Disclaimer: I do not own The Suite Life of Zack and Cody.
Author's Note: Hello. I know that the show is a comedy, but I am not a funny person, so I did not write a funny story. I hope you guys like this anyway, and please review!
Summary: Zack and Cody have always been together. When Cody hospitalized with a very serious condition, Zack has to come to terms that they might not be together forever.
"The beginning is the most important part of the work" Plato
The Lavender Opal
"Is my homework finished yet?"
Cody Martin looked up from his science book. He was sitting at the table in the living space of their hotel room. The table was covered with his and Zack's school books, backpacks, folders, and more. Cody was hunched over a sheet of loose leaf paper, hastily scribbling the answers to the science review questions. Zack was sitting on the couch playing a video game.
"I put your math worksheet in your folder," Cody replied.
"What about my English paper?"
Cody closed his science book and shoved it inside his backpack, "I don't have time to write it now," He said, "I have to get ready for the Trig Club meeting at the library."
"You're such a dork," said Zack, rolling his eyes, "who hangs out at the library on a Saturday?"
"A lot of people do," Cody said defensively as he cleared off the table.
"Yeah, a lot of math geeks like you."
Carey Martin entered the hotel room.
"Cody, are you ready to go to the library?" she asked.
"Yeah, just let me go get my calculator." He left the room and hurried into his and Zack's bedroom.
"Do you have any plans today, Zack?" asked Carrie.
Zack reached for the remote control and tuned of the TV. "I think I'm going down to the game room," he answered.
Cody walked back into the room, carrying his calculator, "do you ever do anything besides play video games, Zack?"
"Do you ever do anything that isn't educational?" Zack retorted.
Cody frowned, "Maybe I'd be able to if you didn't make me do your homework all the time."
"Maybe if you actually had a life I wouldn't make you do it all the time."
"Zack, Cody, that's enough," said Carey, stepping in, "I'm tired of hearing you two fighting all the time. Can't you guys get along for one day?"
"No," they answered in unison.
Carey sighed, "Come on, Cody. You're going to be late if we don't leave soon."
She and Cody headed toward the door, "Zack, why don't you do your homework while we're gone," she suggested.
"My homework's already finished."
"All except your English paper," Cody muttered under his breath.
"Well why don't you do it yourself," she specified.
Zack flopped back onto the couch, "what's the point of having a brother in the same grade as me if he can't help me out every once in awhile?"
"I want you to start on that homework before I get back," said Carey, "and that's final. I'll see you in about twenty minutes."
"Or," Zack said to himself once the door closed behind them, "I'll just play some more video games."
After beating Alien Torpedoes 3 for the second time, Zack decided he was bored. He decided to go downstairs to see what everyone else at the Tipton hotel was up to. So he put his video game system away and took the elevator downstairs to the main floor.
Downstairs the lobby was as busy as usual. Guests were checking in and out, and some people were buying stuff from Maddie who worked at the candy counter.
"And what are you up to?" inquired a pompous voice from behind. Zack whirled around and was face to face with Mr. Mosbey, the manager of the Tipton.
"Nothing," Zack replied.
"And where's the other one?" Mr. Mosbey asked.
Zack knew that he was referring to his twin.
"My mom took Cody to the library. He has a Trig Club meeting."
"Well, I hope that you behave yourself while she's gone—leaving you here unchaperoned in my hotel…" his voice trailed off and he shuddered, thinking of all the damage Zack and Cody had caused the Tipton ever since they moved in. It always surprised him that the two boys, who looked all sweet and innocent on the outside, could be such troublesome little monsters on the inside.
Mr. Mosbey went to the front desk. Zack decided to go to the candy counter and see Maddie doing. But as he headed over there, something on the floor caught his eye. He bent over to inspect the mysterious object.
It was a small purple stone. It was very smooth, like a pearl. It was the size and shape of a Robin's egg. Zack thought it could be very valuable.
'I could sell this thing and become rich,' he thought to himself.
"What do you think you are doing with my one of a kind lavender opal!" screeched the woman behind him.
Startled, Zack jumped. "Here," he said, holding it out to her, "You must have dropped it. I found it on the floor."
"A likely story!" The woman cried shrilly, "You stole it from me!"
A group of people began to gather around to see what was going on. Mr. Mosbey, who was working at the front desk, noticed the commotion and hurried to the center of the lobby to see what he could do to sort things out.
"Is there a problem here?" he asked.
"Yes there is," the lady said, "this little boy is a thief."
"I am not!" said Zack, "I saw that thing on the floor. I didn't steal it."
"Mrs. Devereux," said Mr. Mosbey, addressing the lady, "He may cause a lot of trouble around here, but I can assure you that Zack is not a thief. I am sure this is all some misunderstanding."
The lady, Mrs. Devereux scoffed, "If he isn't a thief, than why would he be talking about selling my jewelry?"
"I beg your pardon?" asked Mr. Mosbey, confused.
"After he stole my opal I heard him muttering something about selling it to become rich."
A blush crept across Zack's cheeks, "I—Did I say that out loud?" he stammered.
"You see!" she cried fluffing her short brown hair, "he admits it!"
"He admits what?"
Zack turned around and saw his mother standing behind him.
"Zack, Mr. Mosbey, what's going on?"
"I will answer that," said Mrs. Devereux, "not that it's any of your business, but this little boy just admitted to stealing from me!" She turned back to Mr. Mosbey, "I would like to have a word with his parents."
"I'm Zack's mother," said Carey, "Zack, did you steal something from this lady?"
"No!" he exclaimed, "I've been trying to tell them that. I found her thing on the floor. I didn't steal it from her."
"Than why were you talking about selling it!"
"I didn't know that it was yours!"
"Well instead of talking about how rich it was going to make you, why didn't you turn it in to the front desk?"
"Can we all please stay calm?" Mr. Mosbey asked nervously, "Mrs. Devereux, I know Zack very well, and although he does tend to cause trouble, I'm positive he would never try to steal anything."
"That's right," said Carey, "trust me, ma'am, I know my kid."
"Well then," huffed Mrs. Devereux, who clearly realized that she was outnumbered, "I suppose I'll just have to take your word for it. But if any more of my jewelry goes missing...well let's just say that I'll know where to find it.
She starred at Zack formidably, than quickly walked away.
Zack heaved a sigh of relief. He thought he was in big trouble for a minute there!
Mr. Mosbey and Carey rounded in on Zack.
"I hope in the future you will be able to refrain yourself from disturbing the guests!" Mr. Mosbey said angrily, "now if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to work."
"What do you have to say for yourself?" Carey asked once Mr. Mosbey left.
"Zack, you really have to start staying out of trouble. I mean it."
Zack starred at the floor. He knew that his mother was right, but sometimes he just couldn't help himself. He couldn't be good all the time—that was what Cody was for. And besides, following the rules could get very boring after awhile, and Zack liked to have fun.
"I'll try to stay out of trouble," he said sincerely.
"Good," said Carey, "Now I have to go upstairs to take a shower. I'm picking Cody up from the library in a half hour, than I have a show tonight at seven o'clock. So be good."
"I will," Zack promised.
Carey went upstairs and Zack plopped down on the sofa. The crowd of people who had gathered to watch the showdown between Zack and Mrs. Devereux had dispersed and everyone was going about their own business.
Everyone, including the bellhop, Estebon. Zack noticed that the word, 'DEVEREUX' was embroidered across the suitcases that he was carrying.
A mischievous smile spread across Zack's face. He had an idea. He would have to break the promise he just made to his mom, but it would be worth it.