By now, you all have probably realized that writing fanfiction is something that has slipped to the back burner. I wanted to finish this chapter – something I started over 2 years ago and got so roadblocked and frustrated that I could never bring myself to finish it. Now, I've finished this chapter…and I'm not too happy with it. But I wanted to give you all something as I promised it years ago. So…here's the latest installment of Ace Attorney characters and their awkward questions.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Ace Attorney series or any of its characters.

Lana was running late.

She sat in her economics lecture, continuously staring at the clock, which her professor seemed to be blatantly ignoring. Unlike other carefree college sophomores, Lana had to pick up her sister at 3, when school let out. After the class had already run over by twenty minutes, Lana excused herself, dashed out the door, and raced to her car.

By the time she'd gotten to Ema's elementary school, it was already 3:20. Hoping Ema wasn't freaking out, Lana raced into the front office.

Seven year old Ema was sitting in the front office, tears running down her face. When she saw Lana, she jumped off the broken chair and hugged her.

"Ema…I'm so sorry I'm late," Lana whispered, stroking her sister's hair. The little girl in a long white coat just sniffled.

"I…I got in trouble…" Ema sniffled, wiping her nose in Lana's jacket. "But I didn't do anything wrong…"

"What for?" Lana asked before Ema's tiny trembling hand handed her a note. Lana opened up the crumpled piece of paper reading the note from her teacher.

Dear Miss Skye,

I'm sorry to report that Ema was very disruptive in class today. She threw several hard snacks at another boy, and she was misbehaving. Please sign this and have Ema return it tomorrow.

Mrs. Peterson

"Ema…let's go," Lana said sternly, grabbing Ema by the hand and leading her to the car.

"But Lana!"

"Ema…I don't know what you were thinking, but I know that throwing things at other people is wrong, no matter what," Lana said in a hushed voice as Ema climbed into the car. "So…no TV tonight."

"Lana! You know that Bill Chan the Science Man is on tonight!" Ema whined.

"I don't want to hear it!" Lana exclaimed sharply. "If you break the rules, you get consequences!"

Ema folded her arms and sighed audibly, while glaring at her sister. Lana continued to drive home, ignoring Ema's constant noises of annoyance. When she pulled up to a stoplight, she turned around sympathetically.

"Ema…I want to hear it from you. What happened?"

Ema's demeanor instantly changed, and she began to cry in the back seat.

"Jimmy was…being mean to me…" Ema wailed. "He called me stupid…"

"Ema…you get help from a teacher when that happens. Why did he call you stupid?"

"I don't want to talk about it!"

Lana sighed as she continued to drive when the light changed to green.

"Ema…you know you can talk to me about anything, right? What happened?" Lana asked quietly. Ema bit her lip before mumbling something.

"Ema, what was that? I can't hear you!" Lana said as she pulled into their neighborhood.

"I want to know where babies come from!" Ema shouted.

Lana completely lost track of what she was doing as her car swerved into her own mailbox. She gasped before checking the back seat.

"Ema, are you okay?" Lana asked frantically. She turned around to see Ema giggling hysterically.

"Lana hit a mailbox! Lana hit a mailbox!" Ema giggled in a singsong voice. Lana sighed as she got out of the car. Ema jumped out of her car seat and followed her.

The mailbox had been knocked off of its post, but the car had no real damage. Lana sighed as she went to pick it up and put it back on its hinges. Ema kept laughing, and Lana was having a very difficult time trying to keep her temper under control.

"Wow Lana! Scientifically, the cause of this accident was a complete loss of driver concentration!" Ema continued.

"Ema…"

"Sis, you really shouldn't be driving like that. It's dangerous to my health…scientifically."

"That's enough Ema…"

"Now the mailbox is super crooked. Lana, why did you break it? Were you drinking alcohol? Because that would scientifically…"

"EMA!" Lana finally shouted, losing her temper, the mailbox still in her hand. "I broke it because you distracted me with your stupid question!"

