A/N: Hey guys! Quick update before my show, The Hobbit, which is next weekend. I actually get a lot of writing done during rehearsal though, so it's cool. Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Reviewers: Kumquat93, Feyfangirl, and Shizuka Ayasato!

Oh, and check out Shizu's story for my birthday (Oct. 30th) called Shattering the Fourth Wall. I love it so much! :)

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~Diana

A match flared and the dim Channeling Chamber was lit by a single candle. Misty Fey set it down on the table and pulled a thick scroll towards her. Six more were piled in a careful pyramid behind it. Edgeworth looked over her shoulder, trying to see what she was reading, but it was all in Japanese. She murmured to herself, running her finger down the text. "Here it is," she said, looking up. "The Seven Scrolls say that in order to return to your 'time', you must gain another chance to change the past."

"And how exactly do I do that?" Edgeworth asked impatiently.

"You must fix a mistake you made in the present," she replied calmly. "And I'm afraid that's all I can tell you, Mr. Edgeworth."

"But you suspect it has something to do with Madeline, am I correct?" he said. She nodded.

"I had my suspicions, so I used my influence to bring her up here. I know in my heart she's not a killer," Misty said, fixing her brown gaze on him.

"I know," he murmured, looking down.

"Well, Mr. Edgeworth, it's late. I think I'll retire for the night. I would suggest you do the same," the woman said, moving to the door. He nodded and proceeded out after her. She walked with him as far as the Winding Way, then she turned left, toward the family's quarters, while he turned right, toward his own.

He slid open the door (everything was in traditional Japanese style) and checked his watch. It was quite late, almost midnight. He sat down on the edge of the bed. How was he supposed to fix Madeline's problem when she wouldn't even speak to him?

As he was lost in thought, he saw a shadow creep past the thin screen wall. The figure moved toward the main hall, stopping and looking around before turning and walking further into the garden. Instinct told him to follow, so he got up as well, carefully closing his door behind him and following the faint footprints on the path the mystery person had clearly taken.

Finally he reached an open meadow with a single tree, filled with soft grass and flowers turned silver by moonlight. It displayed a stunning view of the city lights at the bottom of the hill Kurain sat upon. As he moved a little further in, a voice broke the silence.

"I knew I'd find you here."

Edgeworth looked around warily before catching sight of another figure moving toward the shadow he had been trailing. He ducked back into the shadows, feeling that this was private, but important.

"You," came a voice as familiar as his own-Madeline. "I know you killed her."

"Thank you for taking the fall as…gracefully as you did," the first voice said, chuckling. In a flash, Edgeworth recognized it-Markus Sandes, Madeline's uncle.

"Why did you do it?" Madeline asked. He could tell she was holding back tears.

"She got in my way," the cold voice of Markus replied.

"I should just go tell someone now," she said defiantly and he saw her silhouette turn away from the other. Markus shoved her roughly to the ground and towered over her. It was all Edgeworth could do to keep from running out and helping her, but he knew she wouldn't appreciate it if he did.

"Who would believe the testimony of the new number one suspect?" he taunted. "You have quite a solid case built up against you, thanks to your friend Miles Edgeworth." She shifted, her face lit up by moonlight for the first time, revealing the look of pain in her eyes.

"Just go," she murmured, so quietly that Edgeworth had to strain to hear it. Markus laughed and roughly kicked her.

"I will, I have to get back to the city by morning. Remember what I've told you," he said, then disappeared into the shadows. Madeline sat up, rubbing her side. She rested her back against the tree, looking out over the city lights. He decided to let her know he was there by advancing a little further into the clearing.

There was a faint gasp, followed by rustling. He looked around. The area appeared to be empty, but he sensed she was still here. He looked around, taking in the view and pretending he didn't know that someone was there, until there was a small thump behind him. Turning around, he saw a single shoe lying in the grass underneath the tree, a delicate silver ballet flat. Looking up, he caught sight of a pair of gray eyes staring back at him, then without a sound, Madeline dropped from the branch she was sitting on and was standing in front of him. She wore a thin silver robe over shorts and a tank top, similar to the channeling robes of the Fey family, and her black hair was pulled back with a silver barrette. He held out the shoe to her and she took it, nodding.

