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Shades
Title: Shades
Summary: Him in her, and too many drinks
Rating: G
Warnings: Cursing. Yeah, I should just put up a "I CURSE IN FIC" on the main page so I can stop putting this up every fic
Update: one-shot
Other: for PWKM, promt was "Something based on this fic. Apollo or Trucy runs into a run-down Edgeworth at a bar or a shabby diner, or something of that nature. Edgeworth knows exactly who they are, as he's been following anything he can find that has to do with Phoenix, and he reminisces. He might be slightly drunk, I imagine he's a pretty sad drunk. At least, after that fic, he would be." Author's notes at bottom

Most people would turn their attention towards Apollo when looking for traces of Phoenix Wright. He was the one who was a defense attorney, he was the one the older man was mentoring. Apollo was the one Phoenix was trying to shape, when it fit him.

Miles was not most people.

He had never met Kristoph, but from the tapes he could see the million different ways that said regardless of how it may have ended, Apollo was his disciple. The way the young man would clench his hands to the point his fingernails left marks, how he would tilt his head. How much Apollo was a man of following things by the book. And just the fact it was not till Apollo was twenty two that he met Phoenix, more or less an adult by that point.

Trucy, on the other hand, was the man's daughter. She was the one who knew how to work out of the box, how to follow a trail despite what the law might say. She was the one who would raise her eyebrow that certain way, she was the one who was not naïve despite how she may appear to some. She was the one that was close to Phoenix those seven long lonely years, as his life changed completely.

Trucy was the seventeen year old who walked into this old bar, and from the crowds reaction was a regular. Apollo, he would bet good money had yet to set foot near a high end bar, much less a not so nice one like this. The prosecutor wondered what his old friend would think of what his child was up to, if he hadn't been the one who had sent her here himself.

She looked around the room, sharing a few greetings before she made her way over to him with a smile. Edgeworth said nothing, simply watching her as he nursed his drink. "Hey, mind if I join you?"

He wondered what she was digging for, but after looking down at his sixth shot decided he was past the point of giving a damn. "You look a bit young for this place."

She laughed, and god it even sounded like Nick's. "Yeah, I get that a lot. They'll still be carding me at twenty seven; why I like here, they know me by now." She took a seat, not waiting for his answer to her question. "So, what brings you here? I don't think I've seen you before."

"Visiting." He downed the next shot, motioning for another and ignoring the look the young girl was giving him. "This town has a lot of... history, for me."

"Bad history?" She stuck to soda at least, and Edgeworth had to wonder why he cared. If she wanted to get trashed, he wasn't exactly the best person to try to stop her.

"Worse. the good kind."

"Then why come back? Better to move on, right?" There, he could see the way she relaxed in her seat a bit. Whatever she was hunting for, she'd decided he wasn't it. That, or she was just too busy being noisy.

He gave her a look, not answering and instead having two more shots in quick succession. As the silence stretched on, he could see she was still waiting for an answer. Typical Wright manner, hang on to something like a starving dog until the truth comes out. "Talk like that is also why they think you're a child. Sometimes one can't move on, and must live with things staying as they are."

"Hey! No reason to pick on me, just because I'm stepping on some toes." God, she even pouted like him and Miles was torn between laughing and crying at this point. He settled for none of the above instead.

"You really are like him, personality wise." The prosecutor said without thinking, taking shot who knows how many at this point.

"Like who?" Part of him noted the slip of verbalizing his thoughts, then he decided he didn't care.

"Someone I used to know."

"Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?"

That was the question, wasn't it. "He was the man I'm in love with." There, simple. Now that it didn't matter, he could say it as easily as he breathed. He didn't really pay attention to the way Trucy leaned forward, literally on the edge of her seat as the story started to come out.

"Did he die? Was he in love with you too?"

Tact, no tact at all but of course she didn't have any. "No, and I'm not sure. It would be easier if he had died." Another shot, another step close to passing out which was his main goal now. He didn't even care that he was telling this story to someone who was more or less a complete stranger when he refused to give details to his own sister still.

"I was stupid, and I didn't tell him how I felt until the point was moot. He vanished from his old life, and I was even more stupid and let him. I still let him have his isolation, when any sane person would have at least tracked him down to punch the bastard." But no, he had wanted to respect the other's wishes. Despite how many times he'd gotten close to crumbling and hiring a PI, despite how many letters he wrote, and now that he even KNEW where the other man was- he still let him have his burnt bridges.

Burnt bridges. Edgeworth laughed, and he really wasn't sure why. "Mister...? Maybe you shouldn't drink so much."

"Maybe little girls shouldn't be sneaking into bars they're still five years too young for, despite how everyone might turn their eye. Maybe you should ask your father if the past seven years was really worth it." He shoved a sealed letter into her hands, standing up and ignoring the started look on her face. "Good evening Miss Trucy, let's not do this again."

"Wait! How- How do you know my name? How do you know my father!" She jumped up, trying to chase after him. "Who are you!"

"Ask him that. Tell him to actually open that letter, or I will have to punch him for Maya's sake. And tell him the damn tab is his." With that he was gone, and by the time she made it out the door there was no trace of him.

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Author's Notes
As I found out with talking with H&D's writer, some things that are not so clear; Miles is in the US because Maya set up an UBER reunion for all of the others, and they ended up deciding to do that card. Miles was suppose to drop that off, but he got depressed so drinking and oh hey there's Trucy let's hand it off to her.

I need to do more Trucy fic. I love her to death. Also I have an urge for Polly and Fran interaction from those talks with H&D's writer I also need to play with 'writing' more, since I have handwriting picked out for the main cast XD