Shockwaves: A Suite Life/Waverly Place Crossover

Part 6:

On Lake Erie, Turtle Island…

Turtle Island was mostly remote and inhabited for pretty much its short history as a residence. The island's last owner tried at rock bottom in more ways than one to make it a vacation area.

Ever since, solely neighboring governments from the only bordering states of Ohio and Michigan were the only trace of memory that it existed.

As usual? This island looked abandoned.

Near extinct and decaying wrecks of homes were piled altogether in a shapeless mass of rubble and rust. A near topless lighthouse solitarily stood over the isolated crash site, overlooking the intact half of a semi-tall concrete borderline.

An abrupt sound of a scuba diver resurfacing broke the still silence.

The figure swam to the island and pulled himself/herself onto shore.

He/she took off his/her breathing mask to sigh with relief in the fresh air.

The figure muttered in partial relief, "I made it."

He/she carried the mask while walking to the remains of the lighthouse.

The mysterious individual climbed up the slippery steps and washed out cobwebs with slight difficulty.

That is...until reaching the hollowed out lantern.

Only a set of metal spikes remained.

This human soaked in shadow cautiously pushed the spike furthest away.

It fell down onto the side on a concealed hinge.

A deep secret arose as he/she delicately rotated the closest spike clockwise in a 90 degree turn.

More specifically?

An escape pod styled elevator came out from under the risen spikes.

The conspicuous person hung the scuba mask over the unfolded spiked handle.

The mask suddenly lit up in infrared.

It was scanning the mystery traveler's eyes.

The elevator opened in close to automatic response.

The satisfied traveler picked the mask back up.

He/she entered the pod.

It quickly shut behind him/her.

It started lowering back to its base.

The spikes reset themselves in the cloudy sky as if nothing happened.

The agent unzipped the scuba suit.

A small compartment slid open next to him/her.

The miscellaneous being hurled the scuba gear into the cushioned panel...which closed up at an instant.

She was wearing a black suit when she came out of the elevator. Her cloaked face searched the dark underground room for light.

She pressed on one of the leather sleeves.

The entire suit had sewn on hard pasta bathed in dark paint and glowing light.

Tree light sized bulbs were tucked in each of the countless pasta pieces.

They were lighting up a very familiar person's clothing in a shelled aura resembling a dwarf star.

No hairband was on her usually long hair.

Street clothes covered her from chest to toe:

All dark colors with a weird mixed layer of hard pasta.

Even her hair was dyed with a light shade of darkness.

Her often cheery expression was more serious and without a fraction of a frown or smile.

She found the door to the main corridor.

The figure pressed her hand on the small window fogged with a cloud of seemingly endless blackness.

A pocket sized X ray engulfed the glass, checking the whole hand inside and out.

An unnatural voice responded, "welcome back, Harper Finkle."

The door swung open in automation.

Harper made her way down the corridor.

It was full of more creepy and intimidating agents with practically the same makeover. Even the double layered clothing and personal lighting system was the same.

Harper walked on to one of a dozen or more office entrances.

She of course knew by now that these small quarters are scattered under many other uninhabited isles...with much more operatives.

This one said in bold the dark red words FBI Executive Assistant Director. But, it had no handle for the door.

The initials M.H. were directly above this heading.

Harper pressed the dotted I in assistant.

The shady door directly retracted into the left wall.

A loudspeaker was bolted above the used to be door.

The now more human and familiar voice of the executive said coolly, "come in."

Harper went into the cloak of dimness that enveloped the room.

The entrance slid back into place as it has done many times before. Rock songs fused with opera music played in the background from 2 dark brown speaker boxes directly wired to 2 differently colored computers.

With both genres on continual play? It sent a chill down Harper's spine:

Even though it was turned down to the point of barely being noticeable.

This was despite being used to it…because usually no one could fully be.

The other young executive had a vertically positioned desk and computer near each side of her own quarters.

She had even used this custom music system to interrogate suspected criminals while acting as if she were having a casual conversation with a close friend.

Her chair was able to rotate on its wheels to either computer. It could even transform into a thin escape pod to pilot herself out of any explosion her headquarters endures.

One computer had a FBI logo on it. It was used for government reasons(intelligence agency contacts and info on them, official government officials and files on them, records of illegal activity, records of suspected yet unofficial criminals, etc.).

The other, meanwhile, had a violet heart symbol on it. It was used for more private reasons(tutor contacts and info, personal training records, blueprints of future and past invented spy gadgets, spy missions and other agent records, agent contacts and appointment schedules(including dates), what to spend her salary on, etc.).

The computer playing opera was the government computer. So, the other was playing rock music.

All of the information from the computers was really on floppy disks.