"How long have you been there?" she asked. Her voice wasn't angry as it had been when he had last spoken with her; it was now resigned, defeated.

"Long enough," he replied. She sat back down, her back pressing into the rough bark. He sat down next to her, noticing in surprise that she didn't move away.

"Don't get me wrong," she said, reading his expression. "I'm still insanely angry with you."

"I know," he responded.

"I just…" she spoke again, then trailed off. "I just…don't know."

"Tell me something," he said, turning to face her and clutching the Magatama like Wright had taught him long ago in his own time. "What do you really think of my story?"

The surroundings faded to black around them and chains and a single red lock wound around the woman before him with a loud clatter. "You can see them, can't you? I can see it in your eyes," she said and sighed. "I don't know what to think anymore."

He gently touched her arm and she didn't shy away, her gray gaze locked on him. "Would I lie to you?" he asked quietly. The lock shattered with a loud crash, sending sparkling red bits flying everywhere. The Magatama glowed, a bright silver flash lighting his pocket. A single tear rolled down her cheek and she looked away, gray eyes scanning the horizon. When she spoke again, it was almost too quiet to hear.

"As much as I hate to admit it," she whispered, "I still trust you." He put his arms around her and pulled her into a hug. She laid her head on his shoulder, crying softly. "Why did you do it?" she asked quietly, her voice muffled by his shoulder.

"Madeline, I promise you, it wasn't me," he said determinedly. She looked deep in thought for a moment, then nodded.

"I believe you," she murmured. "I just have this feeling…I don't know." She trailed off again, frustrated.

"So what are you doing out here at such a late hour?" he asked.

"Nightmare," she muttered, looking at the ground.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he said.

She looked away and began to speak. "I dreamed that you and your father and another person were in an elevator…" She proceeded to tell the events of the DL-6 incident. He listened with fascination and shock. "What is it?" she asked, catching sight of his expression.

"That's…exactly what happened in my time," he said. Her eyes flashed with surprise.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" she said, looking upset.

"It's fine," he replied, still curious. Why would she be dreaming about his time? "One more question. Who were you talking to? What's happening with you?"

This time it happened without him even touching his Magatama. Five locks and chains encircled Madeline, who was unable to meet his eyes. "I'm sorry, Miles," she said, head bowed. "I can't tell you." As she shifted, her robe slipped, revealing dark, ugly bruises along her arms. He knew that the visit from Markus was not just a one-time thing.

Slowly the world colored itself again and the locks and chains faded from view. "It's late," she said, still avoiding his gaze. "We should be getting back." She stood and began to walk back down the path to Fey Manor. He hurried to catch up to her, falling into step beside her. She cast a sideways glance at him, smiling. "See, this is how it used to be," she said, then frowned. "But I suppose you wouldn't remember that."

He remained silent, lost in thought about how nice it was not to have the woman he loved angry with him. He barely even noticed that they had arrived back at the mansion until she stopped outside a screen door. Golden light spilled from under to door, casting a golden glow on her feet. "This is my room. Good night, Miles," she said, half smiling and opening her door.

"Wait, Madeline!" he said quickly and she paused, looking confused. "I know I asked before but…do you need a lawyer?"

"No," she replied. "I have one of the best attorneys in town, aside from you of course. Diego Armando's defending me. You know, Mia's boyfriend?"

He nodded, thinking hard. It was crystal clear now; to fix the mistake he had made in the present, he had to defend Madeline. He made his way back to his room in a daze. Sitting down on his bed, he sighed. It was clear that she was gaining (or regaining) trust in him, but not enough to allow him to defend her. He was going to have to think of something, and fast. He was running out of time.

Madeline was sitting on her bed, unconsciously rubbing her Magatama, a silver one, between her fingers. Her mind was on Miles. He seemed different somehow, which was probably why she believed him, she supposed. But she still wasn't quite confident enough to hire him as her lawyer. She yawned and reached toward the lamp, but before she turned it off, a shadow crossed her door. She watched it fearfully, recognizing the shape: Markus. The figure seemed to drift by her room and she turned off the light, lying down. In a few minutes she was asleep, the Magatama still clutched in her hand.