::swats the plotbunnies::
Okay, I'm so not cross posting this one anywhere. Another Phoenix Wright ficlet type thing. Posted mainly because my girl was so keen on seeing it. Enjoy. Basically, what if DL-6 had gone just a bit differently?
Title: DL-6 Remix
Fandom: Phoenix Wright
Rating: PG
Archive: Ask and ye shall be as gods receive
Warning: Mild violence, near death experiences
Spoilers: Based on DL-6, so I guess spoilers for the first game, mostly case 4
The air was fresher. That was the first thing that Gregory realized as consciousness seeped back. He cracked his eyes open, slowly. Fresher air or not, the whole scene was still too quiet.
The first thing he noticed was that the elevator door was open. No, that was wrong. The first thing he noticed was that Miles was unconscious on the floor. Unconscious, but thankfully breathing. The security guard who'd been in the elevator with them, Yogi he thought was the name, was also unconscious. Which was something of a blessing, considering the fight that they had gotten into before the air had gotten far too thin. Before the shot had rung out.
Then Gregory noticed, really noticed, that the door to the elevator was open. It had been hard to tell at first. Mostly because the elevator was still dim. The dimness that still permeated the elevator was there due to the fact that someone was standing in the doorway, blocking out the light. Gregory blinked, the gun being the first thing to really come into focus. Then the coat that the would-be assassin was wearing. The coat that was impossible to mistake, even in the still-dim light.
"Manfred?" Gregory murmured, blinking almost bemusedly at the scene.
He received no answer, but he didn't really wait for much of one before he noticed something else. Something which he wouldn't have expected, but then he never would have expected to get stuck in an elevator for five hours and then wake up to find the Demon God Prosecutor holding a gun on him.
"Your hands are shaking," Gregory said quietly.
"Shut up, Edgeworth," von Karma growled.
"What's this about?" Gregory asked, noticing the still-shaking hands, and the near-deathgrip that von Karma had on the gun as he tried to hold it (and possibly his hands) still.
"You know full well what it's about!"
Gregory blinked at that, before sighing. "Is your 'perfect record' really worth that much to you? Is it really worth it to kill--"
A shot rang out then, effectively silencing Gregory, more from surprise than anything else. For a second, the scene was deadly still, frozen, before the gun fell to the ground with a muted thump.
"Daddy?" Miles murmured, the shot having woken him.
Gregory didn't answer at first. He was too busy staring at von Karma. The Demon God Prosecutor had missed. His ears were still ringing from the shot, and his neck was bleeding from where the bullet had grazed him.
"Daddy?!" Miles repeated, a note of panic entering his voice when he noticed his father was bleeding, and scrambled over to him.
"It's all right, Miles," Gregory said, hugging his son. "It's all right."
"You're bleeding," Miles said, all but clutching Gregory.
"I know. But I'll be fine," Gregory assured him.
Miles nodded, before looking over his shoulder at von Karma. "Will you help me get Daddy to the hospital? You should probably go too. You're bleeding too," Miles said, noticing the wet spot on von Karma's coat, the blood turning the normally blue fabric a dark purple.
Von Karma looked over at his shoulder. He knew he'd gotten shot, but it was still registering. "I'm fine."
"I think we could all do with a trip to the hospital," Gregory said, overriding the prosecutor. "Come on, let's go," he said, slowly getting to his feet.
For a brief moment, his eyes locked with von Karma's. The two of them were going to have a lot to talk about later on. But right now? Right now getting to the hospital was the number-one priority. The conversation, which would be necessary later on, would just have to wait.
Title: DL-6 Remix
Fandom: Phoenix Wright
Rating: PG
Archive: Ask and ye shall be as gods receive
Warning: Mild violence, near death experiences
Spoilers: Based on DL-6, so I guess spoilers for the first game, mostly case 4
The air was fresher. That was the first thing that Gregory realized as consciousness seeped back. He cracked his eyes open, slowly. Fresher air or not, the whole scene was still too quiet.
The first thing he noticed was that the elevator door was open. No, that was wrong. The first thing he noticed was that Miles was unconscious on the floor. Unconscious, but thankfully breathing. The security guard who'd been in the elevator with them, Yogi he thought was the name, was also unconscious. Which was something of a blessing, considering the fight that they had gotten into before the air had gotten far too thin. Before the shot had rung out.
Then Gregory noticed, really noticed, that the door to the elevator was open. It had been hard to tell at first. Mostly because the elevator was still dim. The dimness that still permeated the elevator was there due to the fact that someone was standing in the doorway, blocking out the light. Gregory blinked, the gun being the first thing to really come into focus. Then the coat that the would-be assassin was wearing. The coat that was impossible to mistake, even in the still-dim light.
"Manfred?" Gregory murmured, blinking almost bemusedly at the scene.
He received no answer, but he didn't really wait for much of one before he noticed something else. Something which he wouldn't have expected, but then he never would have expected to get stuck in an elevator for five hours and then wake up to find the Demon God Prosecutor holding a gun on him.
"Your hands are shaking," Gregory said quietly.
"Shut up, Edgeworth," von Karma growled.
"What's this about?" Gregory asked, noticing the still-shaking hands, and the near-deathgrip that von Karma had on the gun as he tried to hold it (and possibly his hands) still.
"You know full well what it's about!"
Gregory blinked at that, before sighing. "Is your 'perfect record' really worth that much to you? Is it really worth it to kill--"
A shot rang out then, effectively silencing Gregory, more from surprise than anything else. For a second, the scene was deadly still, frozen, before the gun fell to the ground with a muted thump.
"Daddy?" Miles murmured, the shot having woken him.
Gregory didn't answer at first. He was too busy staring at von Karma. The Demon God Prosecutor had missed. His ears were still ringing from the shot, and his neck was bleeding from where the bullet had grazed him.
"Daddy?!" Miles repeated, a note of panic entering his voice when he noticed his father was bleeding, and scrambled over to him.
"It's all right, Miles," Gregory said, hugging his son. "It's all right."
"You're bleeding," Miles said, all but clutching Gregory.
"I know. But I'll be fine," Gregory assured him.
Miles nodded, before looking over his shoulder at von Karma. "Will you help me get Daddy to the hospital? You should probably go too. You're bleeding too," Miles said, noticing the wet spot on von Karma's coat, the blood turning the normally blue fabric a dark purple.
Von Karma looked over at his shoulder. He knew he'd gotten shot, but it was still registering. "I'm fine."
"I think we could all do with a trip to the hospital," Gregory said, overriding the prosecutor. "Come on, let's go," he said, slowly getting to his feet.
For a brief moment, his eyes locked with von Karma's. The two of them were going to have a lot to talk about later on. But right now? Right now getting to the hospital was the number-one priority. The conversation, which would be necessary later on, would just have to wait.