brother; the Prosecutor's Office gets the other. Hmm… let's hope this goes over better than the last time they had a split like that.

I decided to add him in early to the story though, so I could move at least one plot along at a steady pace. Don't worry, the plot he's in leads right back into the main plot, I promise. I've also had a few thoughts over him and Layton, and Kristoph and Klavier (and Apollo to some extent.) and a few similarities I see. And the story of him being Klavier and Sebastian's history teacher, it gives him a good cover for the time before the games. I'm sure he had to build a good reputation as Sycamore, so where better to than at a legal school? And Sycamore seems like the type who would share at least the Song of the Sea with his students, even if Descole wouldn't ever dream of sharing it.

Luke's gonna be making an appearance really soon (Like a few chapters soon. I got a plan for him and Trucy!) Let's see how Apollo fares with a different sort of magic in the courtroom.

And if I called Blackquill 'Simon' anywhere in here and didn't catch it, my bad. I'm so used to rping him, and just using Simon because I usually rp him and Klavier and Sebastian together, and they call him Simon. But this is in third person limited, focusing on Apollo, and he calls him Blackquill still. So I get confused at times.