Hello to all, and welcome to my newest fanfic, Tournabout Crossover! Forthose who have been reading my other stories, waiting for months for me to update...I lost interest? sweatdrop Anyway, this is the plot of Tournabout Crossover: Phoenix meets famous people from TV shows, video games, etc., and gets them a 'not guilty' verdict. This takes place a month or two after PW: JFA, and thus may have a spoiler or two in it. Now, as for who Mr. Wright will be proving innocent first...you'll find out..


"Mr. Wright...can you keep a secret?"

I was shocked at what I was hearing, even through the bad sound quality on my phone. Even so, that one phone call would change my career...forever. Melodramatic, I know, but true. After all, how many times in your life do you get to defend a superhero, of all things?

I'm not talking about defending anyone like a bodyguard would. Yes, I fight on a battlefield, but that battlefield is court. You see, I'm a defense attorney. The name is Phoenix Wright. Yes, that Phoenix Wright!

But, I'm getting ahead of myself. Not by very much, but still. I'll go back a few minutes in time and tell you the whole story...

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Turnabout Crossover

A Phoenix Wright Fanfic

By A Mere Servant of God

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"I'm sooo bored..." sighed Maya, my spirit-medium assistant.

"Well, get used to it," I said. "We haven't exactly had a huge number of calls since last case..."

"I know. That's why I'm bored."

"Sigh..." I sighed, slumping in my chair.

Maya and I were waiting at Wright (Me) and Co. (Maya and Pearls, and occasionally Mia) Law Offices. Ever since last trial, the Matt Engarde one, I've been getting a ton of publicity, and not just in my good ol' hometown either. But, considering I not only knew Matt was guilty (as sin), but even got him, my own client, declared guilty, the real guilty parties are...reluctant to come to me. And, apparently, the police are being more careful in their investigations, so few people are being falsely accused.

Well, that's super and all, but I'm approaching bankruptcy here.

I slumped even further in my chair. -Not to mention the fact that I've got three hungry mouths to feed, counting myself, plus the fact both the guys' celebration dinners are still on my tab...- I sighed, again. -Next thing you know, the phone is going to ring, and the new chief of police is going to tell me I've been accused of murder...-

The phone rang.

After Maya patted my sobbing shoulder, I composed myself best I could and answered the phone. "Hello, Wright and Co. Law Offices. This is Phoenix Wright speaking."

"Mr. Wright...can you keep a secret?"

And that's where we left off, with me startled, Maya lying on the sofa, kicking her legs, and a long silence.

"Erm...I...I suppose so..." I stuttered.

"That is not good enough. 'I suppose so' just doesn't cut it when it comes to keeping a secret identity that: a secret."

I gently set the phone down, took a few deep breaths, told Maya, calmed Maya down, and put my phone back up to my ear.

"Are...are you still there?" I asked.

"Yes," responded the voice at the other end of the line.

"Well...yeah. I can keep a secret."

"Good. Because this particular secret, plus your services as a defense attorney, are worth 2 million dollars in cash money."

I nearly fainted on the spot.

"Two mil...two million dollars?! Yeah, I can DEFINITELY keep a secret!!"

"Excellent. Now, have you ever heard of a certain ghost boy...Danny Phantom?"

-Actually, no,- I thought. -I get the feeling I should, though...-

I turned to Maya. "Hey, uh, you're more into superhero-y stuff than I am...who's Danny Phantom?"

"WHAT?!" shouted Maya so loudly my phone actually sparked. "You don't know Danny Phantom? Geeze, Nick, don't you watch the news?

-No,- I said inside my head, -I never liked news programs...they make me sad...- Out loud, I said "Just tell me about him!"

"Okay, basically he's a ghost," said Maya. "Most ghosts with strong enough motives to stay attached to Earth are bad guys, but this one actually fights the bad ghosts and puts 'em back in the ghost zone where they belong! He's really hunky, too..."

"And...this is all...real?"

"110 real, buster!" Maya shouted in response.

"Uh, huh..." I responded, starting to doubt the validity of this case. I put the phone back to my ear. "Yes, I've heard of him."

"That long pause," responded the voice, "Lets me know you really haven't."

