A/N This is an update post playing Apollo Justice. I have decided to take a different turn to this fic. It's a little pointless but I was disappointed with the way Phoenix appeared (from Apollo's perspective at least) to have not real contact with his old friends.

Therefore, this fic will undoubtedly be huge on canon-tweaking and CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR ALL ACE ATTORNEY GAMES. You have been warned!!

There will be countless perspective shifts in this fic. I hope they are obvious enough. Sorry if people seem OOC!

Seven years later…

'OBJECTION!'

Without thinking, Phoenix pointed his finger at the man on the stand and highlighted out his contradiction. It seemed to be a natural reaction to him; defendant or not, he couldn't help himself. The adrenalin pursed through him as it used to and the sudden rush caused an old tune he once knew to play in his head, a tune that he used to hear when he pointed out the contradiction in a witness's statement in the old days…

Phoenix sighed.

He had not quite come to terms with his actions in court. He had been successfully defended by Apollo Justice, whom he knew was the son of Thalassa Grammarye and brother to his own adopted daughter.

'Geez, this is too much for me,' Phoenix said to himself, grimacing. He was walking down the darkened street outside the Kitaki mansion, thoughts wandering.

It took a lime green car, a flash of pain in his ankle and a blow to the head that sent him crashing into a pile of paint pots to jolt him from his thoughts.

There was something about this country.

News was always immediate. He was only visiting this country for a few months to bring himself up to date with the court proceedings and to visit a few old friends. In fact, he was planning on leaving for Germany the next day.

Turns out for Miles Edgeworth that turning on the TV in his hotel room that night caused him to put off his flight.

'…in fact it seemed to be quite a mysterious night for the park tonight, as Jon Howard will inform you now.'

'Thanks Janet. Yes, not only was there a murder at the People Park this evening, but a once famous defence attorney was struck by a car in what seemed to be a hit-and-run.'

Miles raised an eyebrow.

'The ex-Ace Attorney Phoenix Wright, disbarred for evidence forgery seven years ago, was his by a lime green Laguna this evening. Mr. Wright is in a stable condition down at Hickfield's and police are calling for any witnesses to-'

Click!

Miles turned the television off and lay the remote down in shock. He said in silence for a few seconds before grabbing his magenta jacket, cellphone and a satchel. Hesitating at the door, with a sudden air of realisation, he threw the papers he had written into the satchel and powered for the door.

Miles just sat and stared at the bed, face gaunt with worry. He had only been at the clinic for ten minutes, yet it had felt like hours. Silence hung in the room, apart from the raspy breathing from the bed and the occasional 'Hmm... yes,' coming from the other side of the door.

Why are you so worried? He asked himself, you read the reports; mister invincible does it again! Sprained ankle and concussion, that's all. You would have died in this situation, Miles! He's fine!

Despite the miraculous invincibility of his old friend, something still bothered Edgeworth.

It was the first time Miles had seen Phoenix Wright in nearly seven years and only the second time the since the latter had lost his badge. Was it the sight of his friend seven years on what bothered him?

It can't be, he looks the same! Miles assured himself, eyes scanning the face of the injured man, recognising his jagged eyebrows and the rebellious spikes of hair that stuck out through the strips of bandage around his head.

What bothered Edgeworth was the realisation of who was lay in front of him.

Phoenix Wright, disbarred ace attorney lay on the bed in front of him. 33 years old and seven years away from the job he loved, face no longer youthful but covered in dark stubble. The pile of clothes that had been replaced by the hospital robes were folded neatly on the side of the bed. There was no slightly-tacky blue suit, white shirt or red tie. Instead there was a pair of blue jeans, a white tee and a blue/grey hoody in a pile, headed by a disgustingly turquoise beanie, emblazoned with the words 'PaPa' and a childlike badge.

Miles Edgeworth scowled to himself at the sight of that beanie.

Bang!

The door slammed open, startling Miles. He stood quickly before glancing back down at the bed to confirm Wright had not stirred.

Into the room staggered two people carrying stacks of what looked like thin books. In the light, Miles could confirm that they were DVDs. The two people set the DVDs down on the floor on the opposite side of the bed to Edgeworth, neither recognising his presence.

The people who brought the DVDs were two women; one looked to be in her twenties and one in her teens. It took Miles a few seconds to really register who was stood on the other side of Wright's bed.

Looking up, the older girl addressed Edgeworth politely, 'Oh! I'm sorry! I thought-'

'Maya?!' Edgeworth exclaimed upon sudden realisation, 'Is that you?'

The girl looked taken aback, before the younger girl piped up, 'Mr. Edgeworth!!'

Maya Fey stood flabbergasted. She had grown slightly taller and leaner than when Miles last saw her. Her hair was slightly shorted, although she still sported her famous 'top-knot' and her childlike fringe had been replaced by a more sophisticated side-fringe. Her young cousin Pearl had grown hugely since Edgeworth had last seen her. The fifteen year old looked more mature but just as spirited, her brown hair sporting the same hairstyle as her cousin. Both girls were wearing their acolyte-garb, purple and pink respectively, and Maya had the red necklace that signified her as the master of the Kurain tradition hung round her neck.

'No way!' Maya said, surprised, 'It is so good to see you Mr. Edgeworth, how have you been? How's Franziska?'

Miles motioned for the girls to sit and he told a brief story of how he had been getting on in Germany in the past 7 years and how his step-sister Franziska was coping under the new jury system that he had imposed, revolutionising the court system in his country. Maya and Pearl looked on excitedly, nodding ever so often or asking questions.

They haven't changed a bit, Edgeworth thought to himself.

Maya and Pearl returned the favour, telling Miles of how the Kurain tradition had grown in stature over the years.

'…but I had to leave the acolytes to come and see Nick tonight, they were supposed to be doing waterfall training,' Maya finished, face dropping slightly.

'I see,' Miles replied, 'Anyway, I think it is best for me to leave, it has gotten very late and I'm sure Mr. Wright here may have a heart attack if he sees me sat by his bed when he wakes up.'

Both girls laughed sadly.

'This is the first time we have seen him in, what, seven years?' Pearl said, Maya nodding in agreement, 'We heard the news and just had to come down to see him. Although I guess we are glad he isn't awake!'

'I understand,' Edgeworth said, standing up. The three of them agreed it was time to go.

Miles said his goodbyes to the two Fey girls. Maya told him she would be leaving the Steel Samurai DVDs for him to show that they had visited in the hope that he would contact them for the first time in so long.

That gave Miles an idea.

The Feys left the room and Edgeworth walked over to the satchel he had left by the door. After a quick rummage through its contents, he found the booklet he was looking for. Miles placed it on top of the pile of clothes along with a note.

This booklet might be of interest.

With a smile, Miles Edgeworth quietly closed the hospital door.

Let's see how much you have really changed, Wright.

A/N Sorry if it was bad! Very difficult to write these characters properly and I didn't want to make in angsty at all. It is supposed to be a fun little fic. And yes it is pretty much AU.