Memories: A Suite Life/Waverly Place Crossover
Chapter 9:
Nine minutes to psychic meeting, about 70 minutes to Alana encounter…
Harper figured that with Maddie's multipurpose psychologist examination, she could focus more on getting to the bottom of the cause and effect of the second reality shift involving déjà vu and monsters. Harper thought, "since we ourselves made the third reality shift by preventing a mysterious vortex from causing trouble in our dimension, there's no point in investigating into it further. Although, I can't help thinking that we may have paid a very heavy price for fighting off something that we truly don't know very much about. Well, when the time comes, at least Miranda will have something in mind." She then heard a buzzing on the office intercom network and reactively pressed the listen button. Harper asked with some noticeable frustration, "who's there?"
One of the Monster Hunters reported in a low voice, "an agent with a status update…on your recent public announcement." Harper grimly urged, "go ahead." The agent continued with the update after taking a nervous pause, "local Monster Hunters took out the two Monster Hunters that you sent to Boston days ago as you ordered, but…most of them rebelled because they thought it wasn't fair." Harper sighed, "don't blame yourself…it was going to happen sooner or later." The private reporter went on more seriously, "right now, it doesn't matter what caused this incident…but what it has caused, because we stopped that incident." Harper insisted nervously, "what was caused?" The agent sighed, "since the Monster Hunters here begun to settle things at their posts, a number of their posts were…"
Harper guessed with a sinking feeling, "destroyed?" The discreet reporter elaborated with a whisper, "not just destroyed…some monsters even broke out." Harper's eyes went wide in shock, "how could they have…?(!)" The agent cleared up solemnly, "it took all of our local agents below Turtle Island to calm things down, plus our Ohio agents from inland…so we were too busy trying to protect everyone else from the Monster Hunter rebellion to even notice the subtle breakout." Harper responded more toned down in volume, "then how come the alarms didn't go off?" The agent assured, "as I recall, you ordered that the alarms be silent blinking ones…to make sure the monsters hybrids did not make things worse..." Harper finished in understanding, "by stressing themselves out and turning back into monsters. I'm sorry…it's been an unnerving morning."
The agent added, "for all of us." Harper suggested, "and…where are these rebels now?" The informer went on assuredly, "like I told you sir, we stopped that incident…all the rebels' arms and legs are locked in a bunch of chains, with only cables and four autopilot helicopters holding these Monster Hunters miles over Lake Erie itself." Harper dark sweetly questioned, "now that's assuring…but which hybrid monsters escaped?" The informer checked, "umm…some of the specifically requested monsters from earlier with the first names Olivia and Jake, along with some of their roommates. But thankfully, those are the only ones that managed to break out…and we are about to send out some search parties to look for them."
Harper sighed at this piece of news, "I take it the posts have been cleaned up?" The agent confirmed, "yes, sir." Harper insisted, "then send out the search parties by the book…and sir?" The informer wondered, "yes?" Harper muttered, "please have Olivia's calmer brother Cooper in my office when you can." The contact assured, "we'll be sure to do so."
Nine or so minutes into the middle of the psychic meeting…
Back in the interior halls of the Z.S. Aim Liner, beyond some relatively recognizable psychics standing at its dock, was the unchanged positioning of the remaining unconscious cruise ship passengers. The naval alarm from within had stopped sounding off, because its batteries had gone out late last night…it was here all quite quiet really. That is, until a certain celebrity still in a blue bathrobe started to subconsciously move her hand…dropping a open toothpaste tube next to the doorframe of her suite door. The signature logo HM was noticeably on the bathrobe of returning to consciousness Hannah Montana…or of a very soon after conscious Miley Stewart. She muttered on the floor in confusion, "what?"
Miley pulled herself right side up with just her arms and legs, beginning to face the bed to her temporary suite. She commented in wonder as her eyes wondered around the pink and yellow room, "whatever it is, I'm certainly liking." Miley saw that the room's color theme was coincidentally overlapping shapes of musical instruments, but with pink and yellow solid colored interiors. Even the floor and bed sheets had this pattern. A usual closet and restroom were directly connected to the main area of the suite. She then noticed some objects still very familiar to her on her person in the restroom mirror: More specifically, her somewhat wavy Hannah Montana wig with shoulder length blond hair, her mom's lucky anklet on her ankle, and Lilly's lucky bracelet on her wrist.
