Shockwaves: A Suite Life/Waverly Place Crossover

Part 1:

There was a sandwich shop closed for the night…along a busy traffic jammed city street. But, sometimes, things aren't fully what others blindly believe to be. For around this shop in Waverly Place was a deep secret. That's right…the Russo family of wizards. Unfortunately, supernatural capabilities often lead to bigger problems…yet deeper and stronger relationships. Ironically, there's one problem that had never been fully solved…Alex's future. She had really done it this time. Alex muttered to herself, "now what do I do?(!)"

She was in her cold room, sitting on her bed desperately trying to think of something. She had tried to magically alter Justin's grades with her own through messing with time. But, when Justin figured out what happened with his memory slowly returning from an impossible time paradox at near collapse and restored time, Alex was busted big time. This time, Alex's wand was taken away for a time...until tomorrow when Alex would start catching up on work in a pocket bubble of time itself and stay there until it was finished. This would be with only transporting food and facilities for company.

Her more upset and getting stricter than usual parents insisted, "this time, you'll learn responsibility…no matter how long it takes." Alex couldn't sleep. Her freedom was being slowly stripped away. At least, that's what it felt like.

Alex thought grimly, "by the time I finish, I'll be as boring and lonely as Justin…friendless and doomed to a desk job." This was when she was first sent to her room, but the feeling still lingered. Now though, an equally unsure and yet tempting thought emerged from her brain and into her consciousness. Alex concluded bitterly, "if I can't keep my life here, I might as well run away and start anew." She looked around the room for a way out. Alex realized close to tears, "darn it! They locked the door this time." She started thinking back to Harper, her other friends at school, and most of all her siblings. She shook the feeling of regret away, overcome by fear and a resurfacing carefree impulse. Alex then realized with mixed relief there was one trick up her sleeve that they didn't take away…her nagging report card and her small makeup kit.

She hoped, "this better work." She wrapped the little paper around her nail file…with a little wedged lipstick container and some sprayed sticky hairspray for enough solid support to turn these simple items into the exact shape as the keyhole. The backwards brush was on top and the nail file was given enough structure from the reformed paper…all to fit in place. Alex slid the contraption into the lock and carefully turned it after the spray dried a short while later. She cautiously listened for footsteps as she snuck through the open door. Alex whispered to herself, "all clear." She placed the lock picker into her jean pockets and made her way down the stairs to the Loft. Alex heard someone coming. Alex thought, "who in their right mind would get up this late?(!)" She quickly crouched down under the railing to blend in with the darkness of turned off lights.

Alex sighed with relief. It was really only wind coming from nearby windows. She wondered, "now, where's my wand?" Alex saw to her amazement the wand on the kitchen counter. She cautiously turned on some of the lights over the counter. Alex commented in mischievous delight, "I guess they didn't suspect I'd get this far. Strictness is overrated." She turned off the lights again and picked up the wand. Alex whispered, "Edgebono Utoostis." The wand itself duplicated. She placed the copy back onto the counter. Alex figured, "that should buy me some time." She then cast Threemetris Movetris on herself. Alex appeared on the busy street. She ran past the ignorant crowds of people on the sidewalk and kept going.

Alex chuckled at her escape. She used her lock picker to get into a closed Manhattan library. Alex assumed with another chuckle, "it's not like anyone will intrude." She spell rhymed with a wave of her wand, "tips and ends be gone, one ton of fun is my next stop." She vanished from her past…and into a nearly improbable possible future.

The Next Day…

A huge hotel overlooking another crowded city stood out in the bright sky. As usual, this hotel was crowded with the populace. Regrettably, it's of angry protestors. London Tipton called out from outside, "don't you know who I am? Let me through!" She struggled her way past greedy reporters and rebellious citizens.

A familiar voice suggested from behind, "umm, London…A little help?"

London replied in shock, "Mr. Moseby?(!) What are you doing outside?" Mr. Moseby the manager was being mobbed by part of the crowd.

He insisted, "London!"

London sighed. She pulled Mr. Moseby out of the mob's clutches, nearly pulling his arm out from her strength. They dove into the hotel, the revolving door launching them onto the lobby's covered floor with a thud. Mr. Moseby struggled back up by leaning on some luggage. London just pushed herself up. London wondered in more confusion than usual, "Mr. Moseby, what's going on?"

Mr. Moseby showed London a shocking newspaper with a bold headline that said "International Business Flip". London obliviously guessed, "a new reality show?"

Mr. Moseby muttered, trying to keep his voice down, "no London…do you notice anything out of place here?" London looked around to see the Tipton Hotel transformed from the inside out. The color scheme was darker with more varied colors, the lobby was partly a restaurant, and the check in counter was transformed into the shape of a hoop. But, what really caught her eye was the billboard name of the hotel labeled as the Aim Hotel instead of the usual Tipton sign.

