This is uncharted territory for me. I've never written the Suite Life before, and I've never done a storyline like this. Also, there's not enough london/zack as there should be more. Well, I hope you enjoy. All reviews accepted (criticism, flames, w/e)!
Chapter One
Zack Martin leaned against the Sky Deck rail in his Tuxedo as he sipped on his Pepsi. He was at a party, but he really wasn't that into it. Mosby threw it to entertain and schmooze the wealthy that stayed on the ship. As he shook his head and took another drink, somebody grabbed him from behind and shoved him down.
"What the—" be started but was cut off as London Tipton put a finger over her mouth to indicate silence.
"This is boring as butt. Let's get out of here," she whispered.
Zack couldn't help but agree and nodded his head, letting London lead the way towards the stern of the ship, where she knew nobody would be at this time of the night.
"Thanks for bailing me out, but won't Mosby notice that we're gone?" Zack said as the stern railing came into view.
"Who cares," London said, leaning back against the rail, taking a sip of her drink, making a face as she did so, "He's too busy kissing ass to notice anyway. Drink?" She held out the glass to Zack.
He laughed as he accepted the drink. An agitated London was fun to watch, as she tended to swear sometimes. He took a drink and made a face. It tasted like Coke, but he could also taste a small amount of whisky. "How'd you even get this?' he asked, handing the drink back to the twenty year old, who also took another drink.
London smiled and then suddenly frowned, as if something was troubling her. "Hey Zack, how come you never flirt with me?" Zack's eyes widened as London continued. "I see you flirt with pretty girls all the time. But why not me? Am I not good enough looking?"
"What!" sputtered Zack. "That's not—I mean-you're undeniably beautiful!" Zack paused for a second before speaking again, "I really like you, more than I'd admit to. It's just…"
Zack knew he was treading uncharted waters. He really enjoy the time he spent with London. She had come to drop her 'airhead' persona to reveal that she was an intelligent person, which Zack had already known. They shared a lot with each other, and he considered her his best friend, along with Zack of course.
"…you can have any guy you choose, and he would be crazy to not want you. Guys who are rich, famous, and have it all. I can't offer you any of those things. I can't even—"
His mouth stopped moving after London put a finger on his lips. She was now so close, he could smell her designer perfume. "You're right," She quietly said. "I can have any guy that I want. But I don't want just any guy. I want…"
It was as if some invisible force began pulling the two into each other, as they both leaned in, eyes locked on each other's. Just when they both thought they were going to do it, the whole ship shook violently, making the pair collide with each other, and with the combination of their weight and momentum, threw them over the ship's rails.
Zack heard London scream as he felt himself tumble over the rail. He tried to grab hold of the rail, but missed it by mere inches as he began to fall towards the ocean. London was still latched to him screaming bloody murder, and Zack's vision was overtaken by white light. He waited to hit the water. Instead, the pair landed on solid ground, emitting a loud thud! as they did.
"Uggh, what happened?" asked London as she rolled off of Zack, voice strained with pain.
"I don't know, but are you alright?" Zack asked, opening his eyes to discover he was lying face down on the deck, which confused him to no end.
"My back hurts, but I'll be fine." croaked London. "But I swear I thought I was thrown overboard."
Zack opened his mouth to answer, but a loud scream stopped him. He turned around to see a few yards away from him a man shouting for help as he struggled to hold on to what looked to be another person, and they both looked on the verge of falling over the back of the ship. Zack immediately forced himself off the deck and ran towards the man, as did London, to give assistance. They arrived to see a blonde man holding onto a redhead woman who struggled to keep her grip, obviously not wanting to fall several feet to the ocean. Zack leaned over and grabbed a hold of the woman's arm while London grabbed a hold of the blonde man, who was trying to keep himself from falling over as well.
"Alright, on three!" Zack shouted. "One…two…three!" He, London, and the blonde man pulled as hard as they could, finally managing to get the woman back over the rail, and all four of them fell to the deck in a tangled heap of bodies.
"What's going on here!" yelled an approaching crewman. He looked at the crying redhead; her dress was torn and the bottom of her dress had been pushed up. The blonde man was on top of her, and looked worse for wear. London and Zack had separated themselves from the pile. It was easy for the crewman to start drawing conclusions.
"You stand back! Don't move!" he shouted to the blonde man, and then turned to London and Zack. "Stand off to the side. Go and get the Master at Arms," he said as two more crewman approached. A few minutes later, a burly man is handcuffing the blonde while another man in a tuxedo is yelling in his face, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.
