We open up, as usual, in the Sporking Theatre, where our Sporkers are having a heated discussion.Ema: No, Lana, don't you see? The x is a hug because it looks like two arms crossed, which is what you do when you hug someone. The o is the shape of the mouth when you're kissing someone.
Trucy: Sorry, detective,but I don't see it. The x clearly represents the lips when kissing far better than an o. And the o is clearly the arms rounded over the back of the person being hugged!
Lana: Not the way I'd have put it, but yes, I agree.
Edgeworth: Then pray tell, why is 'xo', in that respective order, known as
hugs and
kisses?Lana: That's being rather pedantic, Mr.Edgeworth.
Phoenix: *chugs down grape juice*
Apollo: (Why are they still arguing about this?)
Trucy: Hey, Polly! Come help us! We have to show them who's right!
Apollo: Hey! Don't drag me into this!
Suddenly, a bag of pills falls down from Ema's lab coat.Ema: Oops! *picks it up* Oh...it's this?
Phoenix: *finishes his sip of grape juice* What's that, Ema?
Ema: These? Oh...um, it's quite embarrassing, really. It's a bag of sleeping pills. I thought I'd left them back home.
Apollo: (Do I want to know what they're for?)
Trucy: Mm.
Lemme just...grab that... Interesting. MUNCH
Apollo: You got some popcorn, Trucy? (Was it just me, or did she pick something off the floor?)
Trucy: Yep, three bags. One for me, one for daddy, and one for you, Polly!
Apollo: Oh, really? Thanks. (Must've been my eyes.)
Speakers: AHEM. Guten tag! Is this thing working? Can all of you hear me?Trucy: Yeah, we can hear you, Mr. Management!
Apollo: ...! I don't think that's the usual management, Trucy.
Ema: Wait...could it be? ....MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
Lana: ?
Edgeworth: ...Prosecutor Gavin, was it?
Speakers: Ah yes, I see some of you have figured me out. Especially you, Herr Forehead. Yes, I am in fact, Prosecutor Klavier Gavin, otherwise known as the lead singer for the Gavinners. Gutten tach, everybody!Trucy: Oooh!
Apollo: (I knew it.)
Lana: Oh, so is that the glamourous flop you were talking about yesterday, Ema?
Ema: MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
Phoenix: Huh? What are you doing here?
Klavier: Well, that is an interesting question, Herr Wright. I shall let Herr Narrator explain it, ja?Oh! Me, sir? Very well. Ahem. As you know, the current management suffered from caffeine overdose halfway through yesterday's sporking and is currently having a large headache. So, he asked Prosecutor Gavin to substitute for him.Apollo: But why him?
I don't know, Pollykins. It's the management's wish, and I daren't inquire further.Apollo: Gah! (I forgot that the narrator had a crush on me!)
Klavier: Ooh, Herr Forehead. I didn't know you inspired such a frothing response among the fräulein masses. Anyway, I have been adequately informed on the Fanfiction and also your sporking of it. Sounds quite interesting to me.Edgeworth: It really isn't.
Klavier: Ach, you lack imagination, Herr Ruffles. Just think of it! Herr Forehead and the Fraülein detective having a baby together! Imagine the potential!Apollo: You say this as if that hasn't already happened.
Klavier: Oh, has it now? Anyway, Herr Ruffles-Edgeworth: Please don't call me that.
Klavier: As I was coming in here, I noticed a lovely girl with a key in her hair.Trucy: !
Ema: !
Edgeworth: ! What did you-
Klavier: And I contacted Herr Management about it. He seemed rather intrigued. So while you were waiting, I managed to subdue the little fräulein enough. And lo and behold! We did it! Agent Lang, you may come now.Suddenly, Agent Lang and one of his men come into the room, holding Kay Faraday, who is...handcuffed?!Trucy: K-Kay?
Edgeworth: Y-you...Agent Lang! What is going on right now?!
Lang: Why, hello, Mr. Prosecutor. Didn't expect to see you here. Apparently, your little friend over here is really wanted by the Management, so I'm just supposed to keep her here until he comes back.
Apollo: I thought he had a headache?
Lang: Well, as soon as the rockstar behind the speakers called him, he said he'd try to get better and come pick her up as soon as possible.
Klavier: Ja, indeed. The doctors say he's getting better, but just needs to stay about half an hour longer.Kay: Grr....lemme go, wolf-man!
