Okay, here goes my first fan fic published in the AA fandom! Woo hoo! Standard disclaimer applies, I am super excited to be posting this, and I REALLY hope you enjoy!

"Absolutely not."

"This is completely absurd! You can't actually expect all four of us to share a room!"

"I'm sorry, sir, ma'am, but with the convention right next door, this hotel is booked! We can't make any other accommodations."

"Hey, Nick, maybe this won't be so bad! It could be fun, like a sleepover!"

"I'm not sure I'd want to have a sleepover with THESE two, Maya..."

For Phoenix Wright, it was a GREAT start to the 2018 California Legal Convention. He hadn't even checked into the hotel yet, and he was already having problems. Here's the story:

When Wright's bubbly assistant, Maya Fey, read that there was a "super huge lawyer-thingie in L.A.," she demanded that he take her there for the week. Phoenix, unable to say no to her, booked a room for the two of them in the Gatewater hotel next to the convention center. At least, he THOUGHT he had booked a room for the two of them. However, upon arriving at the front desk, he was informed that somehow, they had ended up with two additional roommates.

"This is illegal! You can't just force people to share rooms! Is this how the Gatewater treats its customers!?"

"Well, ma'am, if you don't want your room, then there's a waiting list a mile long, full of people who would love it. You know, all the hotels in the area are also full."

Now, if someone had asked Phoenix Wright if he would rather share a room with two strangers or two of his acquaintances, he would have replied that it would depend on who the people he knew were. If he had known that the latter option meant rooming with Miles Edgeworth and Franziska von Karma, he would have chosen the strangers in a heartbeat. Unfortunately for him, he was never given the choice.

The aforementioned pair of prosecutors were currently interrogating the poor hotel employee manning the front desk, attempting to change their situation, but to no avail. Eventually, they gave up and left, vowing to file complaints and charges against the hotel later. And thus the painful trek to the elevator began.

"Please excuse me, Wright," Edgeworth apologetically began as the four roommates tromped down the hallway, luggage in tow. "I have no personal objection to rooming with you and Ms. Fey, I would just prefer to be alone."

"I, on the other hand, do have a personal objection to rooming with you fools," a grumpy Franziska followed, "and you as well, Miles Edgeworth!"

Attempting to change the subject, Maya budded in, "What room are we in, anyways?"

"Three-twelve," Edgeworth replied, "and thank goodness for that. If I had to climb more than three flights of stairs with this suitcase..."

"Or you could just take the elevator like a man," Franziska smirked.

Wright scowled fiercely, suddenly serious. "You have absolutely no right to tease him about that, Von Karma!"

Edgeworth merely shook his head. "Wright, please. I don't need your defense, at least, not this time." With that, he flagged down a hotel employee, and confidently questioned, "Excuse me, where are the stairs?"

The worker blinked, before answering, "Oh, I'm sorry, sir, but the stairs are currently being repainted, and are out of use. However, the elevator is on your right."

The prosecutor suddenly paled. He clearing his throat softly, before calmly confirming, "WHAAAAAAT!?"

"Sorry, sir! It'll be fixed by next week."

"I won't be here next week!" he sputtered. "This has to be some sort of misunderstanding. Isn't it a fire hazard to not have stairs?"

"Um, that is, uh, somewhat true, yes, sir, but all I know is that they will be, uh painting the stairs until next week. 'Til then, there's nothing I can do," the employee squeaked, before scurrying away from the fuming prosecutor.

"That settles it," Edgeworth grunted, "I am definitely suing this place."

"No need to look so glum," Franziska chided, amused. Edgeworth already appeared nauseous. "Let's just get going, it'll be over before you know it."

With that, the four crammed into the elevator. As the door closed, the prosecutor gulped, and the sickeningly sweet elevator music began. Phoenix raised an eyebrow at the other man.

"Edgeworth, I swear, if you throw up on me-"

"I wasn't planning on it, Wright, thank you very much!"

"NICK! That's no way to treat your friend!"

The defense attorney sighed, "You're right, sorry, I'm just nervous. You know I can't afford another suit like this."

"Teasing the sick? How cruel of you, Phoenix Wright, you foolish fool!" Franziska sneered.

"Hypocrite!"

*CRACK*

Maya started aimlessly humming along with the elevator tune, a variation of Pachelbel's Canon that might has well have been Beethoven's Fifth. As the elevator jerked its way slowly up the rusty track, Edgeworth gripped the handrail tightly. Meanwhile, Phoenix Wright could only cross his arms. Yep. This trip had been a fantastic idea. He reminded himself never to say yes to Maya again, and prayed to any god up there that he make in through the week alive, rooming with a cold-hearted stoic, a whip-happy sadist, and a loveable glutton. Somehow, yet again, the attorney had gotten caught up in some seemingly impossible situation.

He just hoped that this one wouldn't end with a murder.

Well, that's chapter one! I hope you liked it. The other chapters will be a bit longer, I think, and I'll try to post about once a week. See you next chapter!