The agent knew that they're now nearly extinct. So, she didn't suspect anyone to steal them if she didn't even tell a deeply trusted agent like Harper about that secret.

A decoy disc was in each computer. If someone stole the discs, they'd be traced back to their hideout with tracking devices hidden in the center covering and busted before they knew what happened.

However... For someone exceptionally clever for an agent?

The executive was at heart truly good natured and quite cheerful. It was her love of government and natural distrust of media corporations that sometimes deeply challenged that view.

Across the walls were international peace signs of various dark colors, famous rock band photos, pictures of front pages of classic and dark plays of the past, and depictions of famous governmental landmarks.

A random set of dim night lights were wired directly on the walls...filling the unusual office with an eerie glow.

Other than the setting of the room and her nerve chilling occupation?

This executive seemed her usual self:

Minus the black street clothes with sewn hollow pasta, moderately bulkier muscles, and slimmer build.

On top of each computer was part of her full name on a small stand.

Together? They spelled Miranda Hampson.

Miranda suggested in good spirit, "please sit down."

She smiled in good spirit.

Harper slightly smiled back.

Across from the arrangement of desks?

She sat down on what seemed to be a couch for visitors.

She took out from the back of her suit a folder labeled Code Violet:

For Executive and Mission Agent's Eyes Only.

She started organizing the research papers soon after unsealing it.

Miranda asked, "how's Assignment Wave going?"

The room's walls hid soundproof walls and motion detectors. If someone was breaking in through the walls or door, Miranda would be the first to know.

Harper explained confidently, "I think we got a lead."

Miranda eagerly insisted, "go on."

Harper went into further detail, "according to my observations, a family we long suspected to be responsible for supernatural actions has vanished from Waverly Place. And, I alerted double agents to this perfect excuse to bring them to us for testing and questioning."

Miranda chuckled.

She realized, "the Russos and the Monster Hunters?"

Harper somewhat excitedly answered, "exactly! Not that we'll hurt the Russos in any way. Now we'll finally be able to teach wizards how to live peacefully with the rest of humanity…and prove your longtime ignored theory of magic influencing events we didn't find out about until too late."

Miranda happily responded, "and achieve the full recognition I deserve. This is all good Harper. I'm just curious about something. Do you even know where they went?"

Harper got up.

She passed an unusual blueprint to Miranda wrapped around a familiar object.

Harper revealed, "no…but I have the means right here."

She continued to slightly smile.

Miranda summarized approvingly, "you uncovered the disregarded lock picker from the library…with Alex's fingerprints and hair traces before the authorities found it."

Harper concluded, "the FBI has used brainwave technology to restore our memories in this realm. There's no reason why we can't do that with the Russos."

Miranda opened a printer sized scanner on one of her desks.

She carefully slid the lock picker device onto it.

She quickly nodded to Harper.

Miranda realized in deeper understanding, "to find out which set of memories is the correct one. This is a good plan, Harper. But, we can't risk further exposure to the alternate Russos…with recollection of the other reality or not…until we know which contradicting instinct is right for sure."

Harper checked in near disbelief, "so what? We're just going to wait for the events to unfold?!"

Miranda chuckled a little nervously.

The scanner started getting results.

Miranda pointed out, "these aren't fantasy monsters like you help the Monster Hunters protect humanity against. No. I think the Monster Hunters can handle them from here."

Harper recalled, "it was quite ingenious transforming believed celebrity male thieves with the technology of science into the cyborg Monster Hunters of today in exchange for eliminating 3 problems for the price of one card to play, wasn't it?"

Miranda nodded in assurance.

They both smiled a little.

Miranda replied with joy, "okay! Now is the time for celebration. We could take out the projector and classic movies like old times if you want."

Harper placed the files back into the folder and the folder back in its hiding place.

Harper assured her, "that'd be great."

Miranda's computer got the match of lookalike Alerni Rustin…currently at the Aim Hotel.

Miranda assured her, "just let me direct the Monster Hunters to their destination and we'll be good to go."

Harper was back on the sofa.

She was smiling some in bittersweet acknowledgment.

At the Aim…

Alerni Rustin/Alex was back in her room.

Regardless of the apparent lack of tears? Regardless of visiting her TV company Harplex to call off Sworthcine's indirect attack?

She was still deeply troubled.

Alex recalled saying to herself, "I already made a huge mistake! I'm not going to let another happen because of me."

Alex had also conjured up a jacuzzi in her guest quarters' closet.

She was trying to calm down with water jets and a shorts styled bathing suit.

She sighed in mixed disappointment.

Alex revealed out loud to herself, "I miss Waverly Place. Sniffle. If only I could forget the whole dark spiral magic thing…"

She stopped the water.

Alex commented in amazement, "but wow. My skin feels so soft!"

