A/N: Hi guys! Next chapter! Enjoy!

Turnabout to Revenge

Chapter 6 – Phoenix Wright

February 5th, 11:58 PM

"Do you think they'll be awake?" Maya asked as we walked down the street. After a little bit of searching, we had found a restaurant Maya and Trucy desperately wanted to try, and I wanted nothing to do with.

Nasty Burger. Why would someone name their food place that? They raved about the food, but I only got myself a cup of soda. I decided I wasn't in the mood for food poisoning.

From there, we asked one of the workers at the counter where Fenton Works was. He was more than willing to tell us.

"I don't know. It is kind of late," I said. She nodded.

"True," she mused.

"What are we going to do in that case?" Trucy asked.

"Find a hotel, I guess," I said with a shrug.

"Hey, is that it?" Maya asked. I looked up at the large apartment building-like structure she was pointing at. On top was a UFO looking thing, and there was a large, neon sign that said 'Fenton Works'.

"I don't know. Maybe we should knock and ask," I said teasingly. Maya pouted at me, smacking my arm, and I laughed.

"Hey, there are lights on!" Trucy said excitedly before darting forward and knocking on the door. Maya and I stepped up onto the stoop behind her just as the door opened. Mrs. Fenton, just as I remembered her, stood in the door way.

"Mr. Wright? Maya?" she said, sounding surprise. I smiled weakly.

"Hey Mrs. Fenton. How have you been?" I asked. She smiled warmly, letting us in.

"Good. It's good to see you again! How long has it been? Two years?" she said. Maya nodded with a huge grin, hugging the older woman.

"Yep! I bet life has gotten busy for you, huh?" she asked, stepping back with a coy smile. Mrs. Fenton laughed at that.

"Like you wouldn't believe," she said, before finally noticing our bags.

"Our bus broke down," I explained.

"Oh. Where were you headed?" she asked.

"Pennsylvania," I said with a smiled. "To visit my family."

"And you didn't take a plane?" she asked, sounding surprised. Maya frowned with a huff, looking away, while Trucy giggled, patting her back. I smiled weakly.

"It's a… long story," I said. Mrs. Fenton nodded in understanding before looking at the three of us.

"Well, of course, you'll stay here, right? Trucy and Maya can take Jazz's room. She's away at college, and you can have the guest room, Mr. Wright," she said. I shook my head with a smile.

"Maya and I can take the guest room," I said, wrapping an arm around her. Maya, with a huge grin, held her left hand out for Mrs. Fenton to see. On the ring finger was the engagement ring, which I had saved up FOREVER for (thankfully Apollo and Athena were very understanding), and the thin, silver wedding band.

"Oh! Congratulations!" she said, hugging us both. I laughed.

"Oh, and Mrs. Fenton? You can just call me Phoenix," I said. She smiled with a nod.

"Then start calling me Maddie, and my husband Jack," she said, before starting slightly.

"Oh! Jack!" she yelled, turning to face the door leading to the kitchen. After a few minutes, the large man who reminded me way too much of a certain detective clad in an orange hazmat suit came out of the kitchen.

"What is it Maddie!? A ghost!?" he demanded, waving a silver and green gun around. I stepped in front of Maya and Trucy protectively, just in case he accidently shot it.

"Jack. Put down the gun and come say hi to our guests," Maddie said soothingly. He stopped, looking at his wife first, before lowering the gun and looking in our direction.

"Mr. Wright!" he boomed, crossing the room quickly and giving me a back breaking hug. Literally. I think I heard something crack.

"N-nice to see you too," I gasped once he finally let me go. I stumbled slightly as I tried to refill my lungs with air. Trucy grinned, catching my arm.

"What are you doing here?" Jack asked.

"Well, our bus broke down, and we remembered you telling us that we should come here if ever we're in Amity Park," Maya explained. I nodded to second her, finally getting my breath back and making sure nothing was broken.

"Oh. Well, you can stay here!" Jack said. Maddie laughed.

"We already discussed that, sweetie," she said.

"Oh," he said, sounding disheartened.

"So where's Danny?" Trucy asked.

"On patrol. He should be getting home soon though," Maddie said thoughtfully. I smiled warmly, remembering how scared Danny had been about his parents finding out his secret.

Seems he had nothing to worry about.

"Well, how about I take our things upstairs?" I said. Maddie smiled.

"Good idea. I'll show you where," she said. I picked up mine and Maya's bags, Trucy following with her own.

