WARNING: SPOILERS for the beginning of Apollo Justice. xD And possibly more spoilers as we go on through the chapters.

I'm a little shy about posting this on the internet. Dx It's my first AJ fan fiction. I'm sorry if it's terrible. xD

What I submitted is only chapter one. There's a lot of German in it. (It's all translated at the bottom, if I forgot anything, I'll be happy to add it to the list. They're all rough translations, so stuff might not be right. xD Sorry.)

"Who could that be at this hour? Ugh! Where are my snackoos?!" The ornery brunette armed herself with her bag of chocolate snackoos and threw her front door open. Her annoyance quickly turned to anger. "Agh! Why are you here?" She was shouting, but he merely smiled. He was soaked from head to toe, and his blonde hair was out of it's usual braid.

"Fräulein Detektiv, may I come inside? I would usually never intrude on such a beautiful woman as you this late, but… circumstances beyond my co-"

"Agh!! Just get in here!!" Ema growled, stepping aside to let the blonde prosecutor in. "Okay, you glimmerous fop, you've got six seconds to explain why you're here- starting… now."

"Es tut mir leid, mein liebe, ich denke nicht und… ich fuß."

"Shut up, right now. You know I only understood three words of that, right? Ich, nicht and und."

"Sorry… I wasn't thinking and I walked here." Ema rolled her eyes as Klavier sat down at her kitchen table. He breathed a sigh.

"Why did you really show up at my door soaking wet at three am?"

"I wanted to see your beautiful face, ja?"

"Nein. Wrong answer, oh King of Fop-dom. The truth now." He shrugged. The science nut sighed. "You can sleep on the couch. But… not in that. You clothes are soaked and I don't need a soggy couch."

"…As much as I hate to ask, what am I going to sleep in, liebe?" Ema retreated to her room, then returned shortly with the manliest articles of clothing she could find.

"These." Klavier couldn't argue. He moved toward the bathroom silently and Ema couldn't help but wonder why he was out so late… or why… "You're not yourself." He looked up at her as he emerged from the bathroom, clad in her attire. The baggy sweat pants and the loose fitting shirt didn't seem to suit him as well as his soaking wet clothes had.

"I assure you, Fräulein, that I am quite myself, I am just sleepy."

"Sure." She chucked a pillow at him. "There. And here's a blanket. Just don't make any noise or wake me up." Klavier took his seat on the couch.

"Danke." Ema returned to her bedroom. "Gute nacht, Fräulein Detektiv." He did not lay down. He did not sleep. He allowed his mind to wander. His mind wandered to Kristoph... and he found himself feeling sick. So sick that suddenly, he found himself racing toward the bathroom. When his stomach settled, he stumbled back to the couch. His head was foggy and he was tired. It took him a little while, but he drifted off.

"Oh geez! I forgot you were here," Ema commented as she left her room in the morning. "Hey, Fop?" He didn't respond, he laid still. Sweat drenched the shirt that she'd lent him. His hair was frazzled and tangled about his moist face. "Hey," she said, tone louder, "wake up, fop, it's morning." Klavier did not move an inch. Ema reached down and placed her hand upon his arm. She shook him roughly. "Klavier! Wake up! You are one heavy sleeper…"

"Fräulein, I am awake…" he muttered, rubbing his eyes in slight annoyance.

"Couch uncomfortable? Did you lose some precious beauty sleep?" He gave her the tiniest hint of a blank stare. "Hey."

"Ach, nein, your accommodations were quite lovely… it's just that I was not feeling quite up to par last night. I… had to clean up your sink."

"…If I find one trace of fop-vomit, you will die," she growled. The detective turned on her heel and entered the bathroom. Spotless. He'd cleaned every inch of her bathroom. "You're still not yourself, you dumb fop."

"I'm not really all that 'glimmerous' anymore since the Gavinners disbanded, am I?" He queried, "I'm sorry about the bathroom, did I clean it okay?" She nodded, "Good to hear. I'm going to go change. Then I will be out of your hair, ja?"

"…ja." she replied, "Don't get the wrong idea or anything, but I want you to stay for breakfast." She could finally admit her worry when he said the words,

"Actually, Fräulein, I am not all that hungry and I could not impose on you any longer. I will have to decline." He entered the bathroom and changed, folding the borrowed clothes before depositing them into the bathroom hamper. "Danke for the use of your couch and your kind hospitality. I will see you at work." He exited.

"He didn't even want to stay for breakfast…?!" Ema exclaimed, watching him saunter away. "Why should I worry about him? That idiot is fine."

"So he didn't show up to work?" Ema grumbled, slamming her apartment door shut. And suddenly, she found herself tripping. Everything in her arms spilled to the floor as she fell. "Ow! What the hell could I have left there of all places?!" She cursed loudly, turning around to see what she had tripped over.

Klavier Gavin laid in a heap on her floor.

Ema's cursing became louder as she scrambled over to him. Even a foot in the side hadn't disturbed him from his sleep. How did he get in here? Was he dead?! Her hand shot over to his wrist. She let out a sigh of relief. A pulse. He had a pulse.

"What the hell?" she mused, noting his pulse's rapid pace. "H-hey! Klavier, wake up! You're on my floor!" She took him by the lapels of his jacket and shook him around. His eyes cracked open and a pathetic moan escaped his lips. "Oh my god. Your breath smells like p-… You threw up in my bathroom again, didn't you, you ass!" He shook his head.