Lang: Ha! Not on your life! Lang Zi says, "Leftovers must be salvaged, for even they can be useful."
Kay: I'm not a leftover, you-
Edgeworth: Prosecutor Gavin, why was Detective Skye not informed of this?
Klavier: Ah, that's simple. That's because the Fräulein Detective knows the girl, from what the management has told me, and he is afraid that he'll let her escape given the chance.Lana: You know this girl, Ema?
Ema: ...We've met. MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
Edgeworth: Nggh! *penalty* (I know for a fact Agent Lang won't let her escape. If only Ema could have...)
Phoenix: Ahem. Gavin. Can we start the fic already?
Klavier: Ah, of course, Herr Wright! Let us start the show, ja? Achtung, baby!Yes, sir. Roll it!*Agent Kang and Kay sit down at the edge of the seats,next to Trucy. One of his men is sitting right behind Kay,whose is handcuffed to her seat now. The key to the handcuffs is kept in Lang's pocket*
Edgeworth: (I should've known Agent Lang was involved in this theatre...why else were his men here all the time?)
Apollo: (This is going to be pretty bad for Kay. Trucy doesn't look too happy either.)
Trucy: ...
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It feels nice now I'm getting back into the swing of writing stories again! As always please leave a review as I like reading what others think of my work. Thanks!
Edgeworth: ...I see that there was a brief hiatus between chapters. Though I doubt that the author's writing has improved that much.
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Chapter 6:Six months: A winter's vengeance
Ema:Six months?!
Lana: I believe it was sixteen weeks earlier.
Edgeworth: So we've moved forward more than two months, then?
Phoenix: That's the biggest time skip yet.
Apollo: I don't see why you're all arguing. Less padding is a good thing in my book when it comes to this fic.
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Now Ema was huge – she was self conscious and Apollo loved to tease her about it. He was only playing of course, and she knew it too.
Trucy: Polly, it's rude to make fun of a lady!
Apollo: It wasn't m- Ow! (I think Ema snackoo'd me.)
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It was winter now, temperatures were plummeting and Ema was having difficulty finding clothes that would fit over her ever growing baby bump. She was feeling the effects of cold and pregnancy anyway.
"How are you feeling?" He knelt down beside the bed, a mug of warm milk in his hands.
"Tired…" Ema yawned, wrapping herself into the sheets more.
"You've been like this for a while…are you sure you're not sick or something?" Apollo whispered. She had been struggling to find the energy to even move and Apollo had noticed she had been a lot warmer as of late.
Kay: 'Over her ever growing baby bump'? *snort* What is this fic about anyway? You two getting babies?
Ema and Apollo: Yes.
Lang: I don't get it. Is this the kind of crap you have to sit through in this theatre, Mr.
Prosecutor?
Edgeworth: No. Usually, they're much worse.
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"…Think I should go to the doc?" She sneezed.
Apollo: Nah, you just have a high body temperature and find it hard to even move. No biggie.
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"Yeah, I don't want you or the babies getting hurt Em." She smiled to herself and lifted her weak arm and wrapped it around his neck. "Sleep well ok." He smiled, kissing her lips gently.
"Night Apollo." She whimpered.
Edgeworth: Not once, not twice, but thrice has the author forgotten to use a comma!
Phoenix: Also, I think they meant to write whispered, not whimpered.
Everyone: ....
Phoenix: What? I just thought I'd point that out.
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He left her to sleep in the warm bedroom before returning to the living room where a mug of cocoa awaited him.
"I hope you're ok…" He whispered to himself. "I know you're stubborn and all…I think you know you're sick but you don't want to admit it, do you?"
He didn't want to make her worry so he decided to clear his mind of his worry.
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Klavier: Herr Forehead, are you asking yourself whether you're sick or not?Trucy: Polly, you're supposed to care for Ema, not for yourself!
Kay: So to make your wife happy, you decided to make yourself happy instead? I don't think that's exactly how it works.
Edgeworth: Actually, they aren't married.
Kay: Wait, really?!
Phoenix: Don't tell the management we told you.
Apollo: ...I noticed you haven't said anything about the line breaks, Ema.
Ema: I decided that that would be extremely repetitive. MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
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He was asleep on the sofa when he heard her moaning.
Trucy: Oh no!
