Multifandom Oneshot Book

Scene - Remembering

A/N: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE FIRST ACE ATTORNEY GAME/SEASON 1 OF THE ANIME

Sitting at his desk, looking impassively over piles of paperwork from his subordinates' cases, Logic gave a heavy sigh. Even here in the library he was inundated with forms.

But that wasn't what was really bothering him.

His attention drifted to the clock on his desk and he noted the date and time:

24th of December, 23:51pm

Time was strange here, everything was. He knew that he wasn't really,  that he was a character from a series of games but to him those memories were real.

And they were returning.

His father had been facing Manfred von Karma over what he now knew to be called the SL-9 incident, his father's client, one Jeff Masters, had been found guilty but his father had exposed von Karma of having used illegal means to retain his forty year perfect record.

He hadn't known it at the time but that was to be his father's last act as an attorney.

Logic shuddered as the memories surged forth.

The elevator, it had been himself; a young boy of nine, his father and a court bailiff named Yani Yogi.

The earthquake.

The power cut.

They'd been trapped in there.

Hours had passed, and Yogi and his father had begun fighting; Yogi demanding that the attorney stop breathing his air.

Logic remembered panicking, his young mind clouded from oxygen deprivation and fear.

He remembered picking up Yogi's fallen gun.

He remembered throwing it at them in hopes of stopping the fight, pleading with them to stop.

He remembered the gun going off.

And he remembered the scream.

That scream he heard right before passing out; that horrific, near demonic scream.

He remembered waking in hospital.

Remembered getting the news.

He remembered fifteen years where he thought that he'd been the one to kill his own father, that scream haunting his nightmares.

Logic curled in on himself where he sat, the memories were stronger this year.

He supposed it was because, well, this year was the year of the trial.

It was odd, Logic remembered that trial as an event from years ago, his memories were in line with the progress of the series of games that The Librarian was familiar with. Yet it was to happen tomorrow.

Just that day, in his canon, he'd been saved by Wright, proven innocent of the murder of Robert Hammond.

And tomorrow was to be the day he was tried for his father's murder.

Tomorrow would be the day he'd find out that the man who mentored him his whole life and raised him accepting nothing less than perfection had been the one whose scream he had heard.

Had been the one to kill his father.

The wounds felt so fresh, felt like literal knives. He hugged himself tighter as that cursed scream filled his mind again and his body started to tremble.

Suddenly he felt a pressure on him, paws on his shoulders, and he opened his eyes;

Pess was up on her hind legs, leaning against him and giving him a hug. She'd sensed his panic set in and done what she'd been trained to do; comfort him and help bring him down.

Logic's ragged breathing and racing heart began to settle as he stroked the border collie's soft fur. That was in the past. His father's killer had been brought to justice. His soul put at peace.

The prosecutor slipped from his office chair and hugged his dog softly, laying a gentle kiss on her head.

"Thank you Pess, and merry Christmas."

He looked up, his gaze turning to the window and the glittering skyline of Los Angeles, Japanifornia.

"Merry Christmas father... I miss you..."