"Nein, nein... someone's trashcan. Then I came back here and found a spare key under your rug. You forget your keys a lot, ja?"

"No! And I'm calling a doctor or something." She stood, only to have him grab on to her ankle. "What now?"

"Please, don't." She eyed him.

"No. I'm calling a doctor! It's time to figure out what's wrong with you and what the heck made you sick!" She munched her snackoos in frustration and reached for the phone.

"Stop it. I already know what's wrong." She placed the phone back on the cradle, knelt back down and stared expectantly. "I believe it's called," he began to speak in simple Borginian.

"And what is that?" She felt a tad relieved when a small smile crossed his face.

"A degenerative disease that I seemed to have picked up while I was in Borginia. Borginian Fever." Ema watched him carefully. "It's killed many in Borginia." Ema's relief faded away and suddenly, she was a little bit angry.

"Borginian… Fever…? Is it contagious?"

"Would I be here if it was? I would never want to get you sick. It can only pass from person to person…" He chose his words carefully, "through contact with bodily fluids. There have been reports of children getting it from their mothers and people getting it from their spouses."

"What did you do to get yourself sick like this?!" Ema was raging, and she didn't even know why. She couldn't be jealous. She just couldn't be! "What the hell did you do, you ass?! What the hell did you do in Borginia?! N-no. Who the hell did you do in Borginia?!" Klavier stared blankly up at her and stayed quiet. "You… you just couldn't resist, could you?"

"That's not what happened."

"Sounds more likely than mother to child!" Ema snapped, "I need some coffee and some Snackoos and you better not bother me." The blonde rocker pulled himself to his feet.

"It's not what you think." Ema saw his face grow grim. "If you wish to know the embarrassing truth, I shall tell you." He turned away, "I am a virgin!" Ema stared, unsure of what to say, "I don't know how I got this, as I haven't been in Borginia for a while." Ema kept staring.

"… How are you feeling right now?" That was the only thing she could think of to say.

"You want to know the symptoms, don't you?" Ema waited patiently for him to continue, but he merely rubbed his temples in annoyance. "I should probably go home, ja? I don't want to bother you and incur the wrath of the Snackoo Queen." He wobbled and swayed. Ema grabbed his wrist and pulled him back, surprised at how easy it was to pull him. "Fräulein… I will be quite alright on my own."

"But--"

"I'll be fine."

Ema knew that eventually, he would need to admit to himself that he would not be alright on his own. Especially not now that his only living relative was completely insane and behind bars.

"No." He glanced at her. "You're staying here until you're well again." She frowned, averting her eyes. "I'm not doing this because of any obligation, but damn. I can't let you walk out there. Just look how you ended up in my apartment. I mean, for god's sake I thought someone had been stupid enough to break in and kill you and leave you there."

"I've got a spare room… Lana used to live here, but she moved In with her fiancé, Jake, a long time ago, so-"

"You've been living alone und you're lonely." Ema twitched. That may have been true, but he didn't have to go and point out her crippling loneliness!

"I have science to keep me company!" she shouted, "The door is over there, why are you just standing there? Go."

"Uhm… there is ein problem with your logic, Fräulein. You are still holding my wrist, ja?" Ema threw Klavier's hand back at him with unintentional force. "Ach, das ist nicht so nett, Fräulein…"

"Ugh. Sorry," she muttered, reaching into her bag of snackoos. "Come with me," she grumbled between munches. She led him into an empty room, the bed was still made, still there waiting for someone to return to it. "Yes. Those sheets are clean, and yes, you can stay here."

"Should I pay rent?"

"Better believe it. My water bill is already through the roof and my electric bill is sky high too," she grumbled. "Tomorrow we'll get some stuff from your… whatever you live in."

"Why don't you move in with me?"

"Because then you'd be a fop in natural, glimmerous habitat and I'm not sure I could handle being your live-in nurse."

"Nein, Fräulein. I don't want a nurse and I certainly don't need you to take care of me out of pity." His tone had become slightly aggravated. "I think I should leave."

"God damn it! I told you to stay here. I won't be responsible for whatever happens to you and I won't have your stupid foppy death on my conscience!"

"Ach…" He retreated into the room and flopped over onto the bed.

"I'm sorry… I-I didn't mean it like that."

"Nein, nein… I just didn't think about what would happen to me… later on. The Fever has a ninety-seven percent kill rate. I mean, I'm going to die. Ich bin sehr erschrocken." Ema found herself getting angry again, she shoved her hand into her bag of snackoos and grasped one between her fingers. "Sorry, I know that you don't know Ger-"

A loud THONK.

"Stop talking so negatively! God!"

"Ach… you snackoo'd me." He looked bewildered, "My negativity... Does it make you angry?"

"Yes! So shut up, you dumbass! Get some sleep and get better. If you want dinner, just let me know." Klavier smiled and watched her walk toward the door, her lab coat billowing as she exited. She slammed the door and made her way into the kitchen.

"Thanks for worrying about me, Fräulein."

Es tut mir leid - I'm sorry.
Danke - Thank you
Ja - Yes
Nein - No
Mein liebe - My love
Gute nacht - Good night (Said when going to sleep.)

Sorry if I forgot anything.