Wrightworth Oneshots

Defense Attorney Edgeworth & Prosecutor Wright Pt.2

A/N: Swap AU.

The trial, in which the accused is now Miles Edgeworth instead of Maya Fey, is about to begin. At his side was his father and his former client.

"That bruise on your head's looking pretty gnarly today." Maya grimaced sympathetically.

"I'm aware. That's why I'm trying to conceal it the best I can." Miles grumbled, fiddling with his bangs, trying to hide the dark bruise on his head.

Maya tries to apply makeup to cover up the bruise, her makeup skills were terrible and she ends up making it look worse.

"Sorry, Miles." Maya cringed.

"Don't worry about it. It'll do for now." Miles sighed, giving Maya her compact mirror back.

"I just can't believe that's Phoenix Wright over there." Gregory said looking across the room at the prosecutor he once knew as a sweet little nine-year-old boy.

The trial was difficult but Miles was able to prove his innocence, and thanks to Maya channeling Mia, Redd White confessed to his crimes. Out of the corner of his eye, Miles noticed the angry defeated look on Wright's face. It was somewhat understandable, his perfect record was just demolished right in front of his eyes. After Redd White was taken into custody, Wright storms out of the courtroom. He was seething with anger and disappointment for himself.

"How could I let those fools best me like that. How could I be so stupid." Wright growled as he entered the restroom to try to calm himself down.

He was having a lot of difficulty dealing with his failure. He was taught by Von Karma that failure was unacceptable, and growing up failure was always followed by severe punishment. Wright felt overwhelmed as his heart began to pound with anxiety.

"D*mn it, pull yourself together, Wright. Before you trigger another asthma attack." Wright told himself, gripping the edge of the counter where the sinks were.

But it was too late, his chest felt too tight and getting a breath in was too challenging. He frantically pats down his pockets, coughing and wheezing, searching for his inhaler. Wright gasps out a curse when he realized he had left his inhaler in his car.

"Woah, Mr. Wright, sir. Are you okay?" Gumshoe asked seeing him struggling to breathe.

"I'm fine....*gasp*...get away from me!" Wright snapped at the detective.

He couldn't let anyone see him like this, he couldn't be seen in a state of weakness. Wright shoves past the detective and stumbles his way out of the bathroom. When he reached his car, he felt like he was about to pass out. After a few puffs from his inhaler, Wright was able to breathe properly again. To help his throat feel less constricted as he caught his breath, he takes off his frilly jabot and unbuttons the top two buttons of his dress shirt.

"I won't fail again." Wright angrily stated, fixing his shirt and jabot back into place to look presentable after he took a few minutes to collect himself.

At the same time he was driving away from the courthouse, Miles and his defense team were exiting through the front doors.

"Man, channeling spirits really works up an appetite. I'm starving." Maya said.

"Then lets go get something to eat. I'm also pretty hungry." Gregory replied.

Miles agreed and the three of them head to the restaurant of Maya's choice. During their meal, Maya suggests that she should start working for the Edgeworths as their legal assistant.

"It'll be so fun! The three of us helping people and putting away bad guys." Maya excitedly says, munching on her second bacon cheeseburger.

"You know, that actually doesn't seem like a bad idea at all." Gregory said as he passed Maya a napkin to wipe some ketchup off her chin.

"What do you think, Miles?" he asked his son.

"Hmmm....yeah....I guess." Miles replied, distractedly dragging a french fry through a dollop of a mixture of ketchup and mayo.

His father nudges him to get his attention.

"S-sorry, I was...thinking." Miles apologized.

"About Phoenix?" Gregory chuckled with a knowing look.

Miles doesn't respond, instead he blushes a deep shade of red and takes a long sip from his soda.

"Why would he be thinking about Mr. Wright? He's a bit of a smug jerk." Maya asked, a confused look on her face.

"Because he had the cutest crush on him when they were kids." Gregory answered.

"Did not!" Miles snapped defensively, his voice squeaking slightly.

"Did too. Remember that Valentine's Day card you sent him when you were eleven? It had the most adorable love poem in it." Gregory said, smiling fondly.

"I'm not even sure if he even got that card. If he did...he clearly didn't care." Miles sighed sadly.

"So....Miles and Mr. Wright seriously were friends as kids!?" Maya asked, now wanting to know more.

"Mhm. Miles, Phoenix, and Larry were all best friends in elementary school. And out of the three of them, Phoenix probably had the biggest heart." Gregory told the young woman.

"Hmpf...well, now it seems his big heart's encased in a big 'ol block of ice." Maya huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, pouting.

"Can we please just...change the subject please?" Miles mumbled with pleading eyes.

After their meal was over, Gregory takes Maya home while Miles goes to the office to file the papers for today's trial. Sitting at his desk, Miles's eyes wander over to a framed photo of him as a little boy standing next to his father and his childhood dog. But it wasn't exactly the photo that had his attention, it was what was dangling from the corner of the frame. A little red keychain that was a symbol of an old friendship...a friendship that he hopes he can repair one day.

"If we were in each other's shoes, Phoenix...I'd like to think you wouldn't give up on me...so I'm not going to give up on you." Miles said, reaching out to hold the keychain between his fingers.

He goes back to his paperwork, daydreaming about when days were simpler, and his friend was his friend and not his enemy.