Memories: A Suite Life/Waverly Place Crossover

Chapter 1:

Crucial FYI: If you haven't read my fanfic Masterminds, my fanfic Instincts, or my fanfic Shockwaves, please read them first. This direct sequel would have spoilers and probably be very hard to follow otherwise. It'll all fit into place this way. In time, some confusing events in this fanfic's plot will also fit into place.

And if you already read Instincts, please double check the last three paragraphs of Part 2 of Instincts before reading more on this fanfic:

It'll certainly help a few of the confusing events fit into place later on.

This FYI concludes with this short sentence: If you already did all the above, make yourself comfortable for the large scale follow up.

Not long after the wizard chain lightning…

Harper put a hand on fallen Miranda's chest to check her heart beat in a hint of worry. She sighed with greater relief. Harper deduced with satisfaction in observation of the setting sun through a glass window, "a brand new day of hope." Harper smiled at the face of her most trusted friend Miranda, knowing there'd still be no rivalry between them after this. She thought, "we'll just erase our memories from everyone else outside of the spy business. It happens all the time with secret services."

She also realized that the hijacked bus was gone, but she didn't care. If it took five days for the FBI security force and the monsters to wake up, there's no telling how much longer for sure the rest of life as we know it would take to awaken. Harper assumed, "we'll have all the time in the world." All she cared about right now though was that the world was saved from monsters…and potentially the beast within.

As Harper concluded this, she fell unconscious from an unexplained phenomenon. Actually, there was a simple explanation: The Wizard World's magical nature was not just undoing the monster impact mentally, but also time in the physical realm itself prior to the monster impact. Mental time was not affected much though, so the events within the dream realm still happened. This part will make sense as the story retreats back to a certain awakening, to take in time a logical but different route.

Back again at Lake Erie, Turtle Island…

Under the abandoned lighthouse of corruption, the FBI's National Security Branch's network of headquarters was mentally smitten. Regardless of the advanced wireless helmets on the operatives' countless heads, they were paralyzed in their head cerebellums. That is, until Assistant Director Miranda and Mission Agent Harper started to open their eyes in confusion back at Miranda's shady office. They were both sitting on a repositioned visitor couch with a video projector aimed at the opposite wall's once more clear blue projection screen. Harper wondered in a temporary daze, "how…long were…?" She was rubbing her eyes as if it might've been a nightmare. Miranda felt a flash of pain, like a psychic echo of what once happened. She checked her antique wristwatch, deep in disturbance.

The Assistant Director revealed, "five days."

Agent Harper turned to her partner with concern. She asked, "are you all right? You sound like…like you saw a demon of a monster."

Miranda sighed, "perhaps I have, but let's not let nightmares get in the way of our governmental check-up."

Harper felt a psychic echo of her own, clutching her temporarily aching head. Miranda suggested half jokingly, "another demon?" She was rotating the hands on the mechanical interface clockwise to point at some Roman numerals to represent hours and minutes. The glass face overlooking the watch face quickly changed its viewpoint to align with a security camera lens in the unified direction of the three arms. She noticed other operatives with partial relief starting to come to consciousness.

Harper half smiled, "no….but I have the sense that reality has shifted again." Miranda examined in confusion, "then…how much memory is truly intact anymore?"

Harper figured with hybrid feelings of frustration and uncertainty, "I'm not sure, but I know we did not prepare a memory wipeout like this!"

Miranda begun to ensure her, "I know Harper, but these apparently mutual feelings of Déjà vu may not be something to be feared. In fact, they may bring us much closer to seeking out the memory set that truly matches this future." She sat back in her chair, with the cold rock and opera music background blend playing on with no end in sight. To both Harper and Miranda, this musical blend was abnormally calming of what they could be sure of is still apparent in this reality.

Harper concluded in sudden realization, "you mean other people that were affected by both reality changes…might have a stronger sense of déjà vu."

Miranda affirmed, "with stronger instincts for some people, these few could have a stronger sense of what has happened in any relevant reality."

Harper uneasily asked, "but how can we find the right few? Instincts may not be the only quality to consider."

Miranda suggested in assurance, "all I'd need to do is send some Monster Hunters to double check Manhattan and the Aim Hotel in Boston."

Harper argued, "how can you be so sure of those places?(!)"

Miranda pragmatically protested, "I have a strong feeling that we've been to Manhattan before, but also that I forgot to check on how the Russos are doing at the Aim."

Harper responded uneasily shaken, "sorry, Miranda. I just feel kind of drained from being comatose in unconsciousness."

Miranda nodded empathically. She assured her, "I can relate."

Harper suggested suggestively, "perhaps with the experimental brainwave technology we possess, no one else has to feel bad anymore."

Miranda remarked in impression, "we can reboot everyone else's minds with our ethic morals and lead a world free of crime. It's almost like…"

Harper finished, "we had a very similar conversation before."

Miranda sighed, "this sense of repetition is getting kind of annoying."

Some considerable time later…

Cooper cried out in disbelieving disgust, "Olivia!"

A random voice called out, "let's take them!" A trip kick at one of the individuals on the tables within the mansion, led soon after by a thump and limp body was all it took to ignite the icy tension. The subpopulace exclaimed in painful anxiety as their stress went into major overload. This was while their animal alter egos came out from their brains and through their bulging physique. Hybrid bipedal cats, wolves, coyotes, eagles, and capybaras from both California and New York were lashing out like crazy…real crazy. It was divided into three subgroups: One wanted to run the country as kings and queens. Another supported Jake's conclusion and wanted to have everyone be able to make national decisions on every issue under the sun. The third supported Amber and Ashley's claim and wanted to have American rules back. Actually, this time, there was a fourth subgroup worth of Monster Hunters around the mansion's perimeter…as per Harper's cautionary orders drawn from instincts of déjà vu.

A Monster Hunter called out, "don't make us come in there!" Miranda pointed out gravely, "I think…it's too late for talk." Capybara hybrids were trying to knock each other out in anger with their aching fists in an inner circle of their own. The eagle hybrids, split among the three nanomilitaries, were launching cat and canine hybrids from their talons at each other. Roars and growls rippled through the danger zone. Claws scraped aggressively against each other. Victims to the dirty interior below crashed into smashed tables and windows, one by one with red dots on their inactive bodies. Right outside were Harper and Miranda with the Monster Hunters, getting ready for battle when the maddening chaos emerged from the Great Hall. Miranda and Harper had what resembled hearing aids in replacement of ear pins.

Miranda suggested with an uneasy gulp, "back to the buses!" Monster Hunters started launching fire, wind, and even water from their tubes against the spreading battlefield. All stood in more intense relations as the battlefield started spreading across the outer terrain. The Monster Hunters ran backwards and sideways in caution, forming a wall formation made of cyborgs with Miranda and Harper following their movements in the middle. Eagle hybrids launched out of the crumpling roof, using their exoskeletons to shake off the impact. These eagle bipeds were in the process of being pounced on as prey by feline and canine hybrids alike…until the last thing they saw in consciousness was the falling ceiling.