CHAPTER 1 PART 1

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'd like to thank 6GunSally for all the help she provided me with while I started writing this story. Thank you. Anyways, this WWII AU is going to be in a Phoenix/Apollo/Edgeworth format, with one cycle of the format making a whole chapter, but posted in different intervals. Enjoy!

-ghostfacekiller39

Phoenix woke up to the smell of a bad breakfast; it wasn't like breakfast back home. He looked over at his roomate for this war; Larry lay on his back, snoring, with a nudie magazine covering most of his face. I really drew the short end of the stick when we picked who we had to bunk with...

He saw Lt. Edgeworth sitting on a hay bale in front a large pot Pvt. Armstrong used to cook in; Private Armstrong was inept in battle, but he owned a restuarant back in the states, so they often just used him as a cook. Wait...is it safe to have an open flame in a barn? Phoenix got up and stood beside Pvt. Lang, who was smoking a cigarette. Phoenix couldn't bite his tongue any longer. "...is it safe to be cooking on an open flame and smoking inside of a wooden barn?" Lang just replied with a "Shut up, spikey."

Armstrong spoke up; "You're going to have to excuse mi amour, monsiuer. He iz just a tad bit...how should I say zis...lunatique in ze morning, no?" Lang gnashed his wolf-like teeth out; "Shut up, Armstrong."

Armstrong excitedly started wiggling, ignoring Lang's statement. "His touch in ze night, though! It makez me feel like ze little girl again, oh la la!" Lang stood up hurredly. "Armstrong! I..I...why are you lying to everyone like that!?"

The large chef just started picking at a rose he carried around with him. "Oh no no, mi amour! I speak ze truth! You're touch, it iz heavenly, non?" Lang threw his hands in the air in front of him in a sweat. Phoenix and Edgeworth had been looking at each other, stifling back laughter at Lang's attempt to cover up what the entire unit was already aware of.

Lang stood up in a sweat and shouted; "WHAT!? Why are you two looking at each other like that!?" Before they could answer, Apollo, Gumshoe, and Larry had walked out of their lofts in the barn, completing the unit; Larry spoke up with his usual whining; "Man, I joined the military for the tail I thought I'd get! And now what? I just get surrounded by men."

Edgeworth, the squad leader, spoke up for the first time all morning; "Larry...shut up." Larry broke out in a cold sweat; before he could respond, Armstrong began passing out the squad's breakfast that morning; Phoenix couldn't tell what it was, but he knew it wasn't what you'd find at a 5-star restuarant. Out of a desparate hunger, he became shoving food into his mouth; a pit the size of the barn they were sleeping in had grown in his stomach since the last time they ate.

Once everyone was done with their breakfast, Phoenix stepped outside the barn; they weren't very busy at the moment; he looked over at the large farmhouse where Commander Gant, Intelligence Officer Armando and that mysterious woman who they were always with were staying. It must be so much more comfortable in there. THUD! Justice.

Private Justice probably "fell" off of the barn's loft; Phoenix could see right through what he was actually doing though. He's probably got a scar or a cut that needs to be doctored...I wish Pvt. Armstrong was the nurse.. Apollo probably wouldn't get hurt so much then. He saw Apollo walking outside with a bit of a limp and blood on his pants; "O-Oh, hey, Wright. I fell off the loft of the barn..." Wright just smirked; "I figured as much..." Apollo just scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Yeahhhhh..." He walked around to the western side of the barn; Wright heard him talking to Edgeworth "Lietunant, I got hurt...I'm going to go get bandaged up."

"That's fine, Justice. Just get back here ASAP."

"O-Ok."

He watched Justice limp off to the nurses' tent before he made his way back into the barn with the rest of his unit, bar Edgeworth.

He walked back into the barn to find Butz, Gumshoe, Lang and Armstrong all seated on 3 hay bales (Lang and Armstrong were sharing one) around a crate, playing a game of cards.

Gumshoe spoke up; "Go fish."

Lang let out an irritated sigh. "Gumshoe, you don't say 'Go Fish' in 21. And you don't hold your cards in your hands, either."

Gumshoe's eyes began absent-mindedly darting around the barn; "What kind of game is this, pal?" He may have been a Sergeant, but he hardly even knew it; he was just another Private in his and everyone else's eyes.

Lang spoke up, always ready to argue; he'd argue about the sum of 2 and 2 with a 1st grader if given the opportunity; "Gumshoe, just move over and let Wright over there take your spot."

Gumshoe had a puppy dog look in his eyes. "Pal, you don't have to be so mean...you could learn a lot about friendliness from your boyfriend." Wright let out a chuckle as he made his way over to Gumshoe's hay bale and took a seat beside him. "

Lang threw his arm up in the air once more, clearly starting to sweat; "Aaiiiyyee! He's not my boyfriend!"

Gumshoe, Butz, Wright, and even Armstrong just laughed at him. Phoenix spoke up; "Just deal me in, Wolfy."

Lang threw Wright 2 cards as he mumbled under his breath in embarrassment.