Disclaimer: I do not own Boy Meets World, the Make A Wish Foundation, or 7News.

AN: If you find anything confusing, be sure to tell me so I can try and fix it or make it clearer. :D (oh, when words are between ' ', it usually means it's the person's thoughts.)

Baseball and the Weather

Chapter 1:

*telephone rings*
"Hello?"
"Hey sweetie. Are you going to be home for dinner tonight?"
"Sorry, 'Panga. I'm afraid this is going to be another late night out."
"Oh, ok. Well Ian wants to talk to you…"
*small pause*
"Hey dad!"
"Hey sport. How was school today?"
"It was okay. We played kick ball in PE. Did you ever play kick ball in school?"
"Sometimes, but we were more of a baseball town."
"Yeah, I like that too. Mom wants to talk to you again. Bye, I love you!"
"Love you, too."
*pause*
"Cory, he really misses his dad."
"I know, but I have to finish this job as soon as I can. The kid doesn't have that much time left, dear."
"I'm glad you're so passionate about your work, Cory, but don't forget about your own son. I have to go, a pot's boiling over. Bye."
"Bye."
*click*

Cory Matthews let out a huge sigh as he put the phone down. It wasn't that he didn't miss his family, he really did, but he was just so close to arranging the perfect day for little Jake. Cory was the manager for New York's 'Make A Wish Foundation'. Ever since his baby brother Joshua was born, he realized that not everyone has the perfect child and that bad things happen to good people. Although, he'd learned that last part from his best friend, Shawn. If there was ever a person with bad luck, it was Shawn Hunter. But anyway, Shawn's fine now and Cory decided to devote his life to helping out the less fortunate kids. That's how for the 4th time that week, he ended up sitting in his office when he should be having dinner.

'Let's see,' Cory thought, 'I've cleared the trip with Jake's doctors and parents, I have the tickets for Saturday's game, and I've talked to his favorite players. Now all I need is final confirmation from the stadium and coaches. They know me, I've worked with them for years. So why haven't they returned my calls? It's probably just that inept secretary again.'

*dials telephone*
"Hello?"
"Hi, this is Cory Matthews from Make A Wish. Is Mr. Roberts in?"
"Sorry, he went home already. Do you want to leave a message?"
"No, I'll just come down tomorrow and talk to him in person."
"Well then you're going to have to make an appointment. What was your name again?"
"Cory Matthews."
"Oh yeah! You're from that Make A Wish thingy, huh?
"Yeah."
"Ok, well he has an opening at 4:30pm. Is that alright?"
"Yes, that's fine."
"Alright. Bye Cory!"
"Bye."
*hangs up phone*

'God, I hate it when people I don't know call me by my first name. It's very disgraceful. Or maybe it's all those years of hearing 'Mr. Matthews' from Feeny. Who knows?'

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A few blocks down from the "Make A Wish" building, another Matthews was working the late shift. It was at 7News, the station that had hired New York's most underrated weatherman.

"So folks, I'm sure the rain will clear up tonight just in time for your commute to work tomorrow morning."

"Hey, Eric, why didn't you predict this rain yesterday?" asked the annoyingly smug anchor.

"Well, Bob, it was perfectly clear outside until you decided to wash your un-necessarily huge and wasteful SUV this morning. You know how the storms love their shiny-clean cars," Eric said with a cheesy smile."

"Sorry folks," Bob said as he forced a laugh. "Now let's hear how those Yankees did at tonight's game. John?"

'Finally,' thought Eric, 'Thank God that's over.'

"Eric!" called the station manager. "There's no need for that kind of attitude. We need to keep up the nice 'we're all friends here' feel for the viewers."

"Sorry, but that jerk always makes a crack at me every time I'm wrong about the littlest things."

"Well stop being wrong, Eric. You think you'll ever gonna win the people's respect if you're just another stupid weatherman? You've got the looks, though. Just keep smiling and you'll go places."

"Easy for you to say," Eric mumbled under his breath. He had finally gotten the job of his dreams, but it wasn't how he thought it would be. It wasn't anything like the internship he had back in Philly. Those people were actually warm and friendly, not like here where everyone put on a face and looked pretty. 'Well welcome to New York,' he thought.

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AN: Well, I hope you enjoyed it. Be sure to drop a line so I know whether or not to continue. Bye for now. : )