Blurry flashes of memories of deep reflection came to Miley: The time when she on stage, in front of Tennessee's Crowley Corners, almost gave up her secret as Hannah Montana to the world by putting aside her blond wig. The time that Lilly discovered her secret as Hannah, by recognizing the lucky bracelet she gave to Miley...then smaller flashbacks of them remaining close friends for years, despite that initial tension over trust with Lilly and Miley. And most of all, the time when she could have lost her voice for ever…and a certain loco dream involving her mother Susan Stewart, her father Robby, her brother Jackson, and her closest friends reassured her that it wouldn't be the end of the good times. Miley asked herself with a sigh, "mirror, who…am I?" A familiar voice sounded with a sigh, "Miley, don't you get it by now? I'm you, and you're Hannah."
It looked as though Miley's mirror image of Hannah Montana talked back to Miley. Miley stared straight back at the mirror in disbelief, "a reflection in a mirror I might be in a mind tricky dream with say what?" The Hannah image counteracted with a chuckle, "who said there was a difference between dreams and reality? After all, life's what you make it…so why don't we go make it rock?" Miley smiled, "you may be on to something there, but it might help if I had some clue about what is going on." The Hannah reflection went on sympathetically, "you're really mixed up, aren't you? Well, if life were a movie and you could fast forward to the happy ending, I'd certainly tell you…but all I remember is what you remember. I'm really sorry I can't remember further." Miley assured, "it's ok, Hannah…although this is bordering on loco coco weird."
Hannah added, "I'm the other side of you, a part of who you are for years…so I understand you well enough to know when you're stressed with something bigger than us." Miley figured, "then you must know about the traces of the past that I so vaguely remember, yet can't understand like whole grain to feed chickens. Could you help me there?" Hannah pondered, "I don't know much about the countryside myself, but I do remember some people's names if you wanna know them…or at least I thought I did." Miley urged, "anything I can do to help you and me remember more?" Hannah gave a small smile, "well…why don't you take off that wig and see what the sun says? It can't say no in the spotlight." Miley chuckled, "I thought it was my natural hair, but ok." She placed the Hannah Montana wig on the suite bed, with the sun's faint morning rays from the small porthole curtains shining on it.
Miley took off the hairnet like material that covered her bunched up dark brown hair, letting her own hair come down to the waist. What she failed to notice was the Hannah image strangely still in place in the mirror…smiling with something else in mind. Miley then clutched the bed with a gasp, taken off guard by somewhat clearer flashes of the same memories coming back to her. The suite background blurred as she found herself back on that stage in Crowley Corners, with that moment of almost giving up Hannah Montana to the world strangely frozen in time. Miley saw her Tennessee family and Lilly in the audience, although she still didn't remember the names. The one thing that was off…was Hannah Montana standing next to a really confused Miley. She stated, "I don't…get it. Why here?"
Hannah pointed out with a more out of character chuckle, "hey, it's your loco cocoa dream…or should I say nightmare?" It was characteristic of a pig snort. She put aside her own wig to reveal Miley's lookalike cousin, who noticeably had let her dark brown hair down in eight long braids by taking off some hair clips that were keeping them bunched up in a bun shape. She most likely had contact lens instead of her glasses. Some muscle bulges from her arms and a wicked facial expression showed to a shocked Miley. She exclaimed in horror, "Luanne?(!)" Luanne chuckled again in a pig snort, "very good, California girl. And here I thought singing lessons made you soft." Miley interestingly grinned, "since this is my dream, can't I get you off my stage?" Luanne sighed, "poor simplistic Miley…you know deep down that bloodlines are never simple to get rid of, and that's what is delaying that dream." She suddenly punched Miley's figurative chest hard, making her dream body land on the stage in thought coughs.