She showed us Jazz's room first, then the guest room. I put our bags down on the bed of the guest room, looking around.

"It's probably a little dusty in here. We haven't opened it up in a while," Maddie said, opening the window before going over to the closet, pulling down two thick, warm looking comforters and putting them on the bed next to our bags. I smiled warmly at her.

"Thanks. It's nice, and those blankets are much appreciated," I said. She smiled back.

"You're welcome."

We walked down the stairs, Trucy meeting us in the hall and following.

Just as we made it to the first floor landing, the door flew open. In the doorway stood a nineteen year old girl wearing black jeans, combat boots, and a thick leather jacket. There was something red on her hands that looked suspiciously like blood. On her head was a black motorcycle helmet, the kind with a visor.

"Sam!?" Maddie gasped, darting over. "What's wrong? Where's Danny!?" she demanded.

"I-I need help getting him in. He's on my bike, but he's really injured," she said. I stood.

"I'll help," I said. Sam turned to look at me, flipping her visor up and revealing purple eyes outlined in dark eyeliner.

"Mr. Wright?" she said, sounding confused. I shook my head.

"Let's just get Danny in first," I said, following her out to her bike.

Danny was draped over the back of the bike on his stomach, his black hair hiding his face. His red coat was darker in spots, and the smell of blood was coming off of him strongly. I went over, carefully pulling him off the bike. He groaned softly, but it was an involuntary reaction to the pain he must be in. He was fully unconscious.

"Grab his feet," I told Sam, who nodded, doing so. We carried him in, letting Maddie lead us into the kitchen and down the steps into a lab. She had us place him on a padded table, the kind you see in doctor's offices.

"What happened!?" she demanded of Sam as she carefully pulled off the red coat. Danny's shirt, a long sleeved white one with a red tee-shirt over it, didn't show any signs of damage, but there were darker splotches all over the torso area. His jeans had dark red splotches all over them too. I could also see the cuts and bruises on his face. None of them seemed major, though.

"He was caught in an explosion," Sam said as she helped Maddie pull Danny's shirt off. Danny let out another groan.

"What!?" Maddie gasped.

"We were dealing with a ghost, who had these butterflies that were on fire. We were at the bus port, and one of them got into the gas pumps," she explained.

"Is everyone okay?" I gasped. Sam nodded.

"I managed to evacuate everyone. Only Danny was caught in it," she said, looking down at the ghost boy in worry. I looked down at him as well, finding relief in the fact that none of the injuries seemed too bad. He was probably just feeling battered from the force of the explosion's shock wave.

Maddie lifted his arms carefully to look at them from all angles, and something caught my eye.

"What's that?" I asked, pointing to four puncture marks in his tricep. Rather than, blood, a dark, sickly green color seeped out of them. Maddie grabbed a cotton swab and got some of the liquid on it, carefully putting his arm back onto the table, and walking over to a machine. Sam, having removed her helmet to reveal her shoulder length black hair, grabbed the first aid kit and began working on the cuts on Danny's chest.

I walked over to Danny's other arm and carefully lifted it, finding the same marks in the same spot on this arm.

"It's on both of his arms," I told Maddie, who was staring at the screen she was working at. Her eyes grew wide, and she quickly turned to Sam.

"You didn't get hit with this, did you?" she demanded. Sam, confused, shook her head.

"No. I wasn't near the fighting, actually," she said. Maddie nodded, looking at Danny.

"Thank goodness he already has so much Ectoplasm in his system," she sighed.

"Why? What is it?" I asked, gently laying Danny's arm down again.

"It's an ecto-based poison. It weakens ghosts while it's in their system but… to humans, it's deadly."

"And to Danny?" I asked, remembering that he was half-ghost, half-human.

"Like I said, it's a good thing he has so much Ectoplasm. It's only effecting him like it would a ghost," she explained, coming back over to help Sam. I let out a small sigh of relief. I didn't really know Danny that well, but I had defended him in court, and when I defend someone in court who is innocent, I seemed to develop a bond with them.

Danny was no exception.

"I'll go let everyone upstairs know," I said, turning towards the steps.

"Alright. And thanks, Mr. Wright," Sam said. I smiled and nodded, heading up the steps.

A/N: So yeah. I tried to describe their new outfit choices (it has been quite a while since the show, after all), while not making it too over bearing. Since Sam is older and now drive a motorcycle now, I figured she traded in her skirt for a pair of black jeans. I'll try to draw pictures of them sometime soon so you all can see!

ONTO THE NEXT CHAPTER!