"Heh...guess you caught me...so, could I have the details of the case?"

"I'll tell you when you get here. Go to the local airport and tell them that you're Phoenix Wright. There should be four round trip tickets, first class, under your name."

-Four tickets, huh?- I thought. -Well, I only need three...one for me, one for Maya, one for Pearls...heh, Pearls will be thrilled to fly up in the air...after she finishes asking me exactly how an air-puh-lane works...- "Go on..." I said, aloud.

"When you reach Amity Park airport, about an hour and a half from your current location, look for a sign that says 'Phantom's Defense' in large letters. Stand under it, and soon my associates and I will be there to escort you to your limo, from which you are to be taken to the finest hotel in town. We will explain the exact details of the case along the way. Got all that?

"Yeah," I said. "So...I guess I'll see you in an hour and a half, right?"

My only answer was the silence of a dead phone line.

I put the phone down. "Hey, Maya? We're going to Amity Park!"

The neighbors complained about the noise...

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"Attention please!" called the flight attendant from up in front. "We will be landing in about 3 minutes. May I ask that you turn off all electronic devices at this time?"

I switched off my laptop, leaning back and closing my eyes. I always closed my eyes when I did heavy thinking. I was defending a teenage ghost (or a hundred-year old ghost, for all I knew) whom I had just found out about a little under two hours ago, and just started researching on an hour ago. The fact that, dating back to the oldest headline, the first mention of this ghost kid (under the name 'Inviso-Bill...poor guy...) was about his attacking the mayor, well, that wasn't good. But the reports got better over time, eventually earning Mr. Phantom 83 of Amity Park's approval, and 54 of the world's.

And an entire website dedicated entirely to his butt. That was...disturbing.

But, back to my main point, which is: Phantom is generally seen as a good guy...or, he was, until yesterday, when favor in him suddenly dropped to a 4 average. Why? Because he was accused of murder, of course. And, typical of policemen (or 'policepeople', to use the politically correct term), they won't give any info to anyone, including the newspapers. I don't blame them...but it's still frustrating. How am I supposed to solve a murder with nothing to go on?

"...and please remain in your seats until the plane has come to a complete stop," finished the flight attendant, snapping me out of my reverie. I looked to my right, out the window, to see the landing strip a couple feet below the landing gear. I turned to my left to see Maya unbuckling her seat belt and getting up.

"Maya!" scolded Pearls, my other spirit medium assistant, and cute as a button...when she wasn't angry. "The nice flight at-in-dant lady said we should stay in our seats until-"

"Yeah, I know," said Maya, "But where's the fun in that? Besides, it's not like I'm going to..."

The plane hit a small bump as it landed, knocking Maya a few feet backwards into an empty seat behind her. Pearls and I both started laughing as Maya got up, a red mark on her forehead and a scowl on her face.

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I couldn't have missed that sign if I tried. "Phantom's Defense" might have well been playing over a loudspeaker in place of that blue sign with red letters...and the emblems...and the word 'Objection' in various places...and the fact it was 9 feet wide, and a banner instead of a sign...and...well, you get the idea.

"Uh..." was all I could say.

"Wow, Nick, we're famous!" said Maya.

-Goody for us...- I thought. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed three teenagers, one holding a metal briefcase, coming directly towards me. -No way...I'm not meeting...kids...am I?- I looked over at my assistants. -Then again, Maya and Pearls are my assistants, and they're just kids...and this Phantom superhero is a kid too...I think...who knows?-

The three teenagers stopped about three feet away from me. I stuck my hand out to the redhead carrying the briefcase, who seemed to be in charge. "Hello. I'm Phoenix Wright, and these," I said, gesturing to my companions "Are my assistants, Maya and Pearl Fey."

"Hey there!" said Maya, waving.

"Hello," said Pearls, giving a respectful bow.

"Charmed to meet you all," said the redhead, bowing back. I recognized her voice as that of the mysterious phone caller. "I'm Jasmine Fenton, (you can call me Jazz) and these are my friends," she continued, gesturing to her left, where a teenage boy, African-American, and a gothic-looking girl stood, "Sam Manson and Tucker Foley."