Lana: I see we have finally come to the big moment.
Apollo: Funny, this quick? I was under the impression we'd be sporking two chapters today.
Klavier: Nein, Herr Forehead. You'll be sporking three instead.Apollo: Oh, oka- wait, WHAAAAT?!
Edgeworth: NGHHH! *penalty* (Already my bar is halfway gone...)
Phoenix: Why, Gavin?! Why?!
Klavier: Don't blame me, Herr Wright. Management's orders.Ema: Dammit, fop. MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
Lang: I'm glad I don't have to stay all three chapters.
Trucy: (Why isn't anyone else concerned about Ema?!)
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"H-huh?" Apollo woke to the sound again. "E-Ema!" He panicked.
She was in a shivering slump on the bed.
"E-Ema! Ema wake up!" He cried.
"I-it h-hurts so bad!" She whimpered weakly.
"I'm calling the hospital."
-x-x-
Kay: That was fast.
Trucy: Woke up again?! Polly, you don't go back to sleep after hearing that!
Lana: And don't you think she'd have already woken up after moaning so loudly? What, did you think she had a bad dream?!
Phoenix: At least they used whimpered correctly.
Everyone: ...
Phoenix: What? Did I say something wrong?
Edgeworth: Don't worsen the effect, Wright.
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Her condition had worsened at the hospital, she was being hooked up to a series of machines to monitor her and her unborn children.
"W-what's happening to m-me?" She cried out.
"You have the flu, it's quite bad too." The nurse said calmly. "We're going to look after you and your babies."
Kay: Oh, so she isn't even going to give birth? It's just some dumb flu? Lame.
Edgeworth: Don't underestimate the power of flu, Kay.
Phoenix: (Oh, right. Edgeworth doesn't especially think of a spring breeze as refreshing, does he?)
Apollo: So that's why there's two more chapters, I guess.
Ema: Scientifically, it looks pretty bad for fic-me.
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"M-make it stop!" She sobbed. "P-please don't let anything bad happen to them!"
"We won't. We promise." The nurse assured.
She looked to Apollo, who was crying.
"Why are you crying?" She whimpered as the pain got less.
"I don't want anything bad to happen to you, or the babies…"
Trucy: Aw, cheer up, Polly! I'm sure she'll be fine.
Ema: I'll admit, the prospect of seeing you crying has made me a bit happier.
Apollo: (Why does everyone take pleasure in my suffering?!)
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"You're going to be the best dad ever." She felt weak as a machine was filtering her blood. She had developed a deadly strain of flu and it was all the hospital could do to ensure her and her children's survival. "I'm strong though…I'll pull through." She tried to force a smile.
"Yeah, yeah of course you will." Apollo smiled, brushing a lock of her brown hair from her eyes.
"Is Lana going to come?"
"Soon, I called her a while ago." He pressed a hand gingerly to her bump. "I hope they are ok."
Lang: This is quite interesting, Mr.Prosecutor. I wish I had some popcorn for this.
Trucy: Oh, you can have mine, Agent Lang! *gives him a few kernels of popcorn*
Lang: Heh. Thanks, little lady.
Apollo: (Is it me or did I see her put something into a kernel?)
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"They will be, they're our kids of course. Look at what we've been through…"
She coughed and cried as pain worsened.
"Good morning Miss Skye." Her doctor yawned. "I wasn't expecting to see you for a while, let alone at three in the morning but when I heard about your illness I rushed in."
The doctor was one she had become familiar with in the last two months as she frequented the hospital to have stress levels monitored. Just in case her stress pushed her blood pressure up. "This must be that lovely boyfriend of yours…"
Kay: Wait, they really aren't married?
Phoenix: *through gritted teeth* Don't say more on this, Kay.
Lana: So is this the same doctor from the first chapter?
Edgeworth: Yes, I think so. Even if it's worded rather confusingly.
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"Y-yeah…god this is really painful! How long do I have to keep going with this?"
"A while yet I'm afraid." She looked at Ema's chart. "According to this, you were supposed to have your scan this week…no?"
"Yeah…"
"Well, how about we take a look at them now, check your flu hasn't hurt the poor little things?"
"Will you check what that shape was too?" Apollo asked, suddenly remembering.
"Of course. We will give Ema here a couple of hours to get her strength up after her treatment first however."
