A/N: I know I have other stories left incomplete and after years of leaving the writing scene, I wish to return to it with less deep attachments. Writing for the enjoyment I get and less for completion. Which is why this will be a very loose story in element. In case I cannot see myself going far too long, I can wrap it up without leaving gaps.

I love Phoenix/Edgeworth, I think they are adorable, and I swear to god they had to have been thrown in there for the fangirls. Even in one of the casebook manga, it seems like they're just asking to be paired. So. Here ya go. Enjoy.

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.1 Space Cadet?

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Twelve flights of stairs and fifteen minutes tackling them with a practiced efficiency.

At a distance, the dark haired man in the rich magenta suit looked more like the type to be catered to. What he didn't look like was a man who had just run up twelve flights of stairs with a briefcase in one hand and a Styrofoam cup of coffee in the other. There was zest in his step that sang confidence with every click of his heels against the marble tile, even despite his slight show of breathlessness from his morning workout of simply making it to his office door.

I'm going to have to request a lower office when I get too old to do this.

He shook his head and set his briefcase on the bench in the hall, questing for the keys to the office he'd exerted too much effort at seven in the morning to get to. He ignored the flirty plant in the hall that liked to stick its branches to him whenever he used that bench to set his case on. The reasoning behind putting a plant in the prosecutors' main hall was simply beyond his ability to reason. No amount of logic could make him happy to see the damned thing that was reaching out to love all over his briefcase and disrupt his concentration of just trying to get his keys.

This plant will disappear one day. And I will make certain no one has any evidence regarding it.

He brushed the stray leaves from his sleeve and straightened. He was normally not late and though technically he still was not, he felt like he was. Collecting his belongings, he moved for the door…only to be met with a familiar splash of blue and an obnoxious smile to assist it. "Excellent, you're the first thing I see this morning."

"Aw, I'm a thing?"

"More or less. What do you want, Wright?" A sigh escaped the prosecutor. He really didn't want anymore of that man's intersection in his already staple life. He enjoyed his life consisting of work, sleep, and six pots of coffee sneaked in between.

"Can't I just come and say hi?"

"At seven in the morning?"

"…It's not unthinkable," a silly nervous grin spread across the visitor's face.

"What do you want, Wright?"

"Edgeworth, stop being such a stick in the mud. But if I must. I think you should come to lunch with me this afternoon."

The prosecutor stared at him for a moment, his brain kicking into overdrive and mapping out at least six possible reasons for this request. He needed advice, he was broke, he was going to play a practical joke, Larry was involved, he needed a lift, or he really had nothing better to do.

This is ridiculous, where would I find the time for such trivial nonsense? Does he not have more pressing matters to attend to? To come to my office at seven in the morning? And clearly here prior to my own arrival…Of course, he took the elevator, so it is likely I was still here sooner than he. But…

"Hey, Edgeworth…are you still in there?"

"Hm?" He looked up, key still in the door, half turned. "Of course."

"You really are something of a space case, aren't you?" The silly grin across the man's face got wider, he followed his friend toward the office room. "Miles Edgeworth, World's Greatest Prosecuting Space Case."

"Phoenix Wright, World's Most Annoying Guest Prior to Completion of My First Cup of Coffee."

"Oh blame it on the coffee," Phoenix stood smugly, watching Miles blankly take a sip from his Styrofoam cup. "Is that even good for someone who just hopped 12 flights of stairs?"

"If my heart explodes, they'll blame you for murdering me. That's how this works. "

"Well, you would know, you get accused of murder every time you walk in a room." Phoenix shrugged, leaning on the doorframe to the office. "If you actually committed murder, I don't think anyone would believe you."

"…Keep that in mind, when you're trudging on dangerous territory." Miles set his briefcase up on his desk, looking back at the intruder to his morning ritual of being solitary.

Phoenix just waved him off. "So what about it? Lunch?"

"Still pressing for that?"

"Come on, it's not like I'm asking you to marry me."

"I would expect you on your knee if you were."

A chuckle slipped free, "Oh wow, you have a sense of humor underneath that mean scowl. You're twenty-six and you look like you're thirty-five from all the scowling."

"They call it, distinguished."

"Well, okay Mr. Celebrity. Care to loan some of your precious time to a commoner? Or will I have to take it up with you in Court until the judge sentences you to an hour of non-work related activity?"

"Augh….Fine. Leave me a text message as to what time you wish to meet and I'll think about accommodating you. Now get out of my office."

"That wasn't so hard, now was it~. See you soon!" Phoenix waved, beaming with whatever emotion they called that. Miles was certainly not going to be beaming that sort of expression any time soon, so it was not a necessary thing to know anyhow.

He travelled back across his office to shut the door and give himself the privacy he so desperate craved. People before coffee were catastrophic to his functionality.

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His phone signaled the new text message and he emitted a sigh once more, leaning over the desk and finally and looking at the phone.

How could he have texted me already? This is simply ridiculous. I have work to do. Now I need to work in an hour to dispose of.

[Meet me at noon-thirty!]

Noon-thirty? Really? Noon-thirty…What is this… My thirty-five year mindset cannot compute this, Wright.

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[P.S. I love you, Miles.]

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Miles stared down blankly at the dropped coffee cup. He hadn't recalled letting go of it. But it was apparent he had. He didn't even move to pick it up. He stared at the text for another moment and then quietly slid the phone back into his pocket.

He sat in his chair and contemplated.

For a while.

"I must be a space-case, because I am missing something here." He conceded.

…To be continued.