"Yo!" shouted Tucker.

"Hey," said Sam, simply.

"Well, now that we've all been introduced, how about we head to the limo?" said Jazz, turning and walking towards the front exit, along with Tucker and Sam. We were slightly confused by her sudden move from social to business, but followed her nonetheless. That is, until about halfway across the terminal.

"Nick..." said Maya, behind me. I turned around, and there she stood...glowing?

It was her magatama, and it was drawing attention. -It glows whenever there is a strong spiritual energy around,- I thought, even as Pearl's magatama lit up as well. I reached into my pocket and pulled out "my" magatama, which was really just an extra of Maya's. It was glowing, too. -And in a town legendary for ghost attacks...oh, great...-

As if in response to my thoughts, three green, many legged blobs burst from the floor, or maybe I should say through the floor. Their appearance was frightening, large mouth, red eyes, etc., but I managed to stay calm. Maya and Pearls, on the other hand...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Jazz pulled out a tube of some kind of metal with green metal on the ends out, and whipped it forward like...well, like it was a whip. It quickly turned out to actually be one, though, as a set of nine-ish whips came out of it. A small plastic rendition of some smiling guy's face was in the middle. Weird. The whip made contact with one of the ectoplasmic entities, and closed, bringing the other two in its grasp as well. Jazz brought the whip back, causing it to spark with electricity, then brought it down, slamming the ghosts on the floor, where they disappeared.

A crowd had gathered around us by that point, and was now applauding our own little red-headed warrior, who remained calm, pressing a button to reel the whip-like object in. She then shoved her way through a gap in the crowd, still headed towards the exit, and we followed.

"I hate crowds," was all she said as a chauffeur opened the door of a white (and surprisingly roomy) limo and we all got inside.

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"So," I asked, about ten minutes into the ride. It would have been sooner, but Pearls needed calming down, and after that she had a lot of questions. "Can I have the details of the case yet?"

"Not quite," was what Jazz said in response. "If those two could move about three steps backwards?" she asked, indicating Maya and Pearls. They did so, and immediately a wall of black glass separated them from me! Before I could object, Sam piped up.

"Completely soundproof glass. Nice, huh? Sorry to have kind of sprung you on that, but we need to keep this a secret, and little kids usually aren't good at keeping secrets."

"And Maya?" I asked, suspicious. -What if these "kids" are really some kind of ghosts or something?-

"Kid at heart," Jazz responded. Sadly, I had to agree. "You see, the infamous Danny Phantom...isn't really a ghost."

"Um...you're kidding, right?" I asked.

"Not at all," said Jazz. "It's a long story, and one I wasn't there to witness, so my friends could probably tell it better. Guys?"

"Well, you, see," began Tucker, "It goes like this: Jazz and her brother, Danny, have Amity Park's best ghost hunters as parents."

-Danny? Same name as the ghost kid...coincidence? Not the way the story is heading...- I thought.

Sam continued where Tucker left off. "One day, the Fentons built a ghost portal. This portal is capable of punching a hole between dimensions into a realm known as the Ghost Zone, where all spirits still tied to the Earth live. Well, Mr. And Mrs. Fenton booted it up, and..."

"Spark! Fizzle. Nothing," finished Tucker eloquently.

"But the next day, we, as in Tucker and I, came over for a visit," said Sam. "Danny showed us the ghost portal, and I persuaded him to go inside it. His hand bumped the 'ON' button ,which his parents had forgotten to press before they plugged it in, and..." With these words, she slid across to me a picture of Danny Phantom next to some kind of green...portal. It was all that needed to be said.

"I see..." I said, a little shaken.

"If you keep this all a secret, and manage to get my little brother a 'Not Guilty' verdict, you will get this..." said Jazz, setting the briefcase on the table and opening it. Inside was a large sum of money, which I assumed to be 2 million dollars. I was awestruck, as I had never seen a million dollars in my life, nevertheless two million, but then...a thought hit me.

"Where do three teenagers get two million dollars?" I asked.

"Same place we got the limo," responded Tucker.

"Hardy har har."

