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Carry On My Wayward Turnabout
The greatest Phoenix Wright fic of all time.
"Maya," Phoenix said, folding his hands in his lap and looking at his partner through the familiar glass of the Detention Center visiting room, "we've talked about this."
"I know," she sighed in response, but you know how it is, Nick! If I see a dead body I can't help but be near it when police arrive. And... and you can't blame me if murdered people keep writing my name in their own blood!" she looked to the side and sniffled, "maybe thinking about such a kind, non-murderous person gives them comfort in their final moments... I... I don't ask them to do it."
"I know, Maya, he... chin up, don't cry." He gave her a smile as she did her best to comply, "We got you out of messes like this the first seven times, and I don't look to fail you on the eighth."
"Thanks, Nick," she said, clapping her hands and genuinely smiling, "where would I be without you?"
(Death Row, most likely...) he thought to himself.
Somewhere, across the country, Sam Winchester woke up from a nightmare hissing in pain and clutching his head like a giant pansy.
"Sam! Sammy!" his brother cried in a gruffly heterosexual way, "what's wrong?"
"I... I don't know it was some... some kind of..."
"Some kind of vision," his brother finishes in a gruffy heterosexual way. "You know there's no such thing," he stated in a gruffly heterosexual way, despite this very notion having been soundly dissproven in the previos episode.
"This wasn't like the others," Sam said in a slightly less gruff and certainly less heterosexual manner, "some kind of spirits... it goes into little girls and they... they change."
"Change? Change how?" Dean slapped him across the face for emphasis, "Damn it Sammy, you're not making any sense!"
"Ow! What part of that didn't make sense!?"
Dean pondered this for a moment, "OK I guess it did make sense, but you were still being pretty vague. How do they change."
"You know... they change. Like... that special part of a girl's life change."
Dean pondered this for another momemnt. Dean Winchest has a lot of deep thoughts, you guys. "So it's a puberty demon."
"Uh... yeah. I guess."
"Pack your bags," he said, picking up their constantly packed bags, "we need to get on this thing now."
The greatest Phoenix Wright fic of all time.
"Maya," Phoenix said, folding his hands in his lap and looking at his partner through the familiar glass of the Detention Center visiting room, "we've talked about this."
"I know," she sighed in response, but you know how it is, Nick! If I see a dead body I can't help but be near it when police arrive. And... and you can't blame me if murdered people keep writing my name in their own blood!" she looked to the side and sniffled, "maybe thinking about such a kind, non-murderous person gives them comfort in their final moments... I... I don't ask them to do it."
"I know, Maya, he... chin up, don't cry." He gave her a smile as she did her best to comply, "We got you out of messes like this the first seven times, and I don't look to fail you on the eighth."
"Thanks, Nick," she said, clapping her hands and genuinely smiling, "where would I be without you?"
(Death Row, most likely...) he thought to himself.
Somewhere, across the country, Sam Winchester woke up from a nightmare hissing in pain and clutching his head like a giant pansy.
"Sam! Sammy!" his brother cried in a gruffly heterosexual way, "what's wrong?"
"I... I don't know it was some... some kind of..."
"Some kind of vision," his brother finishes in a gruffy heterosexual way. "You know there's no such thing," he stated in a gruffly heterosexual way, despite this very notion having been soundly dissproven in the previos episode.
"This wasn't like the others," Sam said in a slightly less gruff and certainly less heterosexual manner, "some kind of spirits... it goes into little girls and they... they change."
"Change? Change how?" Dean slapped him across the face for emphasis, "Damn it Sammy, you're not making any sense!"
"Ow! What part of that didn't make sense!?"
Dean pondered this for a moment, "OK I guess it did make sense, but you were still being pretty vague. How do they change."
"You know... they change. Like... that special part of a girl's life change."
Dean pondered this for another momemnt. Dean Winchest has a lot of deep thoughts, you guys. "So it's a puberty demon."
"Uh... yeah. I guess."
"Pack your bags," he said, picking up their constantly packed bags, "we need to get on this thing now."