"What makes you think you can put your filthy hands on my fiancée? Look at me! What did you think you were trying to pull!" the tuxedo man shouted.
"Cal, stop!" the redhead said. "It was an accident."
"An accident?" tuxedo man, Cal, questioned.
"It's…stupid really. I was leaning over the rail and I slipped," Rose said, giving the blonde a quick look. "I was leaning over, trying to see the… uh…"
"Propellers?" Zack quipped.
"Yes! And I somehow slipped and almost went overboard. Mr. Dawson and those other two here saved me and almost fell over themselves!"
"You wanted to see the propellers?" Cal asked, shaking his head.
"Well, is that the way of it?" the burly man turned to Zack and London.
"Pretty much. If it wasn't for the blonde, the redhead would have gone over. We just happened to see and offered our help," London lied, essentially bailing out Dawson and closing the case.
Cal grunted, and then nodded his head, and the burly man took the cuffs off of Dawson. Without a second look back, Cal grabbed the redhead and began to make his way off until another man stopped and whispered something to him.
"Ah, right then. A hundred should do it."
"It that the going rate for saving the woman you love?" asked the redhead, not looking happy.
"Hmm, Rose is displeased," Cal said, looking over Dawson, whose clothes were wrinkled and dirty. "Perhaps you can join us for dinner tomorrow, to retell your heroic deed."
Dawson shrugged. "Sure I guess."
Cal then turned to Zack and London. "Ah, Mr…"
"Martin," Zack answered.
"Martin. You and your missus are also welcome to join our table. You should be able to find it," Cal finished, looking them up and down, and then taking the redhead, Rose, with him as he left, as did the burly man and the other crewman.
Dawson let out a breath. "Thanks for backing me up," he said, turning to Zack and London and extending a hand. "I'm Jack Dawson."
"Zack Martin," he said, shaking Jack's hand. He then pointed to London, "This is London Tipton." Jack leaned down and kissed the top of her hand, causing her to giggle and Jack to grin.
"Always wanted to do that." Jack then looked up to the sky. "I suppose I should get back. I've had enough thrills for one night." He waved slightly and turned, headed to wherever he was staying, now leaving Zack and London alone.
Only now did they get a chance to take in their full surroundings, and what they saw puzzled them greatly. It was as if they were staring at a picture of early 1900's ship design. The Tipton's bright colors and curves were gone, and the stern was much larger with more open deck space than the Tipton.
"I think I'm hallucinating," Zack said, rubbing the side of his aching head. "I'm seeing things."
"You're not the only one. And my head feels like a ripe watermelon ready to split," said London. "Maybe I shouldn't have had that last drink."
"C'mon, I'll take you to your room," Zack said, linking his right arm with London's. Not really knowing where to go, Zack led London a ways down the side of the ship, entering the first door he saw, which was manned by a valet, who opened it for the couple. Their jaws dropped.
"Uhhh, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore," sputtered Zack.
The room was lively and large. A giant wooden staircase that led to lower decks took up a majority of the space. Overhead of the staircase, a giant glass dome served as the roof. People mulled about, going up and down the stairs and entering and leaving hallways.
"Care for a drink?" a waiter in a white suit presented a tray. Zack and London both grabbed a glass, quickly downed the liquid, and set the empty glasses back on the tray.
Zack put his hands in his pockets to try and calm himself, where he then felt something in his left pocket. He retrieved two folded sheets of paper. Opening one up, he saw what looked to be a ticket. Not fully reading it, he quickly scanned it over, spotting London's name. Next to it indicated a room number. B58
"I guess this is where we go," Zack said, leading London down a corridor labeled 'B Deck'. They didn't speak, too shocked and confused to form words. Eventually, they came to an oak door labeled B58. Zack dug in his pocket again, and retrieved an old fashion key he'd never seen before. He automatically assumed it was for the door, so he inserted it and turned it. The lock clicked, and he pushed open the door, revealing a large suite. To be safe, Zack opened looked through all the connected rooms to see if anybody was in.
"Well, nobody is—" Zack stopped talking, seeing London promptly passed out on a couch. Seeing she had the right idea, he, flopped into an overstuffed lounge chair. The ticket still in his hand, he decided to examine it a little more.
White Star Line Presents:
'Titanic'
The Largest and Most Luxurious Ship in the World!
Zack promptly passed out, the ticket fluttering to the floor.