"In all seriousness, though," relented Tucker, "Sam here's the deli toothpick heiress."

"Seriously?" I asked.

"Yep," she said, rather unconcerned.

I leaned my head back and gave off what I hoped sounded like an evil chuckle. I looked back down at the kids, and, in my best Manfred von Karma voice, said: "You do realize that if I went to the press with this, I'd get a lot more than two million dollars, right?"

Their faces all went pale, their eyes wide. I had sufficiently scared them. "Of course," I said, going back to my normal voice, "I'm not going to go to the press. I'm too much of a good guy to do that. I'm just making sure you all realize that you have to be more careful who you tell this to. Got it?"

"Got it," they all said. Jazz closed the briefcase and pressed a button. The black-tinted glass between me and my assistants immediately disappeared...and I kind of wished it hadn't.

"That was mean!" shouted Maya, angrily. And when Maya shouts angrily, people get out of the way.

"Mean, but necessary," responded Jazz, matter of factly. "As for the details of the case...I don't know much. I do know, however, that the second richest household in town was struck by tragedy two nights ago when its owner, Ms. Shannon DeLear, was fatally wounded by a knife to the chest. The suspect is Danny Phantom, the town's resident hero, or former hero I should say, who happened to be fighting a few ghosts in the area of the murder.

"They're arresting him because he was there?!" shouted Maya.

"Like I said, I don't know a lot of details of the case," responded Jazz. "Apparently, the police have a large amount of evidence against Mr. Phantom, though."

"Wait, so no one in town knows exactly why the police arrested him, and everyone hates him?" I butted in.

Sam answered in Jazz's place. "This town is full of stupid, fickle people."

-Just like home...- I said inside my head, as the limo pulled to a stop.

"Why are we stopping here?" asked Pearls, looking out the window. "This doesn't look like a hole-tell..."

"I know," said Jazz. "I figured you would want to have a chat with the suspect. This is the police station."

"I see..." I said, opening the limo door without waiting for the chauffeur.

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"Wow..." remarked Maya. "I can't believe we had to go through three security checks before we came in here..."

'Here' was a cell room, like any other...except for the tubes of pulsating green energy on the walls. Those kind of stood out. After a few seconds of waiting in silence, a trapdoor in the floor opened, and a green light streamed out as a dome and some kind of tube of green liquid came out. The dome seemed to be made out of the green light that shone out of the hole, and as it faded, I could see a figure in a black and silver jumpsuit inside the green liquid. The figure lifted its head, and I could see the silver emblem on his chest, which looked like a silver D with a gap in it that created the illusion of a P inside the D. His hands had a heavy-looking steel bar around them, connecting them together. Around his mouth was an steel mask-like object with horizontal slits in it. Green energy glowed out through the slits.

"Danny Phantom, I presume? I'm Phoenix Wright, and-"

"COOL!" shouted Maya. "DANNY PHANTOM! OMIGOSH, I SO NEED YOUR AUTOGRAPH!"

"Uh..." responded Danny, "Well, I'd like to give you my autograph, but..." and he raised his hands up to chest level.

"Oh..." said Maya, looking embarrassed.

"So, you're Phoenix Wright, huh? I'm a big fan!" said Danny. "Man, if you're gonna defend me, I'm as good as free! Or, close, at least..."

-Wow. The kid's gotta lot of faith in me...- I thought. "So...mind if I ask you some questions about the crime?"

"Go ahead...although, I'm not sure how much help I can be..."

"Well...first off...what were you doing at the time of the crime?"

"I think I was fighting some ghosts," Danny responded

"You think?" I asked, getting...a little nervous, to say the least.

"The police aren't sure of the exact time of murder, therefore I'm not sure what I was doing when the crime happened."

"So you basically don't have an alibi?"

"Not a one."

I said some words in my head I won't repeat out loud.

"Mr. Nick, are you okay? You look really upset..." said Pearls, concernedly.

"I'm...fine..." I responded, trying to calm down. "Well, then...let's assume that the murder happened while you were fighting those ghosts. What did you do afterwards?"

"I went home and took a nap."

"Ghosts have homes?" asked Maya. "They take naps?"

