The Turnabout's In The House

Summary: House breaks ethnic code (again), and turns to a certain defense attorney for help. Post AA:AJ. During Season 8.

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Chapter One: Ice Cream

It was a bright and sunny day in New Jersey, the Garden State. The sun was high in the brilliantly blue sky. Birds perched comfortably in the trees, chirping their tunes. Phoenix and Trucy Wright were on vacation, and were taking a walk to a nearby park. "Ya know, I wonder how Apollo's doing," Trucy thought aloud as they continued to meander on the sidewalk. They had left the greenhorn attorney back in California to make sure nothing would happen to the Wright Anything Agency. They had their doubts, though.

"Me, too," Phoenix agreed, pulling out his phone, "I'll give him a call." He was in his 'pianist' attire, dark jeans, leather sandals, and a grey t-shirt. The warm Jersey weather made him leave his sweatshirt and beanie in the hotel. Phoenix still had his pendant around his neck. His hair was some what spikey - not as much gel in it if he was dressed for work. It was only spikey around the top, most of it sticking out at odd angles.

"Tell him I said hi!" Trucy chirped cheerfully. She was in her stage coustume, the navy blue dress, soft blue, silk top hat and cape, and white boots. A slight breeze made her chocolate brown hair sway. It was cut at an angle and ironed straight, like it usually was.

He called his home. The phone rang a few times. Apollo picked up. "Wright Anything Agency, how may I help you?" Apollo answered, almost monotone.

"Hey, Apollo," Phoenix greeted, "How are things?"

"Fine. It's a little bit boring, though," Apollo admitted, "No one to show me any magic tricks."

"And speaking of magic, Trucy says hi," Phoenix passed on.

"Tell her I said hi, too," Apollo instructed. The TV was on, and Phoenix could here it through the phone. There were gun shots, and the sound of a helicopter roaring.

Phoenix lowered the phone slightly. "He says hi, too," Phoenix told her. A faint jingle of some sort could be heard in the background. "What are you watching? I sounds like something full of action."

"Not really," Apollo replied, "Just watching reruns of White Collar."

"That's good," Phoenix said, "We have to get going. We'll bring you back a souvenir."

"Thanks," Apollo said, "It better not be just a lousy T-shirt."

"I won't be," Phoenix promised, "Later."

"See ya'," Apollo said. Phoenix clicked the phone off just in time to see an ice cream truck pull up about a block away.

"Hey, Dad, can we go get some ice cream?" Trucy asked.

"Sure." Together, they walked towards the ice cream truck. Trucy got in line as a mother and son walked away with some red, white, and blue popsicles.

There were so many choices on the menu! After a moment's decision, she ordered two ice cream sandwiches.

"Sure thing," The driver said, coughing into her elbow. She shook it off, though. She handed them their ice cream, "That'll be to fi-" She was interrupted by the cough. This time, she coughed up blood in her elbow.

"Are you okay?" Phoenix questioned, reaching for his wallet.

"No," She gasped, "Call... a doctor." She collapsed just after she said it. Phoenix pulled his phone out of his pocket again, and called 911. He managed to get help.

Trucy, perceptive as ever, noticed, across the street, some kid coughing up blood, the same exact thing. The young boy's cough wasn't as bad, but it was similar to the driver's. He struggled to keep up with his mother. It turned out to be the mother and son who were in front of them in line.

"An ambulance should be there in a few minutes," The 911 operater declared, "There's one close to your area." Just then, an ambulance sped down the road, its sirens blaring and lights flashing. It screeched to a hault next to them. Some burly doctors jumped out of it. They rushed into the ice cream truck, and pulled her out of the ice cream truck. They loaded her onto a stretcher. People started gathering around, trying to figure out what's wrong.

"Get me 50 c.c.s epinepherine, stat!" The paramedics were yelling more doctor mumbo-jumbo at each other. The listened to her heartbeat through a stethoscope. They checked her vitals, which were increasing.

"Where are you taking her?" Trucy asked, jogging along side a paramedic.

"Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital," The medic answered hurriedly, closing the doors of the ambulance.

She stopped, and watched the ambulance race down the street. "Hey, Dad," Trucy asked, her head was down, "Can we go there? To that hospital? I want to show the kids Mr. Hat." She put her hand in her pocket, and her magical wooden puppet appeared. It snatched her hat, and placed it on its head. She looked up, and was smiling ear to ear.

"Well, hello," Trucy made Mr. Hat say, "I'm the amazing Mr. Hat."

"That seems like a good idea," Phoenix agreed, "but where is it?" Distant church bells rang, presenting one o'clock with a shower of calm music.

"Good point," Trucy said, putting away Mr. Hat, "Let me see your phone." Phoenix gave her his phone, and she tapped the buttons.

After a few moments of searching, she had an answer. "Here it is!" Trucy exclaimed, "156 Mary Sue Street! We could probably walk there!"

"Okay," Phoenix agreed, "Which way?"

"East," Trucy answered, "And I just realized something."

"What?" Phoenix asked. He cocked his head to the side like a puppy who's confused.

She looked at her now soggy ice cream. "We didn't pay."

Phoenix shrugged. "Don't worry about it," Phoenix replied, "We can pay her later." And with that, they walked towards Princeton-Plainsboro.

A/N I just made up the address.