Based on a Phoenix Wright Kink Meme prompt: So, I was thinking of an AU where Phoenix and Miles' roles were switched. That is to say, Miles is the kind lawyer working as Mia's understudy (both sharing the same hope to find the truth behind the DL-6 incident) and Phoenix is the cold and ruthless prosecutor under von Karma's order.
Basically, what I'm asking for is to see some mentor/protégé relationship and cute fluff between Miles and Mia. It can be anything, really, I just want to see friendship and fluff between Mia and Miles. And it would be great if Miles was wearing glasses and a scarf, too! It would suit him so well.

One of the practical benefits of having a junior partner, Mia determined, was that she could step out to pick up lunch without wondering how many important calls would come in at the exact wrong time.

She returned from one such run to find her junior partner's cranberry suit jacket draped over the back of his chair, and the pile of un-filed reports Mia had put on his desk that morning down to half its former size. Under the as-yet-incomplete reports was the familiar manila folder wrapped around a growing stack of ammunition — their DL-6 folder. Some light reading for the end of the workday.

She found Miles Edgeworth himself at the washroom mirror again, adjusting the drape of his new scarf and frowning with concentration. Mia leaned against the door frame. At her movement, Miles glanced up over the horn rim of his glasses, his frown softening at the sight of her in the mirror.
"I'll get back to work momentarily," he apologised.
"It's fine, I don't think a five-minute break will hurt anything. Still getting used to the scarf?"
"Yes. It's bulkier than I'm used to…"
Compared to a bow tie, it certainly was. Mia considered the cream-coloured scarf around his neck, tucked through its own loop with the square ends stacked decoratively on his chest. It was surprising how a little soft texture set off his broad features and severe gaze. The fabric looked like cashmere and probably cost a sizable percentage of his paycheck, but Mia couldn't argue with good taste.
"I think it suits you," she told Miles. "You look like a professor."
He smirked. "Hmm. Maybe I'll intimidate the opposition by assigning them homework."
It was good to see him settling in: Miles had rigidly addressed her as ma'am for the first few weeks and a little snark was definitely an improvement. Mia went ahead and laughed. "Take any advantage you can get, Miles. Were there any calls while I was out?"
Silence. A more purposeful frown set in, still aimed at the folds of the scarf. Then, flatly, Miles said, "Yes."
"Oh? What happened?"

Instead of answering, he sighed and strode to his desk. The intake form he gave Mia had a dimly familiar name spelled out in Miles's tidy handwriting — above the murder charge.
Mia asked, "Is this the same Butz…?"
"It is." Miles folded his arms grimly, looking away at the floor. "I told him we would consider his case and contact him back before the end of the business day. He … asked for me to personally represent him."
"Oh," Mia automatically replied, "congratulations!"
With a shift of his mouth like it was full of lemons, Miles said nothing. Odd, for a young man who had adjusted his badge on his lapel with such reverence that it seemed like intruding on his privacy to watch.
Mia tipped her head. "You're not excited?"
"I'm … not looking forward to finding out how Butz got himself into this mess."
"You did say he's a handful…" She sat on the corner of Miles's desk, skimming the rest of the intake form. "But do you think he could have killed someone?"
Miles deliberated. "…No," he ventured. "Not intentionally, anyway."
"Then…?"
He still had an answer stuck in his throat, which worked above the knot of the scarf. Unquestioning belief was, it seemed, something Miles Edgeworth struggled with. They were going to work on that.
"The other issue," Miles added lowly, "is that Butz may still be in touch with Wright…"
"He might be," Mia carefully agreed.

Miles didn't ask this time, either, whether Mia herself had ever faced the undefeated Rogue Prosecutor, Phoenix Wright. He would probably ask eventually — and Mia still hadn't decided which selection of the truth to tell him. She couldn't think of that poor defendant boy in Miles's classroom trial without Prosecutor Wright's stricken face springing to mind, that cold facade shattering as a man died on the witness stand.

Whatever he was thinking about Wright behind his suddenly stormy eyes, Miles resolved the thought into tight-mouthed resignation. "Speculating about when I'll be able to speak with him," he muttered, "doesn't seem like an effective use of our time. My main concern is whether I should be considering taking an unrelated case. We have less than four months remaining until the statute of limitations is up…"

They did. DL-6 would be laid to rest forever at the end of December. They still didn't have any promising leads on Yogi, or on the missing bullet. And, tangled around all of it, they still had trails of dirty money to document before White could feasibly be dragged into a courtroom. Doubling Fey and Co.'s workforce — by hiring the one living person as intent on DL-6's untold story as Mia was — had seemed like a victory in itself but she and Miles still had mountains to move, one shovelful at a time.

"You don't have to take your own case yet," Mia told him. "There's no rush."
Miles was watching her, serious beyond his years. His bookkeeping and research were an asset to the firm — but what a waste it was for his razor mind to not take the defense stand.
Mia decided, "But… I do think there's such a thing as being too careful, Miles. Law is about knowing the rules and assembling your evidence, but it's also about knowing when to take a running leap. And the more experience you have as a lawyer, the farther you'll be able to leap."
He folded his arms, and tapped a contemplative finger. "Then, you think I should take Butz's case?"
Despite the fact that she was his employer, Mia's opinion wasn't really the important one here. "I think you're ready to defend someone. Do you think you're ready?"
That caught him off guard. And here it came: the look in his eyes like Miles had been waiting all his life to step into this role. That same steely, determined look that landed him the job, because Mia just knew he was going to strike fear into the hearts of evildoers and tear down lies to find the truth.

Then he glanced away — to his jacket, where his attorney badge caught sunlight. Thinking about the past, probably.
"I'm willing to defend Larry Butz in his hour of need," Miles concluded, "as long as I can count on your council, Mia."
There, she thought with a smile — that was better. "Of course, Miles. I wouldn't miss it."
Looking a little heartened, and accepting the intake form back, Miles said, "Very well. Then I'll just … call Mr. Butz back."
"You said he's talkative, right? Be ready to take lots of notes."
"Of course." Flicking one side of his bangs, Miles smirked. "One thing I'm sure of is that Larry will give me plenty to work with."

Mia leaned in as Miles dialed the number. This was going to be interesting.

Author's note: I wish I had the energy to rewrite the entire canon in this AU, but I don't. So this fic is a completed oneshot. I just needed Scarfworth to happen!