"Yeah, just like everybody else," said Danny.

"Wow...I never thought much about ghost's lives off of Earth..." said Maya, looking reflective.

"People don't think much of ghosts at all..." said Danny, quietly, looking truly sad.

There was a short silence after that. "So...some people don't like you because you're a ghost?" I asked.

"That's not fair!" said Pearls, looking angry.

Danny tried to look like normal, but failed. "Yeah, but...it doesn't bother me or anything! I mean, why would I care about what other people think?"

Suddenly, everything around me but Danny disappeared. Nothing but blackness was all around us. A mass of chains appeared from nowhere, surrounding Danny, but not actually tying him up. Two locks appeared on the chains.

-Poor Danny...- I thought. -He really is suffering, deep down...I wish I had a way of helping him.-

Danny looked up. "So, um...you got any more questions for me?"

"Just two," I responded. "First one: How did you relate to one Shannon DeLear?"

"I met her a couple of times..." said Danny. "She was pretty, but not my type. I heard she was the second richest person in town...that's all I know."

"Hmm...Maya, Pearls? I'll need you two to leave for the second question, okay?"

"What?" shouted Maya.

"Okay!" said Pearls, running off. Maya huffed, then followed her.

I turned to Danny just in time to see his Psyche-Locks shatter. "Phew...now I can really talk to you...although I don't think that Danny Fenton or Danny Phantom can be of much use in this situation..."

"You're Danny Fenton?" I asked, pretending not to know about his secret.

"GAH!" he shouted.

"Relax, I'm kidding," I said.

"...if I weren't restrained..."

"Point taken," I cut him off. "Anyway, I need to ask...is there anything at all that Danny Fenton can tell me that Danny Phantom can't?"

"Just one thing," he responded. "My parents...they hunt ghosts..."

-That explains the Psyche Locks...- I thought.

"You see, they've invented something," said Danny. "It's a ghost tracker, but not like the Boooooo-merang..."

-Neo Olde Tokyo, Boooooo-merang...what dreadful misuse of English will be next?- I wondered. Before I could ask exactly what the Boooooo-merang was, Danny went on.

"You see, if this tracking device gets a hold of a particular ecto-energy signature, it can track it pretty much anywhere. So, my dad was tracking me last night...did I mention my dad doesn't know I have ghost powers?"

"No, but I gathered that."

"Cool...anyway, my dad happened to track me all the way to Ms. DeLear's home. He didn't actually step on the property, but the windows were so huge...he saw 'me' stab Ms. DeLear in the chest with some kind of weapon at about 9:00 PM, which is the same time I was fighting those ghosts...he wouldn't say anything more about that, except to 'Come to the trial and see for yourselves!' Of course Danny Fenton won't be at the trial, because he suddenly was called away to a three-day ghost-hunting training camp."

"Clever," I said.

"Thanks," responded Danny. "The officers showed up to arrest me yesterday, which I know was probably based on the eyewitness account of my dad. I turned myself over willingly, but even so, they didn't exactly believe in my good nature," Danny said as he indicated his wrists with his head.

"Hmm...okay, I think that'll be all," I said as I turned to leave.

"Wait," said Danny. I turned to face him. "In my room. There's a note I left...there isn't much on it, just some things you may need for the trial. It's under my rocket alarm clock."

-A superhero with a rocket alarm clock?- I thought. Outside my head, I said: "I see. Thank you for your time."

"Don't thank me. I've got plenty," he joked. I chuckled as I left the room.

Maya and Pearls, mainly Maya, were waiting there in ambush with the most deadly weapons of all...questions. Near the end of the flurry, I managed to make out, "What did he say?"

"He said some interesting things, but nothing important to the trial," I lied.

"Aww...you're just making up something so you won't have to tell me..."

As Pearls admonished Maya for being so nosy, I laughed inwardly. -You don't know the half of it,- I thought as I got into the limo.


And so there you go, the first part of the first case: Tournabout Phantom!...no, I didn't steal that name from a fanfic, I thought it up before the other fanfic was posted.

YOU HAVE NO PROOF!

Erm, anyways, be on the lookout for the next chappie soon...if I don't lose interest...