Title: Happy Birthday, Phoenix Wright.
Pairings: None, although possible implied P/E towards the end
Rating: PG, flufftastic
Warning: Nick isn't loved by his family or the electricity company. And Gumshoe is an embarassing drunk.
Author's note: I'm mid-way through another fic but have come to a writer's block, so I thought I'd write this short three-parter of birthday fluff, and then return to our regularly scheduled hot attorneyslash action.
Part OnePhoenix rolled over and attempted to open both eyes at once. The right eye was responding but the left eye seemed to be out of sync with signals from his brain. With a concerted effort he blinked and focussed on the alarm clock in front of him.
14.07
He grunted slightly and put his head back face down on the pillow. Then
"Whu.."
This time his head jolted up, as if responding to his own voice.
"2 in the afternoon? I slept till 2 ..."
He shook his head wondering why Maya hadn't roused him, at least in time for lunch.
"Maya!" he called, pulling on a baggy sweatshirt and heading into the living room. "MAYA!"
No answer.
He wandered into the kitchen, to find a note taped to the breakfast bar.
'Nick
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Pearly and I thought you deserved a lie-in.
We have gone out shopping. Back at 2.30.
DON'T EAT THE CAKE!
Maya'