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Trucy: Oh yeah! We never did find out what that shape was, did we?
Kay: I'm guessing it's another baby.
Apollo: Probably.
Lang: ...Yes...oh really...?
Edgeworth: ! (Agent Lang? Why..?)
Trucy: *whispers* Ssh, Uncle Edgeworth! Don't say a thing!
Edgeworth: Hmm?
Trucy: *continues to whisper* Actually, I was wondering...
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It turned out that was a lot easier said than done. Ema was sick of people fussing over her, rather than the unborn children in her womb. She hadn't meant to get sick but it seemed to her like everyone thought she was still more important than the two babies currently growing inside her. Except for Apollo, who hadn't slept in days as he continued to worry sick for his lover and their children.
"Feeling better?" He asked as he took a sip from the orange juice.
Apollo: (At this point, I'm just waiting for Trucy to tell me how unhealthy it is to stay awake for so lon- hey, wait a second!) Trucy!
Trucy: Mm! Huh?
Apollo: What were you murmuring to Mr.Edgeworth over there?!
Trucy: Oh, well, um....nothing!
Apollo: Are you sure?
Edgeworth: That, Mr.Justice, is none of your business.
Apollo: ?! Sorry, sir. (I could've sworn I saw them talking to each other.)
Trucy: ...You know, Polly, it isn't healthy to stay awake for so long.
Apollo: *sigh* Yeah, I had a feeling you might say that.
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"Yeah, much better than I have been." Ema laid back and continued to look at the ceiling. That was one painful ordeal, spending days having your blood filtered. Still, she had to admit she was feeling much healthier and her unborn babies were much more settled than they had been.
"You had me worried sick, you know that?"
"I know…I'm sorry. I know I'm stubborn and I should have gone to the doctors after those headaches came back." Ema looked at the window but turned back to Apollo has she felt his hands around her own.
"Yes you ARE stubborn but I love you for it. Just next time I'll say I told you so." Apollo smiled, resting his head gently against her stomach, listening for movement.
"Anything happening in there?" Ema smiled.
"You tell me, you can feel everything they do."
"They love hearing your voice, they do kickboxing inside me when you're not around."
"Aww, they love mommy too, just daddy's a little more special." He teased.
"Shut up!"
Phoenix: How...playful?
Trucy: Daddy, is this how parents talk to each other?
Phoenix: Um...I wouldn't exactly know.
Lana: Actually, that reminds me, Wright. Who's the mother?
Phoenix: Oh, um...she's adopted. Her parents are....both dead.
Apollo: ...? (My bracelet! It reacted!)
Phoenix: Um, so let's move on now.
Apollo: OBJ-
Phoenix: Overruled. *chugs grape juice*
Apollo: !?
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"Good morning Miss Skye, you seem much better today." The doctor smiled.
"Yes thanks." She nodded in response.
"I think we should take a look inside you to check the little troopers are doing ok from the flu recovery." Ema shuffled up the bed and lifted the cheap hospital pyjamas to reveal her swelling bump.
This time, there wasn't one, nor two…there were three!
Kay: Called it!
Ema: To be fair, it wasn't exactly hard to see coming.
Edgeworth: 'Yes thanks'? I hate repeating myself, but use your commas, author.
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"Stop giving me scans!" Ema protested. "They keep multiplying in there!"
Apollo: That's technically not multiplication, that's add- Ouch! (Snackoo'd again.)
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"This must have been the mysterious shape." The doctor giggled. "Well, looks like your boyfriend there needs to build another cot." Apollo smiled looking at the much bigger and better developed babies inside his girlfriend's womb.
Trucy: How did she know about the nursery?
Ema: Maybe we told them.
Edgeworth: Or she deduced that the babies wouldn't be sleeping on the same bed as their parents. Basic logic, really.
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"I can tell you what you will have if you'd like?"
"No thanks. We'd like to keep it a surprise." Ema was still recovering from the fact she was carrying triplets rather than twins, so Apollo spoke for her.
Kay: What, their genders? Not the biggest deal if you ask me. Maybe I'll go steal their genders when no one's looking.
Edgeworth: Kay, you can't steal genders.
Kay: How do you know? You've ever tried?
Apollo: (You know, by now, you'd think Agent Lang would've butted in. But he doesn't seem to be listening to what's going on now. Has the fic bored him to sleep already?)
