Disclaimer: Don't own any of it...

Rating: PG

Author: Sassy #1

Title: The New Matthews

"Mommy, can you teach me to ride my bike?"

It was a sunny September day. Topanga was getting ready for work as usual and Corey was making a delicious breakfast of bacon, eggs and coffee.

"Ashley, honey, you know Mommy has work today, when I get home ask me again ok," said Topanga to five year old Ashley Matthews.

"Daddy are you gonna bring me to school today?" asked Ashley anxiously.

"No, baby," Cory replied. "Today's Saturday."

"Why can't Mommy stay home too, then," asked Ashley disappointedly.

"Daddy's a teacher and Mommy's a store owner. Next week you will be able to see her every day after school."

The Matthews ate breakfast together and shortly after Topanga departed. Corey and Ashley decided that the crisp day was a good day to go visit Mr. Feeny in the hospital. A relatively mild heart attack in August left George in the hospital for almost a month.

"Daddy, can I bring Mr. Feeny a hand picked bouquet?"

"Sure you can. I'm sure he'd appreciate that very much," exclaimed Cory proudly.

Ten minutes later Ashley came skipping in, with a covered vase in her hands.

"Okay Daddy, I'm ready..."

"Can I see the bouquet you made?" Cory asked reaching out for it.

"No!" Ashley said defensively, pulling away slightly.

"Okay, let's get going then..." said Cory putting on Ashley's thin zip up sweater. "There's no need to waist any more time."

At the hospital, they got in right away to see Mr. Feeny.

"Hi, Mr. Feeny." said Cory softly.

"For God's sake man call me George." Said Mr. Feeny.

"Hi, M...Mr. F...Feeny," Ashley said timidly.

"Hello, Ashley," said George. "What's that you've got there?"

"I...its flower's f...for you," explained Ashley handing him a large handful of overgrown weeds and grass.

"I love it. Could you place it up there so I can look at it and think of you?" said Mr. Feeny, pointing to a shelf next to the television next to an array of cards and gifts.

"Y...yes," said Ashley while putting the vase on the shelf with her white shaking hands.

Then the door swung open and Nurse Calloway walked in.

"Time for your rest," she said impatiently, motioning for everyone to leave.

"Goodbye!" chorused both Cory and Ashley.

At Kindergarten on Wednesday, Ashley and her classmates were making paper dolls.

"Class, Class! Listen up! To be able to make these dolls there are a few rules. Rule number one, no writing or coloring on anything but the paper, rule number two, listen to me, and rule number three no running with scissors. "

"Now walk to get the scissors two at a time."

Ashley couldn't wait to make paper dolls. She walked over to get the scissors but there were none left. She told the teacher and against her best judgment gave her sharp scissors. Ashley ran back to her desk but half way, tripped over a chair and fell...right on top of the scissors.

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