AN: Well, here's the next chapter. This chapter is probably a little more serious than the others. This may be attributed to the fact that I was listening to the song Uninstall the whole time I was writing. Anyways, enjoy.

The Fey Girls had, yet again, finished a concert and were heading toward a white limo waiting to take them back to their hotel. The girls were, of course, being swamped by fans. Diego Armando did a good job of getting the pop stars out… with the exception of the red head.

Yes, Dahlia was still struggling to make her way through the mob. It wasn't as if Diego had forgotten about the girl… he was just too busy taking care of the others to help her. Yeah, let's go with that.

"Get the hell out of my face!" Dahlia swatted at the hands that were crowding her vision. "You're blocking my view." She was beyond aggravated. Why would humans obsess over other humans? It just didn't make sense.

"Hurry up, Dollie!" Phoenix yelled. Dahlia growled slightly, she hated when he called her that and he was well aware of that fact.

"I'm coming, Feenie." The smirk that had previously been on his face quickly fell. Revenge was sweet. Seeing that the crowd would not move away from her without some sort of distraction she grabbed the golden chain around her neck and tossed it as if it were a grenade. Many people chased after the object or were distracted enough that Dahlia was able to make her way to where the others were waiting.

"Yay, Musical Dahlia is here, now we can go!" The youngest member said from inside the limo.

"Yeah, stop making everyone wait on you. You're holding everyone else back." Mia said as she crossed her arms.

"If you don't want me I could always go solo. Dahlia Hawthorne has a nice ring to it." She said as she stood in front of the limo, refusing to go in.

"N-now let's not be rash. I can't be losing one of my best performers." If not for the talent for all the money she brings in. Phoenix gently pushed Dahlia into the Limo; thankfully she got in.

Fifteen minutes passed. They finally arrived at a ritzy hotel in the downtown area. They checked in and got their room keys, separate room for each of them, even Pearl. Dahlia immediately made her way up to her room on the eleventh floor. She had had enough of her relatives for one day.

As soon as she was locked in her room she set out to make herself a cup of tea. The hot water had already transformed… all she needed was her secret ingredient. She grasped for the bottle pendant around her neck to find, much to her surprise, that there was nothing there. Where had it gone? She had it before the concert, before the giant mob… ugh how could she have been such an idiot to throw her necklace. Just as she was mourning the loss of her pendant someone knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Dahlia asked with irritation in her voice.

"Phoenix Wright." She sighed. She couldn't really just shoo away her manager.

"Come in." The blue clad manager stepped into her room closing the door behind him.

"What's wrong, you look… different."

"It's nothing; I just lost something that I can't replace anytime soon." She mumbled, not expecting him to hear her.

"Oh, well maybe these dahlias can make up for your disappointment. They're almost as beautiful as you." He produced the flowers in question from behind his back. He grinned cheekily. She rolled her eyes.

"Save your breath." The man stared at her. "I heard about your attempt to woo Mia."

"Y-you know about that?" He asked as he scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

"Yep, oh, heads up, if you're going through the list of eligible bachelorettes in the group I would recommend that you don't use the same lame pick up line that you just used." She turned her back to him and turned the T.V. on. Then she plopped on the king sized bed.

"Okay, now I know something is wrong." He sat next to her on the bed. "You didn't hurt me physically and you gave me advice. Who are you, and what did you do with Dollie?"

"Nothing's wrong." Phoenix blinked. She didn't even react to me calling her Dollie. This must be worse than I thought.

"Dahlia, what exactly did you lose that you can't replace?" She hesitated for a second as she glanced about.

"My…tea ingredient." At this he couldn't help but laugh.

"Your tea," he paused to laugh, "ingredient?"

"Th-that's not what's really bothering me. It was what was holding it that I'm upset about." She defended.

"Holding…?"

"My necklace." Phoenix looked at her clavicle and noticed the lack of her omnipresent accessory.

"I-I could always buy you a new one." She shook her head feverishly.

"It wouldn't be the same. My… boyfriend gave it to me."

"Boyfriend?! I wasn't aware of such a thing…"

"It was a long time ago. He committed suicide when I was nineteen. His name was Terry, and he was an idiot, but still…" Dahlia turned her head way.

Crap, she's going to start crying. What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?

"I-It's okay…" He was about to put a friendly arm around her when.

"*ACHOO* Sorry about that." Phoenix quickly pulled his arm back to his side seeing that she had only sneezed.

"Hey, I know I can't give you back the necklace but maybe I can give you a new carrying case for your tea."

"Phoenix, no one can ever replace…"

"I'm not talking about as a lover. I'm talking about as a friend." Phoenix smiled slightly as he said this. Much to his surprise she smiled to. He had never actually seen her do so before.

"I'd like that." They continued to talk for a while until Phoenix realized that he had to leave for a meeting.

"Bye Dollie."

"Bye Feenie." Phoenix moved out the door and closed the door behind him after he left. He had gone in there hoping for a date, but came out with something much better than that, a friendship that would last a long time. Even if the friendship didn't last, he had something that would, blackmail.

Yeah, I made Phoenix and Dahlia become friends. (somewhat) I really hope you liked this update. Please leave a review.