A/N: Hey everyone! This is just a little fic that I thought up. This is NOT a slash story.

Two disclaimers:

1. I don't own Boy Meets World.

2. This fic is about when Chet Hunter dies. I have never seen this episode, because I could never bring myself to see Chet die and to see Shawn so sad. Because of this, I have no idea how close or far my story is to how the story actually is for that episode. I hope you like it! Constructive criticism is welcome!

Shawn was in shock. No, he must not have heard correctly. His father could not be dead. That was not even possible.

"I'm so sorry, Shawn." Amy Matthews' tear-filled voice sounded to him like it was coming from very far away.

Shawn looked around him for a moment, almost in fear, then bolted from the room, down the stairs, and out of the hospital.

"Shawn!" Cory called and started to chase after his friend, but Alan held him back.

"I think you should give Shawn some space right now," Alan told his son quietly and gently.

"But Chet just…" Cory trailed off. He simply could not admit that Chet was gone, and sounded like he was going to cry himself.

"That's why Shawn may need some space," Amy said quietly. It was hard to keep her own emotions at bay, but she tried to stay strong for her hurting son. "I know Shawn's going to need his best friend very soon, though. So please, Cory, try to be strong and help Shawn with anything he may need. Alright?"

Cory nodded, but then he wasn't able to hold it back any longer and let the tears fall. Amy held her son tightly as he sobbed.

'He didn't deserve to die!' Cory thought to himself as he cried. "He may not have been the best father in the world, but he was a kind man, and he tried his best!'

Alan noticed Jack sitting in a chair apart from everyone else, a dazed look on his face. The older man walked over to the younger one slowly and clapped him on the shoulder. Jack looked up.

"I barely even knew him," Jack said quietly. He had known as soon as he had met Alan that this was a caring man to whom Shawn came with any problem, and that he could, too. "I barely knew him, but I miss him so much." Jack looked up at Alan with tears in his eyes. "Why do I miss him so much?"

Alan sighed and sat next to the young man. "Well, here's the thing, Jack. No matter how well you know a father, they will always be your father, and because of that, you will always love them. I know it was sometimes hard to tell, but Chet loved you and Shawn a lot, and he was always so proud of every single little achievement of yours. I'm sorry this had to happen, but I'm glad that you love your father enough to grieve for him. That's the right thing right now. Even if it hurts."

Jack nodded, putting his face in his hands as tears coursed down his cheeks.

The older man squeezed Jack's shoulder comfortingly. "I know it hurts a lot right now. That's normal. But you'll see, over time, the pain will leave, and you'll just be able to remember your father in happiness. I promise. It just takes time."

Jack took a deep breath. "I have to go to Shawn," he said quietly. "He knew my dad a lot better than I ever did. And knowing him, he's probably beating himself up right now because he was fighting with Dad. And I'm not there with him. Oh, what kind of a brother am I?"

"Jack." Alan's firm but gentle voice stopped Jack's rant. "Don't worry. You're doing a great job as an older brother, and Shawn's going to be alright. But I agree, you should go find him and make sure he's okay."

Jack nodded and rushed out of the hospital.

He returned a moment. "I don't know where Shawn would be," he said, almost sheepishly.

"I think I know where he is," came Cory's voice behind him.

"Show me." It sounded like an order, but Cory knew Jack well enough by now that he only sounded that way because he was stressed out and worried.

Cory left the hospital at a run with Jack on his heels. They ran all the way to the trailer park where the Hunters used to live. Cory found the Hunters' trailer and opened the door.

"Hey, Shawnie."

Shawn was sitting on the couch. When he looked up, Cory saw that his eyes were red and bloodshot.

"Go away, Cory."

"Alright. But Jack's outside and he wants to see you."

"Tell him to leave."

"No. Come on in Jack!" Cory called out the door.

Jack entered the trailer apprehensively. "Hi, Shawn. You doing okay?"

"Yes! I'm fine, alright? Now everyone just leave me alone!" Shawn stormed out of the room in anger.

"What have I done?" Jack asked softly. He sat down on the couch and put his face in his hands. "Now my brother hates me."

Cory sat beside the older boy. "He doesn't hate you. But when times get tough, Shawn tends to push away the people who care about him, and who can help him through all of this. Just remember to help him when he does come to you, because he will eventually."

Jack smiled slightly. "Thanks, Cory."

"No problem."

Jack left the trailer, and Cory sighed. He knew that Shawn needed help and he needed it right now.

Cory went and knocked on Shawn's bedroom door. Silence. "Shawn, open up!" Nothing happened.

Then, Cory remembered that the lock on this door no longer worked. He tried the doorknob and the door opened easily. As soon as Shawn saw that Cory had followed him, he tried to leave. Cory quickly blocked the door.

"Cory, let me go!"

"No!"

Shawn tried to push past his friend, but Cory pushed him back.

Suddenly, Shawn stopped fighting. His whole body sagged, and he would have fallen had Cory not held him up. Shawn looked at Cory, the pain evident in his eyes.

"Is my dad really gone?" he whispered.

"I'm afraid so. I'm so sorry, Shawn."

A tear ran down Shawn's cheek, and then a sob began to build in his throat. Finally he couldn't hold it in any longer and fell to the floor, sobbing his heart out. Cory sat down on the floor beside his friend, patient for once. He was there to to help as much as he could, but this was an internal battle that Shawn would have to fight on his own.

After a long time, Shawn's sobs turned to sniffles and he sat up, wiping the tears from his cheeks.

"How are you doing?" Cory asked his friend gently.

Shawn just shrugged, not speaking.

Cory stood up and held a hand out to his friend to help him up. "Come on, Shawn. Come home."

"Where's home?" Shawn asked quietly. His voice was weak and thin.

"My house has always been home. Shawn," Cory crouched down next to his friend. "You know that, don't you?"

"Sometimes, I don't know if I have a home anywhere."

"My house will always be your home, Shawn. And my parents are at home right now and I know they would like to see you. Come on."

Shawn slowly and reluctantly stood and allowed himself to be led out the door and to the bus stop. The bus picked them up two minutes later, and it was only a five-minute ride to the stop down the street from the Matthews'. Soon, Cory and Shawn were in the living room of the house and Amy was hugging Shawn tightly.

"How are you doing?" Amy asked the young man gently.

"I guess I'm coping," Shawn said. His face was expressionless.

"That's good to hear. I promise it'll get easier."

Shawn nodded. "Thanks."

"I think I'll go back to the apartment," Shawn said turning towards the door. Then he turned around for a moment. "Thank you so much," he said sincerely. "Really. I really appreciate everything you've done for me."

"Of course, Shawn. Anytime," Alan said gruffly, in order to hide his emotion. "Now go home and get some sleep."

Shawn gave a small smile. "Yes, sir." And with that, he left.

A/N: Hope you guys like it! Let me know what you thought! Should I add to this? Also, did anyone catch Cory and Shawn's signature line snuck in there? ;)