(A/N: Another request from LazyCatfish27, which was finished in between studying for an Archaeology final and finishing up a 12 page paper. It was a little rushed, and it's kind of a light piece, but I think it turned out okay…but I'll let you be the judge of that.

Phoenix Wright and related characters belong to Capcom…who are nice people and don't want to sue me.

Challenge: write a Maya x Franziska fic.)

Franziska Von Karma had been expected to be very mature very early on in life. Her father's obsession with perfection had forced her into the role of a prosecutor at age 13, and while she could easily handle that responsibility, she had missed out on the experience of being a 'normal' teenager or even a normal childhood (as if Franziska and her whip could ever be considered normal).

This lack of experience led her to be confused by Phoenix Wright's rather erratic aide Maya Fey. Maya was, in many, was Franziska's exact opposite. She was childish, melodramatic, prone to fits of fangirlishness and was unfailingly cheerful. Franziska did not understand Maya and therefore chose to ignore her.

Maya, for her part, did not get Franziska. She didn't understand her focus on perfection (she hadn't understood the elder Von Karma's obsession either), or why she seemed to prefer seeming stuffy and old (She beat Nick out in that category, as he was at least fun) to actually enjoying life. It seemed more likely that Maya would give away her limited edition steel samurai poster than actually act her age.

Of course, as life seems to have a bizarre sense of humor, Franziska and Maya found themselves stuck in an elevator together in a blackout. It had not happened intentionally, as Maya had been heading up to meet Nick at Defense Lobby number 3 before a trial and Franziska had been heading to prosecute said trial. However, they were stuck in a cramped and dark place until the backup generator kicked in. Both of them had sat down in opposite corners of the elevator as they tried to ignore the building tension.

After a few minutes of an awkward silence (the fact that Maya was QUIET would have shocked anyone who knew her), Maya spoke up, "So…how long do you think we'll be stuck here?"

Franziska threw a glare at the medium-in-training, even though she knew it wouldn't be seen in the inky darkness of the elevator, "We will get out of here when the power comes back, obviously."

"Oh…. right…."

Franziska devoutly hoped that would be the end of the conversation and she could go back to figuring out how to turn the tables on Phoenix Wright.

Unfortunately luck was not with her, as Maya spoke up again, breaking her concentration, "I hope Nick is alright…"

"I'm sure Phoenix Wright can handle himself."

"…Why do you keep calling him that?"

Franziska stared incredulously where she assumed Maya's voice was coming from, "What?"

"Well, I mean most of the other prosecutors and the judge all just call Nick 'Mr. Wright', but you stick his first name in there…why?"

Franziska rolled her eyes, "I could similarly ask you why you call him 'Nick'."

Maya laughed, "Oh, well, that's what my Sis and his friend Larry call him. I just kinda picked it up."

Franziska shook her head, "I still fail to see how you get 'Nick' from 'Phoenix'…."

In the dark, Maya shrugged, "It's just a nickname; it doesn't really need to make sense. You never answered my question though."

Franziska thought for a minute, "I honestly don't really know. I heard his full name when I was in Germany, and I guess that I just started thinking of him in terms of that name."

Maya was quiet for a beat, "…do you mind you if I asked you something else?"

Franziska pinched the bridge of her nose between her finger and her thumb, "I have a feeling you'll still ask it even if I say no, so go on ahead."

"Do you ever…you know, regret being a prosecutor at 18?"

Now that caught Franziska off guard, "What?"

"You don't get to act your own age because you're a 'prodigy' or whatever…do you regret that?"

"…You do not regret something you never experienced, Ms. Fey. I was expected to be an adult and I fulfilled that expectation. You are in a similar situation, are you not? You are expected to become the next master of Kurain, so are you not forced into a role as well?"

Franziska was surprised when she heard Maya laugh, "Not really. I've got a few years to go before I'm going to be made the master, so I try to enjoy the time I get to act my own age, you know?"

"But, you're helping Phoenix Wright as his legal aide…"

"I'm doing that because of my Sis. She left me a note to take care of him, and that's just what I'm doing."

The idea of someone like Maya Fey taking care of Phoenix Wright was laughable but Maya cut off any reply Franziska might have had.

"But still, that kinda sucks not being able to act like a teenager…I mean even Nick and Mr. Edgeworth enjoy some things that are a little kiddie…"

That piqued Franziska's interest, "Like what?"

"Well, Mr. Edgeworth is a big 'Steel Samurai' fan…and Nick's big into video games."

"I heard Miles talk about the 'Steel Samurai' before, but I admit I've never watched it …"

With a low hum the lights kicked back on, and the elevator rumbled back into is slow ascension to the 3rd courtroom.

Franziska stood up, and turned as Maya did the same and stared at Franziska with a shocked expression.

"You've never watched the 'Steel Samurai'?!"

Considering Maya was looking at her like she'd committed some form of blasphemy, Franziska slowly responded, "Yes, that's right…"

"That's it, after the trial you're coming with me and you are going to watch it. I can't believe you haven't seen it! Even Nick's watched an episode!"

Franziska rolled her eyes but felt a small smile for on her lips, "I guess one episode couldn't hurt…"

(There is no canon reference for Phoenix liking video games, by the way. That was my invention as he strikes me as a video gamer. Edgeworth is never identified as a "Steel Samurai" fan in the canon, but there is a fan comic that portrays him as such. It' amused me greatly and so it got thrown in here, as well. Please leave a review if you feel so inclined.)