Memories: A Suite Life/Waverly Place Crossover

Side Notes: If you haven't at least read my fanfiction stories Shockwaves and Masterminds? Please do.

This direct sequel would have spoilers and probably be very hard to follow otherwise. All the events will fit into place this way sooner or later.

If you've at least read Shockwaves and Masterminds and are prepared? Make yourself comfortable for the large scale follow up.

Chapter 1:

Previously, on Instincts...

Harper checked Miranda's heartbeat with her hand over her heart. It was still beating.

Miranda checked, "you feel better now, Harper?"

They both smiled.

They didn't have to say anything. For, they already knew each other well enough to know the answer already.

Harper sighed with greater relief anyway.

Miranda considered, "That's good. And... This whole adventure has shown the Russos' involuntary disappearance in the first reality shift...and which memories were supposed to be intact in the first place."

She put comforting hands on Harper's.

They both glanced over toward a glass window on the city block.

And... In observation of the setting sun through that window?

Harper deduced, "yes. It comes with a brand new day of hope."

She chuckled a lot in hope.

Miranda smiled wide at this. She knew what that meant coming from her.

Harper continued to smile at the face of her best friend Miranda. She knew there'd still be no rivalry between them after this.

Harper thought, "we'll just erase our memories from everyone else outside of the spy business. It happens all the time with secret services."

Miranda thought, "it...it's going to be a new world. Whether we're outed as spies or not though? Faint chuckle. I know who I always want to hang out with. Harper."

They both realized that the hijacked bus was gone. But, they didn't care.

Harper assumed, "we'll have all the time in the world."

Miranda assumed, "and I know who I'll always want to be hanging out with. You, Harper."

They both chuckled some at that.

They hugged each other close.

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 they know it would take to awaken.

For Harper? She's saved herself from the beast of worry within her.

All Harper and Miranda cared about right now was that the world was saved from monsters…and that they'll face the coming new world together.

Suddenly...

Harper fell unconscious from an phenomenon she couldn't explain. But, there was a simple explanation.

The Wizard World's magical nature was not just undoing the monster impact mentally...but also in time in the physical realm itself.

Mental time was not affected much though. So, the events within the dream realm still happened.

And, so... The physical realm tied-in part of time 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?

Even 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 Executive Miranda and Agent Harper started to open their eyes in confusion.

They were back at Miranda's shady office.

They were both sitting on a re-positioned visitor couch with a video projector aimed at the opposite wall's now clear blue projection screen.

Harper wondered, "how…long were…?"

She was in a temporary daze.

She was rubbing her eyes as if it might've been a nightmare.

Miranda checked her antique wristwatch.

Miranda felt a flash of pain...like a psychic echo of what once happened.

She was still deep in disturbance when she looked up.

The Assistant Director revealed, "five days."

She too was rubbing her eyes as if it might've been a nightmare.

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."

That's when Harper felt a psychic echo of her own.

She was clutching her temporarily aching head.

Miranda suggested half jokingly, "another demon?"

She was rotating the hands on the mechanical interface on her watch 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.

Miranda soon noticed other operatives starting to come to consciousness: To all of their partial relief.

Harper half smiled.

She said, "no. But...I have the sense that reality has shifted again."

Miranda examined in confusion, "then…how much memory is truly intact anymore?"

With mixed feelings of frustration and uncertainty... Harper figured, "I'm not sure. But, I know we did not prepare a memory wipeout like this!"

She heavily sighed. She had her fists clenched.

Miranda begun to assure her, "I know Harper. But... Heavy sigh. 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 kind of calmly in her chair.

The cold rock and opera music background blend was playing on in the background with no end in sight.

Yet... 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."

She sounded a little better already.

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

She half smiled.

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."

Somewhat nervous... Harper argued, "I don't exactly disbelieve you, Miranda. But...how can you be so sure of those places?!"

Miranda gulped nervously at Harper's sudden rise in tone.

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

Harper looked uneasily shaken.

Harper responded, "sorry, Miranda. I...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?"

They both continued to half smile.

Impressed sounding... Miranda remarked, "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."

They both gulped nervously at that.

Miranda sighed.

Miranda added, "this sense of repetition is getting kind of annoying: Even for how picky I am with music."

Harper tried hard not to chuckle at that. She put her hand over her mouth to stifle the chuckle.

Miranda half smiled in a knowing way at that.