Chapter Four

Seeing Ya

Jackson was in the parking lot of Powers Brothers Aviation, about to pick up Noah's uncle from work. He had the top don on the Mustang and his back turned when Zack popped up out of nowhere. He had a pistol in his hand. He aimed it at Jackson's face.

" I was hoping to catch you after I got rid of George, but that's ok. You fucked my life up with your stunt, " he spat, reeking of alcohol, " you took Carmen away and any hope of ever getting my inheritance from my old man. It's just evening things out if I take something from you."

Cody Jackson had time for one last thought: No! I don't want to be here anymore! as Zack shot Noah Carmichaels right in the head.

All Jackson felt was a sudden impact.

But oddly, it wasn't on his face, or rather, his entire face. It was on his nose. And it wasn't a bullet, it was a fist. And it had just broken his nose.

Star spangled in his eyes as he fell flat on his ass on the beach. He looked up to see a familiar face looking down at him in concern just as an unfamiliar voice roared.

"CUT!"

Corbin Bleu Looked down at him in consternation as Jeremy Kissner walked over and offered him a hand up. " Dude, your nose is bleeding. And , uh, it's bent." And the skinny man actually snickered. " Way to go Corby!"

It was fortunate that the spirit that was sending him from one Earth. Tagaloa-savali had told him he would be able to access the memories of the counterpart he'd be inside of. A quick rummaging in this body's mind nearly overwhelmed him though. Noah's body had been almost identical to his. This one , aside from feeling slightly larger, felt even more like home. Especially considering he was wearing some of the same clothes as he'd carried on the trip to Palau on his Earth.

Apparently, this body belonged to a young man named Johnny Pacar, or Pacuraru. He'd changed it when he began acting because one of his pet peeves was when people mangled his unusual last name. He was currently on Hawaii filming the last regular episode of a kid show for Discovery Kids.

The name of the show as Flight 29 Down.

I can't believe this is happening. And this place, even though it's on Hawaii, it looks just like our beach! And these guys look like Nathan and Eric, although, they're a little older, especially Eric, er, Jeremy. Man, I'll have to watch that! I can see in Johnny's mind that they both Hate being called by their characters names.

" Are you all right? Asked a tall white haired man Johnny's memories told Jackson was DJ McHale, the writer/director/producer of the show. He motioned for the many film crew members to move off. They did, taking the cameras, mike and other sundry involved in filming along with them

Jackson felt like his nose was about to fall off. He also felt slightly like a clown under the makeup he suddenly became aware of.

" Ha! Maybe you'll get a nose job outta this Pacar. It'll be the last thing NBC pays for." Jeremy squawked, still laughing at the discomfited Corbin.

" Man, I'm sorry about that Johnny. Punch laughing boy here if it'll make you feel better, " Bleu suggested, kicking sand at Jeremy. " It would make me feel better, anyway.

The set nurse came running up the path as they walked up in the direction of the many tents and trailer littering the nearby area. It took her all of five seconds of painfully poking at his nose to confirm it was broken.

McHale was mumbling to himself, " Darn. I'll have to reshoot. Hmm, I think one of our lighting guys is around your size… Oh well. We better get you to the hospital to get you checked out. Thank God that was your last scene. At least unless we get funding to do the movie finale."

At that moment, two more people walked up. One was a dead ringer for Lex. He even had the same shirt on that Lex had before all hell had broken loose at the boy's trial . The other one may have looked like Melissa u, but the body language was completely different as the clothes, well.

I might have had a wet dream, or three about Mel dressing up , but … Dayum!

Mel's twin had on a black leather miniskirt that clung to her well rounded hips. A tight black shirt with no sleeves had a tiny black leather jacket covering it, barely. She had designer sunglasses on that probably cost a couple of hundred dollars as her boots were black monstrosities that came almost up to her mid calves. She looked like a cross between an Oriental goddess and a dominatrix, to be honest.

" Corby didn't kill you? I just can't get a break." was her less than comforting comment. She tossed her luxuriant black hair in a dramatic fashion before grudgingly adding, " I told DJ that Allen and I would drive you to town since we're out of work now. Thanks to those assholes at NBC, that traitor Corbin " High School Musical" Bleu and you. Be at my car in three minutes." she ordered, whirling about and stalking off like a offender panther.

"Well, she's handling you calling the engagement off better than you said she was, " Kissner drawled, " she didn't even threaten to castrate you again."

Allen Alvaredo looked up at Jackson. " You need to take up some safer hobbies than dating your costars. Like juggling nitro or skydiving without a parachute."

" Man, now I really feel guilty, ' Corbin added, " I broke your nose and sent you to the e.r. And now you have to ride to the hospital with someone who'd rather be taking you to the graveyard."

Maybe I should have let Zack kill me after all, was Jackson's ironic thought.