She smiled some in amusement.

She took out her wand.

She spell rhymed on impulse, "Dropius Erasius".

The water vanished from Alex's body as if it didn't even exist.

She chuckled.

Alex figured, "I'm starting to get the hang of this."

Soon after?

She set everything else back to normal…in her room.

Alex lied down on the bed face up.

She was getting stressed out again.

She wondered bitterly, "what was that spell for memory wipe? Oh yeah…I forgot. Dang it!"

She was getting teary eyed.

Alex heard footsteps outside of her room.

She sat back up.

She hid her wand in her pockets nervously.

A familiar voice inquired, "can I come in?"

Alex responded coldly, "it's unlocked."

But... There was a hint of relief in her voice too.

Maddie entered the room.

The door was closed again.

She sat down next to Alex on the same bed.

Maddie asked concerned, "are you ok?"

Alex looked at her as though she was crazy.

She lied with a mocking manner, "you can go back to your check out counter. I…I'm fine."

Maddie ignored the rude comment.

she realized, "I think you're in denial."

Alex was taken off guard by this.

She wondered in shock, "how did you…?!"

Maddie chuckled warmly.

She smiled wide.

She remarked, "when you've been around with troublemakers like I have? You can tell better than a smoke detector."

Alex retorted in disbelief, "oh, come on! I bet Mr. Aim himself got in his position for skipping grades right out of school."

She pointed over back toward the door without noticing.

As if it was normal?

Maddie revealed, "actually? I found out from his brother Cody that he was bribed by a girl to take Zack's test for him in the exact same looks."

Alex stared in shock.

She chuckled.

She checked, "you sure it's the same Zack?"

Maddie recalled in deep awe, "more than you know. Do you know how high a grade those aptitude tests got?"

Alex guessed randomly, "125, 83, 74?"

She casually shrugged.

Maddie deduced, "only one test with an IQ of 250. Cody's an academic genius…to the degree that it extended the IQ range and rocketed Zack all the way to graduation school status."

Alex laughed warmly in response.

Alex adds, "that's amazing!"

But... She suddenly very nervously sighs.

Maddie questioned more seriously, "so, what's wrong?"

Alex sighed nervously.

She vaguely answered, "let's just say I came from a rambunctious family."

Maddie stared in near disbelief and horror.

She assumed, "you were a victim of child abuse?"

Alex thought, "no: Something very weird just got into my parents. And, I wasn't going to stick around to find out! At least not there! But... Or, was it really the last straw for them? Moderate sigh. I don't know!"

Alex looked more annoyed than nervous.

Alex manipulatively added, "well? Sniffle. I was stripped of identity."

She really meant a time when she lost her powers months ago.

She was trying to sound solemn about it too. But, sounding solemn wasn't far off at all for her real feelings.

She threw her arms out like it was obvious.

Then... Maddie put an arm around Alex in misguided sympathy.

Alex smiled a little.

Maddie inquired, "so... You blocked out the rest of your past?"

Alex hinted misleadingly, "if a past life on the streets counts."

Maddie asked, "have you gone to some counseling?"

Alex deceitfully answered, "I certainly am thinking about the future."

Maddie replied, "that's good. But…you'll be ok?"

She looked concerned.

Alex bittersweetly smiled.

Alex said with assurance, "yeah. Even though I've been through some pretty tough times? I...I still miss them."

Maddie revealed, "I understand. I came from a rough background myself."

Alex slyly smiled.

She decided, "but…I guess I shouldn't let my past keep me from enjoying myself, right?"

With mixed feelings... Maddie smiled.

She pointed out, "only you can decide that. I'll be downstairs at the Variety Court if you need me."

She started to get up.

Alex looked startled all of a sudden.

She checked with realization, "is it really evening already?!"

Maddie turned around in partial amusement.

Alex concluded, "now that you mention it? I could go for dinner."

Maddie chuckled in recollection, "sorry Alerni. I've got a date. Besides, it's probably too late to arrange one for you this late."

Alex suggested mischievously, "unless Zack is available."

They both smirked some.

Maddie mentioned, "oh, he's taken."

Alex went, "ohh... With you? I get it."

Alex offered, "it's all right. I'll just be at a nearby table in case he gives you trouble."

Maddie wondered in curiosity, "and if he does?"

Alex answered secretively, "I'll keep him in line."

Maddie laughed some at that.

Maddie pointed out in good spirit, "you and me both."

They both smirked.

Maddie left Alex in her room.

Alex went downstairs when Maddie was out of sight.

With mixed feelings... Alex muttered to herself, "Memorize Extersize? No, that's not it either. Certainty Curtainty? Uh uh. Alerni Dispini? No, wait…I'm mixing my alias with my spell guesses. Oh, it'll come to me."