The partially blurry image of Luanne muttered, "and I don't care if you remember this or not, because it won't make a difference when you wake up: That you're just Miley Stewart, a jealous thief from the family that broke into my wardrobe seven to eight days ago and stole a number of my Hannah Montana belongings…a runaway from the police, a family feud, and everyone too busy with finding you to pay attention to me. And here's the real punch line: It's the perfect excuse to have the law make your life miserable for me." Miley sobbed as the dream landscape gave way to darkness, "no…no…"
The disturbing nightmare ended, with Miley waking up almost the same way she got up in her dream…minus the fact that her Hannah wig had fallen to the floor of her unchanged cruise ship suite due to tossing and turning close to dream ending. And again four minutes or so after psychic meeting, with faint morning light coming from the curtain covered porthole across the suite. Miley was breathing hard as she got up once more, not even noticing the wig on the floor. She did though see a thermos of familiar hot chocolate on a small night table, which had cooled off after 8 or so days of sitting out. A adjacent cup seemed to had been drunk out of, with its remains of hot chocolate from that long ago. Miley looked around nervously in teary eyes, "Luanne?(!) Dad?(!)" The heat from wearing the wig for days in unconsciousness without pause was starting to evaporate, but it was still a bit too hot under her hairnet. Miley tossed it onto the side of the bed without a second thought.
She sat upright on the bed and called out with let down sweaty dark brown hair down to the waist and tears, "anyone?(!)" Miley muttered to herself after a while, "I am…all alone?" She suddenly was hearing footsteps in mid sentence, growing louder in the hallway just beyond her suite door. Miley then noticed the wig and open door in the direction of the sound. Knowing it could've been a potential enemy, Miley more nervously got up and picked up the wig. She at the last second tossed the wig into the left ajar restroom. Sparky asked coldly in heated suspicion, "what…are you doing here?"
Miley was face to face with Sparky and his two anonymous psychic sidekicks. One had a long braid of grayish hair and yet was tall with age, and the other had much younger physique with short blond hair. Miley started to say with tears beginning to dry, "I was already…" A somewhat gleeful sudden voice interrupted from behind the psychics, "it's not necessary to question her for us…we got what we came for. You may go." Behind the departing psychics was another trio of people, with black FBI jackets and glasses...although one was certainly shorter with gray hair. One of the figures in suits shot a taser at a shocked open eyed Miley.
On the other side of the United States, 12 minutes into psychic meeting…
The being remodeled Aim Hotel only had the second floor done, with at least twenty more floors to go. FBI agents were working with cooled off construction machines, although it didn't make the work any easier. The surrounding terrain was halfway towards being redone with construction, which was why at this point forty agents only got as far as rebuilding the second floor of the Aim Hotel. A familiar face was sneaking out of sight of patrolling and working agents, breathing hard. Nia muttered to herself, "this block should be renamed Uptight Central." With her worn out clothes and fully braided hair, she continued to slip past the not noticing agents…into the lobby of the Aim Hotel through the refastened front door, to be exact. Nia noticed to her internal surprise that no guys or gals in uniform seemed to be in the lobby…or anyone else for that matter. A surge of memory flash came to her, hearing screams and sirens for a very brief while. Nia remarked to calm herself down, "some remodeling work indeed."
She also noticed that the Variety Court and the lobby seemed to remain squeaky clean from a few days ago due to minor remodeling, as though no damage was ever done to either one. Suddenly, Nia saw a mysterious figure come out of one of the four side bathrooms of the Variety Court. She quickly ducked behind a table, trying not to make a sound as Miranda walked to the check in counter. On the desk were some sophisticated spread out layouts of the wireless network Miranda was still working on, some delicate tools, and a cone shaped antenna as big and thick as a cookie jar. The antenna though had only a frame and partly filled in computer parts. In front of the desk were two big boxes for antenna materials.
Nia muttered with a low tone, "huh…around the same age as poor me, and she has a career for life. Wonder if I can get one for doing nothing but lie down." Miranda glanced at the Variety Court with some inner amusement, and clinked the coin themed rings on her fingers towards the floor. The floor carried an amplified shockwave across the lobby and the Variety Court, unnervingly touching hiding Nia. She muttered as she involuntarily leaned to the floor, "what the…?(!)" Nia then nervously chuckled as she noticed Miranda noticing her, "is it morning…already?" Miranda pointed out with a chuckle, "I don't think you slept here. Who are you?" Nia introduced herself more calmly as she got up, "I'm Nia, although I'm not sure of much else." Miranda went on from the check in counter, "then pardon my rudeness Nia, but I'm in the middle of some very important work now. As long as you don't get in the way, I won't unnerve you again." Nia figured, "neither of us wants that, uhh…whatever you're called."