London gasped. She wondered in horror, "does this mean I'm poor?"

Mr. Moseby went on, "it's worse than that. Somehow, all business managements' officials got replaced by the lowest management related people…and everyone in those categories beside the populace still have their memories."

London checked, "so, I'm poor?(!)"

Mr. Moseby groaned. He suggested, "perhaps Maddie can explain it."

London responded with partial relief, "good idea. Except…where is she?"

Maddie replied from the check in desk in frustration, "over here, London." London walked up to her with mixed feelings.

She wondered in astonishment, "oh my gosh, Maddie! How can you afford those clothes?" Maddie was wearing expensive clothes with sewn in jewelry and bright green/blue colors. The desk had red and black stripes, a little sliding door in the back, a rotatable chair, and built in computer screens with touch and click surfaces along with card readers.

Maddie asked in rebuttal, "you don't watch the news, do you?"

London pointed out, "other than myself?"

Maddie groaned. She went on, "well, it should concern you too. All of the people that should be celebrities are being viewed as criminals for stealing expensive belongings, while the people that shouldn't be are in charge on celebrity lists…but there's no official records about any thefts, and so there's been huge riots against these supposed thefts."

London asked in worry, "then what do we do? I can't live like this!"

Maddie responded with a sigh, "I wish I knew. But, if you want, I could soon check with my current superior if it's ok for you to stay with me."

London responded with relief, "aww, thanks Maddie."

Maddie suggested, "right after I check in a celebrity and get the bellboy down here."

London insisted, "and I'm still not one?"

Maddie added, ignoring the question, "why don't you sit in the waiting section over there and let me get back to you?" London nodded and sat down in the waiting section of the lobby with Mr. Moseby. Maddie went back to using the computer screens to send messages across the rest of the hotel staff's network…with pretty much the same design and a big to do list for the day of many guests coming and going as usual. Soon after, a familiar face came into the hotel. Fans had replaced the mob scene at this point. She had long black hair and designer clothes of herself in dark purple and red colors. In fact, most of her clothing was covered with the initials A.R.

The mystery celebrity checked with a sneaky smile, "this is the Aim, right?"

Maddie answered, trying to act cheerful, "last time I checked, it is. Welcome to the Aim, Ms. Alerni. Here's your room key card." Alerni took the exchanged card and put it in her pockets.

Alerni added, "great. You got my luggage from the airport?" Maddie opened a compartment built into the inside of the desk to shift some suitcases towards a nearby bellboy who looked familiar. In fact, it was a somewhat shaken Cody. Alerni thanked Maddie and headed for her guestroom.

Cody questioned suspiciously, "who exactly is Alerni?"

Maddie was a little taken aback by this, but she also knew that even she had never heard of the name Alerni until recently. Through her years of working at the Tipton, she's seen government officials, celebrity stars, and mostly everyone in between who could get reservations…but not even the slightest mention of an Alerni. Maddie deduced in bitter agreement, "now that you mention it, I only find one name match online…something about a recent star search webisode contest winner. Why would someone like that get a reservation here that quickly?"

Cody suggested nervously, "do you think she's a criminal?"

Maddie answered uneasily, "I don't know…but I'll find out."

Cody wished her luck and reluctantly went back to bellboy duties. Maddie soon after took out her cell phone.

She called, "hello? Mr. Aim?"

Another familiar voice answered joyfully, "hey, sweet thang! I'm guessing you signed that marriage certificate?"

Maddie insisted with a nervous chuckle, "Zack, we're not even dating…let alone legally allowed."

Zack remarked, "I woke up this morning, found myself extremely rich just hours ago, and you know what? For once in my life, no one took away my allowance."

Maddie couldn't help but laugh at this. She insisted bitter sweetly, "as tempting as that sounds, that's not the reason why I called."

Zack checked nervously, "what's up?"

Maddie pointed out, "London needs a place to stay."

Zack concluded hopefully, "so if I let her stay in your suite, it's a date?"

Maddie protested, "Zack, this is serious! This whole chaotic business shouldn't even be happening in the first place. How would you feel if you had no place to go?"

Zack commented, "you mean like summer school?"

Maddie challenged, "no, but I could ground you if I wanted to."

Zack insisted with an uneasy chuckle, "you wouldn't dare."

Maddie replied back, "oh yeah? The direct advisor, accountant, and manager of your entire property and who could probably still babysit you can't tell your bodyguards that you need to stay in your room because you're sick and I know what's best for my employer?"

Zack offered slightly nervous but determined, "all right! London can stay. But, with the countless money from my position, I could give the rest of the Fitzpatrick family…your family...enough money to afford regular life if you go out with me."

Maddie realized she had no reasonable comeback for this deal. She sighed. Maddie replied reluctantly, "as long as you behave…fine."

Zack assured her, "as long as I'm with you, I'll have everything I need."

Maddie chuckled as they soon hung up.