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Once the doctor had left visitors flooded into the room.
Edgeworth: C-
Phoenix: Commas, yes. I know.
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"Three, geez Apollo, those little swimmers of yours know where to go. Don't they?" Klavier winked. Only to be met by a swift punch from the pregnant detective on the bed.
Klavier: Ach, and I finally appear in this fic, ja?Trucy: Actually, I think you had a cameo in the first chapter, sort of.
Klavier: Still, a bit disappointing that I've barely appeared, ja, fräulein? And I didn't even call Herr Forehead by his nickname!Ema: MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH not really MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
Apollo: How did she reach his from the bed? Was he that close to the bed?
Edgeworth: Well, if she was lying down, that is. I think it's safe to assume that she's sitting up at this point.
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"Very funny boss." She growled.
Ema: The fop's not my boss. He's just the prosecutor under whose supervision I am. My real boss is technically the chief of police.
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Thanks for reading. P.S. Question suggestions for 'When was your?' would be greatly appreciated. Please P.M. them to me or leave them in a review. Thank you!
Edgeworth: Oh, yes I do. When was your English class?
Phoenix: Edgeworth, they're asking SUGGESTIONS for questions. Anyway, who cares?! The first chapter is finally over!
Trucy: Hooray! Wait, why haven't the lights come on?
Klavier: Oh, no, fräulein. It won't be coming on. We're moving onto the next chapter now.Apollo: What?!
Lana: Why is that, exactly?
Klavier: Oh, I just got word from the management. He's about halfway here. So no more time wasting. Herr Narrator!Oh, um, yes sir!Trucy: Darn. I was hoping to get some more popcorn. Just in case...
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Chapter 7
Premature Birth
Phoenix: Premature birth? So this is going to be the part where the babies are born?
Apollo: So then, what's going to be the next chapter?
Kay: Well, isn't this fic called the Baby CHRONICLES?
Trucy: So there'll be one more chapter dedicated to their lives! Aw, how cute.
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She would be glad once her children were born now. Everything was ready for them, the room ready, some clothes purchased and house baby proofed.
"I wish they'd just come out now…" Ema whispered as she snuggled up beside her boyfriend.
"I know, I know." He soothed.
It was hard to imagine that five weeks ago, he was worried he was going to lose not only the three unborn children in Ema's womb but Ema herself.
Phoenix: Ah, yes. The classic tale of losing the mother along with the children.
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He made sure everyday to tell her how much she meant to him and how much she had changed his world every day since she was admitted into the hospital. She had changed his world in a way he thought wasn't even possible. When he was younger he had always said that he'd never learn how to love someone unconditionally – yet that was how he felt about Ema. Better still, she was carrying his children – three tiny lives whom he would adore – three tiny lives he could give a family, parents, something neither he nor Ema had.
Edgeworth: A family AND parents.
Apollo: How does the author know both me AND Ema are orphans?
Phoenix: Duh, from playing the g-
Klavier: Herr Wright, breaking the fourth wall is prohibited. So stay away from it, ja?Quote:
Ema wasn't as open with her emotions as Apollo. It had taken her a long time to tell him about what happened to her parents, and about growing up with Lana playing mum for her. She did this to prevent dredging up bad emotions. Yet she too made sure she told Apollo how much she loved him every day and every night before she slept, she made sure to wish her babies a goodnight too.
She sat with an old children's book she had been given by Lana when she was still little. It was a book called the Gruffalo, which Lana had bought back from a trip to England. Ema was reading it aloud, Apollo listening intently too, as she realised her and him talking (in this case reading) soothed the children.
Lana: Did I really play mother for you that much? *laughs*
Ema: Yes you did! *punches her playfully*
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"Sorry Apollo, I just need to go to the toilet." She felt the urge to go suddenly. In fact, in the next ten minutes she was up and down constantly.
"I'll call a hospital!" Apollo called into her as she cried out for him.
Apollo: Well, that escalated quickly.
Kay: 'Called into her'? Ew.
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She cried out as contractions started.
"Lana! Lana! It's Apollo! It's starting, what do I have to do to keep her calm until the ambulance gets here?" Apollo yelled into the cellphone.
"Tell her to keep breathing! Keep her calm and make sure she breathes deep breaths." Lana was much calmer than Apollo.
