It was the slowness of the day that did her in.

The boss was out of office and Trucy was practicing for a magic show, which left Athena Cykes to hold down the proverbial fort. Ages had passed since her last case, and there was no work to be done for the office. Charley was watered, the dishes were clean, the toilet was spotless.

Which left her mind...to wander. If there was no one else around, surely there was no harm in indulging her hobby, right?

Such a foolish, dangerous line of thought.

Still, Athena followed it, pulling out her laptop and opening up her word document, where a half-finished story was waiting to be completed. "Now...where was I?" she muttered to herself. It had been almost a week since the last time she'd continued her art.


'The High Prosecutor's Office was a austere and stately place, befitting the man who worked there. Beams of radient sunlight pierced the windows, casting the the shapes and sights of the office into sharp contrast. Miles Edgeworth's expensive mahogany desk is covered in stacks of thin paper, all relating to high profile cases that demanded his undivided attention.

But none of it needed as much attention as what was under his desk.

If any prosecutour, policeman, or detective had come into the office, they would have seen Edgeworth hard at work, the sharp lines of his ruggedly handsome face bent in serios concentration, stoicly regarding the reports with no regard for what they thought of him.

But what they wouldnt see was the mans' famous rival, Phoenix Wright, sitting underneath the desk, giving his childhood friend a very special service. The spiky hair for which the attorney was known for was mussed by occasional rough grabbing by the large, masculine hands of the man he idolized and loved.

"Harder." Edgeworth commanded, his voice quiet but iron hard. If anyone had been privy to the salacious acts being committed in this building of law, it would have bene clear from Edgeworth's tone how much he enjoyed this power over his courtroom enemy.

He was about to say more, when there was a knock on the office's doors, and'


And that was where it stopped.

Athena had hit a bit of a road block. Starting the new chapter so lewd was something she liked doing on occasion, but she hadn't been sure of who would be the best to break up the scene.

"Maybe that detective? What was his name..." Sadly, even after ten minutes of looking at the blinking cursor on the page, Athena hadn't thought of anything.

The building headache from caffeine withdrawal wasn't helping. Coffee! Widget chirped, and Athena wasn't about to deny that was what she really wanted.

It had been weird, when half a year before an old university friend had sent Athena a link to smut starring her boss and his old rival.

Weird, but also extremely hot.

Somehow, the same online fanbase for Mr. Wright that Apollo was a part of had also spawned a really popular ship, and tons of fanfics to go with it. They were pretty good, but reading them, Athena couldn't help feeling like none of them really got Mr. Wright.

But, of course they didn't, unlike her they'd never met him. That was how her own fic, "A Legal Tryst", began. A small but devoted fanbase grew around it, eagerly waiting for each new chapter. It hadn't yet been a problem at work, and Athena was sure it never would.

She was very wrong.

As Athena headed over to the coffee machine, humming a Gavinners song that absolutely refused to leave her head, she missed the sound of the office's front door opening.

The young Trucy Wright, finished early with the run-through, had no idea what was to befall her.

The only warning Athena got to her impending doom was hearing Trucy suddenly call out, "Athena! You never told me you were a writer!"

Time froze.

No.

No no no no no no...

Eventually Athena managed to start to say something, hoping to cut off the dark future before it came to pass. "Uh, actually Trucy, I'd prefer it if you didn't-"

There was no point. Turning around as she spoke, Athena saw it was already too late.

Trucy was facing away from Athena, but her posture had grown rigid.

I'm fucked, Widget beeped, the little face broadcasting Athena's fear of what was to come.

It felt to Athena like she stood there waiting for an hour, at least. There wasn't that much to it, so Athena could only guess Trucy read it through more than once before turning around to face her.

Athena didn't know what to expect.

Crying? That would have been bad. Especially because she'd never seen Trucy cry before.

Laughing? That would just be fucking weird. How the hell would Athena react to that?

Chill? Maybe chill would be good. Trucy was chill, it was a thing that could happen.

But no. None of the three.

Trucy looked...dead inside. The lights were on, but no one was home.

In fact...Trucy was looking in Athena's direction, but there was no focus, she didn't actually look at Athena. It was easily one of the creepiest things Athena had ever seen, and for her, that was a high fucking bar to clear.

Without saying a single word, Trucy just left the office.

After a few minutes spent recovering from that scare, Athena somehow sat back down with the inspiration she needed. "Mr. Edgeworth's sister, that's a brilliant idea. The drama..." The chapter was finished within the hour, and posted on WattPad where her audience showered her with lovely comments.

But they all felt hollow to her. Every time she read one, the image of Trucy Wright looking like the walking dead would come to her.

Athena didn't see Trucy again until the next Monday, but despite all her fears and anxieties, she never showed any signs of being angry at Athena. For almost a whole month, Athena thought it was something she'd never need to worry about again.

That was, until Trucy asked her to be her assistant for practicing a new trick.

When Athena balked, Trucy said, with a blindingly bright smile on her face, "Oh, that's too bad. So, should I tell Daddy about the 'special service'? Or Uncle Miles? You choose."