A Force To Be Reckoned With -- Part 1 (original) (raw)

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Obi Wan never told you...

Title: A Force To Be Reckoned With -- Part 1
Author: Kelriia
Fandom: Phoenix Wright/Star Wars (Pre Ep 1-6)
Disclaimer: This takes place somewhere in those 10,000 years that the Old Republic was kicking around.
Warnings: AU, mild violence, jedi!lawyers, angst, man-crushes, mention of deaths of relatively minor characters.
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"I'm impressed that you managed to figure out the intricacies of Ynarl law, Edgeworth. I would have thought that having to deal with a language that accepts triple and quadruple negatives would stump you," commented a familiar voice in almost-casual conversation. Miles Edgeworth, former jedi and current lead prosecutor for the Ynarl government on a planet he didn't even try to pronounce, looked up. His eyes narrowed immediately.

"What are you doing here, Wright?" he demanded of the cloaked figure. The man shrugged off his hood, revealing short brown hair which spiked backwards, almost as if this person had spent a lot of time on fast speeder bikes, and his hair stuck that way, and wide brown eyes. He smiled.

"The Jedi Council sent me," the spikey-haired man replied calmly.

"You're lying," Miles accused. He wasn't willing to deal with him right now. Not Phoenix Wright...

"I'm not," Wright countered easily. He sat comfortably in the client chair -- remarkable, considering the Ynarl were eight foot tall people that resembled trees on stilts more than humans -- tucking his hands behind his head. Miles was galled by his incredibly casual attitude.

"They didn't send you to find me," he grumbled, clarifying. He glared at Phoenix, stopping him in mid stretch, a wordless warning against putting his feet on the prosecutor's desk.

"Well..." Phoenix began vaguely, tucking his feet under his chair in response to the fierce look.

"I don't have time for this," Miles muttered darkly. He stood, reaching to collect his files, when Phoenix put a hand on his. Miles looked down at him, the soft brown hair that fell into his eyes shadowing an emotion Phoenix didn't dare sense.

"Wait, please," Phoenix said softly. "We haven't spoken since you left the Temple."

"Did you expect that we could just carry on where we left off, Nick?" Miles asked harshly. "Did you think after all these years things would just go back to the way they used to be? We're not children any more."

"I had hoped," Phoenix admitted softly. "I thought you'd remember."

"You were always naive, Wright," Miles spat, sounding annoyed. "You haven't changed."

"You have," Phoenix muttered. "You used to want to be a Jedi Protector. You used to care about someone other than yourself. What happened to you, Miles?" he demanded, a half-desperate tone in his voice. "What happened to my best friend?" Miles looked away. He couldn't take that look. He never could.

"Leave me alone," Miles said quietly. Phoenix set his expression.

"No," he said firmly.

"I can't..." Miles sighed. "I'm not willing to deal with this right now," he said finally. "I'm busy. I have cases."

"You don't understand," Phoenix said, sounding frustrated, his casual demeanor gone. "Didn't you get any of the holos I sent?"

"No," Miles said bluntly. Erasing them had never gotten any easier, but after the first few, he couldn't bear to see Phoenix begging him to come back to Coruscant.

"Maybe you shouldn't have ignored me," Phoenix said bitterly. "Maybe if you pulled your head out from your--"

"Wright, I'm warning you..." Miles cautioned him, anger pushing aside misery.

"--you would have realised why I was here," Phoenix finished, glaring at him.

"There's a point to this, correct?" Miles asked sarcastically. Phoenix's expression grew deadly serious, and he stood. The hand on Miles' shoulder was anything but intimate, and the other was firmly placed on the hilt of Phoenix's lightsaber.

"Miles Edgeworth, former Jedi and current renegade, the Jedi Council wishes to take you in for questioning in regards to the death of Robert Hammond," Phoenix said, tone formal. More gently, he added, "I'm sorry, Edgeworth, but you need to come with me."

Tags: images, phoenix wright/star wars, pw/sw pairings: phoenix/edgeworth