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Edgeworth: 'Breathes deep breaths' is redundant. A correct sentence would be 'Take deep breaths', or even 'Breathe deeply'.
Phoenix: All this talk about breathing has made me semantically satiated.
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"Where is she going?" Apollo asked alarmed as Ema was taken away.
"Sit down Apollo." The kindly doctor assured. "We're taking her to theatre, she needs a caesarean."
Klavier: Oh hoh! Really?Ema: Why are you so intrigued by this, fop?
Klavier: Oh, not about this. The management is almost here!Kay: Grr!
Trucy: ! *whispers sharply* Uncle Edgeworth!
Edgeworth: ! Erm...oh, yes. To a theatre? Watching films is not what one should be doing right now!
Phoenix: Edgeworth, we both know that's not the theatre they're talking about.
Edgeworth: OOH! NGGGH! *suddenly grimaces exaggeratedly, and then puts his hand on his head* And thus the....truth was lost...for all eternity.... *suddenly falls back down into his seat with his eyes closed*
Phoenix: ? That's not-
Trucy: Hey, Prosecutor Gavin! Uncle Edgeworth has fainted!
Klavier: What?! Oh dear, I better wake him up now. Hope you don't mind, Herr Ruffles.*electricity pulses through the seat Edgeworth is sitting in, but he doesn't seem to wake up*
Trucy: Again!
*the same thing happens, but he still doesn't wake up*
Trucy: Again!
*still nothing happens*
Trucy: Once more!
Wait, sir! You're not supposed to-*suddenly, the lights go out*
Ema: What the-?!
Apollo: I can't see a thing! Hey..! (Where's Trucy?! I can't seem to feel her!)
*suddenly a click is heard, followed by some hushed whispering and then some footsteps*
Phoenix: What's going on?!
Edgeworth: Nggh... (That was most painful..I shouldn't have agreed to that..)
*suddenly, the lights come back on again*
Lana: Oh, thank goodness.
Apollo: Trucy! You're here again!
Trucy: Of course I am, Polly. I never left, remember?
Apollo: ? Well, anyway- wait a minute! Kay!
W-WHAT?! Oh, ahem. Er, everyone's attention is directed to Kay- or, at least, where she was. She appears to have been long gone. Next to her seat is an unconscious Agent Lang, who's handcuffed to his seat. With the same handcuffs that were use for Kay! Behind the seat, his man appears to be utterly confused.Man: Shifu! Shifu! What happened to you?!
Edgeworth: Urgh...from the looks of it, he appears to be fast asleep. Most likely so,e sort of sleeping pill was forced into his system.
*everyone looks at Ema*
Ema: What? Don't look at me! I'm not even close to the guy! Besides, I've kept the bag in my lab coat this whole time! See? *she takes out the bag*
Apollo: Hm...
Klavier: W-what?! Where did...where did she go?! W-
???: Hey, Gavin.
Klavier: ! Ach. H-Herr Management! Good to see you ag-
???: Where's the girl?
Klavier: Oh, um...funny story, ha?
???: ...Do you know how far away the hospital is from this theatre?
Klavier: Y-yes, sir.
???: You do, then? Good. Then I expect you to tell me why I came all this way just to see one of the top Interpol agents handcuffed to the seat, unconscious, instead of Kay Faraday?
Klavier: No, sir. It's, a, um...it's a bit funny-
???: So are you saying you played a prank on me?
Klavier: N-no, sir. All I'm saying is- wait. Sir, why do you have a taser in your- AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHCCCCCXXCCCCHHHH!
???: ...Take him away.
Klavier: O-ooooh....
???: As for Agent Lang, take him home gently. He's clearly had a rough day, poor guy. Ahem. NARRATOR!Ah. Yes, sir![TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES]Speakers: Alright, we're back now.Trucy: ...Poor prosecutor Gavin.
Apollo: Guy didn't really deserve such a harsh punishment.
Ema: I don't even like the fop, but that was overkill!
Edgeworth: Nggh. My body hurts...
Speakers: Anyway, I've been briefed on where you are now and am up to date with you. Continue!Phoenix: Where were we again, anyway?
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"I want to be with her!" Apollo tried to push past.
"Come here." She took his wrist and led him into the room next door to the theatre. "As soon as those babies are born we'll bring them through here on the way to the care unit."
"T-thanks." Apollo whispered.