Ema stopped, and the smile quickly faded from her face. Instantly regretting her choice of words, Lana hastily tried to change her tone.

"Ema...I didn't mean that..."

"Yes you did," Ema whispered quietly, tears welling in her eyes as she jumped out of the car.

"Ema…wait!" Lana pleaded. But Ema, surprisingly quick for a first grader, bolted into the house. Cursing, Lana tossed the mailbox aside and raced in after her.

Except the door was locked.

Lana ran to her car to get her keys…only to realize that Ema must have swiped them. Lana hurried back to the front door and began banging on it frantically.

"Ema! Open the door! Now!"

Ema didn't answer, but Lana could hear soft sniffling coming through the door.

"Ema…I'm sorry. I've never thought you were stupid," Lana began.

"If it's not a stupid question Lana…then just tell me!"

"Ema…let me in, and I'll tell you everything!" Lana shouted through the doorway, willing to do anything for her sister's forgiveness.

"Tell me where babies come from, and I'll let you in."

Lana looked around. Of course, the neighbors were out in full force. An old couple was walking hand in hand across the street. A middle aged woman just rounded the corner walking her dog. The Mason children were playing in the yard next door. Lana sighed, realizing she would probably get sued for what she was about to do.

"Ema…babies…"

"I can't hear you Lana!"

Lana coughed before raising her voice.

"Babies come from sex, okay?" Lana said, practically yelling. The kids next door had dropped their baseball and started looking intently while the middle aged woman began shaking her head with disgust.

"Well…what's that?"

"It's what adults do to have fun…together."

"Like Disney World? But…what is it scientifically?"

"No…it's…well…Daddies and Mommies do a little dance together where they show how much they love each other," Lana stammered, turning red faced as she heard the kids snickering next door. Lana buried her head in her arms, trying to find the words.

"Lana…scientifically!" Ema shrieked.

"Okay, I know…uh…" Lana racked her brain, before having a brilliant idea.

"Ema? You know about electricity, right?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay. Well, think of the daddy as the plug. And the mommy would be the wall socket. When the plug goes into the socket…you get electricity."

"So…when you plug daddy into mommy, you get a baby?" Ema asked innocently.

"Basically." Lana looked around. All of the neighbors seemed to be gone, except for the old couple across the street, who smiled and gave Lana a friendly wave. "Now let me in."

The door cracked open, and Lana rushed in before Ema could change her mind.

Ema was huddled by the door. She had been crying relentlessly, and she was holding a piece of paper in her hands.

Lana took the folded sheet and opened it.

There was a picture of a family…Lana's family, taken shortly before her parents died. Lana knelt down beside her crying sister.

"Ema…"

"Lana…read the back."

Lana obliged, and a lump welled into her throat as she read her mother's beautiful handwriting.

And baby makes five.

"Ema…where did you get this?" Lana whispered, wiping her own tears away from her face.

"It was in Daddy's treasure box…I grabbed it right after…the police told us," Ema said quietly.

"And this is why you've been obsessed with…?"

"I was hoping the baby would come anyway, even if Mommy and Daddy were gone."

"Ema…" Lana sighed, her heart breaking into a million pieces.

"But electricity doesn't come if there's no plug or socket, so…"

Lana hugged her sister, not bothering to hide her own tears.

"Lana…why are you crying?"

"Ema…you didn't have to carry this by yourself. I…"

"Lana?"

"You are so smart and beautiful, Ema. I would do anything to keep you safe. I hope you know that."

"I love you too, sis."

"Hey…do you still want to watch Bill Chan the Science Man?"

"But you said no TV?"

"Oh, you're getting no TV for a week for locking me out and throwing things at school," Lana said sternly, while Ema pouted. "But we can start that tomorrow. Tonight...let's just…be together, okay?"

I hope you all enjoyed. I have no clue if/when I'm going to write the next chapter. But, I am willing to bet that the next game might give me some inspiration to write something…