Miranda told her more calmly herself, "I'm Miranda…and yes, I may be younger than you imagined for a technical scientific mind, but I'm living proof of such a mind." Nia chuckled a bit as she walked over to the counter. She casually asked, "then what is that cone for?" Miranda insisted as she worked, "sorry, that's classified...although I can tell you it's a big antenna." Nia commented, "what? You ran out of little ones?" Miranda pointed out, "a much larger antenna for a much larger wireless range." Nia remarked, "I bet you could control a lot of television sets with that kind of connection. By the way, got anything to eat?" Miranda told her with mixed feelings, "I…wasn't expecting company here, to be honest." Nia exclaimed, "not expecting?(!) There's at least twenty suspicious characters in black jackets out there!"
Miranda muttered in a lower tone, "that's…classified and complicated. I'm sure though those characters won't look in here, if that's what worries you. I'm also sure there are at least some spare food items that haven't gone bad behind the Variety Court food stalls." Nia deducted, "thanks…I think." She uneasily walked back towards the food court, leaving Miranda to keep working on her secondary wireless network.
Miranda thought, "that could've gone better…but I have a national problem of my own to take care of concerning my own organization, and I could use all the time I can get to put a stop to it before wizards and non-wizards can start causing local and national trouble all over again. At least Harper will help me worry much less about everything else in the meantime. However, I know us being close friends might not have happened before the first reality shift. I won't worry either of us with thinking further on that possibility though...cause finding the original reality doesn't really matter anymore in a conflict free world."
Fourteen minutes into coming towards a end psychic meeting…
Big machines and bigger heaps worth of junk made up most of a literally stinky area, which had a recognizable metal sign that said Metal and Fink. Some metal unhinged doorways were to the sign's left and right. FBI agents were actually busy using cooled off junkyards, including this one in Ohio, to help salvage parts from the monster wreckages to put back in remodeling for budgeting purposes. In fact, most of the junkyards were not even damaged by monsters from a few days ago…just overheated. Therefore, unconscious members of the Fink family and other salvage workers in these salvage yards were mostly left alone, not needing much medication or relocation. However, due to the Monster Hunter rebellion under Turtle Island, this junkyard was not in operation at this time.
Above the junkyard though was a stolen FBI helicopter, hovering miles over the scene. Inside were Olivia and Jake at the front, along with three other monster hybrids in the back of the vehicle. They mainly had torn clothing on. Olivia's long black hair and Jake's medium golden brown hair was as uncombed and messy as the backseat passengers. Jake muttered, "you sure no one followed us out, Olivia?" Olivia insisted with a giggle, "the only thing that matters now is how to celebrate." One of the other monsters pointed out, "a little hard to do from this high up." Suddenly, the helicopter radar readout showed some FBI helicopters… coming in the escapees' direction. A tracer was in each helicopter, unknown to the escapees…so the somewhat spread out search parties had an easy target. Olivia sighed, "I take that back." Jake urged, "no turning back now."
Olivia added deviously at the controls, "really?" She spun the helicopter back around…then shot a missile straight into the tail propeller while speeding up nonstop towards one of the helicopters to the other passengers' deep shock. The helicopter's tail exploded as it started to hover further up, sending the vehicle spiraling up towards the clouds for a brief time. Jake exclaimed, "what the heck are you trying to do…destroy us?(!)" He almost went into monster form. Olivia figured strangely happy, "not exactly." Another four helicopters came out of the clouds, with agents trying to launch enough grappling hooks from launchers at the going aflame helicopter in hopes of catching it. Olivia turned the helicopter around again very fast, wrapping the grappling hooks around the top propeller. Agents had to release their parachutes and let go of their grappling hooks to keep themselves from being pulled into the propeller.
The grappling hooks were set aflame by the back of the helicopter, exploding the top propeller and a considerable portion of the vehicle's roof. Some of the propeller's blades cut through the aflame back of the helicopter itself, cutting the exploding remains of the back off from the rest of the vehicle. Some propeller blades were launched into the surrounding helicopters, setting three of them on fire and resulting in agents evacuating from the same vehicles. More explosions sounded off from the sky while Olivia's vehicle went into a partially delayed descent towards the ground below. Jake looked around in minor panic in a louder voice for the sake of being heard in the chaos, "isn't there…some kind of emergency equipment on this thing?(!)"