It seemed like forever, being sat there, twiddling his thumbs. Twenty minutes into the c-section there was a panic outside the door.
Phoenix: Oh, right. The babies are about to be born.
Trucy: Wait, why are they panicking?
Ema: Is fic-me about to die?
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"W-what's happening?" Apollo cried out.
"Something's gone wrong with Ema, look we'll make her better, I promise."
"The babies! Where are they? How are they?" He asked, heartbroken and afraid.
"They've been taken right to the unit. They're going to be ok, they just need a little help is all."
He cried.
Alone in that room, he cried.
He cried until the others came to comfort him. They masked their own fear for Ema and the babies to help him.
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Trucy: *pats Apollo's back* It'll be alright, Polly. Everyone will come out just fine.
Apollo: You're not my mom.
Phoenix: ...
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"I think she's coming to." The doctor smiled. Apollo rushed to his feet to see Ema. Trucy and Phoenix got up to follow him.
"No." Lana put her arm out to stop them. "Let them be alone for a while."
"But-!"
"Trucy…" Lana said sternly, the same way she spoke to her own children.
Phoenix: Neat, we're there too.
Edgeworth: I'm not, unsurprisingly.
Trucy: Aw, I wanna see them!
Ema: MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
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She was still out when Apollo came and sat down beside her. Without the three children in her stomach she certainly looked a lot slimmer than she had been before. He was still crying.
"I nearly lost you…" Apollo took her hand, certain that he wouldn't hurt her if he did.
"Mmm…" She blinked. "…'Pollo? I'm hungry…" She smiled.
Trucy: Aw, how sweet!
Ema: MUNCH MUNCH COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH What the?! 'I'm hungry'?!
Lana: I've got to say, despite all this fic's faults, they've nailed your character here, Ema.
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"Y-you're what?" Apollo smiled. "You've had your babies, I nearly lost you and…you're hungry!" Apollo laughed, still crying.
Ema: Exactly.
Kay: I gotta say, Ema, you've become a bit hungrier since the last time we met.
Ema: Yeah, I gue- KAY!
Edgeworth: ! What are you-
Speakers: YOU! Kay: I guess you should've listened to that rockstar guy, huh? Catch ya later, bozo! *winks at Trucy*
Speakers: What the-?! Come back here! And you, Ms.Wright!Trucy: M-me?
Speakers: I SAW HER WINK AT YOU! WHAT DO YOU KNOW?!Trucy: I-I-
Phoenix: I'll take responsibility for her, management.
Speakers: YOU- say what?Phoenix: I'm her guardian, after all. I'll take whatever punishment you wish.
Trucy: No, daddy! You shouldn't!
Speakers: Hoh hoh. Very well, then. I'll inform you of your punishment afterwards. Let us continue.Trucy: D-daddy...you shouldn't have..
Phoenix: ...
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"Where are the babies?" She tried to sit up but Apollo held her down.
"I think its best you stay lying down, and they're in the care unit." Apollo smiled. "Doc's looking after them." He smiled.
"But I want to see them!" She attempted to sit up once more, only to feel burning pain where the stitches from her caesarean were. "Owww!" She whined.
"The others are outside." Apollo smiled.
"Let them in!" Ema called.
"I'm proud of you." He kissed her as he let go of her hand to open the door.
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Edgeworth: That's the wrong it's.
Apollo: Those stitches look painful. So they cut open her stomach, I guess.
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"Apollo, Ema? We have something for you!" The doctor was one Apollo and Ema
Ema: What?
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had become familiar with over the last five weeks since Ema's illness. When she came in carrying two small children and a nurse behind her carrying the other they felt all the pain and anguish of Ema's pregnancy melt away.
Ema:Oh.
Apollo: That makes a bit more sense.
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Ema was handed two little boys, and Apollo a much smaller baby girl. He smiled as the girl's fragile hand reached out towards his face, and felt fresh tears – those of joy trailing along his cheeks. He looked to Ema who, much to his relief was crying too.
Trucy: Aw, they're so adorable!
Edgeworth: I see the placenta has been thoroughly wiped off of them.
Lana: ...Did you edit that bold 'and' in, Management?
Speakers: I was feeling bored, okay?Quote:
"If you don't mind however, I'd like to keep you guys in the hospital for a while, we want to check to see if Ema's sickness has affected them in anyway, and keep an eye on Ema herself too." She turned to the nurse. "Let's leave the new family be." The nurse nodded and left.
-x-x-
Ema: So..is this the end of this chapter?
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It wasn't that they minded the others fussing over the small babies as much as they did but Ema and Apollo felt very defensive of their new children, and all they wanted to do was spend time alone with them.
They may have decided on names before they were born, but the three perfect little lives before them didn't deserve the name's they'd picked – they deserved better, the best.
Ema: Oh, wait!
Edgeworth: 'Name's' doesn't need an apostrophe-
Phoenix: Quit being a spoilsport, Edgeworth. We're almost done!
Trucy: Hm. What do you suppose the babies would be called?
Apollo: I want one of the boys to be named 'Apollo Jr.'.
Ema: That's lazy. I'd name the girl Lana, and one of the boys Jake.
Lana: Why do I have a feeling that the author is going to go with some random names from somewhere?
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The little girl would be named Cadence.
The energetic of the two boys was called Aaron.
The quiet one would be named Xavier.
Lana: *sigh* I was right.
Ema: Did the management edit in the bold 'was' too?
Speakers: What can I say? I'm bored.Apollo: Aw, c'mon! The energetic one should've totally been called Apollo Junior!
Everyone: ...
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A/N – Hope this wasn't too bad, just to cover my backside a little here – I am a 16 year old with no younger siblings...
And the names are relevant later in the story…
Edgeworth: The author was 16 when they wrote this?
Ema: How old were they when they wrote Blackmail?
Speakers: Blackmail was finished about 4 months before they wrote the first chapter of this.Apollo: What?! They should not be writing stuff like Blackmail at their age!
Trucy: And they're younger than I am!
Anyway, um...that's the end of the second chapter, folks.Edgeworth: Oh, thank goodness. Only one chapter left.
Speakers: Wait a second. Didn't he tell you..?Edgeworth: Prosecutor Gavin? He told us we would be doing three chapters today.
Speakers: HA! Clever of him. Yes, we are doing three 'chapters'. Let's start the third, shall we? Haha!Quote:
Chapter 8
Notice
Apollo: ?
Ema: What's with the name?
Phoenix: Wait a second. Are you serious?
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Ok, so I've been a-thinking. And I have come to this decision, I feel this story stopped in a suitable enough place so I will mark it as complete and continue to focus my attention elsewhere.
If I get enough protests, or people just generally telling me it needs to be expanded, I will do so at a later date after I have moved some of my current projects out the way.
Please note, I also have a lot going on with taking care of my sick dad and exams and things, so I do have a lot less time to work on my projects than I would have done a year or so ago.
Please understand, although feel free to protest in a review etc. and I may change my mind.
Thank you kindly and I'm very sorry, EvilWaffleS
Everyone: ...
Trucy: Um, I hope your daddy gets better!
Lana: ...So this was the elusive third chapter of today?
Speakers: Yep. Hope you enjoyed sporking all of that! Haha!Edgeworth: Well, at least it's over.
Phoenix: I'll drink to that! *chugs grape juice*
Speakers: Oh, by the way, it isn't over. The author wrote two more chapters after this.Phoenix: *spits out grape juice* WHAT?!
Speakers: And this is your sporking punishment, Mr.Wright. You- and a few others- shall be coming back to tackle the last two chapters of this fic. When do you wish for this to happen?Phoenix: Oh, um...two years?
Speakers: Sure. See you then!The lights come on.Phoenix: What? Um, okay. Fine with me. Come on, Trucy, Apollo. We're going back to the office.
Trucy: I can't believe you got away, daddy!
Apollo: Actually, Trucy, how did you let Kay escape?
Trucy: Um...I plead the fifth on that. Can I do that?
Phoenix: Sure.
Apollo: (Darn. I was so close to finding out what happened.)
Ema: MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH. Well, I'm glad that's over. Come on sis, we gotta go home.
Lana: Sure. Remember next time to leave your sleeping pills behind. *laughs*
Edgeworth: *sigh* And it's all over. Finally. I can barely walk after being electrocuted so much.
And so our Sporkers leave the theatre, even if there are some unanswered questions. How did Trucy let Kay escape? Why did the management let Phoenix get two years until the next part? And does x stand for a hug or a kiss? Absolutely none of these questions will be answered in the next part, and will never be! See you next time!